Sealing Sword Chapter 195: Fengyun (Part 1)

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This time, the Baidao Allied Forces vowed to attack Mizongling, not only to face the notorious soul burial palace, but also to face the evil spirits from all over the world. Its momentum is far greater than that of Sijueguyi. war. For this reason, Shen Wudu let out the wind to attract the stakes, while sharpening the knife, Huo Huo secretly pulled out the nails; the four respected elders, including Elder Duan Heng, Abbot Sejian, Qu Jin, and Duan Yi Shi Tai, cut the mess quickly and contacted the major leaders. People gathered together to discuss major issues, and then vowed to make an agreement with the heroes. Under Qu Jin’s suggestion, the coalition forces were divided into left, center, and right, and the water, mountain, and official roads were outflanked. The time was staggered for half a day, and the road was opened. , And can take care of each other.

Xuansu and Hengyuan take people on the mountain trail. In addition to the experienced elders, this team is mostly young martial arts generations like Luo Ziting and Hengming. They are all in the list. When encountering the green forest gangster or the demon demon, they never retreated half a step.

It's not that no one is afraid, nor is it that no one is afraid of fighting and hiding behind others. At first, Xuan Su was still thinking about trying his best to help. For this reason, it was dangerous for several times. Later, when Heng Yuan saw that he took the lead to attract the enemy, he used his strength to push people away, and watched the cowardly man dodging awkwardly under the shadow of the sword and light sword. In the end, he might pick it up. Weapon fought desperately, or died on the spot.

"You can save them once, but you can't save them all."

When he camped and rested in the woods that night, Xuan Su frowned and took Hengyuan away from the crowd, but before he could say anything, the young monk clasped his palms together and chanted "Amitabha Buddha".

Xuan Su knew that he was right, but he couldn't agree with it: "Although this is an experience, it is a devil. The life and death event is no joke. I can save a person once and then once, do I still have to die? "

Hengyuan laughed: "Before I had to ask the leader of Qing Dao to entrust him, I thought that Dao Xuan Su has entered the realm of'renqing' great perfection. Tao is different from poor monks."

Xuan Sudao: "It is Xuan Su's heart that has foreign objects, and it is difficult to abandon the dust."

Hengyuan shook his head: "No, it’s because there is nothing outside of Taoist Xuan Su’s mind, so he can think of all things, see all people as everything, and divide them into action and inaction. Even if you are alone in the dust, your heart will be comfortable. It is quiet and stable."

Xuan Su asked back: "Then what is the way of Master Hengyuan?"

Hengyuan smiled slightly, his voice was very soft, and he said every word: "Buddha has a fate, but I have a fate."

The red sandalwood beads in his hand are stained with blood. Even though they have been scrubbed, there is still a dark red residue in the nicks and depressions. At this time, they lightly flick between the monk’s white fingers, as if turning around one after another. .

The destined guest can lay down the butcher knife and become a Buddha, while the undestined person will have no end to the unforgivable sin.

Although the Buddha is compassionate, there are also stubborn and stubborn generations who can't survive. Therefore, he is angry at the vajra to kill and convict his karma.

Xuan Su was startled.

"When I started, I asked Master three questions. He said that I should think about it clearly before I understand it. This thinking is eight years..." Hengyuan looked into his eyes, "Zhanye must The delusion can only put down the butcher knife, and the person who hates the sea of ​​bitterness knows that turning back is the shore, and I went to **** only to save suffering. In this case, although the golden body is in Garan, the Buddha is in the original heart. I am also a person in the Buddha."

Xuan Su wanted to say something but stopped. He couldn't think of what he could say and he didn't know what he should say, so he swallowed the words to his lips.

Hengyuan smiled and said: "Dao Master Xuan Su thinks this is a heresy?"

"The ways are different, maybe they are not conspiring, but there are different opinions in the world, but they are innocent. How can you talk about the difference between right and wrong?" Xuan Su said solemnly, "The way of Master Hengyuan is that you can do it yourself. Outsiders are There is no way to put his beak, Xuan Su hopes that the master will remember his heart and live up to the'Amitabha Buddha'."

Hengyuan looked at him, and suddenly felt that this person was very much like Zhao Bingmo and the statue of the West Buddha, and he didn't seem to resemble at all.

Xuan Su has the arrogance and arrogance of Zhao Bingmo, but without her paranoia and arrogance; he has the kindness and compassion of Sekong, but does not have his meditation.

