Everyone owes me a favor

Before January, the three Jianchuan families still maintained superficial peace.

On the 49th birthday of Yan Wufu, head of the Qingshuang Sect, each family will give gifts. No matter whether the intention is sincere or not, the thickness of the gift is carefully calculated, and it will never be rude.

As one of Jianchuan's directors, Yan Wufu never lacked acquaintances. Heavy gift boxes were sent in through the ice bridge, and there were pills, whisks, tea sets, and pictures of Baifu, all of which were quite standard. Can't go wrong with something.

And on his birthday, Yan Wufu received the strangest gift he had received in the past 49 years.

...a Wujin Tang knife, a letter, and a bound, unconscious disciple dressed in Xia Feimen's clothes.

The gift was sent from Lingbi Mountain, and it was signed by Yan Wufu, a fellow Taoist who hadn't seen him for many years and who didn't know his life or death, but the handwriting did not match the fellow Taoist in his memory.

Yan Wufu didn't try to wake up the young Taoist priest who was deeply asleep, he first confirmed that the letter was harmless before starting to read it.

The letter that came with the box was not signed, and there were only a few words in it, and it even had no beginning or end: "Kill this person, head south and foot north, Chen Yu at the junction of the three families. This will be the ladder for strict management and seeking the way."

Yan Wufu understood.

Rumors of the Tang Dao murder case spread to Jianchuan early on. It is said that there was a frenzied swordsman who kept slaughtering Taoist monks and then dumped their corpses everywhere. There was no connection between the monks who were killed. , more than ten people died.

The three sects jointly wrote a summons requesting each sect to recall their disciples who were working abroad. If they want to travel, it is best to have a group of people together to prevent accidents.

Therefore, when Yan Wufu saw the Tang knife, he knew it in his heart.

He reached out to close the gift box, cast a spell to seal it, and called the disciples outside the door: "Take all these gifts into the treasury of the back mountain, and hide them."

The disciples have always had a good relationship with Yan Wufu, after nodding in agreement, the two disciples picked up the gift box with the person hidden in it, and they couldn't help being surprised: "Master, what is this thing, why is it so heavy?"

Yan Wufu said: "Some Taoist secret books are all bamboo scrolls, which are heavy and heavy. Remember to find a dry place to store them, and don't let me break them."

The disciples left, but Yan Wufu fell into reverie.

After the disaster of the evil way, the Taoist sect has entered a period of reorganization and recovery, with a hundred flowers blooming, but good and bad are mixed.

At this moment, the heads of Baishengmen and Feihuamen passed away one after another. The two young men in the upper ranks, one extremely stupid and the other extremely wise, were difficult to deal with, and after getting married, the two families became a whole. The target is directed at the Cyan Frost Gate.

All the people in Sichuan, because of this, their minds are floating, and they have no intention of seeking the truth. It has not been a day or two.

If this momentum continues, the accumulated evils will turn into carbuncles, and the carbuncles will fester, until the day when it is out of control, the three families will have a frontal battle sooner or later.

At that time, Dao has no way, people have no feelings, and everything is driven by interests. If you want to decide a winner, not to mention the blood flow, it will take dozens or even hundreds of people to sink to the bottom of the water. Hundreds of nameless dead bones.

This letter went straight to Yan Wufu's heart.

Is it to raise Gu for trouble, muddle through, and wait for the decisive battle between the three families who does not know when it will come, or find a reason for himself to let all the conflicts erupt earlier?

That night, Yan Wufu gave his answer.

He wrapped the Tang knife in a black cloth, and went to the treasury in the back mountain under the cover of night.

The formation of the treasury is cumbersome, and the key is only in the hands of Yan Wufu, so there is no need for others to guard it.

Yan Wufu went straight into the treasury, found the sealed box, sat on it, leaning on the Tang knife, with a serious expression on his face.

After midnight, there was a shaking sound inside the box.

Yan Wufu jumped out of the box and opened the lid. Inside was the young man's flustered and bewildered face. One could imagine that he might just be walking on the road and was knocked unconscious for no reason. After waking up, he came to a completely strange place. It is normal to be at a loss when there is nothing else on your body except clothes.

This too young face made Yan Wufu think of his disciple, and he was temporarily shaken.

But the hilt of the Tang Dao that didn't fit his hand hit him, making Yan Wufu understand his purpose of coming here late at night.

After explaining his identity, the nervous disciple stood up and bowed respectfully: "Master Yan, this disciple is a disciple from the outer sect of Xiafei Sect, named Bian Wutao. I don't know...how did this disciple get here?" ?”

