Sealing Sword Chapter 186: Inside story

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At the beginning, Xie Li wanted to stay in Wen Chan Mountain, not because his head became hot on impulse.

He thought very well. He now has nothing to gain a foothold in the rivers and lakes except for the shelter of Yu Yin and Xie’s family at Broken Water Villa. Ye Fusheng can lead him to martial arts knowledge, but he cannot take care of him for the rest of his life. There are hundreds of thousands of miles, after all, I have to walk through it step by step.

Therefore, seeing that the overall situation of Chanshan Mountain is initially determined, he does not want to follow Xue Chanyi back to Garan City, but stays here to accept the follow-up polishing, seeing the big things and small love with his own eyes, and learning a little bit eagerly. Use or stay away.

But he didn't expect this change to come so unexpectedly and upset.

On the night three days ago, before the Great Buddha Pagoda fire, Xie Li also went to the Pagoda.

He couldn't sleep at night. While thinking about what he had seen and heard these days, he also missed a lot of people. However, these words were no one to tell under the ancient Buddhist temple of the blue lantern. Xie Li thought about it and finally decided Bite the scalp to find Duanqing.

Xie Li and Duan Qing did not actually have much communication. The only brief meeting in Dongming Valley and the only conversations on Wangchen Peak were all point-to-point, neither shallow nor deep. In Xie Li’s impression, this Taoist leader is Ye Fusheng’s close relatives and respect, and he should be trusted, and although his personality is cold, he is calm and reliable. He does not expect Duan Qing to give him any guidance. I just want to whisper my hesitation to an elder when I am confused.

However, as soon as Xie Li arrived outside of Tallinn, he saw Duan Qing hurried out of the Buddha Tower. His face was paler than snow reflected by moonlight, except for his eyes that were red as blood.

He was startled, and saw Song Wei of the Konghua faction chasing after him, calling for Duanqing to stay while rushing, but the white-haired Daoist was like avoiding a scourge and never looked back.

"I don't know what happened, and I followed them until a small forest... They were surrounded by a group of killers." After a pause, Xie Li's eyes showed a complex look, "Leader The middle-aged man, holding a large epee, called himself'Wei Changyun'."

Except for A Ru, the faces of the other five people all changed, and Xue Chanyi was even more involved in the case: "He didn't die, so he went to ask Chanshan?!"

"Miss Xue, don't get excited yet, listen to the young master who has finished speaking." Lu Mingyuan spoke slowly and winked at Qin Lanshang at the same time, and the eldest lady immediately left the door knowingly.

As the door closed, Xie Li spoke again: "He was carrying more than a dozen killers. The strange thing is that four of them are women, and they all look and dress the same... Well, the crimson clothes are in a high bun, facing each other. The Daoist killer, on the one hand..."

He was a bit entangled here. After all, the ten-year-old child had not seen Fengyue, and he didn't know how to describe the scenes of those disguised female assassins opposing each other with ingenuity.

The four female assassins, whose stature descriptions and postures are the same as those of Gu Qifang, have turned into only four dead bodies.

When Duan Qing struck Wei Changjun’s epee with a sword, Xie Li, who was hiding in the bushes and dare not to come out, heard the man’s laugh: "Dao Master, you are angry."

He vaguely remembered that Xuan Su and Ye Fusheng had talked about Duanqing's exercises when they were in Jialan City, saying that they had entered the state of "forgetting feelings too much. Xie Li didn't know any realm at a young age, but he also knew that the so-called "several love" should mean that all the emotions and desires were gone, and he lived like a wooden person.

How can a wooden man get angry?

He covered his mouth with both hands, for fear that he would say a word, and watched the **** fight in the woodland.

The eight killers joined forces with Wei Changjun to besiege Duanqing, and the remaining four all pounced on Song Wei, apparently unwilling to let go of this extra life. As a major disciple of the Konghua School, Song Wei has a high level of martial arts and has a lot of experience in the world. However, his double fists are difficult to match with four hands. After a few rounds, he is already in danger. Xie Li is anxious in the bushes, wanting to rush up. Knowing it is cumbersome, I want to go back to report but I am afraid that these people will be disturbed. I don't know what to do.

