Sealing Knife

Doudong is not a suitable place for conversation.

After making a decision, Chu Xi thought about Buxue's fear that he should come back, so he set up an emergency contact with Ye Fusheng and planned to leave this land.

Ye Fusheng was thinking about Xuan Su, so he made a detour and went to the secret room. Chu Xi didn't say anything, but turned into a shadow, followed by a lingering tail.

Ye Fusheng didn't want to get rid of him. While paying attention to the surroundings, he circled the words he wanted to say in his heart, but he couldn't understand what happened in this electro-optical flint.

He knew that many things would be more troublesome the longer it was dragged on, even if it shouldn't be a child's affection now, he should give Chu Xiwei a peace of mind first, so that he could settle down calmly to do things, so as not to worry about it. Health obstacles. Although He Yefu thinks clearly, he usually comes in handy when he talks and laughs on weekdays, but it is not an easy joke, but he delivers the answers of two people in his life.

Before he thought about it, suddenly he felt a strong wind passing by. Ye Fusheng drew his hand to the side of the cave and evaded sideways. He also pulled Chu Xiwei aside, and his waist was scared.

Fortunately, people are not rivals.

Xuan Su glanced at Ye Fusheng and Chu Xiwei behind him through the faint firelight in the cave. Although he didn't know who the latter was, he glanced at the hands that the two of them shook hands and felt that they were friends and foes, Not much nonsense, said: "Go!"

Ye Fusheng glanced at him. Compared to himself, Xuan Su looked rather embarrassed. He didn't say anything about his gray head and face. He was ripped open a few times on his robe and printed with mottled blood stains.

He didn't rush to ask, since the two parties would meet, naturally they had to leave this place before making plans. The three didn't have much to talk about, only changed their positions, and became Chu Xiwei in the front. After Ye Fusheng broke off, Xuansu had a chance to breathe in the middle.

Chu Xiwei was also used to being a night owl. In this dim and crooked cave, there was fish and water, and Ye Fusheng, a bold and attentive person, smoothed out the traces of the trails. Climbing up, fortunately did not meet Bu Xueyao.

They didn't dare to stay near here. They rushed into the woods in one breath, only to relax with the darkness and the shadow of the trees.

Three big men stayed on a big tree, Xuan Su leaned against the trunk, Chu Xiwei and Ye Fusheng left and right occupied a tree, the former focused on the surroundings, the latter lowered his eyebrows. Think about something.

Until Xuan Su exhaled, his face recovered a little, holding up Ye Fusheng's hand and stood up and asked, "Thank you, I didn't ask this ..."

Chu Xiwei glanced at the hand he put on Ye Fusheng's arm and regained his usual indifference to outsiders: "Chu Xiwei."

Xuan Su was inexplicably trembling. He gathered his robe, feeling that he had probably been neglected to practice exercises recently, and his internal strength was a little cold.

Ye Fusheng actually had a clear view of Chu Xiwei. He secretly said, "Vinegar jar", but couldn't help laughing, and asked Xuan Su: "Have you seen Xifo?"

"Master Sekong is indeed in the secret room." Xuan Su saw that he did not shy away from Chu Xiwei, while guessing the origin of the other party's identity in his heart, he also spoke his own story.

He was deeply impressed by those who went mad, but he felt that there was nothing more than **** on the earth. His fingers touched the scratches on his sleeves during his speech.

But the night was dark, and Xuan Su, who was devoted to the story, did not notice that Ye Fusheng's complexion slowly turned white.

Dim caves, crazy animals, and beasts still fighting ... Even if he didn't go with Xuan Su just now, these pictures came to my mind instantly, vividly visible, and they will come out.

It seemed as though the nightmare had returned after years, and the chill passed straight through the soles of the feet. Tremble.

Suddenly there was a sharp tingling in Dan Tianli, a burst of breath in his chest, Ye Fusheng took a step back involuntarily, and others were on the branches, so I am afraid that I will fall on all fours.

One hand stretched out at a time when hair could not be tolerated, and he held his arm firmly. Ye Fusheng leaned his back on a firm chest, not very wide, but there was warmth passing through his shirt and immersing the bones The cold was slowly depressed.

Xuan Su didn't pay attention, but Chu Xiwei never misunderstood him. When Ye Fusheng's face changed, Chu Xiwei stepped forward and fell beside him, but this person who has always looked at the Six Ways and listened to all directions has not even noticed it.

"What are you thinking about?" Chu Xiwei's voice came from his ears, a little unpleasant, "If you are now against the enemy, you will die thousands of times."