Yan Wufu responded fluently, and mixed the truth and falsehood in what he said: "You entered Jianchuan in my birthday gift box. I opened the box to see people and saw that you were sleeping, but I didn't dare to wake you up easily. Is there any mechanism, once you wake up, it will harm others and cause chaos in Hechuan. So I kept quiet and ordered my disciples to carry you here, and I came here late at night to wait for you to wake up."

This remark made sense, and the disciple no longer had any reason to doubt it. He said that he had received a crisis message from Sanmen, and he was on his way back to Xiafeimen, but when he entered a forest, he suddenly Feeling weak and weak, he fainted, and when he woke up, he was in Jianchuan.

Yan Wufu stood up and said, "Come with me. I'll take you out."

Strangely, he no longer remembers how he felt when he swung a knife and cut Bian Wutao's throat.

When he came back to his senses, Bian Wutao had already crawled out a bloody road several feet long towards the Baisheng Gate, holding a stone in his hand, and died of breathlessness.

Looking at his body, Yan Wufu felt a little headache.

...Death like this, how can you arrange the body with its head south and feet north?

He also didn't know why the person behind the scenes insisted on arranging the corpses with heads south and feet north.

What's more, once the corpse is headed south and feet north, isn't it aimed at the direction of Qingshuangmen?

Since he couldn't figure it out, he simply didn't want to.

Yan Wufu left the body behind, but he was not in a hurry to leave, he waited by the side, wanting to wait for the body to be discovered by others before leaving by himself.

Then, he was lucky enough to enjoy a big and funny show.

Zhu Mingchao came, holding a letter in his hand.

She didn't look surprised when she saw the body.

Yan Wufu was puzzled, hid in the dark, quietly used a little spiritual power, and read the contents of the letter clearly:

"Today, when Master Zhu got up early to do the breathing, he would see a dead body at the junction of the three families. If there is such a corpse, please put the corpse between the head, the south and the north. ladder."

Yan Wufu was quite puzzled, thinking, head south and foot north, is it really so important?

Zhu Mingchao observed the corpse for a while, and indeed did something.

But she turned her body to Feihuamen.

Even though the two families had many quarrels, Yan Wufu still secretly praised the girl for her brains.

I wish the people of the Ming Dynasty to be extremely clear-headed.Due to various reasons, Baishengmen is the weakest in Sichuan, so it has to join forces with Feihuamen, who is the second most powerful.

However, Feihuamen is not a good alliance.

Due to Jianchuan's dangerous terrain, Baishengmen has not made great progress over the years. If they don't leave Jianchuan early and find another way out, they may be the first to be annexed by Feihuamen.

But now, Yum and Feihua are related by marriage, and the relationship is deep, and Baishengmen has no reason to ask to leave Sichuan and break the ancestral precepts. Therefore, Zhu Mingchao has to accompany Feihuamen, sinking in mud, standing still, and watching the building. Will pour.

... She is also looking for a change.

But Zhu Mingchao's mind is not willing to follow the instructions in the letter and act honestly for others.

When she finished setting up the scene, she also turned her head and left.

Yan Wufu and her both wanted to go together.

——They have all been to the place where the corpse is buried, it is best not to be the first to discover it, otherwise, it will be unclear.

In the end, the only one who found the body was Feihuamen.

Those two reckless disciples skipped the morning class and found the corpse by mistake. They didn't report it immediately. Instead, they kicked the scene carefully arranged by Zhu Mingchao and pointed the corpse towards the Qingshuang Gate before shouting sharply, "Dead man!" It's dead, dead."

Yan Wufu watched the whole process, his heart gradually turned cold.

——The swordsman Tang who planned everything behind the scenes completely guessed their hearts.

Yan Wufu himself was ruthless, killed the "gift" sent by Tang Swordsman, and abandoned the corpse at the junction of the three families, but did not place the corpse according to the instructions in the letter.

Zhu Mingchao was very sensitive, he didn't want to be controlled by others, and he didn't do what he said in the letter.

None of them were willing to be the discoverers at the scene, so Feihuamen was the only one who could "first" discover the corpse.

——Everyone hates the Feihuamen of Qingshuangmen the most.

——If something happened, he would definitely think of Feihuamen who pushed the disaster to Qingshuangmen.

In any case, when the murder case came out, Jianchuan was shocked, and immediately sealed it off to check whether his disciples had colluded with the swordsman of Tang Dynasty.

Unfortunately, according to Sanmen's instructions, the disciples of each family were very sorry for their lives, and Guan Chuan did not come out. After some inspection, none of the disciples left Sichuan on the night of the murder.

