One Sword Nine Ya

The voice that was not deliberately lowered awakened Wen Hui and Xie Lang who were next door, and they leaned closer to the wall, listening in fear.

Xie Lang said in a low voice: "I knew it - your young master really has a background."

Wen Hui scratched his head: "Young Master and I grew up together, he has nothing but a little unlucky..."

The black cat pawed Wen Hui's collar, sleeping contentedly.Xie Lang was very dissatisfied, he took the cat back and hugged him, and said in a low voice, "His luck is almost unacceptable to the heavens and the earth, how can ordinary people have it, if ordinary people have it-- Die on the spot."

"I don't care," Wen Hui muttered, "Young Master is not a villain anyway."

Ye Jiuya asked, who are you?

Chen Weichen was very close to him, staring at him with eyes as cold as frost and snow.

"Old friend." He said softly, "I can't talk about it anymore, if you talk about it again, you will kill me."

Ye Jiuya looked at him, and saw that the meaning in his eyes did not seem to be fake.

"I don't have an old friend," Ye Jiuya said, "I don't have anyone I want to kill."

"I cherish my life very much," Chen Weichen looked at him, "Ye Jiuya, after one year, when I am going to die, I will tell you."

"Using the threat of Nirvana Fragrance is just to rely on Ye Jianzhu for a year--360 five days in spring, summer, autumn and winter, which is very short."

Ye Jiuya said lightly, "Really?"

"Really." Chen Weichen said, "Everything I said to Ye Jianzhu, no matter in the past, now, or in the future, there is not a single word that is false, if there is..."

He paused, and then said: "Let the galaxy pour down, the sun and the moon turn upside down, and the way of heaven breaks my soul, and I will never enter reincarnation."

Ye Jiuya didn't ask any more questions, perhaps because his eyes were like a pool of clear water in spring, his oath was as poisonous as the tip of a poisonous needle, and the person in front of him was so unpredictable.

For him, 360 days a year is indeed fleeting.

Chen Weichen looked at him, with a gentle smile on his brows and eyes, a long stream of apricot blossoms, misty rain, sunny rivers and luxuriant grass.

In front of Ye Jiuya's eyes, figures of people from the Immortal Dao appeared.

One emperor, three monarchs and fourteen lords, each sect, sect and race, no less than a thousand people.

Among them, there are only two or three people who can reverse the cycle of reincarnation and change their fate to be reincarnated as human beings.

There are only two or three people who can swear by the pouring of the stars and the reversal of the sun and the moon.

But no one can have such a smile.

Such a person cannot cultivate immortality.

Xiandao cannot tolerate such sentimentality.

The moonlight outside the window is faint, and everything is silent in the middle of the night.

As the sun rises in the Ming Dynasty, it is another desolate land of wild smoke and flames.

Putting on a fine silk embroidered gown, and holding a fan painted with gold on silk, he is again a romantic young man who has stepped out of the world of mortals.

Wen Hui took a rhinoceros horn comb to comb the flowing black hair, he was suddenly dazzled, and carefully picked out one of them: "Master, it's white."

The young master waved his fan and smiled casually: "One night, the autumn wind will happen in vain - it also knows that I will be short-lived, very good, very appropriate."

That fan was still the one he took when he left home, with the mountains and rivers of the prosperous age on the front, and the sad Fu written on the back.

Wen Hui went to school with his son and learned to read.

He first looked around, in the room Xie Lang was holding the scriptures and stroking the cat, Ye Jiuya was by the window, looking at the hazy sky, the autumn wind was blowing and it was very cool.

The servant was vaguely anxious, peeking at the Fu on the fan.

The autumn wind blows and kills people, worrying about going out and worrying about entering.

Who is in the seat, who is not worried.

make me bald.

The teaching in the room over there has already begun, and the voice of the scholar came from afar, saying, "If you don't observe propriety for three years, the propriety will be broken; if you don't enjoy it for three years, the music will collapse." Huai, the husband's three-year mourning is the common mourning of the world" and so on.

The children didn't know if they understood or not, and no one made a sound, only the scholar was talking to himself.

The boy suddenly felt a pang of sadness in his heart, holding his snow-white hair, he wanted to shed tears.

He didn't understand the principles of sages and sages. He only heard the "three years", "destruction", "collapse" and "mourning", and felt like a needle pricking his heart.

The son of my family-what a good son, he is nineteen this year, twenty next year, I don't know the year after.

"My lord," he asked cautiously, "will you pull it out?"

"No need, it still hurts when you pull it out, it's not good." The young master didn't seem to care much.

After resigning from the scholar, he went on the road again.

Before leaving, Chen Weichen gave the scholar a jade pendant, which was bright red, as if clotted with fresh blood.

The little lady watched quietly from the window lattice, wiped her tears with a smile, and continued to wash her hands to make soup.

"Ye Jiuya, that little lady is willing to trade the rest of her life for her husband's success." In the carriage, Chen Weichen asked suddenly, "Why do you travel all over the Fourteen Continents to find these treasures related to luck?" ?”

Ye Jiuya replied: "It was entrusted by others."

"I don't believe it, you are very ruthless, who can entrust you to do such a big thing that violates the cause and effect of the law of heaven?"

"I also have a kindness to repay."

"He En?"

"The grace of a sword."

Ye Jiuya looked at Chen Weichen indifferently, as if to watch his reaction.

Chen Weichen didn't do anything special, but there was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes: "...ha."

Xie Lang was looking out the window when he suddenly said: "There are soldiers and horses ahead."

Sure enough, a troop of black armored cavalry was coming from afar, their horseshoes rattling, they were very majestic, the leader waved a big yellow flag and wrote the word "Swallow".

