Tibetan thoughts

The three of them went back to the inn to rest for a while, and after the watchman knocked on the fourth watch, they came to the gate of the city and found a place to hide.

At dawn, the officers and soldiers guarding the city gate came to open the city gate. After a while, Ling Qing woke up Xue Jifeng who was snoring with his sword in his arms.Xue Jifeng fell into a slumber, and before he fully woke up for a while, he heard the sound of "creak, creak" axle rotation in the distance, and the "rustle" sound of wheels rolling over broken snow.

In the thick morning fog, a black shadow came towards the city gate, approached a little bit, and then saw clearly that it was the old man pulling a cart of vegetables and meat, and now he was returning home on a cart After picking up a few bags of rice, he pulled the cart through the morning fog and slowly left the city gate.

"Let's go and have a look."

As soon as Ling Qing finished speaking, she moved to the gate of the city in a flash, leaned against the wall next to the gate and looked outside, then chased him out, Yan Yunlie followed closely behind.

Seeing that both of them were hidden in the morning mist, Xue Jifeng knocked his head away with his fist to drive away the drowsiness, and then hurried to catch up.

"Both of you are better than me in martial arts, so can't you walk a little slower?"

When he caught up with Ling Qing and Yan Yunlie, he was already out of breath, holding a branch for a long time before recovering.

Standing in a bush, they saw two people in black clothes on the trail from a distance, but they were not the clothes of the followers of Tianjue Sect. The old man dragged the cart here, put the cart down, and took it from their hands. He took a purse and left without any words.

The two checked the contents of the cart, and after confirming that there was nothing entrained or hidden inside, they pushed the cart and left.

Ling Qing and the others came out from the bushes and followed those two people, but they didn't go far, and the two people and the cart suddenly disappeared on the ground. Ling Qing rubbed his eyes to make sure he was not dazzled, and walked to the Where the people and carts disappeared, the footprints left on the snow and the marks of the wheel wheels ended here.

"How is this going?"

"I was in the same situation a few times before!" Xue Jifeng said a little excitedly, "Do they know some magic tricks, can they teleport in an instant? Or travel thousands of miles a day?"

"It's just a formation to confuse ordinary people." Yan Yunlie stood there with his hands behind his back and said in a cold voice.

Xue Jifeng flexed his fingers and scratched his cheek, speechless because of the basin of cold water.

"Yan Yunlie, can you break this formation?" Ling Qing looked at Yan Yunlie and asked him.

Yan Yunlie raised his hand to signal the two of them to back off, "Try it, but if you fail, you might startle the snake." He took out a small bamboo tube from his sleeve pocket, and removed the cloth ball used to seal it.

Ling Qing thought that what came out of the bamboo tube should be something as small as a firefly like "Guide" or "Fulan", but to his surprise, he heard a mournful neighing, and several snake-like The black shadow of the girl rushed out of the bamboo tube with a "shua, shua" and disappeared into the surrounding bushes.

"What are they for?" Xue Jifeng stretched his head while holding the sword, and looked curiously into the bamboo tube in Yan Yunlie's hand. As soon as he got closer, another snake-like black shadow jumped out, almost hitting Seeing Xue Jifeng's face, Xue Jifeng took a step back with an "ah", and subconsciously drew his sword.

Clap!

A black snake with blood-red stripes was split in two and fell on the snow. The snake's eyes were as golden as amber. It was clearly divided into two parts, but no blood splashed out. The half with the head seemed to be intact. He raised his head and spat out the red letter, and swam away, leaving only the half of his tail writhing on the snow.

Xue Jifeng probably realized that he had done something bad, so he didn't dare to utter a word. Yan Yunlie lowered his waist and picked up the half of the snake's tail and stuffed it into the bamboo tube, "Tianjue Sect usually uses Gu to form formations, and these snakes feed on Gu. , if the Gu that set up the formation is gone, then the power to confuse people will also disappear."

As soon as Yan Yunlie's voice fell, the morning fog in front of him dissipated a little bit, and next to the place where those footprints and wheel marks disappeared, another trail appeared, and the footprints and wheel marks continued on that trail, but The distance of the path is still hidden in the mist, and only some dark shadows can be seen faintly.

