Sealing Sword Chapter 116: Play corner

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Ye Fusheng was suddenly caught by his wrist, and he subconsciously raised his elbow and knocked him over. As expected, he stepped back to avoid the blow and whispered: "It's me."

Chu Xiwei's figure appeared behind the red lacquered wooden pillars, even if he couldn't really see them, Ye Fusheng knew it was right, and twitched his lips: "Ayao."

The separation was actually only in the middle of the night. It was just because of the twists and turns of things, and in a blink of an eye, it was completely different. Up to now, there is the illusion of a world away.

Not long after Chu Xiwei separated from Duanqing in the valley, he received news that the Buddhist scripture building was on fire and that the Buddha pagoda was on fire. He knew that something major had happened in Wuxiang Temple, and he should have mobilized the people in it to inquire. Intelligence, I need to hide the head and tail at the cusp of this storm, but after thinking about it, I still took a risk.

Although he came fast, it was too late. He could only see the end of a fire, the black smoke rushing into the sky with the pungent smell, watching people coming and going in front of him, but he couldn't keep his life.

Chu Xiwei touched Ye Fusheng's hand and smashed his clenched fingers apart. There were blood marks on the palms of his nails, and the latter stretched out his fingers afterwards.

Chu Xiwei frowned: "You claim to be smart, why don't you know it hurts like a fool?"

"How do you say it?" Ye Fusheng returned to his senses, twitching the corner of his mouth, "It's not a problem. Why are you here?"

Chu Xiwei glanced at him and pushed open the door behind it. This is a Buddhist room, which was originally a place for monks to rest. Now that everyone gathers in the Buddhist scripture building, it is empty.

The two entered the house and closed the doors and windows. There was a place to talk for a while. Chu Xiwei didn't mention the fire in the Tibetan scripture building, but talked about another piece of information he had received before: "My subordinates found traces of'Hundred Foot' in Garan City. One of them assassinated Sun Minfeng and died. In the hands of another arena."

Ye Fusheng's expression sank.

The deployment personnel of the Soul Burial Palace secretly besieged and asked about Chan Mountain. He and Chu Xiwei had already predicted it, but they did not expect that the other party would plant the "Hundred Feet" in the city of Garan where people flowed, and even dared to blatantly kill them. This shows that He Lianyu is fully aware of this action.

However, in the city of Garan, people in the "Hundred Foot" can be killed, they can be killed from their hands, and they can disappear without a trace, so that even the Hundred Ghosts cannot be traced temporarily... There is only one force. .

The light flashed quietly in his eyes, Ye Fusheng was very tired, but it didn't show up on his face, just asking Chu Xiwei: "What are you going to do?"

Chu Xiwei closed her eyes: "Although Sun Minfeng is still unclear about his life and death, he has not found the corpse. He must have been saved. Whether the opponent is an enemy or a friend, since he is saved, he must have a plan. They are all safe. This time he is in danger. Although the Hyakkimen has lost its manpower and exposed his whereabouts, the same goes for the'Hundred Foot'."

Ye Fusheng said clearly: "You want to create the illusion of a hundred ghosts entering here in Garan City, and adjust the gaze of the Burial Soul Palace to Garan City, so that the stakes in the Zen Mountain can take the opportunity to move. At the same time,' Baizu's exposed things can also be written."

"Yes, but I have to stay in Wenchan Mountain now, and Garan City also needs some attention. One is to find the whereabouts of the ghost doctor, and the other is to try to solve the "hundred feet". Otherwise, we will suffer from the enemy and we will hardly retreat. "Chu Xiwei fixedly looked at him, "I need you to help me."

Ye Fusheng wanted to laugh, but couldn't help but ask him: "Everyone said,'I was bitten by a snake for ten years and I was afraid of the ropes', Ayao, you still dare to believe me?"

Chu Xiwei's hand on the table slowly clenched into a fist.

Ye Fusheng knew that this sentence was unpleasant, and the thoughts involved were even more hateful, but some things could not be avoided all the time. If they didn't spread out, they could only silt under the wound, and sooner or later they would become pus and rot.

"You want me to help you deal with the affairs of Garan City, that is, to hand over all the operations of the Hyakki Sect to my hands, including your letter of ordering Hyakki to split half and let me dispatch troops. But have you ever thought that I'm not worthy of trust?" Ye Fusheng constricted, "This time the Soul Burial Palace is in collusion with Chu Yuan, and it is a matter of imperial power. The imperial court will definitely not let go of asking about Chan Mountain. I am afraid that the shadow guard is not far from here. You give these to me, and I leave your eyeliner to go to Garan City, but if you have a bad heart, you may join the court again, using the Hundred Ghost Gate as a stepping stone to destroy the soul-burial palace, and watching you snipe and clam fight , Sit back and reap the benefits of the fisherman. By that time, you may cut a thousand swords, but I will take care of myself."

