Sealing Sword Chapter 95: Hidden worries

lnmao.org, the fastest update to the latest chapters of the sealing knife!

Xuan Sulue knew the art of ambiguity, so he took over the innocent and affected woman and began to heal. Ye Fusheng held Xie Li in one hand and the little girl in the other, feeling deeply that he was more and more like an old mother.

When something like this happened, no one thought about drinking tea and chatting again. Several disciples from the Heavenly Sword Sect helped Xuan Su carry the wounded to the hospital, and the rest talked with Ye Fusheng.

Ye Fusheng is accustomed to talking without a trace in the gag, and he quickly became acquainted with these people. From the conversation, he learned that they met Shicai of the Sihai Gang on a narrow road. It was only a quarrel, but the other party hurt them. The younger brother who came forward to theorize, only then did not move his hands for a while, but did not expect that the injured "comrade" would have been impersonated at some point, which is really frightening.

They were angry, Ye Fusheng listened very much on the surface, but thought about it in his heart.

The person posing as a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect clearly deliberately provoked a conflict between the two sides, and there are two other accomplices who have mixed into the crowd. If the appropriate talent is not broken by him, I am afraid that the two will take advantage of the chaos to kill and then blame the two. Fang, asked the Heavenly Sword Gate and the Sihai Gang to forge a real feud.

From the well-made human skin masks to the well-trained skills of these three people, they look nothing like the ordinary Xiaoxiao Xiaoxiao who has nothing to look for. It is a pity that one ran, Xuan Su killed one, and Ye The man who had broken his arm also bit the poison pill and committed suicide, but he didn't keep alive.

There are too few clues at the moment, and Ye Fusheng can’t sort out more information. He just feels abnormal about the upcoming martial arts convention. He wonders when he will go back and talk to Duanheng. Although the little old man doesn’t wait to see him, okay. Treat all business equally.

Galan City is close to Wenchan Mountain. There are many martial arts people who come and go on weekdays. The doctor is quite familiar with these injuries, but this woman is weak and injured her lungs by a heavy blow. It is very likely that the root of the disease will fall.

Song Ling, the senior disciple of Tianjianmen, was ashamed and sighed. After all, it was their affairs that affected innocent passers-by, but it was a foregone conclusion, so they had to leave enough money to express their apologies, so that the injured could continue to see the doctor.

They rushed to inquire about Zen Mountain, but didn't stay much, and left the hospital quite embarrassedly. The little girl in Ye Fusheng's arms was still sobbing, and he couldn't help but worry.

Xie Li tugged at the corner of his clothes. After Ye Fusheng put down the little girl, he carefully wiped her tears with the veil, and took out the sweet-scented osmanthus syrup to coax her.

Ye Fusheng still remembers that a month ago, the young owner of Broken Water Villa was still a stubborn little stupid boy, and now he has begun to soften his mind, trying to learn to be cautious and meticulous.

The doctor rescued Xuan Su and it was too difficult for an outsider to stay inside, so he opened the curtain and walked out. He deliberately wiped away the blood stained on his hands and couldn't help laughing when Xie Li was comforting the little girl.

Ye Fusheng gave the silver coin and asked a buddy who was familiar with the people in the city to inform the mother and daughter's family. He turned around and asked, "How is it?"

"There is no worry about life, the internal force that hit her has also been removed by me. It will be good for two or three years, and it should be able to recover." Xuan Su raised his hand to wipe off the sweat on her forehead, which clearly had nothing to do with him. Things, but I did my best to this, until now is relieved.

Suitable Ye Fusheng made the move, firstly to prevent the conflict from escalating and making the interested people wishful, and secondly, he also thought that the Supreme Palace had not been in the world for a long time, and Xuan Su lacked the experience of the world, so he should not attract attention too early.

As a result, I didn't expect to see the Young Palace Master, who was so gentle and temperless, that he would not leave a way for him to survive.