"Be careful." Yan Yunlie reminded.

Ling Qing tightened the sword in his hand, nodded towards Yan Yunlie, and the three of them walked in along this path.

The more you walk in, the more gloomy you feel. The dead trees and branches around you are intertwined, hidden in the vast white mist, like people standing there in strange postures.

The three of them maintained a high degree of tension, fearing that the other party would attack them unexpectedly. They didn't speak a word along the way, and they didn't know how long they walked. Moreover, the surrounding fog became thicker, and they could hardly see their fingers when they stretched out their hands.

"It seems something is wrong..." Xue Jifeng whispered, "It always feels weird, why is the fog so heavy?"

"Hush..." Ling Qing signaled him to keep silent.

At this time, there was a low, hoarse and thick "creaking" sound from the dark fog ahead, like the sound that can only be made by rotten wood that has experienced wind and rain. A black shadow slowly appeared in the white fog, like A big mouth, like a big hole that can't see the bottom.

"Go!" Yan Yunlie made a gesture.

The two of them followed Yan Yunlie for two steps, and suddenly the thick fog that almost engulfed people dispersed, and their vision cleared up, and they could see the situation in front of them clearly.

Ling Qing pulled down the branches, and what appeared in front of them was an old palace. The outer walls and stone steps were made of large bluestones. Each piece of bluestone was carved with patterns, which had been washed away by the rain for a long time. Gully-like traces were left on the surface of the bluestone, making those patterns blurred, making it impossible to see the original appearance clearly.

The attic of the palace is built on high steps, the pillars and brackets have lost their original colors, the red paint is mottled, and the copper bell hanging under the cornice is shaking gently, the sound of "Dangdang" sounds just like this pavilion old.

"This place seems to have been built a long time ago. It seems that the people who built it spent a lot of manpower and material resources." Xue Jifeng looked at the building and sighed softly.

What made the sound just now were the two several-foot-high gates in front of the Drum Tower of this palace. After years of decay, they were also mottled, the copper nails on them were incomplete, and the title ring still vaguely retained the magnificence of the year.

There were people dressed as Tianjue sect members on duty at the door and on the inner steps. After the two people and the cart entered the door, the door was slowly closed.

"Do you want to go in?" Yan Yunlie asked Ling Qing.

Ling Qing looked up at the temple on the steps, "Since you're here, let's go in and have a look, let's go separately."

"it is good."

Xue Jifeng and Ling Qing moved over quietly, put down the person on duty at the door, and before the door was completely closed, the three of them sneaked inside.

The three left separately, and Ling Qing subconsciously went to a place like a dungeon.

According to Xue Jifeng, this group of people had ambushed someone at the junction of Jiyongzhou and Yongzhou, but there were only traces of fighting but no dead bodies at the scene.If Dongli Muyun was the one they ambushed, then Dongli Muyun was probably in the hands of this group of people.

The passage leading underground was damp and dark, filled with an old musty smell.

The flame on the torch flickered twice, and there were stones and bones rolling past the passage near the exit. The watchman noticed the movement, walked over there, and looked left and right.

Ling Qing hooked her feet to the beam above, hung upside down, and reached out to touch his acupuncture points.

The guard fell to the ground with a thump, Ling Qing turned over, landed lightly, glanced towards the exit of the passage, picked up the sword and walked inside.

The tunnel is very long, and the humidity is getting heavier and thicker. Apart from the sound of her own footsteps, there is only the sound of ticking water, and the inside is pitch black. Ling Qing took out the fire and lit it, and walked along the tunnel. After walking to the end, there is a row of stone steps going down.

Ling Qing hesitated for a while, but still held the torch and walked down the stone steps. The torch, which was only bigger than a broad bean, could not illuminate very far.

This temple has been in disrepair for a long time, and groundwater seeps everywhere, and even thick tree roots broke through the bluestone and twisted and twisted.There was an iron gate at the end of the stone steps, Ling Qing's eyes lit up and he walked over quickly, through the gap he could vaguely see someone inside, but he was not sure if it was Dongli Muyun.