After a pause, Ye Fusheng's voice turned cold: "A Yao, do you still dare?"

Chu Xiwei's knuckles have been pinched white, but his face is even paler.

He remembered Duanqing's words, and he kept avoiding things that he didn't want to think about. There will eventually be times when he cannot go back.

If you keep secret, can you really be ignorant?

"I don't know." Chu Xiwei looked up at him, "As the saying goes,'Wait for leisure to change but you will change your heart' (Note), you will change back then, who would have thought that you would not repeat the same tricks now?" /

Ye Fusheng smiled softly: "So, you can change your mind."

"The decision I made, no matter the outcome, I will never regret it." Chu Xi slightly stretched out her fingers, her eyes were as deep as the night sky that encompasses everything, hiding all the eagerness and dormancy, "I chose you this time, one is because Garan City is very important and perilous. There is no more suitable person besides you. Second, if I can’t even trust you once, how can I talk about the future?"

Ye Fusheng raised his eyelids: "So, do you want to use Baiguimen's years of foundation to bet on a future?"

The two of them have never been involved in the matter of the two people themselves. In the meantime, envy and hatred, duties and responsibilities, are all entangled, and it has long been unclear.

People say they love and hate, but the words like and hate are hard to say when it comes to them.

"Before I answer this question, you tell me one thing first." Chu Xiwei suddenly raised her lips, "No matter what your answer is, it won't affect my bet or not, but I am not willing to do it. A muddy fish was caught by a bait-free hook, and its skin and flesh were not loose."

Ye Fusheng said solemnly: "You said."

Chu Xiwei reached into her arms and took out a cloth bag, spread the towel, revealing the celadon hairpin, and asked in a slow and low voice: "What do you mean by giving this to me?"

Ye Fusheng's gaze shifted on the celadon hairpin, but an ordinary item bought by a roadside stall was regarded as a treasure by the master of the Hundred Ghosts, who was used to drinking and wealth. The fingers were still rubbing the hairpin unconsciously, and the fingertips trembled slightly, like a child who didn't know whether he would welcome sweet dates or sticks in the next moment.

"It doesn't matter if you think about it for a while, just think about it..." Chu Xiwei's voice was a little dumb, "All in all, don't lie to me."

Hearing this, Ye Fusheng raised his eyebrows and chuckled.

He got up and walked behind Chu Xiwei. The young man didn't know if he was nervous or what, and sat motionless without turning his head.

Fingers inserted between the black satin-like hair of crow feathers. Ye Fusheng's movements are very familiar. After all, he hasn't been styling his hair since he was a child. It's just a rare occasion when his fingers were so delicate that they didn't break a bit after combing their fingers. hair.

It is said that the world is hard to find is to spend a good time with both personnel, but I don’t know that the hardest thing is to accompany you with white hair like frost.

Hold your child's hand and grow old with him; it's good to tie your hair and sleep together.

Always an oath that is easy to make and difficult to make.

Ye Fusheng twisted half of Chu Xiwei's hair into a bun, tied the celadon hairpin, slid his hands down his shoulders and neck, hugged the man who is no longer a child, and rubbed his chin gently.的发顶.

He said softly: "Ayao, after this matter, I will give you an account, and then..."

Chu Xiwei remained motionless in his arms, and stared at the empty veil without blinking. Time seemed to solidify into a picture scroll with thick ink, lingering and washing it. Impurity can only gradually become entrenched and fill the entire life.

"May you and my heart be bright, and the dust will settle, and I hope a happy reunion."

The chest clinging to his back is not hot, and the hands covering the back of his hands are also slightly cool, only the slight body vibration when speaking makes his heart beat like a drum.

Chu Xiwei waited for this answer for too long, thinking that she would be ecstatic, but in the end, only the stone fell to the ground with relief.

"Good."

He stretched his face and smiled, holding Ye Fusheng's hand with his backhand.

Ye Fusheng asked him: "So, what's your answer?"

Chu Xi smiled and said: "I believe you are right, so naturally everyone is happy."

What if the letter is wrong...

Ye Fusheng didn't ask any more, just rubbed the top of his hair again, his head lowered, and he whispered something in Chu Xiwei's ear, but the latter did not hear clearly.

