Sealing Sword Chapter 108: Xuanxin

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Duan Qing came here only half a day earlier than Xuan Su.

On that day, he bid farewell to Ye Fusheng and his party. He wanted to retreat and adjust his internal interest, but he encountered Zhao Bingmo running into the mountain. With Duan Qing Daochang's simple and rude way, he wanted to win the victory and drive out of the mountain gate, but Zhao Bingmo said his intentions, and Duan Qing knew that he could not stand by.

The Soul Burial Palace controlled the Wuxiang Temple, using Zhao Qing as a bait, and using the martial arts conference as a trap to lure heroes from all over the world into the urn. This is a big deal, even if the Soul Burial Palace is exhausted, there must be even more powerful behind it. As support.

Zhao Bingmo told him that Li Wang Chuyuan was going to reverse.

For Duan Qing, the people and things in his mind are too simple, right and wrong are clear, no matter how many conflicts of interest beside him have nothing to do with him, if this is just a fight, he is I would rather sit on the road in the mountains than take care of it.

However, since ancient times, there has been no end of eggs under the cover of the nest-the war has started, and the people are suffering;

No matter how cold-hearted Duan Qing is, she still has a bottom line.

He can look down on love and hatred of life and death, but he can't regard human life as a waste.

Zhao Bingmo needs powerful allies to help her develop the layout. The so-called powerful can not only compete with the proud force of Helian Yu, but also the power that can compete with the Soul Burial Palace. The former can do it clearly, while the latter can do it. Have to find another person.

At the moment, all the big sects are like scattered sand, and they have their own martial arts conventions to fight for fame and fortune. Finding them is nothing more than a loss. After weighing it, Duan Qing handed over the affairs of the Supreme Palace to the senior sister, Duan Yi Shi Tai, who had been quietly cultivating all the year round, and then took Zhao Bingmo to Dong Ming Valley.

The rich heritage of Baiguimen is only the tip of the iceberg. Even if Duanqing and Shen are unreasonably intertwined, they don't have to worry about their sect private affairs. The only thing that can be determined is... now they can be buried. The single force that the Soul Palace faced was the only Hundred Ghosts.

When they were invited into the Ningmo Chamber and saw Shen Wudu and Chu Xiwei appear, Duan Qing knew that they would agree to it.

Because Shen Wuyou is half a step behind Chu Xiwei.

The elders are first, respected by both generations and status. When Shen Wuyou is willing to stand behind Chu Xiwei, it means that Baiguimen has truly begun to change the master.

Shen Wu Duan created the intelligence skynet, which is densely covered with a hundred ghost gates, allowing the lone ghosts and wild ghosts to live underground; Chu Xiwei will use thunder to cut the mess and bring a group of ghosts from **** back to the world.

Duanqing looked at Chu Xiwei, and the string that had been breaking in her heart slowly loosened.

Zhao Bingmo confessed the situation, and Chu Xiwei took the opportunity to lay out, and from the beginning to the terminal Qingdu and Shen Wuchuan watched silently until they negotiated matters and reached a cooperation.

Shen Wuyuan asked him softly: "Have you finally decided?"

Duan Qing removed the tea lid and drank a sip of hot tea with no color on the surface, as if just a sip of tasteless cold water.

He put down the tea cup and said to Shen for no reason: "Enough."

What else did Shen Wu Duan say later? Duan Qing can't remember clearly. When he gets older, he will easily forget many things, including many things he has done and many people he has met. Today, the vicissitudes of life and the waste of people. What I remember is nothing but three or two shadows in my heart, and the scenery in front of me is just like that.

Chu Xiwei wants to mobilize the deployment of Baiguimen, and it takes two more days. Zhao Bingmo received the Helian imperial transfer order and couldn't wait any longer, so Duan Qing went to ask Chan Mountain with her first.

All the way through the stars and the moon, the horse gallops, and in a trance, he is frivolous and happy when he is young. It is a pity that he is not a picturesque young boy with ink and ink on his horse.

Until this morning, when they arrived at Wenchan Mountain, Zhao Bingmo led Xueyao away, and Duanqing took advantage of the gap to enter Du'e Cave.

