Sealing Sword Chapter 83: Yuegui

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When Duan Qing returned to Fuxueyuan, it was almost dawn.

He stayed up all night, but he didn't see the slightest fatigue. As he said he watched Shen Wuyou cry with his nose and tears, and finally put himself drunk to sleep, then he put the person in the house and turned to Come to Fuxueyuan.

Thirty years have not been to the Cavern Valley, but there is not much change along the way to Liufeng and Snow. Taoist Duanqing has always had a good memory, and Erniang was ordered to give the guard post again. The journey was very smooth, until he saw a daze in front of the courtyard.

Ye Fusheng has been a stranger since he was young. He was used to going to the house when he was only four or five years old. It is rare to have such a quiet time, not to mention that he is now sitting on the stone steps in front of the door with one hand on his knees. On the top, no matter how you look at it, you are all in the world.

Fortunately, he returned in a daze. The martial artist's instinct was not lost. As soon as Duan Qing walked out of the Meilin Path, Ye Fusheng raised his eyes and quickly stood up: "Madam."

Duan Qing nodded: "Is the Chu Sect Master all right?"

He is the same generation as Shen Wudu, but he doesn't take the elder airs very much, and respects and polite to Chu Xiwei's attitude. However, when Ye Fusheng heard him mention Chu Xiwei, he felt inexplicably inexplicable. He touched his nose and said: "I have fallen asleep. The ghost doctor has just seen it and said that he is fine for the time being."

Duan Qing let out a "um", and his eyes rolled around his mouth.

Ye Fusheng suddenly felt a little bit embarrassed. She would never say anything when she found out. She just waited for him to confess, often after watching it for a while, he had to confess himself.

But this is really hard to tell.

Chu Xiwei's light kiss evoked a drunk dream with sweet osmanthus flowers; the words he said were like thunder and shattered dreams, trembled in a trance, and helpless.

After the seventeenth of the twelfth lunar month of this year, Ye Fusheng is a 30-year-old man. He has seen countless expressions and expressions. If he can't tell the truth or lies, it is estimated that the grass on the grave is taller than himself.

When Chu Xiwei hugged him and said that sentence, he could feel the heartbeat of the opposite person from fierce to calm through the clothes soaked in water on his body, as if those words were pressing on Chu Xiwei's body. Taishan, who has not fallen for years, will be delivered with his heart at this moment.

Ye Fusheng can tell that these words he said are not false.

Because of this, he didn't understand and didn't dare to respond easily.

The word "whether" is said lightly, but they have a sincere heart tied to the other end. Even if Ye Fusheng is heartless, he dare not take it easily, let alone trample it into mud.

He always knew that Ayao hated him, just as he himself said-the sin deserved it, of course.

He also never knew that Ayao was hard-hearted and soft-hearted. Maybe the two of them had other endings besides the predetermined promise, but Ye Fusheng never thought it would turn out like this.

When did it start?

I want to live in the trance of the first awakening of the big dream, the trust of life and death in Anxi Mountain, the laughter of Wuwei Chen Zai in Jiangjun Town, the worry of watching the sea and life...

Or, the obsession of each side of the world in the past ten years, the hidden beauty of the young Muai?

Love doesn't know where it started, but it grows deeper.

Ye Fusheng is not Chu Xiwei, he doesn't know what Chu Xiwei thinks.

So at that time, he could only say one sentence: "Ayao, I am your master and your enemy."

Chu Xiwei was silent for a long time. If it weren't for the potion's effectiveness, it would be difficult for people to faint, Ye Fusheng almost thought he was asleep.

After waiting for a long time, he heard Chu Xiwei say: "I haven't forgotten, but...I can't help myself."

The heart of love is involuntary.

Wandering thoughts are the most difficult to eliminate.

"You were drunk that night. I have forgotten what I said, but I remember clearly." Chu Xiwei provoked the line of whiteness he had hidden in his hair, "I don't want to be able to hold anything in this life. ."

Ye Fusheng choked for a long time and couldn't answer. He could only make a roundabout sentence: "Even if you let it go, but you are so good...Why hang on a dying tree with a crooked neck?"

He tactfully rejected the poison of "Youmeng", because life and death have never been the most difficult to control, making humans incompetent and helpless.

