Sealing Sword Chapter 44: Yeyu

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The hustle and bustle has finally settled, and I have turned around day and night, and my head is like a wash of ink.

The entire underground palace has been closed again, with guards lurking underneath. Xiao Yangu leaned against a big tree outside the secret road, looked at the dark sky, the blood in her chest was still rolling, she couldn't help vomiting blood. The internal organs seemed to be thrown into the boiling water pot, not only unbearable, but also constantly deteriorating.

A subordinate bowed his head and said: "Hall, the dark guest has come out, and all the levels within fifty miles of the circle have been activated!"

"I want none of them to run away." There was a sharp look in his eyes, and Xiao Yangu wiped the blood from her lips, "Have you found the trace of the palace lord?"

The subordinate said: "The palace lord chased the person who injured you and went away, and has not yet returned."

Xiao Yangu motioned him to step down, pressing her abdomen with her palm, her face sinking like water.

Last night, she could have won Lu Mingyuan and Qin Lanchang, but she didn't expect to kill Cheng Yaojin halfway. Just a face-to-face, she smashed her three consecutive sleeve arrows with her palm strength, and even more She put a handful of "lingering" and hit her with a punch. If the palace owner hadn't taken part of her strength, she would have destroyed her dantian.

Xiao Yangu stood unmoving in the wind and dew. As the lord of the hall, she couldn't show weakness in front of her subordinates. However, the domineering internal force was still raging in her body, and she was sweating profusely, almost unable to stand up. Up.

Fortunately, the person she had been waiting for, finally came back.

The white-clothed and silver-faced man walked in the woods under the bleak moonlight. He took a kerchief and carefully wiped the blood on his hands. It seemed that he was walking awkwardly, but in the blink of an eye he moved from far to near, Xiao Yangu just blinked When he lowered his eyes, he was already standing in front of him.

"Palace Master!" Xiao Yangu knelt on one knee, and her haughty head bowed respectfully at this moment, her gaze could only look at a pair of moire satin boots under her white clothes.

The tiptoes lifted her chin, and the man raised her face, warmly said: "Your eyes are pretty pretty."

A drop of blood that Xiao Yangu hadn't wiped clean was rubbed on the upper, as if a red flower was blooming in the snow. She was shocked, but she dared not move.

"It's a pity that you have no eyes." The man retracted his feet and looked at her condescendingly, as if he was looking at a dog who was not good at housekeeping, "If you stay in a high position for too long, your eyes will be higher than the top and you will not see what lies beneath. Is there a hidden danger?"

Xiao Yangu didn't move, the cold sweat on her back had soaked her clothes, and said: "It's the fault of her subordinates. She despised the junior. Now she has sent someone to chase after her. Please give her subordinates a chance to make up for it." /

The man squatted down and stretched out his hand toward Xiao Yangu’s face. Then he could see that he was wearing a mithril finger cot on both the index and middle fingers of his right hand. The tip of a hook hovered over Xiao. Yan Bone corners of her eyes, as if she would goug her eyes at any time.

Xiao Yan's pupils tightened, she gritted her teeth and dare not say a word. Fortunately, the cold hand slowly moved away. The finger cot seemed to be scratched inadvertently at the corner of her eye, dragging a shallow blood mark. .

She heard the man sighing: "My patience is running out."

The heart in her throat trembled, but she did not dare to fall back into her chest cavity. Xiao Yangu stood up, but still did not look up. After hesitating for a moment, she asked: "Palace lord, the one who trespassed in the underground palace ……"

"He's not dead." The man is still wiping his hands, with blood stains on the veil, but his voice is very cheerful, "I haven't met such a capable offspring in a long time."

Xiao Yangu was startled. She thought that the palace owner would be able to kill that person, but she didn't expect that there would be a way to survive?

She hesitated for a moment, and said: "Subordinates dare to ask who that person is? Pay more attention to him in the future, so as not to make him worse off."

"The current master of Baiguimen is a junior with an unknown surname. He has a hard temper and a hard martial arts." After wiping the last finger, the man released the handkerchief and let it fall to the ground. "But in this world, Huiji always hurts, just after... easy to break."