Xuan Su was disturbed by this incident, and before he even said that Duanqing was in it, he interrupted his words and quickly looked over. I saw Ye Fusheng leaning against Chu Xiwei standing, his forehead cold and sweating, his face pale, his lips pale, his hands were still shaking.

He frowned, raised his hand to Ye Fusheng's wrist, but touched an empty space. I saw Chu Xiwei holding Ye Fusheng's hand firmly, and his eyes looked like an eagle falcon who only feeds.

Xuan Su touched his nose and explained: "The poor way is a little better than the technique of Qihuang, it is better ..."

Chu Xiwei learned of the existence of Xuan Su from Duan Qing, and naturally knew that he had not lied, but he held Ye Fusheng's wrist, and had penetrated into his internal force to find out the situation. Sneaky.

Before Sun Minfeng used Bingzhuzhu to take medicine, he just snatched it back from Lord Yan, but it only took three months. Now that two months have passed, the people sent by Chu Xiwei will almost turn the whole world around, but there is no clue of "Extremely Cold Blood". He does not look on his face, but he has become a hot pot. ant.

"Yumeng" is a knife hanging over the heads of the two of them. Seeing the blade falling slowly, he hadn't been able to move the person away from the edge of the knife, and it seemed like a throat in his throat.

I just do n’t know why Xu Yuansu just caused Ye Fusheng such a big reaction, and even affected the poison of “Yumeng”.

Chu Xiwei took note of the matter, attached it to Ye Fusheng's back with his palm, and took a gentle internal force to help him suppress the riot's inner breath. This is to Xuan Su: "He is fine."

Xuan Su looked at Ye Fusheng's complexion, and he couldn't help but say, "But ..."

Chu Xiwei's hand, which clasped Ye Fusheng's arm, slowly exerted force and said, "I won't let him have something wrong."

Although he said this to Xuan Su, Ye Fusheng could feel his strong anxiety from the trembling of this hand.

Chu Xi embraced him slightly, trying to rub him into his bones, but afraid of adding pain to him, he was forced to stagnate as soon as the force was used, and he passed on the tremor.

Ye Fusheng wanted to say something to him, but it was a pity that his throat was already bloody, his eyes were black, his ears were buzzing, and he couldn't say a word.

"You take him back to Wuxiang Temple for a rest, and let me take care of the rest." Chu Xiwei finally let go of his hand and handed the man to Xuan Su. The arrow swept up from the tree, several successive rises and falls, and it was about to disappear before them.

Chu Xi was very anxious, but suddenly realized that a strong wind was coming behind him. He didn't look back. He only fished with one hand and gestured for the next attack with the gesture of “拈花”.

The crane was crowned with beads, the celadon was moist, and the fingers touched the hairpin and suddenly noticed the bumps, and touched it carefully, but it was carved with the words "Yao".

Chu Xiwei's fingers patrolled the lettering, and he turned around immediately. He saw Ye Fusheng was still standing on the tree by Xuan Su, far away and dark around him. He couldn't see the expression on the man's face. I can't hear whether the other party said something softly.

In fact, Ye Fusheng didn't say anything and couldn't tell.

The throat was choked with blood, and the chest cavity Dantian seemed to explode. He was afraid that his mouth would be a shocking cough. The shock of the sentry also made Chu Xiwei go even more anxious.

It's just that the other person's anxious turn turned around and couldn't sit still. Ye Fusheng thought for a moment, reached out and pulled out the celadon hairpin that had been hidden for more than half a month, and threw his hand up.

Thousands of words are spoken.

Chu Xiwei didn't know how he went back this way.

He was like a poor child who was so poor that he finally got a piece of candy. He wished he could chew and chew and eat it, and he squeezed it in his hands carefully, daring to lick and taste, and itchy like monkey paws. I kept scratching, but my hands holding the celadon hairpin were very stable. I was more afraid of breaking, and less afraid of falling.

When Chu Xiwei recovered, he had reached the mountain.

The entire Wenshan Mountain was piled up by the Burial Soul Palace. In order to avoid grass and snakes, Baiguimen can only camp in Jiangu under the mountain. Fortunately, although this place is dangerous, it is better to be concealed, covered by steep slopes and deep beams. As long as the people inside are not stupid enough to open fire, they will not expose themselves.

He wrapped the celadon hairpin with a towel and put it on his chest, opened the vines and walked into the cave. The craftsman of the hundred ghost gates had been dug in all directions in a short period of time, and there were cloths in front of each cave. The guard, even when he saw him, did not rush to relax his vigilance.

Chu Xiwei said: "Is Ghost Doctor trustworthy?"

