Sealing Sword

From Taishang Palace to Wuxiang Temple, it is almost from Dongling to Xichuan. If you draw a line on the map, it seems to cut half of the great Chu.Seeing that there is only less than one month before the meeting, there is no delay in anything, so after the discussion on that day, Duan Qing has taken over most of the sect's affairs so that Xuan Su can leave the palace to attend the meeting. To be on the safe side, please invite An elder who is also of the Duanzi generation came out to accompany him.

At this moment, Ye Fusheng was standing in front of the mountain gate, holding Xie Li in one hand and the horse in the other. Desolately sang seven points to disturb the people.

"Reversi chess, a game of right and wrong, right and wrong; right and wrong; hearing operas, singing painted skins, it's hard to explain the truth and falsehood; the hero is at the end, the beauty regrets the old age, sighing that the mountains and rivers are at an end, singing a period of ruthless years..."

Ye Fusheng's voice is nice, and his words are so witty that even teahouse storytellers are willing to be inferior, but his singing is always out of tune, the more he sings, the more absurd he becomes, and the more energetic he becomes.

Even though Xie Li was very well-bred, he couldn't help breaking away from him and covering his ears with his hands, but he still couldn't resist the magic sound piercing his head.

Fortunately, the person they were waiting for finally came.

Duanqing stayed in the palace and did not come to see him off, the elder Duanheng who was over [-] years old came along Qingming Road with Xuansu and a group of Taishang Palace disciples.With sharp eyes, Ye Fusheng caught a glimpse of two steps behind Elder Duanheng's right, two monks in tea-brown robes.

The tall one was about thirty years old, holding an alms bowl, hanging Buddhist beads around his neck, walking neither fast nor slow, with steady and powerful gait, he was obviously a master insider, but although his face was humble and polite, his eyes showed pride and arrogance.

In contrast, the slightly shorter one is much more pleasing to the eye.

This monk looked to be only eighteen or nineteen years old, fair-skinned and handsome, neither holding a bowl nor a stick, and held a string of red sandalwood Buddhist beads in his hand, a total of [-], moving slowly with the steps of his feet, cyclically, Like endless days and nights.

The passerby saw him, before the two monks showed doubts, Xuansu said: "This is my disciple of Master Duanqing's uncle, named Ye Fusheng, even though he has not become a monk, he is also a member of the Supreme Palace. It is Xie Li, the young owner of Duanshui Mountain Villa, who will also attend the meeting with us this time."

After a pause, he introduced Ye Fusheng and Xie Li again: "These two are Brother Hengming and Brother Hengyuan from Wuxiang Temple."

Ye Fusheng's heart moved.

Currently, the two people with the highest seniority in Wuxiang Temple are Abbot Sejian and Zen Master Sekong who is famous as "Xi Buddha".

He had never heard of Heng Ming, but he had heard of the young Heng Yuan for one reason - he was the only disciple of Zen master Sekong.

Xifo only accepted one apprentice in his life, and no one knew about his life experience, except that he joined Zen Master Sekong eight years ago, and changed his name to "Hengyuan" since then.

One sword and three knives, east, south, northwest.Xifo's status in the Jianghu is very important. I don't know how many people are willing to ordain and become a monk to worship him as a teacher, but in the end he accepted a little-known young boy to start, and he will not accept any more disciples. A closed disciple.

It's a pity that he has been in the field for eight years, but he has never heard of any high talent. He has average talent in martial arts and ordinary understanding in meditation. Apart from being kind to others and gentle temperament, there is no other beauty. "Futu Boxing Sutra" will become a swan song from now on.

While thinking about it, the two monks clasped their hands together and said a Buddhist name. Heng Ming didn't like to talk, but Heng Yuan smiled at them both.

Ye Fusheng felt that Xie Li grabbed a corner of his clothes, and secretly held back the little paw, calming his nervousness, and then bowed to the two.