He is like a green bamboo, breaking out of the soil under the snow mud shell in winter, born with strong bones in the wind, with bright knots in his heart, and sections of right and wrong.

Duan Ya Dao Chang went too early for Dong Dao, Heng Yuan was only fortunate enough to meet him once or twice, and the blurry impression gradually became clear at this time, overlapping with Xuan Su's figure.

The thorn in my heart that had pulled out most of it was finally broken to pieces, turned into smoke and dust, and flew away when Yu Hengyuan blinked.

He smiled at Xuan Su: "If one day, the poor monk turns into a karma-skilling Shura, please remember the thought of ‘doing nothing’, do something, never do it."

Xuan Su raised his hand and patted his shoulder, and said seriously: "Pan Dao agrees to the master, but...I believe that there will be no such day."

After this night, Hengyuan still calmly arranged the marching route, Xuan Su still tried his best to retreat from the enemy to save people, Luo Ziting and Xuancheng looked after the middle section, and Hengming led a group of Wuxiang Temple monks after the break. After repeated **** battles, every young man who has just come out of the world slowly understands that no one can stand in front of you forever except for the cold iron sword in his hand.

The glory of the ancestors will eventually turn into rotten soil; the future of the world is still in the hands of one step.

The blood of the children of the rivers and lakes, sometimes really needs to be ignited with blood and fire.

"Only three miles away is the boundary of'Qiushuiwu'. After passing that place, you will enter the door of Mizongling." Luo Ziting spread out the map while chewing on the dry food, so that Patriarch Luo was able to treat him from an early age. The demeanor of everyone fed the dog.

"No wonder there have been a lot more people coming in the past few days." Xuancheng frowned and circled his fingers in several places. "Senior Hua and his party are behind the official road and they are relying on them as backup. Roughly arrived here tomorrow morning; the left army led by Lu Gongzi is a waterman, should be faster than us, how come here is not seen?"

Xuan Su looked at the map and saw his eyes dizzy. However, it was not long since he came down the mountain. He couldn't see any way of it. He could only ask Hengyuan humbly, but he was startled to see the young monk sitting on the ground, but there Not to mention a flower, not even a grass.

Wait! Xuan Su suddenly got up, there were weeds all over here, why didn't there grow up in that place?

Other people in the vicinity also realized that something was wrong, and they were not in a hurry to disturb the rest of the crowd, but only motioned to Luo Ziting to follow Xuan Su to see clearly.

Hengyuan asked Luo Ziting for a silver needle, inserted it into the soil and quickly pulled it out. The lower half of the silver needle had turned black, and the tip even showed signs of corrosion and melting!

"Dead corpse water!" Luo Ziting was born in Huayue Villa. He was very knowledgeable since he was a child. When he saw a stone, he drew a bit of soil close to him and smelled a pungent stench.

Xuan Su once heard that Ye Fusheng and other fellows who had gone out and practiced mentioned this corpse-destructive strange thing. It was the first time he had seen this strange thing. He carefully observed this blank space where no grass grows, and probably has a square. The soil is still wet, but it has not rained for several days.

In such a place, how many corpses have ever been turned into liquid?

His face is a little stiff: "Killing but nodding..."

"Although this is true, sometimes things are unavoidable." Luo Ziting motioned for them to come closer, and then used stones to pave the soil away from the surface, not to mention the bones below, even the grass root insects were not seen.

He put down the stones and said, "Although the corpse water is powerful, it usually only hurts the flesh and blood and clothing. Such a situation where there is no bones and no grass, only one family can handle it."

"Who?"

"Zhongdu Cave Minggu, Hundred Ghost Gate." Hengyuan was speaking, and he looked at this land, "Hundred Ghost Gate has had a long-standing relationship with Soul Burial Palace. The master leads the first and the first to go to the Mistral Ridge, and Miss Qin, the young master, follows the right army. She brings a large number of Baiguimen subordinates, who are used to sneak assassinations, so they agreed to open the way, if it is Baiguimen It’s not uncommon for handwriting to be so effective."

Xuan Su said: "They destroy the corpses, are they afraid of throwing grass and scaring snakes?"

Hengyuan sighed: "You are going to set off the nest, are you afraid of hitting the watchdog?"

Xuan Su: "..."

This monk does not speak like a monk.

Luo Ziting frowned: "Using corpse water like this is more like ‘cleaning’ than destroying corpses."