The situation became stalemate.

After the discussion among the three families, they could only continue to seal off the river after sending away the body of the little Taoist priest named Bian Wutao, waiting for special personnel from the three sects to investigate the matter.

Yan Wufu knew that the Tang swordsman would not stop here, he must have a backup.

Moreover, he had a premonition.

——Tang Swordsman will start from Qingshuangmen.

Sure enough, after one month passed, Su Ping hurriedly took a letter from his family, pleading that his father had a serious illness and asked to go out of Sichuan to visit him at home.

Although Su Ping was impatient, he also knew that it was the time of closure of Sichuan that the three families had discussed together, and he should not go out easily.

He begged Yan Wufu, saying that he wanted to ask Yan Wufu to take him to meet the other two directors and explain the situation. If Director Hua and Director Zhu refused to believe it, they could each send their trusted disciples to escort him back to Qingping It doesn't matter if you are in shackles or shackles, but I hope you can get home safely and serve the old father on the bed.

Yan Wufu looked at the letter from home.

In Qingshuangmen, the disciples and the masters are indeed very close. Yan Wufu is very familiar with his own disciples, so he knows that Su Ping's parents are illiterate, and whenever he writes a family letter, he will ask the neighbors who are proficient in writing and ink to write it for him. It was also joked by other disciples that this is a "letter from a hundred families".

And the handwriting of this letter is exactly the same as that of the person who sent Tang Dao.

This is a forged letter, the purpose is to deceive Su Ping out of Sichuan.

Yan Wufu knew that once Su Ping came out of Sichuan, the other two families would definitely take the opportunity to make a fuss, saying that Su Ping had colluded with people outside Sichuan, and held him, the head of the Qingshuang Sect, accountable.

If he wanted to achieve the goal of "responsibility", then Su Ping could not take this forged letter and return to Jianchuan alive to clarify the misunderstanding for Yan Wufu and Qingshuangmen.

In other words, once Su Ping leaves Sichuan, he will definitely disappear completely from this world.

So, will Swordsman Tang do it himself?

Or send another letter, instructing someone in Sichuan to kill Su Ping?

If there is anyone in Jianchuan who can be so stupid and poisonous as to be at the mercy of others, Hua Ruohong is the only one.

Hua Ruohong is extremely stupid, it is easy to ask him to kill someone, but it is difficult to tell him not to leave any openings.

At that time, as long as his evil deeds are exposed, he will be expelled from Sichuan.

As soon as Feihuamen disbanded, the three families existed in name only, and Baishengmen had the opportunity to decide whether to stay or not.

Yan Wufu's mind was full of turmoil, but he raised his eyes to look at Su Ping, who was sure to die, and there was only concern and doubt in his eyes: "There is no need to meet them. I will let you go out."

...Having achieved this step, he cannot afford to fall short.

In the end, Yan Wufu still fell into Tang Swordsman's game.

He saw Su Ping's body with his own eyes, wiped his body for him, and performed all the emotions and dramas vividly.Everything is as Tang Dao Ke expected, and everything develops as he expected.In the end, Yan Wufu watched Hua Ruohong whose arm had been cut off, and tremblingly took out a letter in blood from his bosom.

The content of the letter is as follows: "Today, Su Ping will return to Jianchuan with a forged letter to prove the Qingshuangmen's innocence. Kill him, and the Qingshuangmen will not be able to argue. Please take advantage of the opportunity. This will be Huazhangshi Stairway to the Way."

At the end of every letter, there is the same sentence.

... This will be the ladder to the path.

Three letters, killing two people, destroying two factions.

The Feihuamen wanted to drive the other two out of Sichuan, obtain the three books of swordsmanship, and quickly seek the perfection of one of their merits and virtues, so that everyone would ascend—this is what Hua Ruohong asked for.

Baishengmen successfully merged with Feihuamen, and left Jianchuan, a place where the sect was restricted to develop, to pursue a broader world. ——This is the way Zhu Mingchao requested.

Although Jianchuan's dispersion was not decent, but fortunately only two people died, and bloody disputes were completely avoided. ——This is the way Yan Wufu demands.

So, what is the "Tao" that the Tang swordsman who is doing everything behind his back is asking for.

……

Yan Wufu woke up from the memory, and just heard Feng Rugu say: "... I felt strange when I saw the body of that disciple of Xiafei Sect lying down. According to common sense, the knife in the throat in the front, The blood flowed profusely, and the deceased fell to the ground, but he was not dead, and he would definitely crawl in the opposite direction to where the murderer stood, in order to survive."

