Sealing Sword Chapter 101: A long way
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Xuan Su was awakened by a walnut.
When Ye Fusheng left the room, although he was meditating and practicing Qi, he was not unaware of his surroundings, but he didn't follow him out of respect. He didn't expect that after a while, he would wait until such a return.
The walnut smashed in from the gap in the window, but the branches outside had stopped trembling. It can be seen that the man's effort was almost like the wind passing by. Taking a look at Xie Li, who was sleeping, Xuan Su picked up the walnut and squeezed it open. There was a note hidden inside: Bring Elder Duan Heng, and rush to Liuhe in the south of the city. There is a clue in Wuxiang Temple.
He didn't recognize the handwriting, but saw a leaf in the walnut shell.
I must be certain that Xuan Su quietly left the room like a shadow in the night, and walked silently through the corridor without knocking on the door. He pointed to the crack on the door, and Duan Heng's door was opened by him.
Turning around and taking a palm, Xuan Su raised his fingers and gave a "hush" to his lips. Seeing Duanheng frowned and withdrew the move, he quickly passed the note and leaves.
"It's a mystery..." Duan Heng snorted, but he opened the note and read it, frowning.
Xuan Su's light power is not weak, and it's okay to balance his body skills. The two jumped down from the window and headed south under the shade of the trees.
Liuhe is in the southern outskirts of the city. There are many willow trees growing around. There are lush vegetation and gurgling water. Naturally, there are more snakes, insects, rats and ants, and there are few people to live in.
But tonight, this place is destined to be lively.
Ye Fusheng leaned against a willow tree, wrapped his arms around him, closed his eyes and slumbered, his feet slumped with flesh.
Not like a person who can walk upright, just like a mess of mud.
He dragged the monk here from the Mingzhu Gambling House, first took the good medicine he brought with him to treat the wound, and even protected the other's heart with a pure internal force before he began to question.
About him, his smile is gentle and gentle, like a compassionate Bodhisattva. The fake monk who used to lick his blood naturally doesn't take him seriously, and his words are nonsense.
The nonsense was over, and Ye Fusheng moved his hands.
He still has a smile on his face, but his eyes look like a window paper punctured by the tip of a knife, tearing hypocrisy and pretense, revealing a cold sharp edge, the corners of his pale mouth hooked into a deadly hook, as if the next moment It's about to go.
If this is really a bodhisattva, it is also a kind-faced ghost bodhisattva.
Ye Fusheng said: "You have a prajna flower tattoo on your body. It seems that you have been carved on your skin for at least five years. From rotten skin to heart, you just have no personality."
While he was talking, he pointed at the other party's shoulder, and the force of the thundering fingers burst, the meridians seemed to explode, and the monk almost screamed. As a result, his mouth was blocked by a stone and his teeth were almost broken.
The meridian of his left arm was broken every inch, Ye Fusheng took down the stone with blood and water, and said with a smile: "I have a bad temper today and I owe patience. I especially hate the dog in the soul-burial palace. I only want to listen to what people want to hear. , The master wants to talk about it later."
As the dark guard of the emperor, Ye Fusheng knows all the secretive things like spying and torture all year round. Ye Fusheng knows all those methods of extorting a confession, even if he doesn’t have the tools of torture in Ouchi now. Ask a person to survive but not to die.
In Huanghuazhen’s extortion of a confession, he had considered Chu Xiwei’s unwillingness to let the person see these things, but he didn’t expect that Chu Xiwei’s methods were not inferior to him. Thinking of this, Ye Fusheng's mood was even worse. His fingers fell on the fake monk's left knee, but it was a gesture of "stretching flowers".
"What position do you hold in the Soul Burial Palace? What is the purpose of coming to the Wuxiang Temple? What is your position in the Wuxiang Temple?"
The fake monk was sweaty on his forehead, and his lips were trembling, but he didn't say a word.
The mouth is harder than a mussel shell. No wonder it has been able to spend all these days with Yingxiu. After all, the latter has to keep a thread of information if he wants information, and it is no better than Ye Fusheng's heart and cruelty.
Even if it’s a thousand-year-old tortoise, it’s hard to step on soft flesh after a hard shell is broken?
He usually looks like a good-talking brother next door, but there is really no mercy for these villains behind the conspiracy.
The stone was blocked again, and the hand sank on the knee and lifted the whole patella out of the joint. The internal force was shaken in it. Even if the flesh was still playing well, the knee was crushed and there was nowhere to focus. .
