Sealing Sword Chapter 113: Ask guilt

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The cold fingers have been pressed **** the eyelids, Xuan Su has felt a slight pain from his eyes, but before the **** dug out his eyeballs, there was a warm blood spray. Splashed on the face.

The smell rushed over, and the blood almost penetrated from the pores into the flesh and bone marrow, as if countless scarlet bugs crawled on the body, gnawing frantically. Xuan Su's face turned pale, and a shudder rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, his scalp was numb, and his hands and feet were shaking.

Xuan Su staggered back two steps, and recovered half of his life from Guimen Pass. His eyes were still aching. He shook his head, and the Wuwei sword in his hand almost stabbed out, but Zhao Qing had fallen.

Two "plops" sounded one after another, one heavy and one light. Zhao Qing's body fell to the ground, but his head rolled to Xuan Su's feet, dragging crooked bloodstains, and he was frightened no matter what.

Ye Fusheng didn’t know when he was here, and at the moment of his attack, he seized the gap and shot the stunned knife silently into the battle, cutting the skin and flesh, breaking the bones, and leaving no vitality. In the blink of an eye, blood was splashed. Front.

Quick shots, sharp cuts, and precise timing, these three are indispensable, which are rare in Xuan Su's life.

Xuan Su stunned and looked down at Zhao Qing's unsatisfactory eyes. Then he raised his head to look at Ye Fusheng. The opponent's face was pale and his lips were turning blue. After this move, he stretched out his hand to support the fence to support his body, almost Kneeled down with a soft leg.

Only the hand holding the knife is as steady as a rock, motionless.

He is like an umbrella with the bamboo bones removed, only a layer of soft oily paper is left, still unwilling to block the wind and rain.

Ye Fusheng finally took a breath and shook his head. When Xuan Su looked over, he pulled the corner of his mouth: "Are you scared?"

Xuan Sumu said with a face: "Yes, I'm so scared to be poor."

Ye Fusheng choked and laughed. Xuan Su forced himself not to look at the corpse and blood on the ground, and walked over to give him a hand, and asked: "Why are you here?"

"There is such a disturbance in the temple, if I still can't wake up, I'm afraid I will have to sleep." Ye Fusheng took a knife on his sleeve and put the knife in its sheath. "When I woke up, I only saw Miss Xue who was about to go out. He and Ali, knowing your whereabouts from their mouths, they followed, just in time to catch up with a pair of tricks to save you."

He had a toxic attack on his body, but he was forced down by internal force. It was hard to come here. Not to mention the situation in Tallinn is unknown. Ye Fusheng was prepared to chase after the loss, but unexpectedly, he saw the flames first, and listened to the sound of silence. It can be regarded as finding a place.

Speaking of this, Ye Fusheng lowered his head to look at the person whose head was severed by himself. Shih just hurriedly glanced at him, only knowing that this person is strong in martial arts and weighs lightly. If he hadn't been unconscious and clinging to Xuan Su, he might not have taken the opportunity. It's because of the approach that he dare not keep his hands.

He frowned, his eyes rolled around his head and body, and he had guessed: "Zhao Qing?"

Xuan Su said with an "um": "When I came, I found someone trying to save Zhao Qing from the chaos, but he was mad and didn't recognize anyone, so he delayed the opportunity and asked me to stop him."

Ye Fusheng squinted his eyes: "Then why are you so dumb?"

The timing of his coming up happened to coincide with Zhao Qing's grip on Xuan Su's sword. The latter had a chance to withdraw his hand and retreat, but he stayed in place. Ye Fusheng had no choice but to kill him.

Hearing this, Xuan Su's expression changed, and he wanted to speak again, but before he could say anything, a bell suddenly rang from below, which spread far away in the night.

There is a large bronze bell hanging on the first floor of each Buddha Pagoda as a warning. People who practice martial arts gather their strength to strike, and the sound can be heard three or five miles in an instant. The monks in the temple are ordinary Even if I didn't fall asleep, I could hear the voice here.

There are still people in this tower.

Xuan Su came in a hurry, Ye Fusheng chased it even more eagerly. Both of them climbed the tower and didn't take time to climb up the tower. I thought that there was an outsider robbing prisoners, and I was afraid that there would be no life in the tower, but unexpectedly there were still people alive and the big bell rang.

Assuming that it won’t be long before someone will surround the tower, Xuan Su curled his eyebrows: “No matter who the two are, right and wrong, they dress up as monks in the temple. Now Zhao Qing is dead again. We’d better Get out of here first."