Duan Heng is the elder with the highest status in the Supreme Palace besides Duan Qing. He is in charge of the law hall on weekdays. He has a strict personality and dislikes these face-saving things the most.After they said a few polite words, Duan Heng said: "The journey is long, let's go early."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Xuan Su certainly did not object, and Heng Ming and Heng Yuan were more at their own discretion. Ye Fusheng glanced at the little old man in Taoist robes and wooden hairpins, but he didn't see any bones of immortality, only felt I saw an old monkey with its chest up and its head up, not angry and majestic.

However, such an unlovable old man has a restrained demeanor, his martial arts are not revealed, his movements are vigorous, and his speech is calm.

No matter how skillful he is, his internal strength is already evident.

It seems that Duan Qing asked such a person to accompany him, it seems that it is not to support his appearance, but more importantly, it is to control these juniors from acting wild.

Sure enough, after Duan Heng opened his mouth, a group of more than [-] people got on their horses. Ye Fusheng carried Xie Li to his horse as usual, followed them and walked a few steps forward, and finally couldn't help but look back.

Beside the Wangchen Stone Stele, there was an extra person at some point, because they were so far away that they couldn't see clearly, but Ye Fusheng could be sure that that person was Duan Qing.

Duanqing was still dressed in black and white staggered Taoist robes, his white hair was rarely pulled up, and it was loosely scattered on his back, a little messy by the wind, as if the whole person was about to ride the wind and go away.

He stood silently beside the stone tablet, not saying a word about the hasty parting, only looking at Ye Fusheng, watching him drift away.

Duanqing has always understood that he is old.

As Shen Wuduan said, he has become an empty shell, looking bright on the outside, but in fact the inside has been decayed and hollowed out.

He is old, and many things have become empty talk. He has spent more time waiting in place, and the roads he has traveled have become less and less.

Fortunately, he can still watch.

Duanqing looked at Ye Fusheng sitting on the horseback, swept away the bleak autumn wind before, and regained his spirit, just like Gu Xiao who left Feiyun Peak 13 years ago, greeted the future with such a free and easy attitude. Ups and downs.It's just that Gu Xiao at that time didn't understand the world, but now Ye Fusheng has tasted all the five flavors of the world.

The backs of more than 30 people looked like a long line of small ants on the mountain road, but Duan Qing kept looking at Ye Fusheng until he rode away and disappeared completely.

It wasn't until this moment that Duanqing turned around and was about to leave, but unexpectedly, a disciple rushed over from the small path and said, "Elder, someone has broken into the mountain."

The so-called Chuangshan, of course, did not come from the door of the labyrinth.Duanqing's face remained unchanged, and he asked lightly, "Where is the man?"

"Going upstream from the lower reaches of the 'Xiaoyao River', I broke into the Cliff of Questioning Crimes and wounded four disciples. I am..." After a pause, the disciple said, "I am waiting in Qingjingping, and I want to see you."

Qingjingping is not a place for meditation and martial arts. It is not far from the confession wall of Duanqing Changju, but it is the resting place of the heads and elders of the Taishang Palace.

This is a forbidden place that no inner disciple of the Supreme Palace can enter, let alone an outsider who doesn't know the details.

"The martial arts skills are lazy, the vigilance is not enough, after this incident, I will act on my own." Duan Qing hit the disciple's chest with a flick of his sleeve, and the latter took three steps back. , quickly responded.

Duanqing had passed him by, and his seemingly normal pace quickly disappeared at the end of the mountain road.

At this time, Qingjingping no longer has the name of "Qingjing". Dozens of Taishang Palace disciples held long swords and formed a sword array, waiting for this place, but they did not dare to act rashly.

The mountain trespasser they were pointing at was a strangely dressed woman.

She is not tall and thin, and she looks almost petite overall.However, she is no longer young, a few strands of gray hair were mixed with blue ribbons, and they were coiled into a rather complicated bun. Three crescent silver hairpins were inserted obliquely, and the hanging gem beads collided with each other, making a crisp and pleasant sound sound.

She looks to be in her 40s, which is the time when a woman goes from prosperity to decline, but her face is not dull, but there is a strange brilliance, even though the corners of her eyes are already marked by age, she still thinks she is good-looking.