——Ayao, if I take you again, I will die without a place to bury my body, and I will never meet you in the next life.

"Some people have broken into the nest, and you can't catch them. What use do I want you to do with this rubbish?"

A figure slammed heavily on the wall. When he fell, he hesitated a few times, but he couldn't get up. The eyes exposed outside the mask had two lines of black blood flowing out, and he was dead.

In Du'er Cave, Bu Xueyao retracted his palm, but his anger remained.

He was just an inspection post last night. He didn't want to meet Zhao Bingmo's old enchantress. There was a bit of disagreement between the two. You came to me to ridicule and probe, it was already a delay.

Bu Xueyao didn't expect it, but at such a time, Du'e Cave was discovered.

With a thought of Qian Zhuan, Bu Xueyao put away his anger and asked: "Has the Zuo Dharma arrived?"

The subordinate replied tremblingly: "I have already sent someone to ask, but...there is no reply from Zuo Hufa."

Bu Xueyao frowned and waved back at them. These people didn't dare to say a word, lifted the body through the clothes and got into the cave.

Stepping to the platform of the cave entrance, Bu Xueyao closed her eyes, and while waiting for Zhao Bingmo, she slowly sorted out these details, her heart undulating, her face calm.

This is another time.

He is an excellent hunter, but he has always been tired of waiting, like a poisonous snake. Although he can hibernate in the swamp for a long time, he will tightly hold the prey's life gate when the violent violent occurs. Let it go.

People who are so tired of waiting have been waiting in front of this mountain wall for so long, and their mood will not be good anyway. Therefore, when he heard the sound of the chain pulling from above his head, although his face was full of smiles, his eyes were poisoned.

"Left Guardian is here." His body, leaning on the mountain wall lazily, straightened slowly, his eyes drifting, "The poor slave house will be blown away by the mountain wind here."

Zhao Bingmo is still dressed in a somewhat nondescript alien dress. The blue silk thread is wrapped in the recurring bun. The three crescent hairpins clink when she turns her head, except for the scimitar hanging on her waist. Even the golden bell hanging under the hilt did not make the slightest noise.

She is getting older, with wrinkles in the corners of her eyes, which are no better than the delicacy of the elder daughter and the daughter-in-law, but after hearing Bu Xueyao's contrived work, she took a sip with disdain, deliberately painted purple The corners of the lips are hooked, but they are not rude, but a little bit more gloomy and violent.

If Bu Xueyao is a brightly colored poisonous snake, you can soften the edges and corners with smoothness, pretending to be harmless; Zhao Bingmo is a poisonous flower blooming and failing, even if the petals are more than half withered, There are still gorgeous colors and poisonous spines.

She was too disdainful of Bu Xueyao. She was too lazy to cover up, and she was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, just saying: "Little bitch, your medicine is too much. Recently, many people have left the mountain. If you don’t pay attention, you will leak the wind."

Bu Xueyao didn't care about this title, and patted his chest with only one hand: "Oh, but a little powder is less than half the amount of medicine that can't be prepared for the group of people. I thought that the martial arts tournament was gathering. After all there is so much waste, how can you blame the Nujia?"

After a pause, Bu Xueyao said again: "Earlier, I sent a letter to ask Zuo Dharma to come over. Why is the Zuo Dharma late to come, I don't know what to do? If there is a place where the slave family can help, Please don’t be polite."

Zhao Bingmo sneered: "The Lord of the Palace is coming soon."

Bu Xueyao's face changed, and he quickly returned to normal. Man Sheng laughed and said, "That dare to love, once the palace lord comes, the slave family will feel at ease."

"The palace lord asked me to bring you a word-do your own business, don't think about other things." Zhao Bingmo suddenly unhooked the scimitar, and the cold scabbard picked up Xueyao's chin. Look carefully, the smile becomes deeper, "Looking at how you look like a person, not a ghost, or a ghost, the taste of'Lihen Gu' is uncomfortable."

Bu Xueyao took a step back, covering his eyes, and said: "If the guardian of the left, the palace lord is willing to use this treasure to continue my life, which is the great blessing of Bu Xueyao."

"It's a blessing or a curse, you know it in your own heart. But you are left and right. There is no cure for you. Feng Shui turns around. If you fall to this point, you will be counted as retribution." Zhao Bingmo sneered and patted. Scabbard, "However,'Li Heng Gu' is something left by my master's house. Except for the Palace Master, even I can't restrain it, even if Sekong’s old bald donkey has a peculiar technique, you want to suppress Gu worms through him. It's also in vain. Collect your mind as soon as possible, so as not to lose half of your face."