Lifting the sword and cutting off the iron chain on the door, he was about to reach out to open the door, but who would have thought that the iron door would be pushed open from the inside.

Snapped!

The torch fell to the ground and went out.There was the sound of punches and kicks in the darkness, and the other party spared no effort in their moves, as if they wanted to drive him to death.In the darkness, Ling Qing could only make moves based on feeling.

Bang!Gui Meng rubbed a trace of sparks on the stone wall, and the light fell into two pairs of clear eyes.

"Ling Qing?"

A familiar voice sounded, Ling Qing withdrew his moves, picked up the fire pocket from the ground, and pointed in the direction of the sound.

"Brother Dongli!"

Unexpectedly, it was really Dongli Muyun, there was another rustling sound from the iron gate of the dungeon, Ling Qing noticed that there was another person coming out of the dungeon, it turned out to be King Anyang.Both of them looked thinner and full of beards, but at least they didn't have any missing arms or legs.

"Ling Qing, how did you find it?"

"Brother Dongli, it's not suitable to talk here, let's go out and talk about it."

"it is good."

As soon as the three of them came out of the tunnel, they collided with the opposing guard. Dongli Muyun strode up and stunned one of them with a knife in his hand, then took the knife from his hand, turned around and chopped the other guard and threw his knife away Give it to King Anyang, and protect the two of them behind him, "Go!"

Whether it is an underground passage or an above-ground pavilion, the entire palace is full of winding paths, like a maze.

More and more guards came chasing after him, and when they turned a corner, there was a sound of "Zheng", and a long sword was shining brightly, and went straight to the front. Ling Qing held Gui Meng with his backhand to block it, and twisted the future man's sword with his wrist At the same time, Dongli Muyun jumped out from behind Ling Qing, and was about to strike with his sword, but fortunately Ling Qing had clear eyes, and when he saw clearly who was coming, he hurriedly called for a stop.

"Brother Dongli is one of his own!"

Swish!The sword stopped before the tip of Xue Jifeng's nose.

Xue Jifeng was stunned for a moment, drew back the held sword, patted his chest, and was about to complain when he saw a group of dark guards following them, his expression changed, "Why did you attract them all here? ?”

"Stop talking nonsense, you take Big Brother Dongli and King Anyang out, and I'll go find Yan Yunlie." After speaking, Ling Qing jumped out of the wooden railing in the corridor, spun around a tree and jumped up to the second floor.

Xue Jifeng looked up, clicked his tongue, and was startled by the footsteps behind him.

Looking sideways at the other side of the corridor, there were also a large number of guards coming towards this side, Xue Jifeng made a bitter face, and called Ling Qing for his lack of loyalty while accepting his fate and raising his sword to fend off the enemy.

Here Ling Qing jumped up to the second floor, and found that there were far fewer guards here, probably all went downstairs after hearing the movement below.

It doesn't seem like the bottom is made of bluestone here, the wooden floor is a little loose, and it creaks when you step on it, as if it will break if you step on it hard.

This is like the owner's daily work and rest place. The well-crafted bronze smoker is full of green smoke, and the faint sandalwood covers up the old and decadent smell.

The green gauze curtains fluttered gently, stirring up the bleakness here, but also creating a somewhat elegant and refined feeling.

"strong……"

A low and soft voice sounded, Ling Qing was startled, and suddenly drew his sword, but there was no one around.

"Lie...you don't remember me anymore?"

The voice sounded again, with sadness and loss, Ling Qing followed the voice and walked over.

"What exactly do you want?" It was Yan Yunlie's voice that sounded this time.

There is a room behind the curtains, the door is closed tightly, but the sparse grid carvings on the door can't block the sight much.

Ling Qing leaned over and saw the beauty who pretended to be the leader of Tianjue Sect that he met in the city that day, leaning on the soft couch.

