Sealing Sword

When Duanqing returned to Fuxue Courtyard, it was almost dawn.

He didn't sleep all night, but he didn't feel tired at all. As he said, he watched Shen Wuyuan crying with snot and tears, and finally got himself drunk and fell asleep. Then he put him in the house and turned to Fu Xue Yuan Come.

It has not been to Dongming Valley for 30 years, but there is not much change along the way to Liufeng and Fuxue.Daoist Duanqing has always had a good memory, and Erniang was ordered to command the sentry. The journey went very smoothly, until he saw a dazed fool in front of the courtyard.

Ye Fusheng was eccentric since he was a child, and he was used to going to the house when he was only four or five years old. He was rarely so quiet, not to mention that he is sitting on the stone steps in front of the door with one hand on his knee. It seems that they are all wandering in the sky.

Fortunately, he was in a daze, and the instinct of a warrior was not lost. As soon as Duanqing walked out of the Meilin path, Ye Fusheng raised his eyes and looked over, and quickly got up: "Master."

Duan Qing nodded: "Is Master Chu all right?"

He and Shen Wuduan are of the same generation, but they don't take the airs of the elders very much, and their attitude towards Chu Xiwei is also respectful and polite.However, when Ye Fusheng heard him mention Chu Xiwei, he felt inexplicably inexplicable. He touched his nose and said, "I've already fallen asleep. The ghost doctor just checked and said that I'm fine for the time being."

Duan Qing gave a "hmm" and turned his eyes around his mouth.

Ye Fusheng was a little timid at once, his wife never said clearly when she found out, she just quietly waited for him to confess, often after a while, he had to confess and be lenient.

But this matter is really hard to say.

Chu Xiwei's light kiss evoked a drunken dream filled with the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus; but the words he said were like thunder shattering a dream, and he was trembling in a trance, at a loss what to do.

After the seventeenth day of the twelfth lunar month this year, Ye Fusheng will be a 30-year-old man. He has seen countless sensual appearances. If he can't tell the truth from the lies, he will probably be taller than himself.

When Chu Xiwei hugged him and said those words, he could feel the heartbeat of the opposite person from intense to calm through the water-soaked clothes on his body, as if those words were pressed on Chu Xiwei's body for years Taishan, at this moment, I will deliver it with my heart.

Ye Fusheng could tell that what he said was not false.

Because of this, he didn't understand, and he didn't dare to answer the words easily.

The word "whether" is lightly said, but there is a heart tied to the other end of them, no matter how heartless Ye Fusheng is, he dare not take it lightly, let alone trample it into mud.

He always knew that A Yao hated him, just as he himself said—what he deserved, as it should be.

He also never knew that A Yao was hard-spoken and soft-hearted, maybe the two of them had other endings besides the predetermined promise, but Ye Fusheng never thought that it would become such a situation.

When did it start?

Jin Xingju is in a trance of waking up from a big dream, the trust of life and death in Anxi Mountain, the mixed words and smiles in Jiangjun Town, the concern of Wang Haichao's life hanging by a thread...

Or, the obsession between the two sides of the world for ten years, the obscure thoughts of the young Mu Ai?

Feeling unacceptable, going deeper.

Ye Fusheng is not Chu Xiwei, he does not know or understand what Chu Xiwei is thinking.

So at that time, he could only say one sentence: "Ah Yao, I am your master and your enemy."

Chu Xiwei was silent for a long time, if it wasn't for the potion's potency, it would be difficult to even faint, Ye Fusheng almost thought he was asleep.

After waiting for a long time, he heard Chu Xiwei say: "I haven't forgotten, but... I can't help myself."

What you love, you can't help yourself.

Delusion and infatuation are the most difficult to eliminate.

"You were drunk that night, and I have forgotten what I said, but I remember it clearly." Chu Xiwei picked up a thread of whiteness hidden in his hair, "I don't want to lose everything in this life."

Ye Fusheng choked for a long time and couldn't answer, so he could only make a sideways sentence: "Even if you let it go, but you are so good...why hang on to a crooked neck tree that is dying?"

He took the poison of "Youmeng" as a tactful refusal, because life and death have always been the most difficult to control, making people unable to do what they want and helpless.