"The Yan Party's bandits," Chen Weichen knew the most about human affairs, "they are heading in the direction we came from. The village may be looted, and I don't know if it can be preserved."

Wen Hui was a little worried, and looked back: "Mr. Zhuang..."

Xie Lang pushed him back: "This is beyond our control."

Chen Weichen tapped his head with the handle of the fan: "Before I left, I gave him a good thing. Now he is very lucky, I don't know what kind of karma will happen."

Xie Lang made a spell and used the magic of the fairy family to conceal his eyes. The cavalry went straight away as if they hadn't seen them.

So there was nothing to say along the way, there were some people staying overnight on the way, and the wilderness drove through the starry night. Three days later, I arrived at the old capital of Central Continent—the so-called "Splendid Ghost City".

Thousands of ghosts cry in Jinxiu City, and bones wither outside Jinxiu City.

The Southern Dynasty was originally not the Southern Dynasty, but the orthodox Central Continent Dynasty. Since the establishment of the Dingding Ding, it has been extremely prosperous. Gold shops and silver households in the capital, pearls and jade sprinkled in the sky, clothes are made of silk and satin, and food is made of water, land and eight treasures.However, after more than a hundred years, it gradually declined, and its fate was irreversible.When the war broke out, the powerful enemy's iron cavalry went south, smashed through the city gates, slaughtered all the people, looted all the gold and silver, and burned half of the wealth and wealth.

As the saying goes, "the internal treasury was burned to splendor ashes, and the Tianjie was trampled to the bones of the public".

Later, all the slaughtered people in the city turned into resentful ghosts, howling every night, so fierce that no one dared to enter, and even eminent monks and Taoists could not escape, and the Splendid City turned into a Splendid Ghost City.

It was dusk when they arrived, a line of blood in the west was shocking, and the seductive city gate was covered by the dusk, even if the mortal body couldn't open the eyes of the sky, they could still feel the dark air.

The black cat in Xie Lang's arms let out a howl, shrill and miserable.

The young Taoist coaxed it softly: "Qingyuan, big brother is here, don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

Chen Weichen doubted for a long time, and finally asked: "You two are really brothers and sisters?"

Xie Lang glared at him.

"My family sent me to a Taoist temple on the mountain to learn from teachers since I was a child," he said, "One time when I went down the mountain to visit, all my family members died in a war disaster, and there was only one little black cat that was not weaned, and I took her back to the mountain. My sister."

Wen glared back at his son, and accused him of asking about his sad things.

"It's okay," Xie Lang comforted the black cat named Xie Qingyuan, and said calmly, "It's not a sad thing, I've already detached—otherwise I wouldn't be able to reach the first layer of heaven."

Going closer, I suddenly saw a girl in a bright red dress standing at the gate of the city, with extremely black hair and a slender figure, at first glance she looked like a ghost.Look again, he looks normal and is a living person.

The girl wore a golden mask and carried a black epee, as if she was waiting for them specially.

Seeing Ye Jiuya, he said, "Master Ye Jian."

Xie Lang was getting off the carriage and was so startled that he almost fell off: "Smashing the Kunlun, you, you..."

Seeing that he was unable to speak when he saw a big man again, Chen Weichen angrily tapped him on the head: "Where's the tongue—Jilong Jun!"

Ye Jiuya said: "Jilong Jun."

The girl nodded to him, turned around, jumped into the air, her skirt flying.

The sword shadows all over the sky reflect the rustling of red clothes, and the golden-red sky seems to have dragon chant.

Her sword is wide open and wide, and the wind and clouds are turbulent under the edge of the sword. One sword has the weight of mountains, rivers and rivers in the world.

Huo Ruyi shot nine sunsets, like a group of emperors and dragons flying.

When the red shadows of the sword light in the sky were put away, the girl slowly landed under the city gate, a little red mark under her black hair was particularly conspicuous.

A crack appeared in the city gate, which gradually expanded, and with a loud noise, it fell apart.

At the same time, there seems to be an invisible barrier that was broken. The ghost cries came out instantly, and thousands of voices gathered together, sharp and piercing, filled with black air, and the city gate opened like a ferocious monster full of fangs. bite.

The girl retracted her sword neatly, with the words "Broken Kunlun" written on the simple black scabbard.

She looked at the three people behind Ye Jiuya: "Who are you?"

Xie Lang straightened the lapel of the orthodox robe: "The name of the path is Xie Lang."

"Langran waiting." The girl nodded politely and looked at Chen Weichen.

"Chen Weichen, Ye Jianzhu's servant in the mortal world." Chen Weichen's tone was quite complacent: "This is my servant."

The girl snorted: "If you have no cultivation base and no realm, Ye Jiuya will take you as a follower?"

Chen Gongzi blinked: "After all, I have a thick skin."

The girl said "My name is Lu Hongyan" and went straight to the door with Ye Jiuya.

"I remembered - Kaiyang blood, but Ye Jianzhu didn't take it alone." Xie Lang frowned.

Chen Weichen raised his eyebrows: "You are well informed."

"I have disciples all over the Fourteen Continents, so of course they are psychic," Xie Lang murmured to him, "The killing of whales in the East China Sea was indeed done by Ye Jianzhu alone. It's him and Lord Yanlong."

"Then, this entrustment is entrusted by Miss Lu." Chen Weichen said leisurely.

"Xiaodao really can't think of any kind of person who can make Ye Jianzhu and Lord Yanlong repay him like this..." Xie Lang walked forward with a bitter face.

Chen Weichen remained silent.

The author has something to say: in general, the ancients said, the so-called, there are poems and proses, scholars teach, Taoists discuss Taoism, these contexts all quote ancient things.

And the ones that look like limericks and are not of a high level are made up by Fourteen himself, such as the one where all ghosts cry...