Sealing Sword Chapter 36: Knots

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When Chu Xiwei and Ye Fusheng left the courtyard, it was already dark.

There are no more living people left in the house, but Ye Fusheng is cold now, but it's about the same temperature as the dead.

He looked at Chu Xiwei, as if looking at someone he didn't know.

For nearly two hours of questioning, the man refused to eat or be tempted. In the face of Chu Xiwei's contemplation, he was able to gouge his eyes cruelly and refused to confide a word.

In the past ten years, Ye Fusheng has been walking around and glimpsing. He has seen a lot of criminal law secrets. He has also used a knife to inflict high punishment on criminals and thieves. From the beginning, he wished to vomit all his bile. Waiting for a bunch of rotten meat to eat is already commonplace.

But Chu Xiwei's method just now was not inferior to him.

Chu Xiwei broke the man’s legs and slowly smashed his hands and ten fingers with the force of his fingers. His internal force was domineering and cunning, and it could shatter human bones through flesh and blood, but there were no scars on the surface, just flesh and blood. Soft into a pool of mud.

From the fingers to the arm, the man was carrying it to death. He was also very patient in asking, over and over again, tirelessly, saying wrong or not answering, and crushed a piece of his bone, turning a person into a joint The puree of the leash meat.

Until he finally got the answer he wanted, he stepped on his spine and was relieved as he wished.

From beginning to end, Chu Xiwei didn't look at Ye Fusheng, and Ye Fusheng could not say a word.

He still remembers that cowardly and well-behaved child back then, a royal descendant who holds the power of life and death, not to mention killing palace people, he doesn’t even say heavy words on weekdays, most of the time it’s just He has a arrogant temper, but he is also very measured, and he never does torture.

Since the reunion, Chu Xiwei's performance in front of him has been the same as before. His arrogant temper is good, and the knife-mouthed tofu heart seems to have not changed, dispelling the deep shadow in Ye Fusheng's heart. Twisted strands, intertwined, entangled into insoluble knots.

Ye Fusheng has always deliberately kept himself from thinking about the problem, and finally plainly reveals to his eyes--how on earth did Chu Xiwei get here in the past ten years? In the end, how did he go from an innocent and innocent young man to the master of the sect of a hundred ghosts?

"How did I come here? Of course, I came alive day by day."

Ye Fusheng was startled, only to realize that he was thinking too much, so he unconsciously asked. Chu Xiwei, who had been walking two steps ahead of him, stopped and looked back at him quietly, chewing on the corners of his mouth. With a smile, like a debt collector, he said with sarcasm in coldness, "Every day, life is like a year, and I finally climbed to this position step by step."

He didn't say much, but Ye Fusheng was able to think of a lot based on these words.

The Hundred Ghosts have been handed down for nearly a hundred years, and the masters of the past generations have almost no good deaths. They either died from the grievances of the rivers and lakes, or died in the sect fighting, because it is not a family inherited by blood, nor is it a decent sect who pays attention to benevolence, justice, etiquette and wisdom. Every "ghost" inside wants to be in a high position, he has to crawl from the bottom of hell, step on the sword, the sea of ​​flames, and the flesh and blood until he climbs back to the world and steps on top of the ghosts.

He has also heard that each generation of the sect master of the Hundred Ghosts is not specifically designated. Anyone who can and interested can live there. Ten young sect masters are determined through brutal fights, and then the old sect master will arrange them. Ten of them competed to complete the task, and the final winner was the master, killing each other as if raising Gu.

Ye Fusheng wanted to say something, his mouth opened and closed, and in the end he only said an ugly sentence: "You... I remember, you couldn't even hold a larger knife at the beginning."

Chu Xiwei turned around. He was already a bit taller than Ye Fusheng, and when he approached, he felt oppressed, causing Ye Fusheng to step back unconsciously.

Seeing him retreating, Chu Xiwei's ridiculous smile disappeared, and the corners of her mouth slowly fell back, squeezing into a sharp line, and said: "Yes, disciples weren't good in those days. They can have today. Thanks."

This sentence is like a rusty knife, tearing apart the flesh and inserting it into the ribs, and piercing the beating heart. The rust tears the old wounds and mottles the new blood, leaving Ye floating up and down all over the body without pain.

For a long while, he twitched the corners of his mouth and said, "Thanks to my gift... Oh, I really... deserve it."

He is laughing, ridiculously uglier than ghosts. Chu Xiwei suppressed the tumbling emotions in her chest, staring at this instantly pale face and wanted to say something, but she didn't know what else she could say. She stretched out her hand to pull him, but suddenly remembered something and took out a handkerchief. Zi wiped his hands indiscriminately.

Chu Xiwei killed someone just now. Although he had never been bloodied, he always felt that his hands were dirty, and he couldn't touch others, let alone Ye Fusheng.

He was flustered, and the action of wiping his hands lost an inch, and almost broke his nails. Ye Fusheng was pulled back to his mind by his movement, and the smile on his face suddenly softened.

...This look of anger and depravity is the same as before, no, it's more awkward than it was before.

The conflict was put away by two people together, Ye Fusheng pulled the veil, wiped the sweat on his face carelessly, and smiled: "The finest silk, send me."

