Sealing Sword Chapter 21: Gua Gua

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Chu Xiwei thought about the scene of the reunion many times, but when the real thing came about, none of it happened.

For no other reason, Ye Fusheng fainted again.

After yelling "Ayao", as if letting go of a big boulder in his heart, the long-tight bowstring suddenly loosened, and neither the itchiness nor the severe pain could suppress the exhaustion that swept through, so his head tilted and sank straightly. Entering black dreamland, this time is not a trap of sinking consciousness, but an ordinary rest.

Du Liu Chu Xiwei sat on the edge of the bed and became angry with her dantian, finally holding back a mouthful of blood.

He was angrily trying to wake people up, but it was very uncomfortable to see that dark face. After hesitating in place for a moment, Chu Xiwei applied medicine to him with a face covered with dark clouds, and then flicked his sleeves and went out.

He walked hurriedly, and almost ran into Sun Minfeng who came back from the medicine. The ghost doctor looked at his back for a while, shook his head and said, "Is a temperament bigger than my daughter's house. Isn't it smooth to catch up with Kuishui? "

When the two subordinates behind him heard such a rebellious remark, they could only look at the sky and the earth, just like a northwest wind.

Chu Xiwei went out with a forehead lawsuit. After strolling on the road for a while, he slowly reduced his anger. He didn't want to turn his head back, and he didn't want to run around like flies without a head, so he simply went to water The hometown of the villa.

At this time, two days have passed since Dufenghui’s shocking change. The entire Guyang city is under martial law. There are violent martial arts people everywhere, and the common people are silent. They don’t dare to read and talk about daily travel, lest they accidentally provoke them. Disaster.

Chu Xiwei walked along under the unidentified dim light of the east. The fire at Broken Water Villa had already been extinguished, leaving only the broken walls shrouded in the night, the plaque had long been shattered, and the basalt stone monument in front of the door collapsed in half. , No longer the old day scene.

The world is out of my generation, and the years are reminded as soon as I enter the world.

Just such a short sentence, it is necessary for several generations to bear it with flesh and blood. In the end, the jade and the stone will be burned, until the death.

The water was cut off by the knife, and I was afraid it was really broken since then.

Chu Xiwei shook her head, raised her foot to enter, but suddenly heard a flute, blowing the stars into the sky, deep and inexhaustible.

In an instant the tide ebbs and flows, and the mountains and seas are overwhelmed in an instant, but then it turns into a trough again, with a cry like weeping, as if forgetting the river to bypass the world, and finally return to Naihe.

This is "Send Soul".

Chu Xiwei stood there and listened for a while, and asked in a low voice, "Apart from Xie Li, who else is there?"

The subordinates guarding here in the dark showed up and knelt down on one knee and said: "Back to the Lord, a white-haired Taoist in front of a stick of incense came here to pay homage. When it is not convenient for me to show up, I can only watch him go in. Mother has followed."

Chu Xi nodded slightly, followed the sound, stepped through the scorched earth and shattered tiles, and finally walked to the former Qianlong Pavilion.

The elegantly built promenade has already been put to the torch, and only one pond remains as a daylight scene. The muddy water is filthy. From time to time, you can see fish and shrimps steamed to death by the heat wave and the building remains soaked in it.

The corpse in the villa was cleaned up by martial artists who came after hearing the news. Xie Chongshan’s corpse slipped into the water and was still intact when picked up. It’s a pity that Xie Wuyi’s generation of heroes was buried in the flames and finally got a complete set. The corpse can't be put together either.

The corpse was placed in the Shanghao Nanmu coffin. Xie Li's whole body was shaking like a chicken shrunk by the cold winter, and he tremblingly stretched out his hand to push the lid of the coffin, not knowing whether it was because of his lack of strength or lack of courage. Pushing open a gap, he couldn't continue anymore, his knees softened, he knelt to the ground, leaned on the coffin and wept loudly. A light was extinguished by his side, reflecting the desolate ruins.

As soon as Chu Xiwei walked here, she heard a barely audible movement. It was Erniang's warning.

He glanced at Erniang's hiding place quietly, the sound of the flute in his ear was still unstoppable, and he didn't even hear the short and broken sound, which shows that this person's breath is long, which is terrifying.

After the song "Send the Soul" was finished, there was only a slight pause before changing the song, this time it was "Death".

Chu Xiwei looked at it intently. As expected, there was a Taoist standing next to the pond, with his back facing him and pressing the flute. His white hair, like frost and snow, was pulled up by an ebony hairpin, which seemed to a man. The long and thin body was caged under a black and white robes, and his manner was calm and natural, as if he was not here to pay homage to the funeral, but to bid farewell to a passerby who met by the water.

Chu Xiwei waited patiently for him to finish the tune. After the song ended, the Taoist turned around, revealing a dull face.

Looking at him from behind, he looks like an old man over a hundred years old, but looking at his face, it's just like the blooming white plum blossoms.

Guanghan Yushu, Fengyi Tiancheng.

Chu Xiwei has lived for more than 20 years and has seen all kinds of people. This is the first time he has seen someone whose grace and appearance can make him palpitate.

This person is so perfect that it doesn't seem to be popular, and it's so cold that it doesn't seem to be human.

The white-haired Taoist has a cold snow in the mountains, and a pool of still water is condensed on his face. Even when he speaks, he is as cold as broken ice and jade: "The poor way is clear. Excuse me."

While speaking, he hung Yuxiao back around his waist and hung it with a palm-sized silver kettle, catching the dust on his wrist, and walking towards Chu Xiwei. Erniang, who was hiding in the dark at that moment, tensed her body subconsciously, but was told by Chu Xiwei not to act rashly.

The Taoist who claimed to be "Duanqing" did not stay by Chu Xiwei's side, as if he had just met an insignificant person, and passed him in a blink of an eye, but Chu Xiwei said to stay: "Please wait."

Duan Qing turned his head over: "What's the matter?"

"I take the liberty to ask, did the Taoist have something to do with Broken Water Villa?" Chu Xiwei only felt that there seemed to be residual heat from the flames on the ground under her feet, and she frowned secretly, smiling unabated when she spoke, "Mao Da Jiye It’s really embarrassing to be depressed for a while. If the Taoist leader comes here deliberately, it's better to leave more time."

Duanqing said: "The fate with Xie Lao Zhuangzhu in the past is not considered friendship. It just happened to pass by here and heard of misfortune, so I came to worship."

Chu Xi slightly squinted her eyes. Xie Chongshan has been banned in the village for three years, but he has not been out of Guyang City for many years. Then he has a relationship with this Taoist...I am afraid it has been at least ten years. .

However, judging from the appearance of this person, it is nothing more than standing.

He pondered, his clear gaze fell on Xie Li, and he said: "The young owner lost his relatives when he was young, and he was half-life. He has a long life. However, he will win in danger and will do his own work in the future. Thank the owner for peace of mind in the spirit of heaven."

Xie Li was still kneeling in despair, not knowing if he heard it or not, Chu Xi smiled and said: "The Daoist is good at Buddhism?"

"Ranking in the mountains and wilds, I just know a little bit." Duan Qing glanced at him, "The son is frustrated, and great joy and compassion are the most hurtful. Please be relieved, otherwise it will not only disadvantage you, but also fear that others will be affected. It may not be a good thing to be self-willed at the time."

Chu Xiwei "cocked" her heart, her smile on her face did not change, and the hands in her sleeves slowly tightened.

The atmosphere in the courtyard was a little condensed for a while, until Duan Qing shook his head: "It is a poor way to talk shallow and deep."

"Thank you for your message. I want to make a mistake in the next moment and make amends to the chief." Chu Xiwei apologized, and said: "It's just that I have a merciless request, and I hope the chief will give me advice."