Speaking of this, Feng Rugu smiled calmly: "Of course, where the murderer stands when he kills doesn't mean anything at all. Just treat it as if I'm telling a story."

Yan Wufu was neither anxious nor annoyed, and praised: "Good story. But stories can only be stories forever. This old man is not the stupid kid from the Hua family. If you want to deceive Mr. Yunzhong, you can't deceive anything."

Feng Ruyu is like a mirror in his heart.

The matter of Jianchuan was complicated. No matter how many clues he found, there was no evidence to prove that Yan Wufu had participated in Tang Swordsman's murder plan.

Tang knives can be thrown into sinking water, and letters can be used to light candles.

It has been a whole month since the disciples of Xiafei Sect were killed. It is too easy to destroy the evidence.

He elegantly took a breath of light smoke, and the snow-white smoke made his lips look softer and redder.

"Then, let's pretend that I'm telling a story. You and I are both people in the story, and Director Yan did participate in this matter." Feng Rugu said, "Why did Director Yan, when he received the letter in Chuchu, Have you never suspected that this is the conspiracy of the Tang swordsman? Just follow it and kill him with confidence?"

Yan Wufu said nothing, but Feng Rugu already had the answer in his heart.

He put down the bong, and looked into Yan Wufu's eyes with a smile on his cheek: "...you know him."

"He must have been to Chuanzhong. He is familiar with the terrain of Jianchuan, and the weaknesses and worries of all the three families. His understanding of Jianchuan is by no means achieved overnight."

"Well, Mr. Yunzhong is free and wants to hear a story, so I will tell this story with you." Yan Wufu said, "...the old man once accepted a disciple. About eight years ago, he worshiped He entered Sichuan and became a disciple of Qingshuang Sect. He stayed in Sichuan for three years, he was silent and stern, and he was a very good student."

"Suddenly one day, he disappeared, leaving only a short letter."

"He said, thank you for the hospitality, and there will be a date later."

Those handwritings, that letter paper, Yan Wufu, who has the ability of photographic memory, all firmly in his heart.

He has always been able to remember every disciple in Qingshuangmen, including Su Ping who was killed, and he will remember it in his life.

This person exchanged his life for the disbandment of the three families, and in exchange for two copies of the sword manual.

And he, Yan Wufu, will also use his sword skills where they should be used.

He lowered his head and took another sip of the hookah.

The sound of snoring water sent the slightly hot smoke into his throat, and it circled in the lung circle before breathing out again.

He didn't even look at these two swordsmanship before throwing them into the fire pit and making paper to light the fire.

As he once said, holding extra sword formulas in his hands would only increase temptation and be useless.

He has nothing to ask for, but Jianchuan is peaceful, and more people practice in meditation.

It is enough for Qingshuangmen to have Qingshuang swordsmanship. This is the ancestor's rule. If Yan Wufu monopolizes it, he will have no face to see his master after death, and he will have no face to see his ancestor when he ascends.

...Then, that's it, it's all turned to ashes, let's go.

The sword technique handed down by the ancient great power just like this turned into a green mist and dissipated into the sky lightly.

Feng Rugu's mind was very intelligent, he saw that Yan Wufu suddenly started smoking hookah on the day he received the other two sword manuals, and looked at the blazing firepit, there is no reason why he didn't understand.

He said with a smile: "Master Yan refuses to smoke Feng Er's cigarettes, so Feng Er is lucky, can he take a sip of this expensive hookah?"

Yan Wufu laughed out loud, changed the cigarette holder, and handed the pouch to Feng Ruyuan.

Seeing Feng Ruyuan puffing out smoke slowly, like an old gourmet tasting delicious food, Yan Wufu felt something in his heart, and after thinking about it for a while, he said, "Mr. Yunzhong, are you leaving?"

Feng Ruyu nodded: "Yes. Before I came, I already asked my apprentices to pack their luggage. I'm really sorry to bother you in Sichuan for so many days."

Yan Wufu: "Before leaving, the old man has something to say, I hope Mr. Yunzhong can listen to it."

Feng Rugu nodded slightly: "All ears."

……

When Feng Ruyuan left Yan Wufu's residence, Ruyi, Luo Fuchun, Sang Luojiu and Haijing had been waiting outside for a long time.

Luo Fuchun hastily greeted him: "Master, didn't you say goodbye to Master Yan, why have you been gone for so long?"

Sang Luojiu took over the smoking set from Feng Rugu's hand, and when he tidied it up carefully, he couldn't help being curious: "What did Master and Yan Zhangshi say?"

