Sealing Sword

After Duanqing made up his mind, he didn't stay in Ruoshui Temple, and after giving Xuansu a few words, he took Ye Fusheng and left.

He chose a mountain path, shaded by trees like waves, and rarely visited by people, showing the picturesque tranquility of the years.However, although Ye Fusheng is new here, he has a good memory, no matter how he looks at it, he doesn't think this is the direction to go to the Shuangshuangyuan.

When they came to a clearing among the bamboo forests, Duanqing stopped and turned around, saying: "Why do I let you go without asking?"

"Master's wife is of course reasonable in doing things." Ye Fusheng put his arms around his arms, "The first thing, it should be that Senior Brother Xuansu is new to the rivers and lakes. Although martial arts is good and inexperienced, it would be more appropriate to have someone accompany him... Second, I'm afraid It's about me, isn't it?"

Duan Qing nodded: "The 'poison of Youmeng' in your body has penetrated into your lungs, ordinary external force can only suppress it temporarily, it is not a long-term solution."

Ye Fusheng squinted his eyes: "Wuxiang Temple has a solution?"

Duan Qing said: "It's not Wuxiang Temple, it's this martial arts conference."

The Martial Arts Conference will gather countless people from all walks of life, from all walks of life, from all walks of life. Among them, it is unknown whether there are capable people or strangers. Instead of wasting time in a corner and waiting for the rest of your life to pass in a blink of an eye, it is better to seize every opportunity and fight hard.

Ye Fusheng understood what he meant, and said: "Thank you, Master, for reminding me."

"This time the martial arts conference will definitely not be easy, and we need to be cautious." After a pause, he said clearly, "Now that you have a gap in your chest, I don't need to talk about everything, this time I will let Elder Duanheng take you there. "

Ye Fusheng was startled: "Master, aren't you going?"

Duanqing's eyes sank slightly: "The internal strength is about to break through the bottleneck, I want to meditate for a few days."

Ye Fusheng was a little curious at once, counting this reunion, it was the second time he had seen Duanqing use martial arts since he was a child, although he didn't know what state it was, in short, he was afraid that he could still beat himself by a few blocks.

However, compared to Gu Xiao back then, Ye Fusheng is not what he used to be. Although he has passed the age of youth and vigor, there are few people who practice martial arts who are not aggressive.Ye Fusheng is confident that he will not lose to Gu Huafang back then, but he is still very curious about Duanqing who has always been quiet.

not to mention……

Ye Fusheng's eyes turned on Duanqing's body, from his head full of frosty white hair to his tall and straight figure, even his face was still as handsome as a man in his early thirties, without any signs of aging.

But when Gu Xiao started to remember things, Duanqing was like this.

In the past 20 years, he has grown from a short child to a tall man, but Duanqing is still the same as before. The years seem to have frozen on this person. Except for the hair dyed frost and eyes covered with snow, there is no trace of time.

However, how can there be immortals in the world?

Ye Fusheng was thinking in his heart, and there was some movement in his hand, he saluted, and said with a smile: "Speaking of which, I am already this old, and I haven't been pointed out by my teacher once, I wonder if I can get over this regret today?"

He had a hippie smile on his face, and what he said was looking for a fight. Taoist Duanqing took a look and he was sure.

Duanqing nodded his head, Ye Fusheng kicked his feet, and he came out like a splash of water, the Jinghong knife in his waist came out of its sheath, the lingering sound was still trembling, the blade's edge was already in front of him.

His saber was extremely fast, especially when Duan Qing was about to block his hand, he came out again with force, the blade flipped with his wrist, just like stepping on water to generate energy, the three false moves passed by in a flash, the blade caught the gap and went straight to Duan Qing's throat, It was so weird and subtle that even Duan Qing didn't have time to stop it.

The Jinghong lineage emphasizes quickness and ingenuity, and pays attention to agility and quickness. Ye Fusheng has practiced these eight characters in life and death these years, but he can't let go of knots in his heart, and his hands and feet are naturally dragged down.