Wei Changjun and the eight assassins worked together to deal with Duanqing, the white-haired Taoist whose eyes had turned scarlet, but he did not lose sight of it. He started more and more fiercely, and he was shocked to see him.

Just as the stalemate was about to be broken, the flames lit up from Tallinn.

The fire is blazing red in the night sky, as if blood is pouring down in their eyes.

Song Wei was distracted, and was cut on the back with a knife. If he hadn't been for Duanqing and left a line of clarity, and waved his sword to protect him, he might be cut in two before the killer fell on his head.

At this time, there were only five standing people in the woodland, and Wei Changjun said: "What happened tonight offends the Daoist Chief. It is just a matter of urgency and authority. Even if you can't do it, you can't regret it. If the Daoist still remembers the past... …"

"I, I don’t have the ‘old’ with you."

From the beginning of the war, Xie Li finally heard Duan Qing speak, his voice was very soft and cold, and the sword in his hand was bleeding like a shot, but he didn't have his own blood.

The next moment, Xie Li saw a sword he had never heard or witnessed in his life!

Wei Changyun is the same.

He is a master of swordsman. He has also fought life and death with many swordsmen. He has seen swordsmanship on the rivers and lakes. Even Helianyu’s Qianyuan has compared with Baiyue. However, he has always been somewhat regret.

Some people say that if you have seen the white snow in the mountains, you will be like a shoe on the mountains and wilds.

Wei Changjun has seen Mu Qingshang's sword.

The light is clear and the dust is broken, the clouds are breaking through the sky.

Unfortunately, that was the only time, and the last time, on the unnamed deep stream in the southwest, the sword aura like a rainbow split through the encirclement, but finally fell on the mountain.

The sword of that man agreed with the name "Poyun" and blended into the long-lasting cloud and mist of the mountain stream.

After years, even if Wei Changjun saw the swordsman who used to be a gentleman put down his long hair, took off an arrow-sleeve uniform, and became a cold and affectionate Taoist leader, like He Lianyu, he thought People change, Mu Qingshang only learned to refuse after being betrayed.

Until Duan Qing swept through the throats of the four people, the wrists turned upside down and fell on Wei Changyun's Baiyue Sword.

The Baiyue Sword is made of high mountain iron stone, weighs 146 jin, is about three feet long, and has a width of more than a palm. It is difficult for ordinary warriors to handle it, not to mention that it can be swung freely like Wei Changyun, often with swords, guns and swords. If you fall on it, you will be shocked and hurt yourself.

However, after a loud clang, Wei Changyun's hands suddenly lightened. Before he could take a closer look, there was a sharp pain in his shoulder, blood spurting out, and half of his face was dyed red.

Baiyue was cut in two with a sword, and the sword's edge was cast on Wei Changyun's shoulder, splitting the flesh and inserting it into the bone.

Xie Li took a breath, but no one noticed him anymore.

For the first time, Wei Changjun knew that Jianfeng could be so cold.

The ice-cold sword blade slashed through the flesh and blood, pulled back the long sword, looked at the broken blade of Baiyue on the ground, an inexplicable expression flashed in his eyes quickly, and said to Wei Changyun: "You remember when you first got this sword, Did Mu Qingshang say anything to you?"

——The name of the sword is "Hundred Mountains", which is based on the heart of high mountains and iron stones, and gives the meaning of majestic mountains. However, the vicissitudes of the mountains do not change because they do not move or hate. Only by asking for what is required can we stand aloof. Chang Yun, since you have won the "Hundred Mountains", you need to know that it is a steady, immobile sword, and you must remember why you hold the sword today to go further on this sword.

——I...I want to live.

——Then hold the sword for the sake of "birth", whether for yourself or for people, no matter whether you stand or stand in the world, don't trample on the word "birth".

The simple word "sheng" has been trampled into mud on the day when he had been soaked in innocent blood during the years he devoted himself to following He Lianyu.

His kendo, his hundred mountains, were all destroyed in his own hands.

The sword is like the man, and the sword breaks and kills.

"Helianyu is not worthy of Qianyuan, and you are not worthy of Baiyue, man, why would you always betray yourself?" After Duan Qing said this, he turned around and hurried back towards the Buddha Tower.