What can't be left on those corpses? Why do we have to use corpse water?

He was still thinking, Xuan Su suddenly got up.

There was a sudden woman laugh in the forest.

The laughter was sometimes tactful and charming, and sometimes it was like crying and howling. From the first one voice to the later thousands of people cried and laughed in unison, but they just circled in the woods and went straight. Ears, there is no sound of wind.

Those with high skill will immediately stabilize the internal breath. Those with weaker skill will suddenly feel the real qi disorder and headache and tinnitus. If you want to close your ears and listen, your heart will become irritable, or even vomit blood.

The laughter can no longer be heard by a few people. I only know that it is deafening when howling, and suffocating when weeping, stirring up people's breath.

Xuan Su's eyes were cold, and the copper flute on his waist was in his hand, crossing his lips.

He blew out a staccato.

The staccato sound was so high that it was as if a mad bird slammed into it. When the laughter turned high and low, it suddenly inserted, and interrupted it mercilessly. Then, after singing the scriptures, Hengyuan's lips moved, and the opening and closing speed was not fast. It's not slow, but every word can just close the syllable with the cry of laughter.

Luo Ziting finally eased. He looked at Hengyuan in amazement. The world said that there is no successor to West Buddha, but Fang Xiao has been hiding himself for several years.

He settled, drew his sword, forced himself to calm down, holding his breath to distinguish the direction of the sound.

The sound of flute, scriptures, laughter, crying, multiple noises overlap and separate, it is simply miserable. However, there were so many people on the other side, Xuan Su and Hengyuan had a long aura, and it was difficult to distinguish between them for a while. They looked at each other with Luo Ziting and nodded secretly.

The next moment, the scriptures replaced the flute sound, gradually getting higher and bigger, wrestling with the cry and laughter, and neither of them dared to relax first after fighting for their internal strength. Seeing beads of sweat looming on Hengyuan’s forehead, the cries and laughter over there disappeared. The original chorus was gone. The silent flute sounded again. This time there was a stupid sound, breaking the wind when the scriptures and the cries and laughter converge. Rising up, as if thunder in the sky of Nine Heavens, trembling with ears, cracking the void like water and breaking a mirror, rippling away when the water waves rippling, and returning back!

At the same time, Luo Ziting listened to the correct position, and the long sword in his hand rose into the air, but when he heard a soft "pounce", it seemed that someone fell from a height, and then everything fell silent, and all around him fell to death. Generally quiet.

"It's a man from the sprite gate." A middle-aged man guarded several injured juniors behind his back with a horizontal sword, and at the same time exclaimed, "These guys are the best at tricking sneak attacks. You guys should protect each other. Place an order."

As soon as his voice fell, the people who had been trained in the series of killings and tacit understanding had already opened the battle, and the sense of killing in the forest suddenly filled with swords.

Since ancient times, defense is not as good as offense.

Xuan Su and Hengyuan looked at each other, the young monk opened his palms, and the string connecting the beads broke, and 108 red sandalwood beads were shot out from all directions, and several of them went into the mouth of the bowl. Among the thick trees, several muffled hums suddenly came from the dark, and the smell of blood dissipated with the wind.

At the same time, the green front of the Wuwei sword was out of its sheath. This sword was only a foot long. When it fell, the wind of the sword was as real as it was. The trees broke and bloodstained in the throat of the thief hiding behind. The eyes are still open.

This blood stained the loess, like a prelude to the smoke of gunpowder. In an instant, several black shadows flashed from the front, left and right on three sides. There were about a hundred people, and the leader was a beautiful woman, with a moving posture and revealing clothes. , It's a pity to describe it as embarrassing, a bloodstain ran across the face diagonally, and it was also lacking to reduce the color of seven points to three points.

The middle-aged man who reminded them earlier said in a low voice: "The deputy master of the sprite gate, Di Yourong."

Everyone's heart froze, Xuan Su's gaze flicked on the bloodstain. It should have been scratched by a sharp weapon not long ago. Watching the wound, I am afraid that the other party used a spear weapon to poke the front door directly. Di You Rong's face was cut away when she couldn't dodge, so she went deep and simple, and tore a piece of flesh at the front corner of the front.

Di Yourong sighed softly, raised his hand to pin the messy temple hair behind his ears, his eyes were like autumn water reflecting waves Yingying, that **** scar was like a rouge across the snowy skin, enchanting and pitiful. Touching.