Ye Fusheng was so confused, he couldn't give him a "whether or not", so he simply confessed all the interests and hidden dangers between the two of them, wanting to make a quick cut to this delusional thought that shouldn't appear.

But Chu Xiwei just looked at him, which made him palpitate.

"There is no unparalleled road, I believe this sentence...Master, you have to believe me." Chu Xiwei endured the continuous pain in his body, and said to him word by word, "Today is because I was distracted for a while. I am in a hurry, but my words are not false and my heart is not false, so don't be in a hurry to perfuse me with kindness, enmity, etiquette and righteousness."

Chu Xiwei's resolute and candid confession dragged the two of them to a critical juncture. Neither of them dared to withdraw rashly, and could only make a decision quietly in the stalemate.

He didn't care about waiting, but he didn't want a perfunctory answer. Maybe the end result was that the string broke, and both of them fell into the abyss, but he still didn't regret it.

For the descendants of the Tian family, it is his duty to be self-willed and arrogant. To ask him to endure is to take care of the overall situation, and to persuade him to retreat is to make things better.

Ye Fusheng finally couldn't say a word.

Fortunately, Chu Xiwei didn't continue to force him. After saying these words, he really had no extra energy, and wholeheartedly endured the effects of the medicine, mobilizing the true energy in his body to travel through the meridians, until the ghost doctor came in to deal with the aftermath, and Ye Fusheng walked hand in hand. Leaving Liufengju.

When he arrived at the gate of Fuxue Courtyard, his mind was still muddled, so he simply sat in front of the gate in a daze, like a homeless abandoned cat.

From sitting again in the deep dew to the cold wind piercing through his clothes, he also failed to sort out the clues from the inexhaustible wild thoughts, but it was clear.

Daoist Priest's eyes were not bright, but Ye Fusheng couldn't help Ye Fusheng felt guilty, he just didn't dare to look at the teacher's wife.Fortunately, Duanqing saw his entanglement, and wanted to let him deal with it by himself, so he didn't ask the bottom line, let it go for now, and said: "You come in with me."

After saying that, he pushed open the gate of the courtyard with one hand, the bluegrass was as old as before, and the old things were as old as yesterday, he paused, and then crossed the threshold.

Ye Fusheng followed behind him, watching his mistress walk around the hall and bedroom with ease, and headed straight for the study, it can be seen that Duanqing is very familiar with this place, even after 30 years of absence.

Walking to the door of the study, Ye Fusheng suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly said: "Master, wait..."

He reacted a step slower, Duanqing had already opened the door, and saw the three puppets sitting around the table.

The palm attached to the door only paused, Duanqing walked in without seeing anything, sat down behind the desk over the puppet, and said to him: "Come here."

Ye Fusheng looked at the puppet in a daze, then turned his head to look at Duanqing whose expression remained unchanged, hesitated before asking: "Master..."

Duan Qing's gaze swept over the puppet: "Skillfully crafted objects have form but no soul, they can be thought and remembered, and should not be delusional."

Ye Fusheng's heart trembled, and he obediently sat down in front of Duan Qing, the Taoist priest stretched out his hand to touch the veins on his wrist, and after probing for a while, he withdrew his fingers.

Duan Qing said: "I asked Shen Wudu, it's not that your poison cannot be cured, it's just that there is one thing missing."

Hearing this, Ye Fusheng raised his head and looked at him, his heart suddenly filled with long-lost excitement.

He has long seen life and death, or he has long regarded death as home.

There are debts to a mentor, to A Yao, to old friends, in Ye Fusheng's view, his lingering for ten years is just to keep a promise, it doesn't matter whether life is good or bad, and of course it doesn't matter whether he wants to live or not.

But now he still wants to take care of Xie Li more, and he can't rest assured that Chu Xiwei has just reunited with Duan Qing... Bit by bit of concern gathers together, injecting vitality into a walking dead skin, and it has already let him go. He was nostalgic and couldn't bear to go.

However, Ye Fusheng is well aware that the poison of "Youmeng" is difficult to cure, and so far no one has been able to escape from death.

God likes to play tricks on people, telling a person who wants to die to linger on his last breath, but letting a person who wants to live hang on a thread, counting the few hours he has left.