Actually, he was not here for the first time. When he was young, he also came here with his seniors to discuss things with Sekong, but now Duanya has turned away, and Sekong is also very old.

The moment Duan Qing entered the secret room, he saw these crazy people and Sekong playing cross-legged in the cave.

He saw the crazy and numb appearance of these people, and his heart, which was as quiet as still water, was like hitting a sharp stone, piercing the still water fiercely, rooting in the river bed, like a throat.

Duan Qing has seen such a situation. To be precise, 13 years ago, he carried Gu Qifang on the way he left Mizongling. It is not uncommon to see such a crazy and **** scene.

This is the animal of a madman who was drugged by the burial palace.

The anger flashed across his chest, just for a moment.

He no longer has the right to joy and anger, and no matter how much righteous anger and grief are, it is fleeting and disappears soon.

The finger put the jade flute on, and before Duanqing started his hand, he heard Sekong say: "It's Duanqing Daochang."

Duan Qing turned over to the cave, sat down cross-legged beside Sekong, and said: "Their hearts are dead, and they are walking dead alive, why not let them be free?"

Sekong shook his head: "The body is not dead, the spirit is immortal, why can't the heart live?"

Duan Qing looked down and saw that Sekong was still plucking the strings, and the calluses on his fingertips had been cut open, revealing fine bloodstains. I don't know how long he has been playing.

However, as the music of "Wen Shui" continued, the mad man slowly calmed down, standing and sitting stupidly, his body twitching a few times from time to time, and his eyes flashed with struggle.

"The amount of drugs in them is not large, but the effects are so rapid that they are not beyond cure." Sekong spoke softly, his tone difficult to conceal his fatigue, "I attach my internal strength to the music. "Wen Shui" to soothe their minds and reduce the influence of drugs on them."

Duan Qing's eyes swept away, and after carefully observing the situation of these people, it was really different than what I saw in Mizongling back then. There is still a line of clarity.

People who have taken the mad medicine will attack others and kill each other. Because of the blood riot, tapping on acupuncture points can no longer stop them. Under normal circumstances, only killing can stop them.

This time, because of the reduction in the amount of medicine, there is still a rescue.

He looked at Sekong, the old monk's eyes were already blind, his eyelids collapsed, he looked a little horrible, and because of the urging of internal forces these few days, he became more and more distracted.

"The Buddhists are compassionate, so they deliberately reduced the amount of medicine to give these people a ray of life, so that you can be trapped here willingly and waste your internal strength, even if it is difficult to break through." Duan Qing lowered his eyelids. , "Copper pouring iron pillars are not like drawing the ground as a prison, but the person who calculates you understands you."

Sekong said: "It's not our generation to see death and not save, and if you don't get through it, it is not our generation."

"You have the heart to cross the emperor, but Wuxiang Temple has become a place of tribulation. After you have saved more than forty people, you have to give up thousands of people in the temple?" Duan Qing said without ups and downs. It seems to be just a plain narrative, but it is the most thrilling.

"To give up the small for the big, take the more and discard the less, this is indeed the overall view since ancient times, but..." Sekong whispered, "The mountain is overwhelming, and things are coming, who is really willing to be the one abandoned ?"

Pause for a moment, Sekong continued: "Since the founding of the country, the Wuxiang Temple has grown bigger and bigger. Nowadays, the monks have been more insincere, indulging in the world, not reconciled to the Buddhist scriptures. Knowing that wine, color, wealth and qi are poisonous. This catastrophe may not be a matter of experience, and Nirvana can only be achieved through fire."

Duan Qingdao: "What if you fail to Nirvana, but turn into ashes?"

Sekong shook his head and read the Buddha's name, and said: "The success or failure of Kurong has its own definite number. Treat it with a normal heart and conform to the will of God."

Duan Qing is silent.

He didn't speak, but Sekong sighed: "Forget about feelings, I thought you had seen it through."

Duan Qing shook his head: "I just watched enough."

He fell silent. Fortunately, the cave was not small, barely enough for him to live in. He closed his eyes and calmly adjusted his breath in the gentle melody of "Wen Shui" until the stone gate opened again and Xuan Su broke in.