"The Hundred Ghosts have not been against us for a day or two. Why doesn't the palace lord..." Before she finished speaking, Xiao Yangu saw the white-clothed man approaching her head, her deep eyes cast through the holes in the mask. Coming over, she fought a cold war and didn't dare to talk anymore.

"It is said that the well water does not offend the river water and walks on the road of the world, so why bother with the dead ghost?" The white-clothed man smiled softly, "What's more, do you know how to break two people by the death of one person?"

Xiao Yangu shook her head.

The tone of the person in white is more cheerful: "Emotions."

Love does not know where it arises, and it continues to deepen. The living can die, and the death can live. (Note: From "The Peony Pavilion" by Tang Xianzu)

"I killed him today to let him die for the person he likes, without regrets, but why should I fulfill him?" The man in white looked up to the sky, "The hardest thing on earth is to ask for it. , The most difficult thing to give up is reluctance, they...none of them have reached the most suitable time to die."

Fear is like a poisonous snake rushing into her back and twisting her back. Xiao Yangu felt cold all over her body, and she barely kept her voice as usual: "Then, the palace lord means..."

"Check their whereabouts, and then disclose the news, but no unauthorized actions are allowed."

Xiao Yangu was unsure of what he meant, but did not dare to question, and respectfully said: "Yes."

"Dark clouds cover the moon, the wind is blowing on the ground, it's going to rain..." The white-clothed man retracted his gaze, walked towards the underground palace, stepped on the **** handkerchief on the ground, like trampling on a fresh life.

Until his figure disappeared completely, Xiao Yangu knelt down and picked up the handkerchief, only to see a few mottled blood on the plain white veil, which was shocking.

She recalled the pale bones of the palace lord's hand. The blood was wiped off from above, which means that the five fingers had penetrated the skin and pierced deeply into the flesh and blood.

As soon as I thought of this, Xiao Yangu felt a sharp chill, and the veil in her hand fell back to the ground, quickly stained with a drop of transparent water.

It's raining.

The rain came quickly, and the momentum was getting bigger and bigger, and it hurt people.

Ye Fusheng hired a carriage, but they were blocked by the heavy rain not far from the city. It was not unlucky.

In the heavy rain, Ye Fusheng wondered how to find a place to take shelter. Unfortunately, he saw Tiangong tears in the rain. Fortunately, Ruan Feiyu in the car spoke at the right time: "This place is not far to the west. , There is a broken house for temporary shelter."

This old guy has lived in General Town for more than half a year. Although he doesn't go out very much, he knows the surrounding area like a landlord, and has a clear understanding of the surrounding mountains and roads. Upon hearing this, Ye Fusheng immediately turned his horse's head and drove over. After about a quarter of an hour, he saw the broken house standing still in the wind and rain.

The house was probably a temporary residence for hunters. It occupies a small area, but it can keep out some wind and rain. Ruan Feiyu and Qin Lanchang led Lu Mingyuan into the house first. Ye Fusheng tied the carriage under the eaves. To be cautious, he walked around the hut with the umbrella top in the wind and rain before entering the house.

Qin Lanshang had collected a pile of firewood from the house, lit it with flint, and sat by the fire to warm himself up, and when he saw him coming in, she pulled him and sat down. Lu Mingyuan was placed on the hay-paved door and slept ignorantly. Ruan Feiyu sat beside him guarding him, like a stone statue that has lasted for years when he is silent.

The rain seems to be going all night, and no one in the broken house speaks. After all, Ruan Feiyu is old, and I don't know when he has slept against the wall. Ye Fusheng yawned, pulled out a small silver pot from his bag, took a sip of the peculiar Canglu, and his sleepy mind became clearer.

Rubbing the cold silver pot, feeling the aftertaste in his mouth, Ye Fusheng couldn't help but think of Duanqing and Chu Xiwei, both of whom are missing now. The former is still at ease, but the latter makes him worry about it. Can't let go of it.

Half of his life for thirty years, he fell from his mother's womb. He hasn't been so worried about it.

He sighed unconsciously. At this moment, a low voice sounded in his ears without warning: "I'm sorry."