With several thoughts in his heart, when Xie Li finally coaxed the little girl into a smile, Ye Fusheng took him and Xuan Su out.

Walking out of the hospital, Xie Licai said: "Second uncle once said,'It is something that the incompetent can do to kill a pond fish.' But why do these disasters always involve the innocent? Is it that the martial arts is so big, just a capable person Are there none?"

Xie Li was a bit precocious at first, but he has undergone a huge change, which is comparable to that of ordinary children. Although Ye Fusheng always treats him as a close younger generation to take care of, but he doesn't make any pretensions, so he is willing to listen to his views.

After hearing this, Ye Fusheng said: "There are many people who have the ability, but not many who are willing to protect the innocent, because'people don't kill themselves for their own sake.' If someone wants to use their own power to clear the sky and clear the sky, generally In this case, there are only two ends."

The person asking is Xuan Su: "Which two kinds?"

Ye Fusheng closed his eyes and said, "Either he will be worn down by the world and his enthusiasm will live up to his original aspirations, or he will be used by calculations and his brains will be wiped out."

The atmosphere condensed for a while, Xie Li was startled by his words and walked for a short distance before asking: "What about unusual circumstances?"

Ye Fusheng smiled: "Unusually, he has changed himself from a flat-leaf boat with the waves to the helmsman, so that he can take the swaying people and ride the wind and waves to the shore."

Xie Li was startled: "This way...can it be done by one person?"

"Of course not. There is no road in the world that can go to the top by himself." After a pause, Xuan Su looked at Ye Fusheng, and heard Xiange's taste, "Are you not optimistic about this choice of the martial arts leader? "

They walked in a small alley. Ye Fusheng was always paying attention to his surroundings. Naturally, he was not afraid of the ears on the wall. The corner of his mouth curled up: "I was provoked by someone who wanted to take advantage of the trend and selected from a bunch of fame and fortune. , But what good can be selected in this case?"

As the saying goes, "Practicing martial arts before practising qi", those who have no grandeur, are narrow-minded at the end. If such a person is mediocre, it would be better. Once the martial arts master is in the top position, I am afraid that it will cause more trouble.

"Wuxiang Temple has been famous for a long time, and it is also a monk. This time I have already said that it is only a preparatory, and it is intended to pave a step for the martial arts heroes. There is no desire to fight for power. Participate in the convention." Xuan Su thought for a moment, "but from your tone, it seems that this martial arts convention is like a conspiracy."

Ye Fusheng said: "The initiator may not be the person who set up the board. There are details behind that have to wait for us to verify, but we must be prepared."

Xuan Su nodded seriously, taking his reminder in mind.

The three of them walked together and talked. They returned to the inn at night. They had planned to go directly to the room without disturbing others, but they didn't expect to see an uninvited guest occupying the magpie's nest as soon as they opened the door.

The old man with horizontal eyebrows and vertical eyes sat at the table, a pot of hot tea was cold, it seemed that he had waited a long time. Seeing them come back, Duan Heng didn't rush to speak either, just snorted from his nose.

If Ye Fusheng had some doubts before, now that he heard the gossip, he didn't mind his bad attitude at all. Knowing that he was unwelcome, he would simply poke behind Xuan Su.

As a result, when he backed away like this, Duan Heng said, "What do you do when you stand so far? Will a dignified man hide behind others?"

Ye Fusheng: "..."

Although he felt that the master was not authentic back then, and he wanted to let the other party calm down, but this old man really made him uninterested in respecting the elderly.

Ye Fusheng didn't know, Duanheng looked at him more often than not. Obviously Duanqing had already said that this was his and Gu Qifang’s apprentice, but no matter how he looked at it, Ye Fusheng looked very much like Gu Qifang. It was not a clue to his facial features, but a temperament that was not stingy and fearless. Ten percent.

He decided not to see and not to be upset, don't open his face to look at Xuan Su, and asked: "Where have you been?"