Ye Fusheng was in a state of confusion. He couldn't give him a word of "whether", so he simply confessed all the hidden dangers between the two of them, and wanted to take a quick knife to the illusion that shouldn't appear.

But Chu Xiwei just looked at him, making his heart palpitations.

"The road to heaven is inexhaustible, I believe in this sentence...Master, you must believe in me too." Chu Xiwei endured the continuous pain in her body and said to him word by word, "Today is me. I am confused and anxious for a while, but the words are not fake, and you should not rush to perfuse me with any kind of enmity, courtesy and justice."

Chu Xiwei was so resolutely and frankly and frankly that he dragged both of them to the forefront. No one dared to withdraw rashly, and could only make a choice in a stalemate.

He didn't care about waiting, but didn't want a perfunctory answer. Perhaps the end result was that the string broke and the two fell into the abyss to pieces, and he still didn't regret it.

The descendants of the heavenly family, self-willed arrogance is his duty, asking him to be patient is to take care of the overall situation, and to persuade him to retreat is to change.

Ye Fusheng finally couldn't say a word.

Fortunately, Chu Xiwei did not continue to force him. After saying these words, he really had no extra energy, wholeheartedly enduring the effect of the medicine, mobilizing the true energy in the body to travel through the meridians, until the ghost doctor came in to treat the aftermath, and Ye Fusheng did not hold hands. Leaving Liufengju on the same foot.

When he arrived at the gate of Fuxueyuan, there was still a mess in his mind, and he simply sat in front of the gate in a daze, like a homeless abandoned cat.

From sitting deeper and resting to the cold wind, he couldn't figure it out from the inexhaustible thoughts, but came clear.

The Taoist chief’s eyes were not as torch-like, but Ye Fusheng couldn’t hold back his guilty conscience. He looked at the sky and didn’t dare to look at his wife. Fortunately, Duanqing saw his entanglement and wanted to let him deal with it by himself, so he didn't get to the bottom of the question, let it go for the time being, and replied: "You follow me in."

After saying that, he opened the courtyard door with one hand, and the bluegrass in the eye was as old as the old thing, and the old things were like yesterday. He paused under his feet and crossed the threshold.

Ye Fusheng followed behind him, watching his teacher walk around the hall bedroom in a familiar way and head straight for the study. It can be seen that Duan Qing is really familiar with this place, even after thirty years of absence.

Walking to the door of the study, Ye Fusheng suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly said: "Master, wait..."

He reacted a step slowly, Duan Qing had already opened the door of the room, and saw three dolls sitting around the table.

The palm attached to the door only paused, Duanqing walked in blindly, passed the doll and sat down behind the desk, and said to him: "Come here."

Ye Fusheng looked at the doll in a daze, then turned to look at Duan Qing, who looked unchanged, hesitated and asked: "Master..."

Duan Qing's gaze swept across the doll: "A crafty thing, tangible, without soul, can be thought of, not delusional."

Ye Fusheng's heart was shocked, and he sat down obediently in front of Duan Qing, Dao Chang stretched out his hand to catch his wrist, and took a while to withdraw his finger.

Duan Qing said: "I asked Shen Wuyou, your poison is not unsolvable, it's just one thing missing."

Hearing this, Ye Fusheng raised his head and looked at him, a long-lost excitement suddenly surged in his heart.

He has already seen life and death, or he has already regarded death as home.

There is a mentor, Ayao, and a deceased. In Ye Fusheng’s view, he has been dying for ten years, but he is just to fulfill a promise. It doesn’t matter whether you have a good life or a bad life. Of course, it doesn’t matter whether you want to live or not. .

But now he still wants to take more care of Xie Li. He still can’t rest assured that Chu Xiwei has just reunited with Duan Qing... Little by little cares gathered together to inject vitality into the skin of a walking dead. Now he can't bear it anymore.

However, Ye Fusheng knows that the poison of "You Meng" is insoluble, so far no one can escape.

God likes to play tricks on people, making a person who wants to die to linger, but let a person who wants to live hang by a thread, and count the little time left.