The pain of broken bones pierced the lungs, Ye Fusheng also squeezed one of his palms, and asked with a smile: "This time I posted a martial arts conference, does it mean to see the abbot? You have installed in various sects. How many concealed piles? What are you drawing this time?"
The fake monk's eyes burst out, staring at him like a fish with alive scales, and muttering: "Kill me..."
"Heh, can the people who fall on your hands have such easy relief? They are all bedbugs struggling in the quagmire, what kind of iron-clad heroes pretend to be?" Ye Fusheng pulled hard and pulled off the bloodshot nails. , "Speak out, I tell you to die quickly; if you don't tell, I make you live in pain."
When Xuan Su and Duan Heng came here, the torture was over.
The false monk's meridians were broken all over his body, his internal strength was also abolished, his body was fractured in many bones, and his right hand had five nails pulled out.
Ye Fusheng used the skill and timing of his questioning very well. He did not rely on torture blindly. Instead, he would throw out the question he had already guessed and knock on the happy door whenever he lost his mind. The minutiae are all combined, and through repeated inquiries to observe the authenticity, abandoning the falsehood mixed with it, leaving the information that I want.
Seeing that Xuan Su and Duan Heng had arrived, he glanced at the people on the ground, and explained the matter of going to Mingzhu Gambling Shop to inquire about intelligence, only the part of the dark feather was hidden, and the simple and concise but straight to the point.
Although the name of Mingzhu Gambling House is not spread on the surface, it plays an important role in the secret, even the Supreme Palace has heard of it. Although Duanheng couldn't get through with him in small matters, he was never vague about major issues. He confirmed that Ye Fusheng's words were true, so he carefully looked at the fake monk's face and said, "I recognize this face. His disciple Henghe, who currently serves as the West Hall of Wuxiang Temple, is said to have been a monk since childhood."
Ye Fusheng raised his eyebrows, touched the fake monk’s face, and smiled: "The face is this face, and the person is not this person. Xiao Yangu, the lord of the White Tiger Palace of the Burial of Souls, is the best at disfigurement. All kinds of hues, young and old, came to her at their fingertips, especially the mask made of human skin is lifelike. This face should have been peeled off by her alive and moved on this human face. The clothes are seamless."
Xuan Su's face turned cold, and he was a little uncomfortable with such harsh things, and he wanted to raise his hand to end this person and seek justice for the tragic death of Henghe.
Moving his eyes to calm the anger in his chest, Xuan Su asked: "Looking at the floating life, it seems that there has been a plan."
He was younger than Ye Fusheng, but he started earlier than he did, and he took up the title of senior brother. However, Ye Fusheng has a seasoned manner in life and life. Xuan Su couldn't say "Junior Brother", so he couldn't say anything. Its name, intersect in peace.
"Yun Shu is overestimated." Ye Fusheng shook his head and pointed to the fake monk. "This person is a member of the'Sky Spider' in the Five Poison Guard of the Soul Burial Palace. He specializes in lurking and spying. Bu Xueyao, the master of the Vermilion Bird Palace, was in charge. This time, he was ordered to replace Heng He to sneak into the Wuxiang Temple, display his hands and feet next to the abbot of Sejian, secretly exchange the manpower in the temple, and brought the "Hundred Foot" that the Lord had assassinated into the Wuxiang Temple."
Duan Heng's face changed: "Isn't anyone in the temple aware of such a big action?"
"Wuxiang Temple has a large population, and they have been planning this since a few years ago. They stole and exchanged pillars every three times, and they have a way of'moisturizing things and silently'...not to mention that the abbot of Sejian was controlled, and Xi Buddha could not go out for many years. If the concealment is good, the news will naturally be hidden." Ye Fusheng closed his eyes, "What's more, in this action, the Soul Burial Palace is an accessory and the mastermind."
Xuan Su was startled: "The mastermind?"
"It will rain in the sky, and the wind will rise first in the north." Ye Fusheng said vaguely, but Duan Heng immediately understood.
Holding on Xuan Su with one hand, Duan Heng's somewhat turbid old eyes flashed brightly: "How dare Chu Yuan?"
"It's already on the cusp of the storm, the difference between success and failure, why dare you?" Ye Fusheng said, "This person came here to connect with Chu Yuan's secret guard, and only when he was stared at by the ground snake did he reveal the situation? However, both Chu Yuan and He Lianyu should get the news this time. The follow-up arrangements will naturally be adjusted. The plan that he learned from him is useless."
Xuan Su frowned; "In that case, we should confess this matter to fellow martial artists as soon as possible, and guard against the trap of the Soul Burial Palace!"