One person replied in a dumb voice: "Return to the Lord and receive the book in due course. The ghost doctor is close to Galan City and will be here one day."

"Let him quicken his whip, be sure to arrive tomorrow afternoon." Chu Xiwei frowned, "Can any school leave the mountain today?"

"Qingfengmen and the Seven Kills sent away in the morning and evening."

Chu Xi narrowed her eyes slightly: "Send someone to follow, take the opportunity to act, pay attention to the tail."

"Yes."

Under his command, Chu Xiwei sat down on a large bluestone and watched the oil lamp swaying on the wall of the cave, showing only his own shadow.

Fingers touched the celadon hairpin across his shirt, so fragile that shattered when he fell, but it became his solace now.

Not knowing how long it took, Chu Xiwei finally couldn't sit still. He ordered a few words and lifted the knife out of the cave. He walked down the cliff vertically and horizontally, and a few landings stood at the river below.

There is a deep stream in this valley, and here is the downstream river, surrounded by luxuriant trees and trees.

Chu Xiwei Fei fell on a rock protruding from the surface of the water, pulled out a knife and sheathed in this square, and practiced the Jinghong knife method.

The water-cutting knife is much heavier than the Jinghong knife, suitable for opening and closing, and ruthlessly powerful moves. However, Chu Xiwei has a lot of "Qilu Jing" beside him. Here, the move is still light.

He seemed to have returned to many years ago, when Gu Xiao taught himself martial arts in the martial arts field, the young people rarely patiently taught and taught themselves, but unfortunately the children were sleepy, and they only remembered the words, not the essence.

until now.

The knife comes out, and the man moves with it.

You Long went to sea and went forward;

Thunder and sky, wind and rain;

Bai Hong runs through the day, I want to climb the sky;

Twist the flowers around your fingers to overcome the softness;

Autumn waves, waves of ups and downs ...

He has practiced the Sixteen Styles of Jinghong Sword Technique for thousands of times, and it is not clear until now.

It was once Jinghong Zhaoying (Note), in addition to the fleeting blade of the body, there were fighter planes and loopholes that disappeared.

Ye Fusheng said that the human heart is stronger than the blade.

Shen Wuduan once said that he lost all the wrong words.

Wu Yidao, not only succeeded in strength and speed, but also controlled the battlefield and took advantage of the opportunity to take control. Just as he last battled against Helian Yu, the worst loss was not martial arts, but scheming.

Chu Xiwei was able to throw away life and death, but he still wouldn't play with people's hearts.

Helian Yuneng peeped through the truth and reality, but nothing more than he was caught in a plot, and the murder was not stained with blood.

Just like Ruan Feiyu said, "Knowing yourself and knowing each other is better than being in a position." Although Chu Xiwei disdains to be a person like Helian Yu, he must also understand.

As he practiced, his state of mind became clearer, and unconsciously passed in the middle of the night, Chu Xiwei made the last move, and the blade of the sword circulated in front of him.

One man with one sword, appeared beside him without warning, the tip of the sword was strange and urgent, and his eyes were forced to the side of the neck.

The water-cutting knife traversed the neck, the ghost sword pointed on the blade, and the internal force was vomiting. He used his strength to sweep the attacking people, looked at him, and breathed.

The man stepped back with his sweeping power, the moiré satin boots hit the water three times, but the ripples only expanded two or three circles and then quietly stopped, and the man fell on another stone and stood still.

Looks like a long, thin man, wearing a snow-colored hood gown to cover the other's head and the hair is not exposed, underneath is a plain white moire arrow sleeve robe, holding a three-foot ancient The sword, the hilt of the sword are carved with flowing clouds, and the blade of the sword shines like a icy water against the full moon.

At this time, dawn dawned, it was time for day and night to alternate. Chu Xiwei looked at his face, and the person was covered with a familiar silver mask of cloud pattern. Under the gloomy sky, he was almost like a cold face. He could not see the slightest appearance, only his eyes emerged from the hollow, indifferent. Like ice, it looks like sea.

He stood two feet away in front of Chu Xiwei, his hands and feet did not move, cold and lonely like a stone figure, but revealed a kind of murderous intention from the bone.

"... Helian Yu?"

Chu Xiwei's eyes sank, his fingers tightened, and his sword crossed.

It's too late to think about it, the next moment, the sword and the sword will intersect, and the eyebrows and eyes will die!

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Note: From Lu You's "Shen Garden Two", the original sentence: "The spring wave green under the sad bridge, was once a photo of the shock." The original intention is to express the lament of what is right and wrong, not in the text, only derived Literal sentence meaning.