The heart Xie Li mentioned hadn't fallen back, and was almost screamed by the following incident.

Wei Changjun, who was already kneeling down, suddenly moved.

He got up with one hand on the ground, and slammed his arms towards Duan Qing. The white-haired Taoist didn’t leave his hands again this time, and turned around with a sword pierced through his chest. The force of force nailed Wei Changyun to the trunk behind him. on.

However, Wei Changyun's palm has fallen on his dantian.

The man's face was flushed when he got up, and his forehead was full of blue veins, as if blood was pouring all over his face, but his face was as white as paper after this palm.

Through the moonlight, Xie Li saw Duan Qing's profile face, and the pale face faded away in an instant.

A bit of blood spilled over the corner of his mouth, Duan Qing let go of his sword, and knelt down on one knee.

Wei Changjun had already said that the whole sentence was unsuccessful. He watched Duanqing stand up again with his hands on the ground, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and smiled bitterly: "Dao Master, you haven't tasted this'inverse element secret method' Suffering, I will wait for the matter tonight. Rather than... fighting to get hurt by a thousand husbands, it's better to... Take advantage of the time when the two sides are not free, first, go back... Supreme Palace, Dong Minggu, there are thousands of mountains and rivers in the world, there should always be a place for you, why bother......"

Before he could finish speaking, his voice suddenly changed into a depressed cry. Xie Li didn't dare to move. He stared wide-eyed and watched Duan Qing re-hold the hilt, spit out the long sword with all his strength, without saying a word, turned back and rushed into the mountain road, heading towards Tallinn.

Xie Li opened his eyes and watched Qingyuan, his hands and feet were numb and sore to unconscious, and still did not dare to move, until Wei Changyun, who fell to the ground, picked up the broken sword and staggered out of here, he did not pounce. Out of the bushes, shaking his hands to touch Song Wei.

"He is still alive, and I only took a little golden sore medicine with me. At that time, I didn't know who else to trust, so I hid the person. I wanted to go back to the monastery to find Taoist Duanheng..." Xie Li recalled What happened that night still felt shocked, "But when I arrived at the temple, I found that everything was in chaos. Everyone scattered around to chase and chase the senior, and also said that he was the murderer who killed and burned the tower and rescued Helianyu. Thief, I finally squeezed into the crowd, and saw that Senior was already surrounded by groups. He couldn't say a word and couldn't break through the encirclement smoothly... I was afraid that the stalemate would intensify, so I rushed into the circle. , Pretending to be held hostage by the predecessors, let everyone make way."

Before he finished speaking, Xuan Su had already landed on the table.

The palm was very light, and there was almost no sound when it fell. However, when Xuan Su's palm picked it up, a half inch sunken handprint appeared on the originally smooth tabletop.

"How can you just listen and believe in things that are planted and blamed?!"

Xuan Su has a kind temperament and has always spoken lukewarm. By this time, there was no smile on his face, and his voice was as cold as running water.

"Dao Master Xuan Su will calm down for the time being." Hengyuan put his hand on his shoulder, and the young monk's voice was as soft as a wisp of sandalwood smoke in front of the Buddha, and at this time he was just right to suppress Xuansu's anger, "Don't forget. When you leave the mountain, please read the words of Chief Qing Dao."

——Xuan Su, this time you have gone down the mountain to experience the tribulations, you can observe the various situations of life, solve the confusion of the past, and understand the world's emotions to a higher level, and have a glimpse of the "ren situation" great perfection. During this period, your mood and feelings will be more buoyant than before. Therefore, you have to let your emotions and feelings be felt, and you must learn to control and self-control, such as climbing a single tree on the cliff of Baizhang, and live calmly without chaos. Fangcun, otherwise it will be embarrassing and go astray.

As soon as I thought of this, it was like a basin of cold water poured on his face. The anger rising in Xuan Su's heart had not been extinguished, but a cold sweat was already coming out from behind.

He tightened his five fingers, Hengyuan shook his head, looked at Xie Li, and asked warmly: "Since the young master and the Dao Qing have left Wenchan Mountain together, why is there no Taoist figure now? Will bring Song Shaoxia here?"

Xie Li shook his head and said: "Because Senior didn't go with me."