Chu Xiwei glanced at him, snorted, turned and left.

Ye Fusheng folded the silk paw into small squares, stuffed it into the skirt of his clothes, and quickly followed up, and asked: "What do you think of the situation now?"

"The Soul Burial Palace, I really don’t have to worry about too much debt. I can get in wherever I am. This time I'm still breaking ground on the court." Chu Xi said lightly, "Kill the shadow guard and pretend to be the emissary. Taking away Nanru, the court will never give up this time."

After hearing this, Ye Fusheng came back to his senses: "But right now, the court does not know that they did it, and we have no evidence."

"He said that a hundred ghosts broke into here two days ago. One was killed and the other girl ran away. It should be Lan Chang." Chu Xiwei thoughtfully, "With Lan Chang's temperament, it must not be She will give up, there is no one hundred ghosts around here, she should catch up by herself, and now almost all of them have something wrong."

"She is a little girl, she is not a threat, and she has a good identity. As long as the people in the Palace of Soul Burial are not stupid to the grandmother's house, they will not rush to kill her, but will get the benefits from the Hundred Ghosts first. After a pause, Ye Fusheng said again, "According to what has just been said, both Ruan Feiyu and Lu Mingyuan have been taken away. For the soul burial palace, Ruan Feiyu’s identity is sensitive and extremely important, but Lu Mingyuan is optional, and they stay. With this life, I must use Ruan Feiyu’s love as a threat to force him to agree to something, but it is only one thing that can make the most of Ruan Feiyu."

Chu Xi's eyebrows wink: "New Law."

The new law proposed by Ruan Feiyu mainly falls on taxation, imperial examination and hereditary. Among them, the imperial examination system has been implemented for ten years. Many officials in the DPRK and China have been replaced by poor backgrounds. Although they do not have considerable background, they have the support of the emperor. Complementing each other, there is a faint tendency to fight against the old faction, making the reform of the new law gradually heating up.

The old law treats the people’s farmland harshly, and the tax burden is extremely heavy, but it opens the door to officials’ fields. The hereditary system is a way for the old school to inherit interests. Even if the nobility is inherited, there are at least three generations of glory, but the new law will abolish hereditary inheritance. , Change the military merits to add officials, imperial examinations into official positions, those who have no merits will be demoted and demoted, and those who have done will be punished twice.

These three are all important to each other, and for many people, they are the most important thing to hurt.

"Ruan Feiyu has a long vision and high ambition, but he has blocked too many people's way. At this moment, we can't guess who is going to dig a hole for him." Ye Fusheng sighed. Tone, "What are your plans?"

Chu Xi sneered slightly: "The matter of the court has nothing to do with me. I just want to find Lan Chang back."

Ye Fusheng knew and said, "Unfortunately, that person was just an abandoned son who was left behind. He doesn't know where they are going. They will not bring the hot potato back to Mizongling, but this is the world. It’s big, but it’s too hard to find."

"It took only two days, and it was cumbersome. I didn't go far."

"They are taking the hostages. They should not take the streets and the roads related to the card. I think they are detouring from the mountains." Ye Fusheng thought for a while, "We might as well buy some water and food and ask the locals to find out about the nearby mountain roads. It’s good to catch up."

Chu Xi nodded slightly, but it was not early, and the few shops were closed one after another. Two people walked a long street from beginning to end, only to see an old man with a dying year at the intersection was closing the stall.

He sells some steamed buns and shoddy pastries, which are not very gratifying, so he didn't sell much in one day. He wrapped up the tattered jacket and tidied up tremblingly.

There is a table next to it with a plate of cold buns and a bowl of corn porridge half-drinked. At the table sits a man who looks about the same age as Ye Fusheng, and his ink hair is loose. He is tied behind his head, wearing a heavy purple robe, light belt and wide sleeves, quite like a celebrity, he is bowing his head to paint.

Chu Xiwei stared at the steamed buns and cakes, her brows twisted into a word "Chuan", obviously disgusted, but she didn't say the fault, picking up a pair of clean chopsticks and looking at the barely pleasing food. Ye Fusheng shook his head at this unrepentant arrogant temper, and simply looked at the man's painting.

At this sight, he couldn't look away.

There is a flower on the painting, bursting in full bloom, red as blood, but only half is a pity, it seems that the other part has been torn apart by the life of the flower.

But it is still a very beautiful flower, not too dense and gaudy, nor eclipsed by being broken, with the beauty of life-like passion.

However, such a vibrant safflower blossomed between the fingers of the withered bones.

The background of the whole painting is the battlefield at sunset, with broken walls, broken halberds and broken knives, with strong sadness and cruelty. However, on the scorched earth, there is a white bone sitting on the stone. Many parts of its body are scattered. The only intact right finger bone is sandwiched between this broken flower. The red and white contrasted with each other, which is very charming.

"He must be smiling when he died." Ye Fusheng said.

The man's paintbrush paused, and he looked over with interest. Ye Fusheng discovered that this man was very neat, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, just like the mask painted on it, light but thick, Ya Jisheng Demon.

He curled his lips and smiled softly: "Oh?"