This is a good idea, but the door below is probably locked. Even if you have Zhuo Ran's light work, it is a real risk to jump from the seven-story tower, not to mention that Ye Fusheng and Xuansu are both poisonous and depleted. .

After thinking about it a little, Ye Fusheng asked, "Tell me what you have seen and heard here."

Xuan Su quickly took out all of Shicai's trays, Ye Fusheng slowly let go of his frowning brows, and said: "We can't go."

"Why?"

Ye Fusheng didn't rush to answer, he put his hand in his arms and found out Huozhezi, then turned and entered the cell where Zhao Qing was originally held.

Because it was built in a high tower, the prison cell was also arranged as a meditation room, except that there were more fences and chains, and there was a large iron cage with a tall individual in the middle. The lock was opened and it was empty.

There were three corpses on the ground, two of them were old monks with white beards, all of them were skinny, with a knife in their back, and one pierced their hearts; one was a young monk, lying on the ground with blood on his face, with a blood on his head running across his face. The brains also flowed out from the crack, I am afraid that Zhao Qing was pulled on the head by a chain.

Ye Fusheng knelt down and talked about the corpses of two old monks in detail, and said secretly, "Sure enough."

Xuan Su asked him: "What did you find?"

Ye Fusheng pressed his forehead and said: "The pseudomonk just said "four brothers", think about it carefully."

From their words, it can be inferred that one of them died in the cell and two died under the tower, so where is the fourth?

"The Buddha Pagoda is heavily guarded. I look at these two old monks. They are all martial arts masters. Even if Zhao Qing is really out of trouble, they may not be the opponents of the two people, unless these three have a sword better than me. Faster, otherwise you will never be able to kill with a single blow." Ye Fusheng said, "The two old monks are both poisoned."

While speaking, he handed the Huozhezi to Xuansu. He walked to the incense table. The incense candles on it had been extinguished. Ye Fusheng twisted the incense ash with his fingers, his eyes cold: "Here."

In the pagoda, the two old monks are responsible for detaining felons. Naturally, they dare not relax at all. Other monks in the pagoda should also pay great attention to them. In addition to personnel entering and exiting, even water and food must be carefully checked. How easy is it to confuse it?

Unless there is a monk in the tower, who put poison into the incense, replaced the joss stick with the opportunity of offering to the Buddha and sweeping, lit the poison, and quietly applied the poison during the volatilization. It was too late when it was discovered.

The two old monks were excellent at martial arts throughout their lives, but in the end they were caught in a dangerous situation due to ghost tricks and died in a sneak attack by someone with a heart.

Ye Fusheng squinted his eyes: "If you want to rob Zhao Qing, naturally you can't leak the wind. The bell ringer just now is probably the last living mouth in this tower, but if it is you, will you leave a living mouth?"

The thief shouts to catch the thief, nothing more than that.

Xuan Su thought of the person who spread the word, and felt cold: "They are deliberately trying to lure me over as a scapegoat!"

Ye Fusheng reached out and touched his chin, his brows frowned again, and he didn't speak.

Xuan Su didn't bother him. In fact, he was full of confusion. He looked at the corpse in front of him for a while, and then thought of Zhao Qing again. Unfortunately, he has so many questions, but no one can answer them now.

The two sat on the ground here, until the sound of footsteps accompanied the noise from far and near, the door was suddenly pushed open, and more than twenty people filed in, crowding the cell full, Xuan Su looked around, the outside was long The corridor was also crowded with people, from all sects, guarding the doors and windows separately for fear that they would fly out with wings.

Half of the people who entered the cell were members of the sect, and half were monks. The beginning was Hengming and Hengyuan. Seeing the corpse on the ground, Hengming cried out "Uncle Shizu" with grief and indignation. The eyes looking at Ye Fusheng and Xuan Su were almost bloodshot.

Hengyuan also showed sorrow on his face, flicking the bead with his fingers, and muttering "Amitabha Buddha" in his mouth. I don't know who found Zhao Qing's body, and shouted: "Zhao Qing is dead? Who did it! "

The noise became more noisy for a while, Xuan Su felt a bit harsh, and always felt that these people were more of a kind of unspeakable jealousy and unwillingness than the devil's pleasure.

Hengyuan looked at them and said: "Young Palace Master Xuansu, Donor Ye, two trespassed into the Buddha Pagoda late at night and killed Zhao Qing and the people in my temple. Shouldn't you give me an explanation?"

Ye Fusheng did not open his eyes, Xuan Su took his mouth: "There was a reason for the trespassing of the Buddha Tower, and it was absolutely necessary to kill Zhao Qing. As for these masters, it was not the work of the two of me. Regardless of the first conviction, Hengyuan Brother, don’t you think it’s a mistake?"

Hengming said angrily: "The two juniors under the tower have traces of the martial arts of the Supreme Imperial Palace. Dare to say that you are not the poisonous hand? The two uncles of the master are wounded and killed. Isn't it the swords you drew? "

Xuan Su heard him accuse him of buckling without careful consideration, his brows were sharply twisted, and he saw Hengyuan's expression of grief and choking hard to say. He knew that this person was going to use impulsive Hengming to take care of tonight's affairs. They all pushed on himself and Ye Fusheng.

He sneaked a glance at Ye Fusheng. The latter closed his eyes, eyebrows trembled, cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and the discomfort he was suppressed might have rolled up again.

Xuan Su got to the edge in his heart, but calmed down.

He never bothered to face anything on Wangchen Peak. When he got down the mountain, he was guided and instructed by Ye Fusheng. It was the first time Xuan Su faced such an aggressive and critical situation.

Even if you have a sword in your hand, even if you have a literary approach to martial arts, you can't help it.

But he can't be shaded by others for the rest of his life, let alone sit still.

Xuan Su's fist slowly clenched, facing Hengming, and said coldly: "One of the following two was killed by the poor road, and the other was thrown down the high building by Zhao Qing. You can take it if you do, but please Together with this body, first find out the identities of these three monks. As for these two masters..."

He paused, and his voice became colder: "Pan Dao has not yet come this year, and he is an outsider. If he can get close to the two masters and take the opportunity to sneak attack, is it the talent of poor Dao or Wuxiang Temple's martial arts book? Is there a ill? The two masters shoulder the heavy responsibility of guarding, and why did they expose their backs unsuspectingly to the poor path? The knife on their bodies, you can check carefully, is it my sword or the sword from the Wuxiang Temple? "

Hengming was stunned by this series of questions. He had the intention to refute but couldn't talk about it. Finally, Hengyuan could no longer remain silent and asked: "Even if the murder needs to be clear, why did Zhao Qing die? What's the reason for trespassing the Buddha Tower?"

The other party killed him and sneaked into the Buddha Tower with ulterior motives. Whether it was to save Zhao Qing by stealing the magical way, or trying to kill Zhao Qing with the sword and win the fame before the conference, it was a matter of hatred.

Xuan Su looked at Hengyuan, the young monk remained gentle, but his eyes looked like leeches, and he bit on it when he smelled blood.

His eyes finally cooled down completely.

"Master Hengyuan, the poor Dao Zun you say'senior brother', you respect the years and Wuxiang Temple, not you." Xuan Su slowly got up and stood in front of Ye Fusheng, Wuwei sword turned into a flute , Turned between his fingers, and stood with his hand.

His gaze swept across Hengyuan and Hengming, and looked at a group of people with different looks behind them, and said: "Poverty Dao is the sixth head of the Supreme Palace. Whether it is guilt or accountability, please The heads of the various factions came out to talk, and brought out the true evidence, and analyzed the reason. There is nothing to say when sitting in a poor way, and if you don’t evade, let’s say it here and now!"

As soon as he said it, the crowd was in an uproar. How many people dared to be angry but didn't dare to speak. Hengyuan looked directly at Xuansu, only to feel that the Taoist chief who was usually gentle like a spring breeze suddenly became cold in the spring, not fierce, but thorough.

Ye Fusheng slowly opened his eyes.

Looking at Xuan Su's back, he couldn't help but hook his lips, put his palm on the ground, got up and patted Xuan Su's shoulder, and stood beside him.

Compared with Xuan Su, Ye Fusheng's aura is not domineering, like a black shadow standing up in the candlelight, and his speech is somewhat soft, as if he is weak.

But his words, like a hockey stick hitting the seven inches of a poisonous snake, making it immobile--

"There was a fire in the Buddhist scripture building, and the road was not close. You guys came in time, but you don't know that the fire can be resolved? Where are the abbot Sejian, Seruojian Temple and Daoist Duanheng?" After a pause, Ye Fusheng looked at the monks, "By the way, just ringing the bell to warn me, I don't know which master it is. Please come out to prove the facts."