Sealing Sword Chapter 92: Climbing the mountain
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From the Supreme Palace to the Wuxiang Temple, it is almost from the Dongling to Xichuan. If you draw a line on the map, it will seem like a half of the great Chu. Seeing that there is only less than one month before the start of the conference, everything can't be delayed, so after the discussion on that day, Duan Qing has taken over most of the sect affairs so that Xuan Su can leave the palace for the meeting. For the sake of safety, please also Come out with an elder of the same generation.
At this moment, Ye Fusheng is standing in front of the mountain gate, holding Xie Li in one hand and the horse in the other. The autumn wind is suffocating, and the leaves are falling. He should have been distressed, but with the wild accent in his mouth, To sing out the three-pointer and the seven-pointer to disturb the people.
"Othello is a game of right and wrong, right and wrong are replaced by right and wrong; I hear the drama, sing and paint the skin, it is difficult to explain the truth and the truth; the hero is at the end, the beauty is late, sighs the end of the mountains and the river, sings for a period of ruthlessness..."
Ye Fusheng's voice is good, and he has a lot of witty words, and even teahouse storytellers are willing to bow down, but he always sings not in the tune, the more he sings, the more absurd, and the more and more vigorous.
Rao is Xie Li's very good education, and can't help but get away from him with his hands and cover his ears, but he still can't resist the magic sound through his brain.
Fortunately, the people they were waiting for finally came.
Duan Qing stayed in the palace and did not come to see him off. The elder Duan Heng, who was over 60 years old, brought Xuan Su and a group of Taishang Palace disciples along Qingming Road. With sharp eyes, Ye Fusheng caught a glimpse of two monks wearing dark brown monk clothes on the right side of Elder Duanheng two steps behind.
The tall one is about 30 years old, holding a bowl with a prayer bead on his neck, walking fast or slow, with steady and powerful footwork, and is obviously a master of the inner family. However, although his face is humble and polite, his eyes can be seen triumphantly and arrogantly.
In contrast, the shorter one is more pleasing to the eye.
This monk seems to be only eighteen or nineteen years old, with a fair complexion, handsome appearance, neither holding a bowl nor a stick, he has a bunch of red sandalwood beads in his hand, a total of 108, slowly moving with his steps, The cycle goes back and forth, like endless days and nights.
The pedestrian saw him, and before the two monks showed suspicion, Xuan Su said, "This is my disciple of Master Shun Qing, whose name is Ye Fusheng. Although he is not a monk, he is also a member of the Supreme Palace. This is Xie Li, the young owner of Broken Water Villa. This time, he will also go to the meeting with us."
After a pause, he introduced Ye Fusheng and Xie Li: "These two are Brother Hengming and Brother Hengyuan from Wuxiang Temple."
Ye Fusheng's heart moved.
The two seniors in Wuxiang Temple are currently the abbot of Sejian and Sekong Zen Master, who is famous for "West Buddha". Under the generation of Se is the generation of "Heng", no wonder they can compare with Xuansu's peers.
He has never heard of Hengming, but he has heard of Hengyuan at a young age for one reason-this person is the only disciple of Zen Master Sekong.
Xi Buddha only accepted one apprentice in his life. No one knows the history of his life. He only knew that he was worshipped under the seat of Zen Master Sekong eight years ago, and has since changed his name to "Hengyuan".
One sword and three swords, southeast, northwest. Xi Buddha’s position in the arena is very important. I don’t know how many people are willing to become a monk and worship him as a teacher, but he eventually accepted a little-known boy as an introductory, and never accepts disciples. Hengyuan is both a pioneer and a master. Closed disciple.
Unfortunately, he has been in the business for eight years, but he has never heard of any talented person, with mediocre talent in martial arts, and ordinary meditation comprehension. Apart from being kind to people and gentle temperament, there is no beauty. There are countless people in the rivers and lakes sighing for West Buddha. It is said that the "Futu Quanjing" will become a masterpiece from then on.
Thinking about it, the two monks clasped their palms together and said a Buddha's name. Hengming didn't like to talk, but Hengyuan smiled at him.