Ye Fusheng was having a headache at first, how to settle the affairs of his death in less than two months, such as teaching Xie Li more skills, slavishly asking his wife to take him to kowtow to his master's grave, and... Let Chu Xiwei willingly gave up her thoughts and found a good home.

But he didn't expect this matter to turn around.

Ye Fusheng looked at Duanqing in disbelief, and the Taoist priest's voice was insignificantly soft, as if to comfort him: "What is missing is the medicine 'extremely cold blood', as long as you have it, you will be safe .”

"What is 'extremely cold blood'?"

"One is the blood of spiritual creatures that grow in extremely cloudy and cold places, but they are hard to come by. They have disappeared for a hundred years." Blood."

Ye Fusheng quickly went through all the information about martial arts masters in his mind: "Yin and Yang are the beginning of martial arts. There are not many people in the world who follow the hidden path, but one is the classics of martial arts, and the other is martial arts. Such a person... I have never heard of such a person."

Duan Qing said: "I haven't been out of the mountain for a long time, and I don't know much about it. Fortunately, the Chu family leader has sent people to investigate extensively, hoping to get some news."

Ye Fusheng was startled, he thought of the pain that flashed in the young man's eyes when he used the poison of "Youmeng" to politely reject Chu Xiwei, and the firm "you have to trust me".

The right hand on his lap was inadvertently clenched tightly, and for a moment his heart was filled with ups and downs, entangled so much that he couldn't tell what it was like.

Duanqing took a look at him: "Take a full day, and you will return to Wangchen Peak with me tomorrow."

Dongling Wangchen Peak is where the sect of the Supreme Palace is located. It mainly practices Taoism. It is said that a hundred years ago it was the uncrowned leader of the Wulin Baidao. Once swept the world.

Only 68 years ago, the previous dynasty fell, and the Taishang Palace has since faded out of sight. Now it has long lost its former glory, the mountains and rivers are as old as before, and the people are not as good as before.

For more than 60 years, the talents of the Taishang Palace have been withered. Only the previous palace lord, Ji Qingyan, has superb martial arts, hates evil like hatred, punishes evil and promotes good all his life. up.

When Ye Fusheng was still dawdling in Feiyun Peak, he rarely saw Duan Qing fighting. Although he knew that his martial arts were not weak, he had never heard about the "Tai Shang Palace", so he thought Duan Qing was a casual cultivator in the mountains. It wasn't until recently that I learned that my teacher's wife was actually born in the Taishang Palace.

In his heart, he always thought of his mistress as a Taoist priest from a good family who was robbed by female bandits, and when he first heard that Duanqing still had the inheritance of his master, he couldn't help but ask in a reverted manner: "Master...couldn't she have eloped with the master back then?" ?”

Duan Qing glanced at him: "Yes."

Ye Fusheng originally just couldn't help wanting to make a fool of himself, but he didn't expect Duan Qing to admit it, and was immediately choked to death by his saliva.

He suddenly ran through a lot of elopement short story books of "the unruly lady and the pretty man", from the beginning to the end, there is no shortage of inheritance and transformation, it is simply impossible.

Duanqing looked at him expressionlessly: "Have you laughed enough? Do you understand what I said?"

"Understood." Ye Fusheng hurriedly sat upright, but still asked cautiously, "But Master, take me back..." Will he really not be kicked out by his natal family?

Duanqing didn't seem to understand what he hadn't said clearly, and his eyes sank: "It's been 13 years, it's time for you to go back and see her."

He said these words very lightly, as if he was relieved, as if his promise after years was finally fulfilled, even his calm eyes rarely showed a trace of tenderness.

Ye Fusheng's heart suddenly lifted up and jumped wildly.

He vaguely had a guess, but he didn't dare to think about it, so he forced out a sentence: "Look... who is it?"

Duan Qing said softly: "Master's disciple mourned her death, and on her deathbed, Hua Fang said that you must send her to the grave... Another year is approaching, now that I have finally found you, come back with me to see her."

Returning from day to day, even at the age.

Said return said return, and the heart also stopped worrying. (Note)

Note: From "The Book of Songs? Xiaoya? Caiwei".