The woman stepped on the ground covered with luxuriant grass, and the wind blew her forehead hair, revealing a pair of frivolous eyebrows and eyes. She held a bright machete in her left hand, and a jar of wine in her right hand. With the sword in his heart, there is only one grave in his eyes.

The grave of Ji Qingyan, the fifth generation head of the Supreme Palace, the host.

She returned the scimitar to the scabbard at her waist, stroked the cold tombstone with her free left hand, softened her mocking and arrogant eyes, and picked up a fallen leaf floating on the tombstone.

There was a slight sound of footsteps behind her, she turned her head and saw Duan Qing with white hair like snow.

There was a flash of surprise in her eyes, which soon faded away, the woman raised her deliberately painted scarlet lips, and said with a smile: "I heard that you are out of customs, I thought it was someone surnamed Wei who was talking nonsense, but I didn't expect it to be true. "

Duanqing looked at her, waved the disciples behind him to leave Qingjingping, and then asked: "You are looking for me, why?"

"It's not just to find you." The woman turned her head to look at the tombstone, "It's been five years, I should have come to see it long ago, but I just found the opportunity to come out of the mountain recently."

As soon as she said this, Duan Qing turned around, but saw his eyes darken, and said: "There will be troubles in the martial arts conference."

"If you were so sharp back then, you wouldn't end up today." The woman smiled, and suddenly kicked away the incense sticks and fruits in front of the grave, her voice turned cold, "It's meaningless to take these things in the dignified host's burial place." What are your vulgar things here for?"

Duan Qing watched her act wildly, neither stopped nor reprimanded her, just watched her sit quietly on the ground, and slapped the red seal of the wine jar in her hand.

He lost his sense of smell and taste, so naturally he couldn't smell the rust-like fishy smell mixed with the strong aroma of wine, but he could see a shot of red pouring out of the wine jug when the woman poured it.

This is a jar of strong wine mixed with blood.

"Before I came, I heard that the 'Ten Years Lantern' in Jialan City was the most famous, so I bought this altar on purpose, but it was a pity that half of it was knocked over by two things that don't have long eyes, so I had to use their blood to fill up the altar After half a jar of blood wine was sacrificed, the woman flicked her wrist, raised her head and took a sip indifferently, then turned her head and handed it to Duanqing, "Wine is good wine, and the blood is also strong. You drank the blood of your enemy in one gulp, don't you want to taste it?" ?”

Duanqing didn't answer, he just asked: "People from the imperial court?"

"To be precise, they belong to Chu Yuan." The corner of the woman's mouth twitched, "Once Ruan Feiyu died, he wanted to see him poorly, and he couldn't help but want to jump over the wall."

Duan Qing said: "Zhao Qing was captured, I thought you had no time to take care of him."

"Hehe, who is he? What does he have to do with me?" The woman smiled lowly, "It's just a bait for fishing. When the fish takes the bait, who cares whether he lives or dies?"

Duan Qing's eyes turned cold.

"I came to you to ask you a word." She gulped down the blood wine, ignoring that the spilled wine stained half of her clothes red, turned around to look at Duanqing, and smashed the wine jar to the ground with her hands. The arrogance is gone, only the rising anger.

This anger was aimed at Duanqing, not like a thorn on his back, but like a knife pointing toward his heart.

"People will always change, but you may not have changed too much." The woman looked at Duanqing coldly, "Mu Qingshang, you have been hiding in the mountains for thirty years, have you worn out your vigor? "

With a bang, the scimitar came out of its sheath, and a string of golden bells hanging from the handle rang with the wind, adding chills for no reason.

The edge of the blade was slanted, like a crescent moon like a blade, she looked at Duanqing's still face, and sneered: "Today, in front of Ji Qingyan, you can either come with me, or kill me and pretend you don't know anything about it." matter, otherwise..."

After a pause, she raised the corner of her mouth to drink blood and became more serious: "Otherwise, I will cut open your chest to see if your heart is really dead."