Chapter 106: Far

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 did not follow it out of respect. He didn't expect to wait for such a return after a few hours.
Walnuts smashed in through the gap in the window, but the branches outside had stopped trembling, showing that the man's lightness was almost as high as the wind. A glance at the sleeping Xie Li, Xuan Su picked up the walnut and squeezed it away. There was a note hidden inside: Take the Elder Duan Heng and rush to the Liuhe River in the south of the city.
He didn't recognize the handwriting, but saw a leaf in the walnut shell.
In my heart, Xuan Su quietly left the room like a shadow in the dark, walked silently in the corridor, did not knock on the door, and pointed at the crack of the door, and the door of Duanheng was opened by him.
Turning back to take a palm, Xuan Su raised his fingers and
hushed
on his lips, saw Duan Heng frowning and withdrew, and quickly handed over the note and leaves.
"That's why it's mysterious ..." Duan Heng snorted lightly, but still read the note, and raised his eyebrows.
Xuan Su was not weak, and he did not need to lose weight. The two leaped from the window and went south through the shade.
Liuhe River is located in the southern suburbs of the city. There are many willow trees around. The vegetation is lush and the water is gurgling.
But tonight, here is destined to be lively.
Ye Fusheng leaned against a willow tree, his arms around him, his eyes closed, his sleep asleep, and his feet were paralyzed with flesh.
Not like a person who can walk upright, just like a muddy person.
He dragged the monk here from the Mingzhu casino and treated him with the good medicine he carried. He even spent a pure internal force to protect the other's heart, and then he began to question.
It's Yomo's gentle smile and gentle movements, like a compassionate Bodhisattva. This fake monk who once licked the blood of the sword naturally didn't take him seriously.
After all the nonsense, Ye Fusheng started.
He still had a smile on his face, but his eyes seemed to be the window paper pierced by the tip of the knife, tearing hypocrisy and pretending, revealing a cold sharp edge, and the corner of the pale color mouth hooked into a terrible hook, as if it would be hooked in the next moment. Life.
This is really a bodhisattva, but also a ghost bodhisattva with a kind face and a cold heart.
Ye Fusheng said: "You have a tattoo on your body. It looks like you have been engraved on the skin for at least five years. From the rotten skin to the heart, it's nothing like it."
He pointed at the other person's shoulder with a scream of thunder, his throbbing fingers burst into flames, and the monk almost screamed. As a result, the monk screamed, and he was blocked by a stone, and his teeth were nearly broken.
The meridian of the left arm was broken, and Ye Fusheng took the stone with blood and smiled and said: "I have a bad temper today and I do n’t have patience. I especially hate the dogs in the Soul Palace. I only want to listen to the words I want to hear. The master wants to Okay. "
As a secret guardian of the Son of Heaven, Glimpse does secretive things like spying on prisons all year round. Ye Fusheng knows all those means of forcing confessions, whether he is in or out of the mainstream, even if there are no torture tools in Ouchi, he can call a person You can't survive without death.
In Huanghua Town's forced confession, he had taken care of Chu Xiwei's unwillingness to tell the man to see these pickled things, but he did not expect that Chu Xiwei's method was no worse than him. Thinking of this, Ye Fusheng felt worse by three points. His finger fell on the fake monk's left knee, but it was a gesture of "removing the flower".
"Where do you live in the Burial Soul Palace? What purpose do you come to Wuxiang Temple? And what is your status in Wuxiang Temple?"
The fake monk's forehead was cold and sweating, his lips trembling, but he couldn't say a word.
With a mouth that is harder than a clam shell, it is no wonder that it takes these days to follow Yingxiu. After all, if the latter wants information, they have to keep their hands on their hands, and Ye Fusheng is so cruel.
Even a thousand-year-old king, 80,000 years old turtle, who broke a hard shell and was not able to step on soft meat?
He usually hangs Erlang like a good-looking neighbor's uncle, but there is really no compassion for the villains behind these conspiracies.
The stone was blocked again. The hand sank on the knee and lifted the entire patella out of the joint. The internal force shocked, even if the flesh was still playing well, the knee was crushed and nowhere to focus.
The pain of the broken bone tears his heart and tears, and Ye Fusheng also squeezed his palm and asked with a smile: "Whether this post is to convene the martial arts conference, does it mean to see the abbot? How many dark piles have you put in each major school? "What is Zhou Feizhang's picture this time?"
The fake monk's eyes burst out, staring at him like a fish with live scales, muttering: "Kill me ..."