Ye Fusheng had a headache. Why did he settle his affairs in less than two months? For example, he should teach Xie Li more skills, stubbornly rubbing his wife and taking herself to go to master the grave and kowtow, and... …Let Chu Xiwei quit her thoughts willingly and find a good home.

But he didn't expect this matter to turn around.

Ye Fusheng looked at Duan Qing incredulously, the Taoist chief’s voice was lightened slightly, as if to appease him: "What’s missing is the drug lead of'Cold Blood'. As long as you have it, you It’s okay."

"What is'Cold Blood'?"

"The first is the blood of spiritual creatures that grew in the extremely yin to the cold place, but it can't be met, and it has been extinct for a hundred years." After a pause, his eyes were slightly drenched, "The second is the practice of superior cambrian studies. The master's painstaking efforts."

Ye Fusheng quickly went through all the information of martial arts masters he knew in his mind: "Yin and Yang are the beginning changes of martial arts, and there are not many people who follow the hidden paths in the world, but first, the martial arts classics are superior. Second, you want to achieve martial arts realm, such a person... I have never heard of it."

Duan Qing said: "I haven't been out of the mountain for a long time, and I haven't heard much about it. Fortunately, the Truman master has sent people to investigate widely, hoping to get news."

Ye Fusheng was stunned. He remembered the pain flashed in the youth's eyes when he used the poison of "you dream" to politely reject Chu Xiwei, and the sure phrase "you must believe me".

The right hand on his leg was clenched inadvertently, and his heart was suddenly entangled with ups and downs, and he couldn't tell what it was like.

Duanqing glanced at him: "Take a day off, tomorrow you will come back to Wangchen Peak with me."

Wangchen Peak of Dongling Tomb is the sect of the Supreme Palace. It is the master of Taoism. It is said that it was the uncrowned leader of the Wulin White Dao a hundred years ago. The lord of the Supreme Palace at that time was even established as a national teacher by the former patriarch. The wind of channel once swept the world.

Only sixty-eight years ago, the previous dynasty collapsed, and the Supreme Palace has since faded out of sight. Now it has long lost its glory, the landscape is as old, and the people are not as good as before.

For more than sixty years, the talents of the Supreme Palace have been declining. Only the former palace lord Ji Qingyan has martial arts and hatred like hatred. He punishes evil and promotes good for his whole life. He has a reputation as a "host" in the arena, but it is only five years. Went in front of the crane.

When Ye Fusheng was still in the Feiyun Peak, he rarely saw Duanqing doing his work. Although he knew his martial arts was not weak, he had never heard about the "Tai Shanggong", so he just regarded Duanqing as a mountain and field. It was a casual cultivator, and only recently learned that his wife was born in the Supreme Palace.

He has always been a teacher in his heart. He is a good Taoist priest who was robbed of the mountain by a female bandit. At first he heard that there is still a master’s inheritance. He couldn’t help but ask, "Master... Eloped?"

Duan Qing glanced at him: "Yes."

Ye Fusheng couldn't help but want to be cheap. He didn't expect Duan Qing to admit it, and was choked with saliva.

Suddenly, he brushed through a lot of small elopement notebooks of "the sly lady and the beautiful man" in his mind. From the beginning of the brain to the end, there is no lack of integration between the beginning and the end, which is simply impossible.

Duanqing looked at him blankly: "Have you laughed enough? Do you understand what I said?"

"Understood." Ye Fusheng hurriedly sat down, but still cautiously asked, "Sir, you take me back..." Isn't it true that my mother's family will not be driven out?

Duan Qing seemed to have not heard what he had not said clearly, and his eyes sank: "Thirteen years, it's time for you to go back and see her."

He said these words very lightly, as if he were relieved, as if a promise would finally come true after years, and even his calm eyes would rarely bring a soft color.

Ye Fusheng's heart was lifted up suddenly, jumping wildly.

He had a vague guess, but he didn't dare to think about it, and his voice squeezed out in a difficult voice: "Look at...who?"

Duan Qing whispered: "Teacher's deceased disciple is in mourning, Hu Fang said on the deathbed that you must send her to the land for safety... The end of another year is coming, and now I finally find you, I will go back to see her. Right."

Go home, go home, and the age will never stop.

I say go home, say go home, my heart is also worried. (Note)