Feng Ruyuan couldn't help but think of what Yan Wufu said to him before he said goodbye to Yan Wufu.

"Smart people tend to indulge in being smart." Yan Wufu said, "I was born in Jianchuan, and I know the truth that good swimmers drown in water."

"Yun Zhongjun, this old man was lucky enough to meet you once in the Tianbang competition. At that time, you were thirteen years old, and you were the youngest one in the history of the Tianbang competition. When you first participated in the competition, you used Guixu swordsmanship is famous all over the world for defeating [-] disciples in a row. Although in your generation, there are few good young talents of the master's generation, but you are an exception, and you are the master if you are not inferior."

"I'm afraid you have heard such praises a lot. But since then, I have seen eight characters from you."

"A person who is astoundingly brilliant will be hurt if he is extremely intelligent."

"Mr. Yunzhong, the old man is too sharp, and he has suffered from it for half his life. You can't change it. I advise you to hold back your sharpness. The death of these 16 people may not be the result of your sharpness and envy. .”

……Is that so?

The swordsman of the Tang Dynasty killed 16 people in a row and wrote the word "seal" because he was jealous of him?

Withdrawing from the short memories, Feng Rugu blinked and said playfully, "Talk about your feelings, and you will forget the time before you know it."

Ruyi put the Buddha beads on a plate, and said lightly: "Mr. Yunzhong has feelings for everyone."

The words were a bit weird, Feng Rugu couldn't help but glance at Ruyi, who would have thought that the scroll of Buddha beads came coiled and wrapped around Feng Rugu's wrist.

Ruyi looked at him, cherishing words like gold and said: "...cross the bridge."

While talking, they had reached the ice bridge.

Luo Fuchun led the way, Sang Luojiu was in the back, Haijing walked in second, Ruyi held Feng Rugu with Buddhist beads and walked in the middle.

No matter how many times he walked, Luo Fuchun still couldn't get used to the feeling of crossing the ice bridge.

As a cultivator, spiritual power is surging in the body, but it can't be used anyway. This feeling is really terrible.

He was eager to cross the bridge, and his pace was inevitably faster.

Walking half way, Luo Fuchun faintly saw someone carrying a lantern on the other side of the bridge.

At this time, the sinking water was foggy, and there was a line of ghost lights in the haze, which inevitably made people guess what kind of peach blossom face the person carrying the lamp would be.

Out of curiosity, Luo Fuchun took a few steps forward, his expression suddenly changed, and he stopped immediately: "Master——"

——That man wore a bronze ghost mask on his face!

He was dressed in black with fluttering sleeves, as if he would melt away into the mist at any moment.

However, before Luo Fuchun's words of warning came out, the man in black raised his right arm, raised his two fingers, and snapped his fingers crisply.

In an instant, there was an ear-piercing explosion on the bridge deck where Feng Ruyuan was standing, and with a click, a large piece of cracks and cracks burst open, and it collapsed downwards!

At the instant of weightlessness, Feng Rugu's mind was still spinning——

The bridge was tampered with?

The bridge is clearly only able to be activated by the disciples in Jianchuan, when can he do it?

Feng Ruyu just thought for a moment, and his mind cleared up.

--I see.

It turns out that Su Ping's death can also be used in such a way.

Su Ping died, Chuanzhong must send people to investigate, then, in order to facilitate the passage of disciples from various schools, the ice bridge will be rebuilt.

Feng Rugu thought of the Qingshuang sect disciple who passed by him with his head down when he and Ruyi went to the grove that night, his brows were slightly frowned.

Seeing that Feng Rugu was about to fall into the water, Ruyi instinctively summoned his spiritual power, trying to take him up and escape.

By the time he realized that he could not use mana above the sinking water, the ice under Feng Ruyuan's feet had completely shattered.

At this moment, the man in black who had succeeded in his scheme was expressionless, neither joyful nor proud, he just threw his hand away, his body turned into mist and disappeared.

Between lightning and flint, Ruyi pushed a palm on Haijing's back, causing him to stagger a few steps forward, and safely landed on the other end of the broken ice bridge. direction.

When he was about to run out of strength, he exhausted his strength and shattered his string of beads.

When the beads carved into the Vajra Angry Buddha scattered in all directions, Ruyi lost his balance and fell into the cold sinking water.

However, he clearly saw that Feng Rugu, who was already out of danger, stood firm while the Buddhist beads were falling like rain, and took a step forward, grabbing his hand without hesitation.

...but his strength is really weak.

With a bang, ice-cold water flowed over the heads of the two of them.