Bu Xueyao's hands trapped in his sleeves clenched into fists quietly, his face was bare, and he could even continue to laugh and say: "Zuo Guardian reminded it."

"The group of people in Du'e Cave is useless to keep it, so I cleaned it up early. As for the old bald donkey of Sekong..." Zhao Bingmo narrowed his eyes, "The palace chief will take him to practice, you prepare Good medicine."

"Kill Sekong, what should I do if there are branches in Wuxiang Temple?"

Zhao Bingmo glanced at him, then sneered, "What? I can't bear to spend these days with the old bald donkey?"

"What does Zuo Hufa say? The slave family loves Li Lang's so handsome man, how can he hit this old monk's idea?" Bu Xueyao chuckled with only one hand, and looked up. "It's Zuo Hufa. It’s rare to be anxious. I don’t know if I am eager to kill the old monk or dig him out of the slave family?"

After a pause, Bu Xueyao narrowed his eyes: "Speaking of which, an uninvited guest entered this cave last night. By then Zuo Hufa pulled the slave family to talk about the world, not more aggressive than now, is this...is it a coincidence?"

"You didn't do a good job of guarding Du'er Cave. Suspect that I turned my elbow out? Bu Xueyao, who gave you the courage?" Zhao Bingmo's mouth was like a deadly hook, she looked at Bu Xue Yao said with a sneer, "You don't have to use words to stab me, just your broken mouth, you don't know the bitterness between me and this old bald donkey? Even though the past years have passed by, it is hard for me. Ping, it's not an exaggeration to collect some debts from this old bald donkey."

"Left guardian law is naturally reasonable, but the slave family just ask casually." Bu Xueyao lowered his eyelids, "but at this point, the palace chief uses this old bald donkey to practice exercises. Could it be..."

"Bu Xueyao, there are some things left in your stomach that don’t necessarily mean you’ll have a bad stomach. If you say it, you’ll die." Zhao Bingmo interrupted him, "You are not afraid of being torn your mouth, I haven’t thought yet. Cause trouble. Don’t say anything about the palace lord, just do it."

"The slave house is just a little weird." Bu Xueyao said, "These days, we have watched this man of martial arts all over the mountains, except for some big faces and small talents, but some empty limbs and no brains. My cats and dogs, I occasionally see a few shrewd kids who are still half-old children. Although it is troublesome to clean up, it is not a small chance of winning. The palace owner is so rigorous, it makes me wait for anxiety."

Zhao Bing raised his eyebrows: "Bu Xueyao, fools are stupid, do you know how smart people die?"

Without waiting for Xueyao's answer, Zhao Bingmo said to himself: "Smart people think that others are stupid. In the end, the ditch overturns the boat and never looks down."

Bu Xueyao finally had frost in his eyes.

"Ginger is hot for the old, the older you are, the more you will pretend; the cow is a cruel calf, and only when you are young, you have a strong blood. Bu Xueyao, you think you can not put the world in the eyes, but in the eyes of the world What kind of thing are you in here?" Zhao Bingmo snorted, "If the palace owner is afraid that your eyes are higher than the top and missed the big thing, I would not bother to mention you."

Bu Xueyao smiled slightly: "Left guardian Jinkouyu said, Bu Xueyao is unforgettable."

"For those who go down the mountain, I have sent the'devil scorpion' to intercept and kill, and will not leave a living mouth to cause trouble, but you have to be careful when doing things." Zhao Bingmo turned around, "Wei Changyun has not been there for a long time. Quiet, I have to go and see, you do your own thing, don’t think about the rest."

"Respectfully send the left guardian."

Bu Xueyao was slightly blessed, but Zhao Bingmo didn't look back. It could be regarded as "for the blind to see with a wink", and it was boring and even more boring.

However, where Zhao Bingmo couldn't see, Bu Xueyao's eyes were dark like a poisonous snake swallowing a snake, and he secretly said in his heart: "Damn old temptress!"

However, Zhao Bingmo's footsteps stopped, and Bu Xueyao was startled. She looked up at the top, and someone was climbing down the chain.

The man was dressed in an inconspicuous monk's clothes. He had not yet stood firmly on the ground. He had knelt on one knee, and his voice was trembling urgently: "Left and left guardian, the big thing is not good!"

Bu Xueyao squinted his eyes, Zhao Bingmo's expression was cold: "What happened?"

"Right... Right guard is dead!"