At that time, people hurried people and talked, no matter what they were doing, he pretended to be held hostage, causing everyone to throw a rat and let go of the siege, and opened a way of retreat in order to clear up the situation. He wanted to make the situation obvious first. The white-haired Daoist took away the place of right and wrong, and then went back to Daochang Duanheng and Abbot Sejian to make an idea.

But he didn't expect that no matter what he said along the way, Duan Qing would be unheard of, without saying a word, he only carried light work and lifted his energy, and the young boy was lighter than a chicken under his hand. In a blink of an eye, he was dizzy during this illness, and then his **** hurts. Xie Li fell from Duan Qing's hand and sat down on the ground.

It was a concealed wild trail down the mountain. Duan Qing let go and ignored him. His eyes swept through the moonlight coldly. Xie Li followed his eyes and saw a few drops of blood on a bluestone.

"The blood hadn't dried up yet, and the senior didn't say a word, and followed the direction...If I didn't guess wrong, senior might have been chasing the escaped Helianyu." Xie Li raised his head. Looking at them, "I can't catch up with him, nor dare to return to the temple rashly, thinking that no matter how the situation develops, someone will be able to prove the truth, so I went up to the mountain and brought Song Shaoxia out."

At present, the group of heroes are gathered in Wuxiang Temple, but it is also a mixture of dragons and snakes. Since someone can be touched into the Buddha Pagoda to rescue Helianyu, wouldn't it be easier to kill him and Song Wei?

In the three years that Xie Li was rigorously taught in Broken Water Villa, martial arts did not necessarily make a step to the sky, but became sensitive, and grew more than an ordinary child with an exquisite heart.

Duan Qing took him away in full view. Everyone headed down the mountain to chase and hunt, but would ignore some of the trails back to the mountain. Besides, he is a child who is not a major figure. How many people will pay attention?

So Xie Li couldn't catch up with Duanqing. After hesitating for a moment, he twisted onto the mountain, avoiding people along the way, and finally found Song Wei who was hidden in the cave by himself.

Xie Li rolled himself on the ground into a mud monkey, his clothes were torn to ragged, and Song Wei was also smashed. The refugee shack built along the mountain road stayed for the longest night, and then in the sky. When it was still dark, the villagers took advantage of the opportunity to go down the mountain with the villagers to drag Song Wei away with his back and a half.

He is a ten-year-old child, if he hadn't practiced martial arts since he was a child, and his basic skills were fairly solid, I am afraid he would not be able to bring these young men in their early twenties. Along the way, Xie Li was frightened, lest there would be ambushes by unscrupulous people along the way, and always walked forward among the refugees. He couldn't eat good food during the day and couldn't sleep well at night. When there was a little disturbance, he subconsciously clenched the knife hidden under his clothes.

Xie Li is not only taking care of Song Wei with great care, but also remembering the suffering of life with his own eyes.

He thinks that the destruction of his family is hate, but he does not know that the homeless can never hate;

He thinks that he is lonely when he loses his relatives, but he doesn't know that the unaccompanied people are uncountable to each other;

He thinks he can acquire civil and military skills, but he doesn't know that the crude and humble people are still down to earth.

There are many forms of sentient beings in the world, and they have not put themselves in the place for a while, how do you know what the real happiness is?

There are thousands of roads, life is infinite, with its own way of living and persistence.

"..."

After Xie Li finished talking about this journey, no one in the living room spoke for a while, only Aru, who had been silent for a long time, raised his head and glanced at him, rubbing the arm of the chair with his fingers.

After a long while, Xuan Su finally said again: "Thank you, Shao Zhuangzhu, for your hard work, for leaving witnesses to the grievances of the elders of my teacher's family to wash Xuexue. Xuan Su is deeply impressed by this feeling. Since I asked about the incident on the Zen mountain, I am implicated in Taishang. Gong, Pang Dao must go back, one is to prove the elder’s innocence, and the other is to get to the bottom. I beg you all for the affairs of Garan City."

"The little monk went back with the Dao Chief." Hengyuan nodded at him, "In this incident, there are brothers in the temple casualties. Brother Hengming is upright and upright, afraid of being taken advantage of by others. I am afraid of being stretched. The little monk, as a disciple of no phase, has exhausted his duty to **** the wounded back to Garan, and he should return to the monastery as soon as possible."