Duan Heng shook his head: "Three teachings and nine streams, all over the world, how easy is it to notify them in a short time? A carelessly throwing grass and scaring a snake, I am afraid that the beast will go crazy and the consequences will be even more disastrous."
"There are already many disciples who have entered Wenchan Mountain. Although we have time to run, but if we want to get them out, we have to pretend to be foolish and go deep into the tiger's lair, waiting for the opportunity to contact various sect managers, and secretly investigate the hidden piles. , And try to meet with abbot Sejian and Zen Master Sekong.” Ye Fusheng raised his eyes, “but black hands like this, they like to use two pipes for insurance... such as setting the urn in the front and breaking the back.”
The martial arts conference was held, and half of the elites of all sects had already come out.
Xuan Su's face changed drastically, Duan Heng lowered his eyes, and said, "I will use the dark channel to bring the information and this person back to the Supreme Palace. Please Brother Duan Qing try to secretly pass the remaining guards of the various schools to beware of the mountain gate and prepare for the back ."
Ye Fusheng sighed lightly.
As an elder, Duan Heng shouldn't leave the inn for too long. He rushed to and fro when he mentioned the fake monk, hoping to make arrangements during the night.
Only left Xuan Su stayed beside Ye Fusheng, the young Daoist's eyes drooped, his face was light, and he looked a little depressed.
Unable to sleep left or right, Ye Fusheng led him back while asking: "I feel uncomfortable when I hear these secret calculations?"
Xuan Su nodded: "Before going down the mountain, Master Uncle Duan Qing once said to me,'The world is thousands of miles away, and one step is hurting the rivers and lakes', so I can't take it lightly, and I can't waste my ideas... At that time I think the arena is a dangerous place."
"Swords, lights, swords and shadows, love, hatred, and hatred, are naturally dangerous." Ye Fusheng smiled, "However, the epiphany blooms in the evening, and the swan song begins at the end. Many legends in the world are written in a lifetime of nine deaths. Beauty is like a flower, and the country is picturesque ; A smile of gratitude, a pot of dirty wine... The danger of the arena lies in the hearts of the people, and the beauty of the rivers and lakes lies in the love."
Xuan Su looked at him: "The beautiful rivers and lakes, after walking through the **** storm, won't you get tired?"
"Of course I will be bored, but where in life is there no place?" Ye Fusheng rubbed the handle of the knife. "My teacher once closed the knife and retired and became home, but eventually he died in the rivers and lakes."
Xuan Su frowned.
"It is said that Jianghu is a three-zhanghongtai, singing a drama of ups and downs, joys and sorrows, and after the end of the song." Ye Fusheng looked at him, "but I think the rivers and lakes are just a road, with ups and downs. , Going through wind and rain."
This road is winding and winding, full of flowers and thorns, there are avenues that go side by side, and there are also paths that walk alone. Sometimes the mountains and rivers give rise to pride, or the deep rivers and valleys linger. Many people failed to reach the end, either gave up halfway, went astray, or stayed at a certain mountain pass forever.
Everyone has their own mood and fate, and advances and retreats are beyond criticism, but people have to go on if they are still alive for one day.
"Aren't you tired after carrying so many things on your back?" Xuan Su understood the hidden meaning of his words, and couldn't help asking.
"Of course I am tired." Ye Fusheng smiled, "But when I put down the things on my back, and feel that I am as light as nothing, I still have to carry them on my back and continue walking, lest I be blown away by the wind. No roots and no more."
It doesn’t matter whether you are bored or likes or dislikes. When you live in heaven and earth, you should travel far with a heavy burden.
Either heavier than Mount Tai, or lighter than a feather, there is gratitude and hatred, right and wrong, and righteousness.
There are so many different opinions to outsiders, only I know it in my heart, and I am willing to carry it through thousands of mountains and rivers, and overcome obstacles.
They say that I feel at home as my hometown, but in fact, every step I have taken is my way home.
Ye Fusheng put his hands behind his head, with a grass stalk in his mouth, humming a little song while walking in the night road——
"The road of red and dust travels, floating and sinking in the waves, young people cherish the heroes and old, and sigh for the photos of the red face; the lofty ambitions are in the sky, three thousand sorrows, no matter how much they know, the chivalrous bones and soft intestines carry both shoulders. Wine. It's just that the wind is happy, the clouds and the rain are all talking and laughing; the love is pouring, the loyalty is screaming, the liver and the gall are swept by a sword! One song, thousands of miles away, whoever lives and death with me, let him live and die..."