Changfeng crosses Baishi

The farthest Xiao Baishi used to go was to follow his senior brother around four or five miles around in full spring, and he rarely saw woodcutters, let alone other ordinary people.

This trip to inquire about the sword house in the barren mountain and the sword that killed Bai Lang was his first real "downhill".

Cuiwei Mountain is not that remote, it is only more than 600 miles away from Lin'an, the second largest town in the southeast, with continuous peaks and many villages and small towns around it.Hundreds of years ago, the earth temple at the foot of the mountain was full of incense, and there was an endless stream of people who came to pray and fulfill their wishes, which was once full of fireworks.

With the changes of the world and the influence of the turbid atmosphere around, the surrounding area of ​​Cuiwei Mountain is no longer suitable for farming and survival.Farmers migrated, fishermen went to the sea further east, and merchants made their homes all over the world. The meager blessings of the Earth Temple could not support them to live in the same land for generations.

Ten days after leaving the mountain barrier under the locust tree, Xiao Baishi and his party were about to arrive in Lin'an.

According to the footsteps of Xiao Baishi and Muhe, even with Ying Changfeng, who has no strength to restrain a chicken, it will take only one night to cross six hundred miles-wouldn't it be happy to fly Yujian into the sky?

But they are not so presumptuous.

In the past, a spirit beast riot injured innocent people, and the fire talisman got out of control many times.Those looking up at the past turned into hostility, and ascetics walked in the secular world again, they had to hide their identities, restrain all their abilities of flying to the sky, and be an ordinary mortal who obeyed the rules, so as not to cause unnecessary troubles.

This is an unwritten unspoken rule, even when cultivating immortals has become popular again.

In today's urban and rural areas, except for those beginners who show off with a little three-legged cat's superficial kung fu, all people who have passed the Qi refining period rely on their cultivation and will not deliberately show their traces.

The fertile fields around Lin'an are criss-crossed, and the seedlings on both sides of the road grow to knee height, and the blue sky is full of blue sky, which has been immersed in the sunset at the end.Scholars going to the city for exams on the main road, farmers hawking late and lazy people do not interfere with each other. When they meet familiar faces, they chat a few words about their recent life.

Xiao Baishi and the other three walked here, at first glance they were just ordinary travelers, not abrupt.

They didn't have to walk, but unfortunately they were unlucky. The three skinny horses they bought at the first post station were not taken care of properly. They spent the night in a ruined temple and woke up without a trace.

Maybe they were taken away by someone passing by, and they couldn't care about it.Xiao Baishi was afraid that Ying Changfeng would be wronged, so he said he would buy another horse along the way.Ying Changfeng comforted him and said that it would depend on the situation, but after walking for a few days, he didn't see any suitable ones, but he was almost in Lin'an City.

Considering that Xiao Baishi hadn't had much contact with ordinary people, Mu He taught him the rules all the way, including paying more attention to eating and drinking, and don't show the best spiritual power.

Although most people sharpen their heads to seek "immortal roots", some still regard them as aliens.

The words "immortality" are enough to tear open the cracks, but it is absolutely impossible to completely fill them up.

Before entering the city, Mu He finally concluded: "Proceed carefully, and tell your sparrow to shut up too."

The cardinal stood on Xiao Baishi's shoulder, and it followed all the way. At this moment, it understood the disgust in Mu He's words, and was about to wave its wings to fight back, when Ying Changfeng gently patted its little head.

"No problem." Ying Changfeng said, "It's very obedient."

Linque dared not speak out, for fear of offending this person and being forcibly "silenced" by Xiao Baishi.

"Bah!" it thought viciously.

Before sunset, the three of them entered Lin'an City in exchange for an extra card.

When Lin'an closed the city gate, Jin Wu couldn't help it.The city is adjacent to each other, and in time for the Dragon Boat Festival in early May, the bustle is even more lively than usual. Men, women, old and children still do not return home after dark, and there are crowds of people everywhere, which is very lively.

Muhe took Ying Changfeng and Xiao Baishi to an inn specially for ascetics, and settled down first.