He was only wearing a thin silk gown, the belt was loosely tied, the skirt and hem were open, a large piece of white jade-like skin on his chest, and two slender and well-proportioned jade legs were exposed... and Yan Yun Lie stood opposite him.

Ling Qing felt a sharp twitch in his heart, and a chill seeped up from the soles of his feet, wrapped around his feet and hands like a snake, and then gradually spread up his back.

For a moment, he only felt that the surroundings were extremely quiet, and all the flow of breath stopped at this moment, and he could clearly hear his panting and the conversation between the two people inside.

"Dian Yao, why are you doing this? Pretending to be me here, oppressing the common people, the ones you sent to hunt me down along the way... are also yours, right?"

The beauty named Dian Yao changed her posture, her legs were crossed together, and her hem was opened wider. He took out a palm-sized wooden token from the side, loosened his hand, and hooked it with his fingers. rope, so the sign was swaying at Yan Yunlie, "Look carefully, is this order of the leader really fake?"

Ling Qing looked through the gaps in the carvings on the door, and found that the token in Dian Yao's hand was very similar to Yan Yunlie's, but not quite the same.

Ling Qing also has a token given to him by Yan Yunlie. Apart from the word "Tianjue" carved in seal script, there is also a pattern of red flames representing Tianjue Sect, and the one in Dian Yao's hand is written But it is "Tianzhengsheng", and the pattern is not red flames, but a red lotus fire.

Yan Yunlie was stunned for a moment when he saw the token, and then he knelt down on the ground with great respect, stretched out his arms and bowed to the ground, and made a big salute to show his submission, "Zheng Yunlie sees the leader of the Tianzheng Sect, the leader Wan install."

Ling Qing could barely understand the situation in front of her, a series of questions popped up in her mind.

Why did Yan Yunlie call him the leader?

What is the leader of Tianzheng Sect, and what is the relationship with Tianjue Sect?

Yan Yunlie stood up from the ground after performing the salute, and Dian Yao's expression became a little more serious, but she still had that bewitching posture.

He took the wooden token back and squeezed it in his hand to play with, and said slowly in a soft voice, "Tianzheng Sacred Sect was founded in the Western Regions. It was preached to China more than a hundred years ago and stationed in Tianjue Mountain in western Hunan. And changed its name to Tianjuejiao... but it was passed down to the generation of Yan Jiaozhu, as if he had forgotten the mission of Tianjuejiao to enter the Central Plains?"

Yan Yunlie lowered his head, "Yan Yunlie dare not forget."

"Don't you dare to forget? This seat feels that Master Yan has forgotten very well. No, or he doesn't take it to heart at all. Anyway, the Tianzheng Sacred Church is far away in the Western Regions, and has almost cut off contact over the years. Therefore, those that were formulated at the beginning You can lose all the decrees, and then just be your leader of Tianjue sect with ease?"

"Yan Yunlie insulted the holy order, please ask the Lord to punish him."

Dian Yao sighed softly, "Tianjue...Tianjue... really has a great reputation..."

God...?

Ling Qing chewed this word secretly in his heart. He used to think that this name was a bit of a risk to the world, but people in Tianjue Sect were perverted and secretive, so it seems that choosing such a name was nothing more than arrogance and domineering That's all, but I never thought about whether there was any meaning behind the name.

"That's why I came all the way to Zhongtu this time, just to purge the Tianjue Sect in the Central Plains and revive the might of my Tianzheng Sacred Sect."

Yan Yunlie stood there silent for a moment, then raised his head, "Dian Yao, I hope you think clearly, if it's only aimed at me personally, you can rest assured that I, Yan Yunlie, will never have the slightest complaint. Don't blame you, but don't spread your anger on the others of Tianjue Sect."

When Yan Yunlie said this, his tone was extremely gentle. His already deep and mellow voice hit his heart, like the deep energy unique to those ancient musical instruments...

The seriousness on Dian Yao's face receded slowly like the tide, and she opened her eyes wide in disbelief, and then the water in those beautiful eyes was filled with water, and the flowing water light almost dripped into pearls.Her moist lips trembled like petals covered with night dew, but she couldn't utter a word, she just looked at Yan Yunlie sadly.