Ye Fusheng tilted her head, and saw the little girl glance at the two ignorant masters and disciples over there, and then moved to her side, with fire reflected in her eyes, and whispered: "This time I am impulsive and impulsive. , Dragged down my uncle and you."

Raising his eyebrows, Ye Fusheng said, "Since I know it is reckless, why do I still do it?"

Qin Lanchang bit her lip, and her expression of fear and fear relaxed all the time, condensed into the helplessness and confusion that fit her age, and whispered: "It's just... I don't want to know anything. "

Ye Fusheng recalled that ingenious family letter. Because Ruan Feiyu was here, he didn't make the words too clear, and he replied: "Actually, I have been reckless, and I don't know the heights of the world than you."

Qin Lanshang thought that she would be reprimanded, but when he arrived, he was also impulsive, so he turned his head and saw Ye Fusheng picking up a piece of wood and planing it down the fire, and said faintly: "People will Encountered many things and made many choices, no one dared to say that he was correct in his life. I am like this, so are you, so instead of apologizing to me, it is better to think about how to change."

This person hadn’t been passing by like this since the first sight. Qin Lan Chang was stunned for a moment, and chewed these words back and forth twice in her stomach, her eyes fell on Ye Fusheng’s face and couldn’t move, she couldn’t help saying. : "You... speak like this, I'm not used to it."

Ye Fusheng sighed deeply, and said: "There is no way, I heard that silly girls who want to face and suffer all eat the idea of ​​understanding uncles."

Qin Lanshang: "..." Pooh!

The seriousness of that moment was indeed pretended, Qin Lanchang strangled the inconspicuous conjecture, and secretly said that she had been a nonsense before. Uncle, unless he was flooded with lard, otherwise Will be fancy such a skinless and faceless stuff.

However, this conversation made the distance between the two strangers closer. Qin Lanchang rubbed her hands, and listened to Ye Fusheng asking in a low voice: "After the matter is done, what are your plans?"

When he spoke, he glanced at Ruan Feiyu behind his eyes, and his left hand seemed to pass across his neck inadvertently. Qin Lanshang was taken aback and shook his head again and again, saying: "Dang, of course is going home."

Ye Fu's business pointed out: "Go back empty-handed?"

He said vaguely, but Qin Lanshang understood very well. She recalled the letter she had left when she left home, and whispered: "I've gotten into a big trouble, let alone bring it back."

When she came, she was full of enthusiasm, wishing to vowed to let Nanru I's famous name be turned into a picture cake in her own hands, but these days, no matter how hard her temper is, she has to learn.

Ye Fusheng: "Then you have tossed for so long, don't you regret it?"

"I always have to see with my own eyes what kind of person he is. I have seen it and I won't regret it." Qin Lanshang nodded, and quickly swept across Ruan Feiyu, muffled and said: "Even if he is really... …That’s also true. People who are cheap have a natural harvest."

Ye Fusheng: "..."

This girl is not very old, but she is very good at giving herself peace of mind. Ye Fusheng thought of Chu Xiwei, whose temper was getting more and more awkward, and couldn't help feeling a little envious. At this moment, Qin Lanshang asked him again: "Hey, what is the relationship between you and my uncle?"

The word "mentor and apprentice" changed in his mouth, but after all he didn't say it. Ye Fusheng was silent for a while and smiled: "Friend."

Qin Lanchang asked, "What kind of friend?"

"Fateful friend." Ye Fusheng pointed to himself, "This life belongs to him, but it is temporarily placed with me. He wants it and can take it anytime."

Qin Lanshang squinted her eyes: "Really just friends?"

"...Hmm."

Qin Lanchang lowered her head disappointedly: "Then you must stay away from my uncle in the future."

Ye Fusheng was a little funny: "Why?"

"Because my uncle has no friends, but he has a life-long relationship with you, I must really not want to lose your friend, but..." Qin Lanshang hesitated and said seriously, "He is a broken sleeve. And you are just his friend."

Ye Fusheng: "...Huh?"

When he heard the news at first, it felt as if thunder had exploded in his head, his whole body was numb, he didn't come up in a breath, and the silver pot in his hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound.