Sealing Sword Chapter 115: Swear an oath
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When Sun Minfeng woke up, he almost thought it was still dark.
This place is cold and dark. Only a bean-sized lamp was lit in the room, reflecting the swaying figure on the wall, but the face of the person sitting behind the table could not be seen clearly.
He supported his bed partner with only one hand, and his abdomen was still painful, but the pain relieved him, indicating that the wound had been cleaned of poison.
This time, I was ordered to rush to Wenchan Mountain. Starry night reached the city of Jialan. Seeing that there was only one day left, Sun Minfeng had planned to rest. Unexpectedly, something happened that night.
I don’t know when there were a lot of hidden piles laid down in this city, such as medical halls, restaurants, tea shops, inns... As long as the people who communicated with each other were under control, Sun Minfeng did Secretly rushing, there are not many people around, and this one has suffered.
Originally, I was thinking about asking about the many people on the Zen mountain. Sun Minfeng sent people to the medical hall to buy some standing medicinal materials. He even deliberately took apart the prescriptions and bought them separately, but they were still targeted. The man who bought the medicine didn't go back, but the minions of the Soul Burial Palace touched them. Not only did they sneak into the house and kill people, they also kept doing it, setting fire to the entire inn, making the momentum just like walking the water.
Sun Minfeng is an excellent doctor and a third-rate martial artist. In addition to his light skills, he can still run away. Even Qin Lanchang can kill five of him with one stick on his fist and foot weapons. But the Soul Burial Palace has given up his blood. After hollowing out most of the Mistake Ridge, he actually sent out all the five poison guards.
In the Five Poison Guards, the "Hundred Foot" Division assassinated and intercepted the goods, and was under the control of Li Feng, the lord of the Qinglong Palace; the "Sky Spider" was lurking and spying, and was supervised by Bu Xueyao, the lord of the Vermillion Bird Palace; "Golden Toad" was in charge of business dealings. Take care of Wei Changjun, the master of the Xuanwu Hall; the "Magic Scorpion" protects the dark piles and is ordered by the Zuo guardian Zhao Bingmo; the rest of the "Viper" is directly under the command of Helian Yu, covering his back, for his edge, end to end. .
According to intelligence, this time "Golden Toad" and "Viper" stayed behind Mizong Ridge, "Sky Spider" and "Magic Scorpion" sneaked into Wenchan Mountain, but "Hundred Foot" stayed in Mizong Ridge because of Li Feng It was temporarily handed over to Wei Changyun, so I don’t know the arrangement. Sun Minfeng didn't expect that such a terrifying human hand would hide in Garan City, guarding this important way of communication, as if waiting for a rabbit.
The few people he brought were not enough to see in front of "Hundred Foot", and they even exposed the deeds of Hundred Ghosts. Sun Minfeng had a headache when he was forced to a dead end with a stab cut, but unexpectedly someone would help solve this trouble.
Sun Minfeng and his party of eight had no life alive except him, and none of the sixteen "Hundred Foot" members could go back alive.
That woman, when Sun Minfeng entered the inn, she saw her after the counter. It was just that the woman was still dressed in coarse cloth, her hair was tangled up, her face was sallow, she looked like a half-aged milf.
Sun Minfeng looked at her when he went to pay for the silver, and found that this woman actually had a pair of beautiful eyebrows, but it was a pity that there were crow's feet in the corners of the eyes, the eyebrows were also rough, and there was a birthmark on the forehead, which was flat and reduced in color.
Others looked at her boring, but Sun Minfeng stared at those eyes for a long while, until his subordinates couldn't help but cough lightly.
It's a pity. He thought.
Sun Minfeng has always read countless people, and just glanced at it and couldn't help thinking, if this boss lady is not jealous of the sky, she is willing to take a good look at herself, and she will be ten years younger, she might be famous in Kyoto and Yan Shengtianxia.
Ordinary people talk about beauty, and talk more about beauty and skin; talents are humane and beauty, talk more about backbone cultivation; sages talk about beauty, more reputation and spirit.
Sun Minfeng claims that he is not a kind of person, he is a weird person, and he is naturally strange to see.
He liked the look in the eyes of the proprietress—the sarcasm and sternness that flowed inadvertently in the ordinary city, as if an outdated lotus had emerged from the mud of a pond, slim, beautiful and not group.
Why don't you ridicule these people who have no eyes and behave in the eyes of others who have abandoned them like shoes?
This is a woman with a story. Sun Minfeng had been thinking about this matter, and he was determined to come again to find the boss's wife and talk about it, but he didn't want this woman to save his life at this juncture of life and death.
A stab slashed through the sea of flames, and another backhand thrust into the killer's throat. Sun Minfeng looked at the disguise on her face being stained by sweat, becoming more horrible, but couldn't help but laugh.
After laughing, he passed out in pain.
"Don't be in a daze when you wake up. Although slaves are used to waiting, sometimes they don't like to wait." A soft female voice sounded, and Sun Minfeng followed the prestige, seeing the person behind the table picking up a long needle to turn on the wick and illuminating A face with spring jade.
Luo Chang is slightly open, his sleeves are full of fragrance.
Sun Minfeng covered the wound with one hand, sat cross-legged, and said with a smile: "Before the next step, the lady boss was a beauty, but she was tweeted "Blind man with eyes open". Now she can be regarded as Xiuxue's wrong name."
Yingxiu raised his eyes and smiled: "The slave family heard that the ghost doctor is a powerful character in temperament, but he is catching up with a rescue hero. Now I know that meeting is not as famous as it is."
"The shadow of someone's famous tree is just what they say in the eyes of the people and others. What does it have to do with you and me?" Sun Minfeng laughed, "Just as I heard that Candle Gambling Shop never makes a loss business. This time, I was saved by more than the gain, and it is also a misnomer."
Yingxiu's eyes flashed: "Ghost Doctor knows where this is?"
Sun Minfeng spread out his hands: "There are not many people in the world who dare to steal their lives from the Soul Burial Palace, and they can still grab them. I guessed one at random. Thank you for your admission."
Smart people tend to have a few more thoughts, lick their lips, and say: "Mingzhu Gambling Shop does not do business at a loss, but people always use their motives."
"It seems that it’s a girl’s will to save me." Sun Minfeng raised his head, "You and I meet in peace, even if you look right again, you shouldn’t pay in this way. It seems that when you place an order, you can say “saving grace to your body.” Xu' is not qualified anymore."
Yingxiu looked at him, and suddenly understood why this man with sloppy martial arts was able to get mixed up in the rivers and lakes.
In addition to the shelter of the Hundred Ghosts, Sun Minfeng's terrifying healing and poisoning skills are enough to settle down, and besides these, he has a good brain.
Clever but not overly clever, and the act is over.
She likes dealing with people like this the most, she won't be too stupid or worry too much.
As soon as he thought of this, Ying Xiu said: "The slave, I want the ghost doctor to help build a bridge..."
The fire in the Tibetan Scriptures Building continued until a quarter of Mao's hour.
At this time, the sky is bright, and the warm sun that is hard to see in late autumn is pouring out of the clouds, but countless people are black and cold.
The location of the fire thunder is ingenious. I don’t know when the railing beams were splashed with oil. There was a strong wind last night, and the wind assisted the fire. It burned the Buddhist scripture building like a good-looking person, leaving only half of it charred. Remaining empty shelf.
The monks of Wuxiang Temple looked sad and muttered scriptures. Many people helped them excavate the ruins, holding a few pages of black and remnant paper could be like treasures.
But their expressions changed again and again, from nervous and crazy to dull, many people were already crying.
Hengming and Hengyuan also led the monks to open up the ruins of the broken wall, despite the fact that the bricks, tiles and wooden beams were still hot and their skin and flesh were burned, they refused to go away.
Xuan Su and Ye Fusheng are the same.
They personally excavated a scorched corpse. They were all the monks and disciples of the Supreme Palace who had gone to move the scriptures with Sing Jian and Duan Heng, a total of 27 people, Xuan Su shook his hands and lost back and forth. Three times, sure that there is not one less.