This place is extremely inconspicuous, located in an alley, and a wooden signboard is discreetly hung by the door. You can find the hidden charms on it, and the words "Eastern East Bank" come from Hui Taoist who ascended hundreds of years ago A quatrain seems to have hinted that the identity of the owner here is also a monk.

"...The swordsmanship has become the king's, and there is a dragon to kill the dragon."

Ying Changfeng silently recited the next sentence of "Eastern East Bank", and couldn't help but look at this room more.

The inn was not too far from the main road, but it was locked as if to draw a clear line from the busy traffic on the street.Looking up, one can see that it is a small three-story building. Some rooms are brightly lit, and most of them are completely dark.

Xiao Baishi keenly sensed an unusual atmosphere, and said softly: "Why... there is an enchantment in this place?"

"In the past, people from the Tao of Pure Heart and the Tao of Hongchen passed by Lin'an to rest, and the two sects clashed, and the fight almost demolished the house." Mu He explained, "Since then, they have entered the enchantment."

"It doesn't look like something strange..." Xiao Baishi murmured.

Muhe was more familiar with this place, so he stepped forward and knocked on the door.

After a while, a waiter with sly eyebrows came to open the door, his voice was sharp as if something had scratched the window paper, and said rustlingly: "Guest, our shop is full and closed."

Mu He ignored his words, made a sword finger with one hand, and instantly forced a ball of flickering flames to flash in his eyes.

Xiaoer understood that they were "our own people", and hurriedly let them in, while explaining courteously: "I'm sorry, Lord, the government has come several times recently to check what contraband is inside... We are also cautious For the sake of it, no, recently the West Pole Mountain is over, and there are a lot of people talking about it."

Xiao Baishi remembered that his father had returned to Cuiwei Mountain ahead of time, and the Dao Discussion Conference would indeed not end until then.

Mu He said concisely: "Three rooms."

Xiao Er suddenly showed a troubled expression: "This... there are really no three rooms, but the lights are not turned on. Those characters have great powers, and their habits are also strange. They don't like to turn on the lights. It's not that we didn't give the room on purpose. Please forgive me... ..."

"There are always those two rooms?" Xiao Baishi was easy to talk, and after getting the answer, he took out a silver ingot from his pocket and stuffed it to the little girl, "The two upper rooms, it's better to be next to each other——Senior Brother, Ying Changfeng and I live together."

Mu He showed a rather surprised expression, but did not object.

Xiao Er got the exact answer, collected the money with a smile on his face, and took them upstairs.

On the side facing the street, because the barrier is not too noisy, the commotion on the street cannot be heard clearly.It was Xiao Baishi's first stay in a hotel, and he was curious about everything, and looked around as soon as he entered the house.

It was also the first time for the cardinal to leave Cuiwei Mountain so far, and excitedly jumped to the top of the light stand and flapped its wings.

Compared with the newcomer with one person and one bird, Ying Changfeng is much calmer.

Holding a wooden sword that he got from Muhe, he stared at Xiao Er, silent, his eyes were cold and straightforward.Xiao Er's scalp was already numb after pouring hot water and saying a series of enthusiastic clichés with such eyes.

"...If you need anything, please go downstairs and call, we'll be here right away!" Xiaoer wiped the cold sweat from his brow, and prepared to oil the soles of his feet with a poignant smile, "I'll go down first—"

With a crisp sound, something hit the door frame and stopped Xiao Er on the spot.

Pa Pa, his cold sweat almost dripped to the ground to smudge dark water.

Ying Changfeng's unfathomable eyes seemed to be able to see through all traps. His face was expressionless, but his movements felt extremely oppressive.Xiaoer is an ascetic who has entered the sect, and his spiritual power is so shallow that it is better than nothing. He can't feel any cultivation level from the other party, but he is inexplicably overwhelmed by Ying Changfeng's momentum, and he can't move half a step away.

The wooden sword poses no threat, but if it is in the hands of a real swordsman, it can kill someone ten steps away.

The waiter in the shop didn't dare to look at Ying Changfeng, and his terrifying intuition told him that the person in front of him has been silent since he entered the shop, holding a wooden sword and looking very lazy, but...