Gu Yufang's peace in the ground is like covering his half body with the loess. Now his mind is light and his body is fast, the blade is in his hands like his arms, and the same move "Flying catkins" is now being used, which is completely different. .

This knife is like a breeze sending catkins flying, it is floating and powerless, but it avoids the opponent's defense just right, and it is close to the flesh in an instant.

The only thing in the world that is indestructible in martial arts is speed, and Ye Fusheng's ability to reach the peak of "speed" is the ultimate way.

A gleam of relief flashed in Duanqing's eyes very quickly, he made a wrong foot, and his body shifted to the left, the Jinghong knife almost brushed past his shoulder, Ye Fusheng moved his hand, turned around with the knife, and in a blink of an eye there were seven more meet.

He swung seven knives in a row, chopping, slashing and piercing. The strange thing is that Duan Qingming was walking between the blades, his speed was too fast, but the blade seemed to be stuck by an invisible energy, and it always deflected away.

Ye Fusheng had sharp eyes and quick hands, he saw that Duan Qing didn't really make a move now, but was using his strength to fight back, using his saber's momentum to move his body, and firmly grasped the battle situation within an inch.

He was surrounded by Duan Qing's hand, and his body involuntarily took three steps forward. Seeing Duan Qing slapped his chest with his palm back, Ye Fusheng also grabbed the gap with his free left hand.Fingers and palms pressed against each other, Ye Fusheng only felt that his finger strength was melted away by this palm, but he also seized the gap to escape, and took advantage of his strength to retreat five steps in a row, his right foot slipped on the ground, and his waist suddenly turned, that is, "swimming" "Dragon" swept out.

The "Youlong" style of saber is fierce and has the potential to sweep away thousands of armies. Duan Qing didn't fight him head-on, and flew back, holding the jade flute at his waist, turning over and stepping on, he saw through the phantom and stabilized It landed firmly on the Jinghong knife.

His hand sank, Ye Fusheng forced his head to clear, he saw the white-haired Taoist body turning in mid-air, upper body down, the jade flute in his hand also vertically down, stabbing at him directly!

The jade flute has no front, but it is already sharp, if it is a sword in Duanqing's hand, Ye Fusheng knew that this move must be fatal.

He didn't dare to be careless, he slid out like a fish, and before he could straighten himself up, eight knives came out one after another in his hands, as fast as if he combined the eight moves into one style, only the cold light could not see the blade.

It was as if the violent wind and rain fell in an instant, nowhere was clear, and nowhere was absent.

Judging from the current situation, Duanqing's martial arts methods are based on the style of Zhongzheng, no matter his fists, palms or swords, his moves are clear and intentional, while Ye Fusheng's "Jinghong Jue" is taking a swift and strange way, which can be called " The typical example of attacking by surprise and attacking by surprise" has the upper hand for a while.

But seeing the blade's edge rushing like thunder and lightning, Duan Qing remained unhurried.

Martial arts practitioners are most afraid of impetuosity, but these frivolous and impetuous have to take time to wash away, Ye Fusheng has just entered this age, but Duanqing has already passed this age.

He practiced "The Promise Kung Fu" when he was young. For more than ten years, the rivers and lakes had grinded away all the bones and bones of his body, leaving only his strength as before.Later, when he left the rivers and lakes and entered the deep mountains, the spring flowers, autumn moon and Xia Lei and Dongxue gradually faded in his eyes. Today, everything in the world is like a mayfly to him, not to mention success or failure.

Win or lose is not in your mind, only then can your mind be unobstructed and invincible.

Ye Fusheng has indeed achieved "fairness like a dragon, graceful like a frightened bird", but this is not enough.

The eight knives came out almost instantaneously, and the last knives came after "Thunder" came first, but the jade flute in Duan Qing's hand only made one move.

This should be a style of swordsmanship, but it doesn't seem to be.

It is a simple move, only when the blade has cut a line of light red, but it seems like flowing water bypassing strange peaks and mountains, it passes through the gap between the eight knives without touching a single bit.

According to Ye Fusheng's eyesight, this pose is not very fast, he can clearly see the trajectory change from Yu Xiao's lifting to bullying, and he can also see a cold light in Duan Qing's eyes for an instant.