Along with Sejian and Duanheng, there is no shortage.
Twenty-seven corpses have been burned beyond recognition, and their bodies are so burnt that they can’t be seen as they are. Several of them were mostly standing near the fire and thunder, and their bodies were blown apart. They were incomplete after a long time...
Finally, Hengming found a string of dirty red crystal Buddha beads in the hand of one of the corpses, and Xuan Su knelt in front of a corpse with a lapis lazuli and Tai Chi pendant.
He didn't cry, but Ye Fusheng's hand on his shoulder felt him shaking.
The scorched gray and black earth is everywhere, broken wood and shingles are everywhere, I don't know who made the first cry, and then one after another, crying and howling one after another.
Ye Fusheng turned his head and looked at Hengyuan. He knelt beside Hengming, his expression dazed.
The fire has been extinguished, but his eyes are very red, as if the flames are lingering in the naked eyes.
Ye Fusheng looked at him for a while, and suddenly felt Xuan Su grabbed him with his backhand and slowly stood up.
He didn't stand firm for the first time, and almost knelt back, supporting Ye Fusheng's arm anyway, staggeringly standing still.
Ye Fusheng heard his hoarse voice ringing in his ears——
"Floating life, there must be a fire in the Buddhist scripture building... There must be a calculation behind the soul burial palace. I will stabilize the disciples and use this... to unite with the same people to conquer the culprit and force... It shows itself, you... "His voice was hoarse, as if a knife was cutting his throat, stained with dull pain and blood, "You...what do you do, just go, there is me here."
His trembling body slowly subsided, showing that Xuan Su was desperately trying to calm himself down.
Since stepping out of Wangchen Peak, he is no longer the Young Palace Master who is sheltered by the elders, but the sixth head of the Supreme Palace.
Twenty-three disciples on the trip to the Supreme Palace, Duan Heng died, and eight of his fellow students died, but Xuan Su had to stand firmly here if the others were still there.
Ye Fusheng didn't say a word, and patted him **** the shoulder, then glanced at the person in front of him, then quietly stepped back away.
He didn't walk fast, and when he got out of the field, he heard a loud noise suppressing the noise of sorrow and anger. It seemed that someone had hit the only big bell in the Buddhist scripture building.
He heard Xuan Su’s voice being carried away by internal forces, and forcibly concealed his grief and panic. The hoarse was a bit unpleasant, not heart-piercing, but he uttered every word: "Last night there was a voice hitting the west. Under the guise of water, he sneaked into the Pagoda Tower secretly to save Zhao Qing, but after I waited for it to break and intercept, he actually attacked again...
"Twenty-seven lives, thousands of classics, two schools of predecessors, many innocents... There is a way of "the universe is clear, the law of heaven is clear; the right and wrong, there is justice", today the devil rises and the way disappears, the younger generation deceives me The martial arts are white, cast white bones into walls, and make the tide of blue blood. If I wait for sorrow and sorrow, and stand still, the day when the Mount Tai is overwhelmed and the bones are broken will not be far away! The grievances and grievances are in sight, and the piles of remains are in front of us. Those who are not cold and righteous, when they remember their grievances, repay them, and cut the evil and righteous ways!
"In Xia Xuan Su, I am the sixth head of the Wangchen Peak Supreme Palace. I have lost the same school as the teacher, and I am saddened by the demon and demons. I swear an oath with blood and sacrificial swords to eliminate demons and defend the way and save the wounded in this life. ! Standing on this way, I am willing to not violate, and vowed to ask Master West Buddha Sekong to go out and preside over the overall situation! Lead our generation of chivalrous teachers and destroy all the evildoers!"
His voice was hoarse, and it was a bit distorted afterwards, but his qi crowned the sky and the sound shook the mountain temple.
Ye Fusheng heard what Qianfu had responded to, his heart beating like a drum, but his footsteps were hurried and he did not look back.
Until a hand reached out from the corner under the eaves and grabbed his arm hard.