Ye Fusheng felt Xie Li grabbed a corner of his clothes, and secretly returned his hand to hold the small paw, so as to soothe his nervousness, and then he saluted the two.
Duan Heng is the highest-ranking elder in the Supreme Palace except for Duan Qing. He is in charge of the Law Hall on weekdays. He has a strict personality, and he least likes these face skills. After they made a few polite words, Duan Heng said: "The journey is far away, hurry up early."
When he opened his mouth, Xuan Su certainly did not object. Hengming and Hengyuan were even more casual. Ye Fusheng glanced at the little old man in Taoist robe and hairpin, and he didn't see any fairytale bones. , I only saw an old monkey with his chest up and his head upright.
However, such an old man who does not look cute is restrained, his martial arts are not revealed, his body is vigorous in his actions, and his speech is calm.
Regardless of his skill, his internal strength is already evident.
It seems that Duan Qing did not let such a person go with him for the sake of being full of appearance. The more important thing is to control them and the juniors not to go wild.
Sure enough, after Duan Heng spoke, a group of more than thirty people turned on their horses. Ye Fusheng carried Xie Li to his horse as usual, followed them a few steps forward, and finally couldn't hold back a glance back.
Beside the Wangchen stele, I don't know when there was an extra person. Because it was so far apart, I couldn't tell the truth, but Ye Fusheng could be sure that that person was Duanqing.
Duan Qing is still a black and white Taoist robe, with white hair that is rarely unwrapped, casually draped on his back, a little messy by the wind, as if the whole person is going to take the wind.
He stood silently beside the stone tablet, not saying goodbye to this hurried parting, only his eyes were attached to Ye Fusheng, watching him drift away.
Duan Qing has always understood that he is old.
As Shen Wuyuan said, he has become an empty shell, looking glamorous on the outside, in fact, the inside has been decayed and hollowed out.
He is getting old, and many things have become empty talks. He has stayed in place for more time and has less and less roads to walk.
Fortunately, he can still see.
Duan Qing watched Ye Fusheng sitting on horseback, sweeping away the desolation of the previous autumn breeze, and regaining his vigor, just like Gu Xiao who left Feiyun Peak 13 years ago, with such a free and happy attitude. Greet the ups and downs of the future. It's just that Gu Xiao didn't understand the world at that time, and now Ye Fusheng has tasted the five flavors of the world.
The backs of more than 30 people are like a long line of small ants on the mountain road, but Duanqing's eyes kept looking at Ye Fusheng until he rode away and disappeared completely.
Until this time, Duan Qing turned around and wanted to leave. Unexpectedly, a disciple rushed from the small road and said: "Elder, someone is rushing into the mountain."
The so-called rushing into the mountains, naturally, does not come from the maze. Duan Qing's complexion remained unchanged, and he asked faintly: "Where is the person?"
"Upstream from the lower reaches of'Xiaoyaochuan', I crossed the cliff of inquiry and wounded four disciples, now..." After a pause, the disciple said, "Waiting at Qingjingping, I want to see you frankly. "
Qingjingping is not a place for quiet training and martial arts. It is not far from the confession wall of Duanqing Changju, but it is the place where the heads and elders of the Supreme Palace are buried.
This is a forbidden area that no disciple of the Supreme Palace Inner Sect can enter without permission, let alone an outsider who doesn't know the details.
"The martial arts are lazy, and the alert is not enough. After this matter, I will be a warning." Duan Qing stroked the disciple's chest. The latter stepped back three steps in a row, and the blood that had accumulated in his chest was forced out by the palm wind. It's a little better, so I responded quickly.
Duan Qing has passed him, but his seemingly normal steps quickly disappeared at the end of the mountain road.
Qingjingping no longer has the name of "quiet" at this time. Dozens of Taishanggong disciples are holding long swords and forming a sword formation. They are standing in front of this place, but they dare not act rashly.
The mountain-traveler they looked at was a woman with a weird dress.