Xuan Su explained the itinerary, and emphasized the fact that someone had provoke the Tianjianmen and the Four Seas Gang. Duan Heng's expression became solemn after listening.

Ye Fusheng asked: "Uncle Master is looking for us, how can I advise you?"

Duan Heng raised his eyes and scanned their three faces one by one: "I checked the invitation and found a problem."

Xuan Su and Ye Fusheng were startled. They had all seen the invitation, but they didn't notice anything wrong.

Duanheng took out the invitation card from his arms, took out another letter, and pushed it over.

The letter has been around for some years, the paper has been yellowed, but it is still well preserved. After comparing Ye Fusheng and Xuan Su carefully, they found that the handwriting of the invitation and letter should be made by one person.

However, the inscription on the invitation was the Abbot Sejian, but the person who wrote the letter was Zen Master Sekong, "West Buddha".

The Zen Master Sekong has not been involved in dust for a long time, and there are not many people who have interacted with him in the arena, and there are very few people who preserve his writing. This letter is after his death in Duanya Daochang five years ago. The eulogy written.

Did Abbot Sejian imitated the handwriting of Zen Master Sekong, or did Zen Master Sekong borrow the name of the abbot to invite Taishanggong to the meeting?

No matter what kind of possibility, there are strange things.

Duan Heng asked: "What do you think?"

Xuan Su carefully compared the handwriting again, and said: "If it is an imitation pen, it has reached the realm of fake and real. It has not been so hard for a few years. I am afraid that people who are not close can do it."

Abbot Sejian and Zen Master Sekong were both monks at a young age, and they were brothers of the same discipline. They were like brothers. If abbot Sejian had to imitate Zen Master Sekong's handwriting, it would indeed be easy.

Duan Heng looked at Ye Fusheng: "How about you?"

Ye Fusheng squinted his eyes: "I have two ideas. The first is to merge the two possibilities just now. That is... Abbot Sejian imitated the handwriting of Zen Master Sekong, please attend the meeting."

Xuan Su didn't turn the corner a bit: "What's the point of this?"

Ye Fusheng dropped his finger on the invitation card, his eyes sinking slightly: "If this is the case, then the abbot Sejian is telling us in this way...Be careful of people who pretend to be secretly acting in name."

As soon as he said, the three of Duanheng thought of the Tianjianmen and the Sihaigang at the same time, and they were shocked!

Xie Li stumbled and asked: "But he is the abbot, and Wuxiang Temple is under his control. Why don't you tell us clearly?"

Duan Heng's face is full of ice: "Let the Abbot Sejian be careful so far, it is likely that something has gone wrong in the Wuxiang Temple, he is already overwhelmed by himself, and..."

The corners of Ye Fusheng’s mouth raised up, smiling but coldly: "At least one of the two people who came to give the invitation is not credible."

Xie Li suddenly felt cold behind his back.

After weighing it over for a moment, he said: "Don't throw the grass and startle the snake, wait and see the changes, first go to the Wuxiang Temple and talk about it."

"It's true that you can't fight the grass and startle the snake, but you must guard against it." Ye Fusheng said, "This martial arts conference invites all the heroes, and all the martial arts have sent masters to participate. The mountain gate must be empty... if I were behind the scenes. People, must take this opportunity to set up an ambush in Wenchan Mountain first, and then cut off the back road, two-pronged approach, to catch it all at once."

Xuan Su was frightened and furious: "Who dares to be so bold? Who has such a big deal with martial arts as an enemy?"

He was a little excited by what he said, but he was not refuting Ye Fusheng, but after this speculation, he realized that the conspiracy behind it was too possible.

After this, no one spoke.

Duan Heng left the room with a heavy face, Xie Li also fell asleep nervously, Xuan Su meditated on the couch cross-legged and practiced, Ye Fusheng drank three cups of cold tea, after all, he could not sit still.

He didn't bother Xuan Su, nor did he wake up Xie Li, opened the window and turned over, flying away under the cover of the shadow of the tree.