"Dian Yao, the situation in the Central Plains is no longer something that you and I can control and control with the power of these congregations. You should go back to the Western Regions."

Ling Qing's hand holding the sword trembled, and with such force, his finger bones suddenly appeared, and his veins suddenly stretched out, almost breaking the sword in his hand.

"Lie..." Dian Yao called softly, and at the same time a crystal drop of water slid down from the corner of his eye and landed on the ground, shattered and scattered, "When I left Tianjue Mountain to go to the Head Teacher of the Western Regions, I thought that one day if I Being the leader will make you obey me in every possible way... I know you always have me in your heart, how about...you return to the Western Region General Altar with me? Lie..."

Dian Yao threw away the leader's order in her hand, got up and was about to throw herself into Yan Yunlie's arms, but before she touched Yan Yunlie's clothes, she heard a bang, and the carved door and window lattice were shattered from the outside. Broken wood flew across, a gust of palm wind swept over, Ling Qing slapped Dian Yao's chest with a palm.

Naturally, Dian Yao couldn't resist ten percent of his strength, she was shot flying away and hit the soft couch with her back.

Ling Qing turned his wrist and pointed at Dian Yao with the tip of his sword, "I don't care what your relationship was before, but now you'd better understand one thing - this person is mine, don't try to think of him!" Then she turned to look at Yan Yun Lie glared at him fiercely, "Let's go."

"strong……"

She called sadly, and Dian Yao's voice was full of anger when she couldn't get a response, "Yan Yunlie, you have to walk out of this door today, and don't regret what happens in the future!"

Yan Yunlie's footsteps stopped for a moment, but at this moment, they heard several violent explosions coming from outside one after another. The momentum that shook the world made them feel that their feet were shaking, and the bronze vessels used for decoration in the room fell down one after another. .

Dian Yao looked around in surprise, seeing Yan Yunlie insisted on leaving, she jumped angrily, "Yan Yunlie!"

Suddenly there was another loud noise, knocking Dian Yao down on the soft couch, and the wooden beams on the top fell down unbearably, smashing a big hole in the rotten floor, and the smoke and dust flew, followed by the roof tiles and beams. They all fell down.

Ling Qing and Yan Yunlie broke out of the crumbling palace, and saw billowing black smoke rising from a corner of the palace, with sawdust laced with sparks rushing up to the sky, Xue Jifeng, Dongli Muyun, and King Anyang While running outside, he threw something outside.

"Brother Dongli!" After catching up with them, Ling Qing realized that what they were throwing was Zhen Tianlei, "Where did you get so much gunpowder?"

"Hi, Ling Qing!" Xue Jifeng waved to him, "We found it by accident when we were running away!"

As Xue Jifeng said, he found that there was still a lit thunder in his hand, and he threw it out in a hurry so as not to let himself be blown up.

"It looks like it's been left for a long time, but I didn't expect it to work." Dongli Muyun said as he lit and threw the last Thunderbolt in his hand, "We just want to make some noise for them. Make them lose their way."

boom!

After Dongli Muyun's words fell, the pavilion above the palace behind him began to collapse.

"This place can't be kept, let's go!"

Ling Qing nodded, and gave them Dongli Muyun's Broken Water Sword and King Anyang's sword that he found when he left just now, and the four of them leaped out of the city wall with light kung fu, and Xue Jifeng lit and threw the remaining thunderstorms. Then he turned and chased after them.

After making some supplies in Yingcheng, they hurried on the road. Xue Jifeng proposed to go to Yongzhou with them. Although no one objected, he was sent to drive a carriage.

But the atmosphere in the carriage can be described as weird, the four of them had nothing to say all the way.

Ling Qing was obviously in a bad mood, just staring at the outside of the carriage; the Master of Yanda wanted to say something all the time, but suffered from the other two people in the carriage, the expression on his face was extremely aggrieved.

King Anyang still looked calm and contented, his eyes stopped on Ling Qing, then on Yan Yunlie, then looked at Dongli Muyun with strange eyes, and then he said meaningfully Smile.