"All the heroes are all masculine, why can't you get along with me like a female class?" She looked over sadly, knowing that this person is a demon girl, and there are still people whose minds are floating, even breathing for this A false but real anger is disorder.

Hengyuan chanted "Amitabha Buddha". The sound was not loud, but it was like a bell in the evening drum and morning. It shocked everyone and immediately recovered.

"It's a monk again." Di Yourong was interrupted by him, and the color of anger flashed in his eyes.

Xuan Su didn't give her the chance to confuse the people with deceitful words. Seeing that the two sides had begun to fight, the Wuwei Sword was turned in his hand, and the man and the sword almost turned into a dashing phantom, shocked Di Yourong back down. Lian's feet were raised high and kicked precisely on the hilt, while supporting the ground with one palm, the body turned over, and the legs clamped Xuan Su's sword holding arm.

The skirt was flying, revealing a large section of smooth and white skin. Poor Xuansu had not known Fengyue since he was a child, and his arms were wrapped in this warm fragrant nephrite, and he immediately closed his eyes.

Di Yourongman smiled, his eyes flowed ruthlessly, one leg twisted Xuansu's elbow, one leg was kicked heavily on his chest, and then he released his confinement, using the counter-shock force to rise up, with a line in his sleeve. Hanmang swallowed, and the poisoned dagger turned into cold light and wiped Xuansu's throat.

"Ding--" The dagger hit the Wuwei Sword impartially, Xuan Su did not open his eyes, but his left hand accurately buckled Di Yourong's right wrist vein, and at the same time Hengyuan bullied his body and approached, with a fluttering punch. Falling on Xuan Su's back.

An inner strength of strength and softness was transmitted to Di Yourong through Xuansu's body. The former was not unusual, and the latter turned pale. The body was shaken away and hit the tree. When he looked up, his face looked like Gold paper opened his mouth and vomited a pool of blood.

"Futu Quanjing" is the famous martial arts of the West Buddha. Although it is the most rigid to yang martial arts, the moves pay great attention to the combination of rigidity and softness. Hengyuan has been taught for eight years, and the essentials have already been memorized. Gourmet is so familiar, but trapped in extreme ethics, it can't be seen through.

Until now, the eight-year prison has been broken, and the past and the past have all returned to the loess.

He finally found his way.

Di Yourong was caught off guard by this punch. If she hadn't used her internal force to protect her lungs in time, she was afraid that her heart could be broken by the strength of the punch. She was originally injured, but now she suffered repeated injuries. Seeing that the war in the forest did not prevail, he immediately blew his whistle with his fingers, so that his confidant would not love the war, and quickly retreated.

At this moment, the bowstring sound suddenly sounded, Xuan Su's ear power was very good, and the footwork that he wanted to chase gave a good life. He turned back and held the sword and fell back in front of the Baidao people, shouting: "Get down!" /

Everyone didn't suspect him, and the slow response was pressed by the people around him. Almost in the next moment, several arrows flew out from the back of Di Yourong and others' previous path, and the three waves were connected, and the time was different. Almost in a moment, the angle is strange, and it is fast and strong. Several sprite disciples just flew up and became self-defeating targets. Especially such a large area of ​​arrows did not accidentally hurt the area where the Baidao people were. The timing was right. , The precision of the position calculation shows the high calculation of the orderer.

Di Yourong escaped from the arrow rain with his light work and danger. When he entered the jungle before he could stand firmly, his face changed. The sleeves swept away the oncoming weapons. However, although the manpower was insufficient, he had to respond. It was extremely fast, and the body turned around, but the weapon shot back from the armpit after the backhand, and used 80% of the force to penetrate the flesh!

The blood-stained cold iron spear tip penetrated Di Yourong's abdomen and penetrated through her back. She was still unwilling to give up under the severe pain. The dagger in her sleeve came out of her hand and shot the gunman at the door. She was young. The light girl didn't blink her eyes, but her expression was cold, and she added two extra effort to herself.

A stone pierced through the air, knocking the dagger away when it was too late. At the same time, the spear had moved forward with the master's footsteps and picked up Di Yourong, like a human-like battle flag.

Qin Lanchang wiped a handful of blood splashed on her face, and smiled at Xuan Su and they turned into a weird cat, but the smile was fleeting, and she saw her sweeping the scene. The remnants of the door, the surviving green voice is as cold as Jin Ge: "Except for my robe, no one will stay!"