He must be a skilled swordsman.

His teeth were trembling, and he tried in a trembling voice: "Grand...Grandpa, do you have any orders?"

"Downstairs, you said 'too many people talk' and even brought it up to the government." Ying Changfeng's eyes drooped, and his frost-like eyes pressed towards Xiaoer, "What's going on?"

"Master..." Xiaoer couldn't figure out his depth, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and dare not offend, and mixed up half-truths and half-false words, "After the Xijishan Dao Discussion Conference, didn't Hongchen Dao die? ? I heard that he died strangely, and that person was still the direct disciple of Daoist Qingxiao, and they were all saying..."

Xiao Baishi paused while observing the back of the screen pattern, and didn't look back.

Ying Changfeng caught Xiao Baishi's reaction, and the sword lying on the door frame was unsheathed.

The sword light flashed, and Xiao Er's legs went limp on the spot.

"Say... say... Daoist Qingxiao is furious and will definitely avenge his apprentice. And this..." Xiaoer swallowed, almost biting his own tongue, "This is right in the arms of the lord of heaven and earth...just like the Xiji Mountain theory The Dao Conference is over, and most of the Heaven and Earth League will rest near Lin'an, if Dao Hong Chen comes here—”

Catch the turtle in the urn, and grab it with your hands.

With a sound of "swipe", the wooden sword was put away, and Ying Changfeng's coercion seemed to dissipate because of this small movement.He lowered his eyes again and regained his sleepiness, and his voice was as soft as talking to himself:

"Understood, thank you."

Xiao Er didn't want to stay any longer, and even forgot to take the teapot by his feet, so he rushed out the door like a shit.

In the corner, Xiao Baishi finally pulled back the round drum stool beside the table and sat down.The cardinal noticed that he was in a low mood, and jumped on Xiao Baishi's shoulder eagerly, rubbing his small head against his face.

"Xiaohong, I'm fine." Xiao Baishi stroked its wings, "Go and play."

Even so, the cardinal didn't listen to him, and still stood there, rubbing awkwardly at Xiao Baishi.Because Xiao Baishi was somewhat uncomfortable when he mentioned his senior brother, he quickly adjusted after being acted like a baby by it. He took a sip of the light tea on the table and finally let out a long sigh.

When he raised his head again, Ying Changfeng sat opposite him at some point.

With the wooden sword lying across the table, he rested his chin with one hand and stared at Xiao Baishi intently.That gaze was different from the sharpness of Xiao Er's just now, and it did not seem to be indifferent as usual, the slanted eyebrows were slightly frowned, showing a worried look, and Xiao Baishi was in his pupils.

"Okay." Ying Changfeng grabbed Xiao Baishi's with the other hand, put it on the table and squeezed it into his palm.

Xiao Baishi didn't know that he also wanted to make himself less heavy, and said in a low voice: "It's only been a while, and I still can't just... just treat it as the past."

Farewell to life and death is a labor pain, and mortals and those who practice Taoism cannot escape it in their lifetime.

Ying Changfeng knew it himself, he held Xiao Baishi's hand and rubbed it for a moment and said, "I don't advise you to think about it, if you really think about these things so quickly, then it's called cold-blooded and heartless - cheer up, you Don't you still want to find out the truth?"

"Fortunately, my father wasn't impulsive." Xiao Baishi recalled Xiaoer's words just now, "If...he doesn't care as before, he may be caught in the trap now."

"Before?" Ying Changfeng asked.

Xiao Baishi nodded: "Yes, he said it once when he was drunk. I was still young at that time, so I can't remember clearly. Every time he got drunk, he wanted to see my father, and then he said a lot of things."

"for example?"

"He once mentioned...Xin Yi's death."

The author says:

*Suddenly meet on the east bank of Dongdong, shake hands and Ding Ning speaks like a bell.The swordsmanship has become the king's hand, and there are dragons to kill dragons.

It is a poem by Lu Dongbin. Lu Dongbin had a pseudonym "Hui Daoren", and I will borrow it here.