Dongli Muyun has always held his breath and is as steady as Mount Tai, only occasionally turning his eyes to look at Ling Qing.

The only noise in the carriage was when Xue Jifeng was brought in to rest, but due to the awkward atmosphere inside, Xue Jifeng always couldn't sit still for a while, and then obediently went back to be his coachman.

After leaving Jizhou day and night, Yongzhou was much more desolate due to successive years of wars, so they finally found an inn, and everyone decided to rest here.

The inn is very dilapidated, with yellow mud walls and thatched huts. The words on it can no longer be read clearly, and the guise is swaying in the wind. When the thick felt hanging on the door is lifted, the wind with goose feathers and heavy snow comes in.

Xiao Er, who was dozing off on the table, shivered from the cold, looked up and saw a lot of people coming, and immediately greeted them with vigor.

"How many masters want to stay in the shop? It looks like you are distinguished nobles. There are not many people in this area, so I can drink hot tea and sleep on the kang in this small shop."

A few people patted the snow off their bodies at the door, Dongli Muyun took out two silver ingots from his arms and threw them to the waiter, "Cut two catties of mutton, and a few jars of wine, feed the horses outside, and I'll take them all when I go to the room." .”

"Well!" Xiaoer put away the silver ingots and started to work, and kept talking, "It's windy outside, warm up a few pots of wine first, and then try my special white-cut mutton." , to ensure that when you sleep at night, it will be hot from the inside to the outside."

This inn doesn't look like people often come here. The tables and chairs are old and covered with a thick layer of oil stains. Not too fussy.

"Here comes the wine." Xiao Er put down a jar of wine and several bowls, turned around and disappeared again.

"Go to bed early after eating, everyone must be very tired after traveling non-stop for the past few days," Dongli Muyun said.

The charcoal fire was burning in the store, Dongli and the others all took off their cloaks, only Ling Qing was still tightly wrapped.

Xue Jifeng hugged the wine jug and poured himself a bowl, picked it up and tasted it, showing satisfaction on his face, he patted the table, "Good wine! Xiaoer will bring a few more jars."

"Okay, there is plenty of wine. You can drink as much as you want, I'll get you from the cellar if you don't have enough. It was brewed in the year I was born. My father said that he would take it out to entertain guests when I married my wife."

Xiaoer brought up the steaming mutton, threw the rag over his shoulder, raised his orchid fingers, and sang in small steps, "I often remember that time... the west side of the Xiaoqu railing... the pine clouds... Luo socks..."

Xue Jifeng picked up a chopstick and threw it on his head, "It's really singing."

Seeing that Ling Qing didn't drink, Dongli Muyun pushed the pot of mutton towards Ling Qing, but when Ling Qing smelled the smell of mutton, his stomach churned, and he could only turn his head silently.

The northern land was barren, and there was only dry food to satisfy the hunger along the way. When thirsty, he would grab a piece of snow and put it in his mouth, and there was no rest. After a few days, Ling Qing lost a lot of weight.Yan Yunlie saw it but couldn't do anything, only he knew that Ling Qing's burden was heavier than anyone else's.

Seeing Xiao Er humming a ditty and bringing over a jar of wine, Yan Yunlie said to him, "If you have any fresh vegetables, fry them up, light with less oil, and a bowl of rice."

"This..." Xiaoer scratched his head, "It's so cold, not to mention fresh vegetables, I'm afraid even grass is hard to find, but there are still a few Chinese cabbages in the cellar that are ready to be pickled... "

Yan Yunlie waved his hand to signal him to just go and fix it.

Ling Qing just glanced at Yan Yunlie, and didn't seem to appreciate his kindness, but after the fried Chinese cabbage and rice were delivered, Ling Qing still ate some.

After eating and drinking enough, they scattered and looked for a room to rest. The inn is only a place where the tofu is so big, and there is no room for it, so they can only find a room that does not leak as much air as possible and the roof looks a little stronger.

Taking advantage of the time when everyone was choosing a room, Yan Yunlie followed Ling Qing into his room.