Lu Mingyuan's gaze shifted on them. The scholar did not personally experience the Great Tribulation of Wuxiang Temple, and naturally did not know the unbreakable grievances between Hengyuan and Xuansu, and only from Hengyuan’s words Two meanings are captured here. One is that the monk believes that there are sneaky among the monks in the temple, and the other is that he intends to use his identity as a disciple of no phase and heir of the West Buddha to return to the temple to add a layer of support to Xuan Su's position.

He blinked and smiled slightly: "I have already seen Song Shaoxia's injuries below. Although his injuries are serious but there is no worry about his life, now with medical help, he will get better within two days, and then I will trouble Miss Xue. Bring the Young Master and personally **** him up to the Zen Mountain. The reasons for everything in the city of Garan will be taken over with Ms. Qin. I wonder what you think?"

The city of Garan is now full of mess that needs to be cleaned up, and the most important thing is the martial arts people who are coming soon. Now it’s hard to tell the enemy and us on the Zen mountain. Xuan Su and Hengyuan’s trip will not go smoothly. If the Southern Confucianism is passed on to the various factions that come to lead the Qing Dynasty, Miss Baiguimen will use her power to make arrangements. This is preconceived. It's much better than making up for it.

Hengyuan and Lu Mingyuan looked at each other, and the two people with thoughts on their minds were tacit understanding.

They continued to discuss matters on matters. Qin Lanchang Xiang went out and sent the "ghost shadow" guards left by Chu Xiwei to contact the Hundred Ghosts in Garan City. He sat on the window cafe and watched The bustling crowd below waited for a reply.

The time for a cup of tea has passed, and the subordinates sent have not yet come back, but some people are sitting opposite her, and no guards lurking around him stop him, and even make no sound.

Qin Lanshang sensed that it was wrong, but did not rashly move as before. The cup-holding fingertips slid gently, and the thin needles hidden between the nails showed a slight glow, as she turned around, The tip of the needle has quietly aimed at the person in front of him.

"After going out this trip, I finally made some progress."

The familiar voice contained a smile. Qin Lanshang took a closer look, and Niu Mao Fine Needle lurked back obediently. She picked up the teapot and filled the man with it, pushing the fruit and melon snacks over, surprised. : "Grandfather, why are you here?"

The person opposite her was Shen Wuyou who should have lived in a hundred ghosts.

The old master of Baiguimen changed his dark-patterned black clothes, wore a brocade satin robe, and held the jasper cigarette pot in his hand, his gray hair was **** with a crown, and even his normally straight back was lowered. Kind of, looks like an ordinary rich old man.

However, Qin Lanshang saw the tired look in his eyes.

The journey from Zhongdu to Xichuan is far away, and Shen Wuyou is afraid that he is walking in a hurry for some reason, and the brocade can't hide the dust, and the blackness is even more visible now.

Qin Lanshang never felt that her grandfather was old before. In her heart, whether Shen Wuyou, Chu Xiwei or Sun Minfeng, they will never change and will always be as strong as this, but she has forgotten the flesh and blood of life. , The years are always sharp.

She has been away from home for more than a month, and has experienced a lot of things, and the things that can be seen in her eyes are no longer vain and superficial. Her nose suddenly sore, but she did not cry or make trouble. Instead, she concealed her astringency without a trace. Squeamishly said: "If you want to go out for a walk, you should have told Lan Chang earlier. My uncle is not present, otherwise we three generations can still be together."

Shen Wucai took a sip of tea and sneered: "You and the sour scholar will not come back for more than a month. I can't be a grandfather to come and have a look, I am afraid that four generations of the same family will have it!"

Qin Lanchang's face is red, after all, she is still a girl in the years of cardamom. She is always facing outsiders, facing the elders, and mentioning the men who have a good feeling. She still can't afford to be cheeky, and she just makes trouble. Quoting: "What nonsense are you talking about, grandfather? I'm not in time. If you want to hold your grandson, you might as well ask your uncle to work harder and bring a good child back to raise with my aunt!"

Shen Wuyuan heard this and tapped his finger on the desktop: "They are coming back soon."