It was as if a hand was gently touching his throat, but Ye Fusheng couldn't avoid it.

It's not that Yuxiao penetrates human nature, but that this move alone can make a person become a sharp sword.

His Jinghong Saber hadn't exhausted its power yet, and Yu Xiao had already hit his throat.

Gently, without any force.

But Ye Fusheng's back felt cold, and cold sweat was already dripping on his forehead.

Duan Qing didn't use his internal strength in this pose, he didn't even feel the slightest pain, but at this moment he felt the murderous aura, not aimed at himself, but the murderous intent inherent in this pose.

Simplify the complicated, return to the basics, but there is no way to avoid it.

There was no sound in the bamboo forest for a while, until Duanqing took back the jade flute, Ye Fusheng woke up like a dream, and put the knife back into its sheath.

There was a thin red mark on the side of Duanqing's neck, Ye Fusheng held it carefully, only the skin was broken, even a little blood dripped out, he didn't care, he raised his sleeve to wipe it away, and said: "You are fine. "

Ye Fusheng looked at him, and said in a low tone, "Master's move just now is better."

"I'm just taking advantage of my age. In the final analysis, I'm not as good as you." Duan Qing looked at him, "You have a well-deserved reputation in your hands."

Ye Fusheng said: "This disciple will definitely live up to his expectations."

"In that case, you can go back and pack your bags." Duan Qing nodded, "Out of the bamboo forest, turn left and you will see the Shuang Shuang Courtyard."

Ye Fusheng heard that he had other affairs, so he didn't say much, he bowed to Duanqing and went to Huashuangyuan.

Duanqing watched him go away from the same spot, then turned and walked towards the opposite path.

The road became more and more remote and deserted, and Duanqing walked slowly, and it took about two quarters of an hour before he stopped in front of a mountain wall.

This is a huge stone door, which weighs about a thousand catties. Duan Qing reached out and pressed the slightly raised stone bricks, and the door was slowly lifted upwards.

Inside is a quite spacious cave, Duanqing took out the fire pocket and lit the lamp on the wall, only then did the darkness dissipate and illuminate a small stone tablet inside the cave.

On it are the same four characters engraved by Jian Qi's fingers, but it is older, and the strokes of the strokes have begun to blur, and it can be vaguely seen as "the sea of ​​bitterness is boundless".

However, on the stone tablet, there are blood spots that have already turned black and dry, and several messy bloody handprints. If you look closely, they are all from the hands of one person.

Duanqing didn't look at the stele, he just walked inside, and finally came to a stone room that was built quite tightly.

Compared to his residence in the Bullying Shuangyuan, this place is more like a private residence, with stone beds, tables, chairs, clothing and quilts... everything is there, but a thin layer of dust has accumulated, and it looks like he hasn't lived in it for more than a month Extraordinary.

Duan Qing brushed off the wide cloth covering the stone bed, sat cross-legged in meditation, closed his eyes, silently calmed his inner breath.

It took a long time before he opened his eyes. His face, which was originally not popular, became a little colder.

He stroked the jade flute around his waist with his fingers, and felt a slight crack. He looked at it carefully for a while under the light, and a hint of tenderness slowly appeared in his cold and ruthless eyes.

This is the trace of being cut by the blade, and the strength is left three to seven, not more than one cent, not less than a centimeter, and it is just right.

Although Duan Qingcai's stance was not unparalleled in the world, he hadn't met an opponent for a long time.

He put down Yuxiao, reached into his arms and groped for a while, and took out a purse.

There are two green peaches embroidered on the purse, the one on the left is smaller, with rough stitches; the one on the right is larger, delicate and picturesque.

But if you look closely, you can tell that it is the handwriting of one person, but the skills are different, and it should be the work of embroiderers at different times.

He opened the purse, and there were a few pieces of broken jade inside, and he could vaguely see that it was once a piece of fine jadeite.

Duanqing patiently pieced together the fragments of jade bit by bit, and then put together a whole piece of round jade pendant. Then he opened his mouth, his voice was light and warm: "He is no longer what he used to be. , I should be pleased."