Human Sacrifice woke up from the confusion, frantically attacked the intruder, opened his eyes clear, and watched Xuan Su's every behavior and expression change.

Not seen in just a few days, Xuan Su has grown a lot more than when he was on the mountain, and his movements are more flexible, his eyes firmed up, and although his reaction to the battle is still a bit helpless, he can show more on the premise of sticking to his heart. Machine change.

Duanqing was a little relieved, but he knew that he couldn't delay it any more.

The jade flute was lifted to the lips, gathered internal force to blow out a thunderous sound, inserted into the music of the piano when it was not allowed to happen, to destroy the mind and shock the soul.

The sound of Xiao Xiao condensed half of his internal strength, forcibly triggered the resonance of the blood in these people, and couldn't get up for a while.

Xuan Su was taken aback.

He never thought Duan Qing would appear here. He was full of words stuck in his throat, and he didn't hold a word, but Duan Qing didn't have the time to talk nonsense with him. In a few words, he asked about the current situation of Wuxiang Temple. , We must drive him away.

Xuan Su grabbed Tong Xiao and shook his head into a rattle rare: "Uncle Master, Master, this place is dangerous not to stay for long, while Bu Xueyao has not returned, let's go quickly."

Duan Qing said: "It won't help you stay here, let's go."

"But..."

Duan Qing's eyebrows are light: "Dang Duan is constantly reacting to the chaos. Instead of delaying time here, it is better to return to Wuxiang Temple to watch the situation and adapt to the situation."

Sekong also smiled slightly: "Saving people to the end, there is no reason to give up halfway? Xuan Su, let's go, so you can take care of yourself."

Xuan Su wanted to say it again, his eyes fell on the animal who was lying on the ground by the sound of Xiao Yin, but swallowed again.

He was already sweating in his hand holding Tong Xiao, and he saw that someone below was already slowing down, knowing that he couldn't drag it anymore.

I only hate what I think, but I can't help it.

Xuan Su's throat choked, but he just bowed, gritted his teeth and turned over and fell, stepped through the mess on the ground, pushed open the stone gate and walked out.

Until Shimen closed again, Sekong smiled and said, "Compared to Duan Yadao, you are quite harsh on him."

"When the brother was there, he was still young; to this day, he is old." Duan Qing said indifferently, "A person cannot be like a dynasty for a hundred days, only growth can be long."

When Sekong heard the words, his palm pressed on the strings, "You will not accept your fate."

Duan Qing slowly raised the corners of her mouth.

Since he entered the situation of forgetfulness, the corners of his eyebrows and eyes have not been touched by his emotions, anger, sorrow, and his smile, and now the corners of his lips will inevitably appear stiff.

However, it seemed like a crack was slowly opened by the Qianzhang Bingfeng, and cold water poured down from it, slowly warming up in the wind.

"There is nothing set in stone in the world, so I wait for the practitioners to die after hearing about Taoxi. But..." Duan Qing raised his eyes, "Life is in heaven and earth, just like ants are in mountains and seas, all are small, just because The heart is attached, and the old force is endless."

What is the fate of a few days, just ask yourself.

"You have a sense of measure, that would be the best." Sekong breathed a long sigh of relief. Since Duanqing entered this place, he involuntarily tightened his heartstrings, and now the dust has finally settled.

Duan Qing suddenly asked: "I didn't speak before, how did you know it was me who came in?"

Sekong's fingers rubbed the body of the piano, and he smiled and said, "But after hearing the clouds and the storm, no one in the world knows you (Note)?"

Before the voice fell, with a "click", Xuanxinqin actually separated a layer from below.

This piano is thick, wide and long compared to the ordinary one. Now that it was pressed, it was discovered that the base was added with another layer after subsequent processing. The inside was hollowed out and a sword was hidden.

The three-foot long sword is wrapped up in layers of cloth filled with scriptures, and it is not visible.

Sekong put down Xuanxinqin, picked up this layer of piano case, and pushed in the direction of Duanqing.

His voice was still very light, but he smiled with relief: "Duan Ya Daochang's deathbed entrusted me, I hope I can continue to cleanse the fierceness of the sword with "Wen Shui" for him, and I can finally return to the original today. Lord."