Duan Qing shook his head: "Pan Dao's little trick is not enough to show off ugliness. The liar of a talent is also the instability of Guan Gongzi's body. This is the reminder, how can I enlighten him?"

Chu Xiwei lowered her eyes, just right to conceal the flashing light in her eyes: "If the leader is willing to respond, no matter whether it is right or wrong, you can respond to the next thing."

"Is the promise of the Hundred Ghost Sect Master now so easy to get?" Duan Qing looked at him, "It is a great promise, this sentence is easy to say, and sometimes it will pay a heavier price."

"The Taoist leader is indeed the governor." Chu Xiwei hooked her lips. "You are not a gentleman, but you must do what you say. I don't know what about Changyi?"

Duan Qing didn’t answer, Chu Xiwei acquiesced in him, saying: "I want to ask Dao Master to tell the fortune for a person, but I don’t have his birth date, and it’s inconvenient to tell his name. Can Dao Master have a way?" /

The average fortune teller will confuse his face when he hears this, and look at him clearly: "Then please write a word for the son."

Chu Xiwei paused and said: "Ye."

Thank you for a moment, and said: "I can't count it."

"Why?"

Duanqing swept away the dust, swept away the smoke and dust, and the tone was flat, "Yezhe, anti-ancient, it is for the old, presumably the son and this person are both indulging in the old things, it is rare to move forward, so hesitating is really wrong. Another one In other words, Ye Fei leaves fall, the former is unsteady, and the latter returns to the roots. It was a fate of life and death. Now it falls into the hands of the son. This person’s life is no longer his own, but is held in You, the son’s thoughts control his fate, but what the poor Tao says doesn’t count."

Chu Xiwei was silent, after a long while, he said: "The master of the Taoist has a wonderful plan."

Tuan Qingdao: "Otherwise, the poor way can only be judged by people and presumptuously guessed. Now that the transaction has been completed, please also ask the son to do the poor way."

Chu Xiwei nodded in response, and said clearly: "My son, please put Li Feng on the poor."

Chu Xiwei's eyes narrowed: "These wicked people are not worthy of dirty hands."

Duanqing is noncommittal: "The son is going to ruin the promise?"

"I said that I must do what I said, so naturally I won't miss the appointment." Chu Xi smiled and winked at Erniang, who knowingly left, "It's just a matter of confronting Li Feng with Dao Master. Passing the minions of the Soul Burial Palace, the long and square body, I am afraid that unnecessary trouble will be caused."

"Poor Dao knows himself."

That said, Chu Xiwei stopped talking, saying: "My subordinates are bringing Li Feng to the Xicheng Gate, and they are also preparing for a long drive away, please."

"Thank you." Duan Qing stepped forward and suddenly took a meal. He took off the silver pot from his waist and handed it to Chu Xiwei. "The son is convenient, and I don't have any long objects, so he gave this wine as a gift. On different days of the month, the mountains and rivers meet, goodbye."

The frost-like figure disappeared in front of her eyes. Chu Xiwei held the silver pot and looked at Xie Li, who was no longer crying and was finishing the coffin. After thinking about it, she still didn't say anything and was about to go back.

Instead, Xie Li stopped him. The young boy cried hoarsely, and his voice sounded a little more mature: "Master Chu, Broken Water Knife... here you are."

He untied from behind the treasure knife that had carried the long-term foundation of Broken Water Villa, held it in both hands, and carefully handed it to Chu Xiwei.

Chu Xiwei didn't answer, just watched his dark hair top: "Just give it to me, will you be willing?"

"Father said it to you, then I will give it to you." Xie Li raised his head, "I said I would take it back, and I will definitely take it back in the future."

"Oh, I'm waiting." Chu Xi smiled, and reached out and picked up the water-breaking knife, just like picking up a small iron.

Xie Li watched him leave, then looked back at the coffin and the ruins all over the floor, a ray of light flowed out of the sky, lengthening his little shadow.

Like a child, grown into an adult at this moment.

Time flicks, passing years.