She is not tall, she is thin, and looks almost petite overall. However, she is not young anymore. There are a few strands of gray hair mixed with blue ribbons, in a rather complicated bun, three crescent silver hairpins are inserted diagonally, and the hanging gemstone beads collide with each other, which is crisp and sweet with the wind. The sound.
She seems to be about forty years old. It's when a woman is going from prosperity to decline, but she doesn't see the dullness on her face, but there is a kind of weird and bright, even if the corners of her eyes have been left behind for years, it is still I think she looks good.
The woman stepped across the ground, and the wind blew her forehead, revealing a pair of frivolous eyebrows. She held a sharp machete in her left hand, but she carried a jug of wine in her right hand. The long sword behind is on the heart, and there is only a grave in his eyes.
The fifth generation head of the Supreme Palace, the tomb of the host Ji Qingyan.
She returned the scimitar into the scabbard around her waist, freed her left hand to stroke the icy tombstone, her eyes softened with mocking and arrogance, and took away a fallen leaf floating on the tombstone.
Slight footsteps came from behind, and she turned her head to see the clear white hair.
A flash of surprise flashed in her eyes, and soon disappeared. The woman drew scarlet lips and smiled: "I heard that you are out of the customs. I thought it was Wei's nonsense. I didn't expect it to be Really."
Duan Qing looked at her, waved his hand to make all the disciples behind him exit Qingjing Ping, and then asked, "What's the matter with you looking for me?"
"It's not just to find you." The woman turned to look at the tombstone, "It's been five years, I should have come to see it, only recently I found a chance to come out."
As soon as she said this, she cleared her mind and turned around, but seeing his eyes sinking, she said: "The martial arts conference is going to be a storm."
"If you were so sharp back then, you wouldn't end up today." The woman smiled, and suddenly kicked away the scented candles and fruits in front of the grave, her voice turned cold, "Take these in the place where the host is buried. What is meaningless vulgarity placed here?"
Watching her go wild, without stopping or reprimanding, she just watched her sit on the ground quietly, and patted the red seal of the wine jar in her hand.
He lost his sense of smell and smell. Naturally, he couldn't smell the rusty smell of the strong wine, but he could see the red pouring from the wine jar when the woman poured it.
This is a jar of spirits made with blood.
"Before I came, I heard that Garan City’s "Ten Year Lamp" was the most famous. I bought this altar specially. Unfortunately, I was half overturned by two short-eyed objects, so I had to take their blood to make up An altar full." After offering half an altar of blood wine, the woman slapped her wrists, and took a sip without paying attention, then turned her head to Duanqing, "Wine is good wine, and blood is strong. I drank the blood of the enemy in one sip. Have a taste?"
Duan Qing didn't answer, he just asked: "People from the court?"
"To be precise, it was from Chu Yuan." The corner of the woman's mouth curled up. "When Ruan Feiyu died, he wanted to see him in a desperate way, and he couldn't help but jump the wall."
Duan Qing said: "Zhao Qing was captured, I thought you had no time for him to look after."
"Hehe, who is he? What does it have to do with me?" The woman smiled low, "It's just a bait for fishing. Who cares if the fish is caught?"
Duan Qing's eyes were cold.
"I came to you to ask you a word." She drank the blood wine without paying attention to the half-face of the splattered wine. Turning back to look at Duan Qing, she raised her hand to smash the wine jar to the ground. The arrogance in a pair of eyes was gone, only the rising anger.
This anger is aimed at Duanqing, not like a thorn in the back, just like a blade pointing towards the heart.
"People will always change, but you may not have become too much." The woman looked at Duan Qing coldly, "Mu Qingshang, you have been deep in the mountains for thirty years, you have lost all your energy Already?"
With a sharp sound, the scimitar was unsheathed, and a string of golden bells hung on the handle of the knife rang with the wind, calming down for no reason.
The blade's slanting finger pointed clear, just like a crescent, she looked at Duanqing's still vacant face, and sneered: "In front of Ji Qingyan today, you will either go with me or kill me pretending to be ignorant , Or else..."
After a pause, the corners of her mouth drank blood and became even more stern: "Otherwise, I will open your chest and see if your heart is still there."