"Oh, can the people who fell on your hands be so easily relieved? They are all bed bugs struggling in the mire. What kind of iron-clad hero are they?" Ye Fusheng pulled hard and pulled off his nails. "You Say it, I will tell you to die; if you do n’t say it, I will let you live in pain. "
When Xuan Su and Duan Heng came here, the torture was over.
The fake monk had a broken body and veins, and his internal power was also abolished. There were many bone cracks on his body, and five nails were pulled out on his right hand.
Ye Fusheng is very skillful and opportunistic in asking questions, and does not rely solely on torture. Instead, he always throws his own questions and knocks at the door when he loses his mind, and then knocks sideways from only words and phrases to combine all the minutiae. Arise, by repeatedly asking and observing the authenticity, he discarded the false words mixed in and left the information he wanted.
Seeing that Xuan Su and Duan Heng had arrived, he glanced at the people on the ground and said that he went to the Mingzhu casino to inquire about information. Only the dark feather part was concealed, but it was simple and direct but focused on the point.
Although the name of the candlestick gambling house is not spread on the bright side, it plays an important role in the dark, even the Taishang Palace has heard of it. Although Duan Heng couldn't get along with him in trivial matters, he had never been unambiguous in major matters. After confirming that Ye Fusheng was correct, he carefully looked at the face of the fake monk and said, "I recognize this face. Disciple Henghe, the current West Hall of Wuxiang Temple, is said to have been a monk since childhood. "
Ye Fusheng raised an eyebrow, reached out and touched the fake monk's face, and smiled: "The face is this face, the person is not this person. Xiao Yangu, the master of the White Tiger Hall of the Soul Palace, is the most accommodating technique, men and women The hue is in her hand, especially the mask made of human skin is lifelike. This face should be peeled off by her and moved on this person's face, seamless. "
Xuan Su looked cold. These hot hands made him uncomfortable when he first came out of the rivers and lakes. He wished to raise his hand to end this person and make justice for the tragic death of Heng He.
Moving his eyes to calm his anger in his chest, Xuan Su asked: "It seems that I have planned it in the way I look at it."
He was younger than Ye Fusheng, but he started earlier, occupying the name of a brother. However, Ye Fusheng has a sophisticated style in his life. Xuan Su ca n’t even say "Sister Brother", and simply calls his name. Intersect.
"Yunshu is overestimated." Ye Fusheng shook his head and pointed to the false monk. "This person is a" Sky Spider "in the Five Poison Guards of the Soul Palace. He specializes in lurking and spying. Bu Xueyao is in charge. He was ordered to replace Henghe and sneak into the Wuxiang Temple. He cast his hands and feet next to the abbot of Seki, secretly exchanged the manpower in the temple, and brought the assassination of the "hundred feet" into the Wuxiang Temple. "
Duan Heng's face changed: "Don't anyone notice this big movement?"
"The Wuxiang Temple has a large population, and they have been planning this since many years ago, stealing the beams and changing the pillars three times and five times, which is quite 'moisturizing and silent'. Besides, it's not easy to see that the abbot is under control. , The news will naturally be hidden. "Ye Fusheng closed his eyes," not to mention this action, the Burial Soul Palace is the accomplice, and the mastermind. "
Xuan Su stunned: "Mastermind?"
"The sky is going to rain, and the wind will rise first in the north." Ye Fusheng's words were obscure, but Duan Heng immediately understood.
Holding Xuansu in one hand, Duan Heng flashed a gleam in his muddy old eyes: "Did Chu Yuan dare?"
"It's the cusp, the difference between the cloud and the mud between success and failure, why dare you dare?" Ye Fusheng said, "This person came here to connect with Chu Yuan's dark guard, only to be stared by the ground snake to reveal the situation. But this No matter whether it is Chu Yuan or He Lianyu, there should be a sensation on the outside of the Fan Festival, and the subsequent arrangements will naturally be adjusted. The plan learned from his mouth is useless. "
Xuan Su's brow furrowed; "In this case, we should tell Wulin the same thing as soon as possible to guard against the trap of the Soul Palace!"
Duan Heng shook his head: "Three religions and nine streams, five lakes and four seas, how easy it is to inform them in a short time? An accidentally playing grass and a snake will probably make the evil beast crazy, and the consequences will be even more unimaginable."
"Now there are many disciples of the martial arts who have come to ask about Chanshan. Although we have time to run now, if we want to fish them out, we will have to pretend to be stupid and go deep into the tiger's cave. Try to meet with the abbot Seman and the master Sekong. "Ye Fusheng raised his eyes." But like this black hand, he likes to double-pipe down to insure ... such as setting a urn in front and then breaking the back road. "
The martial arts conference was convened, and half of the elites of each school had emerged.
Xuan Su's face changed drastically, and Duan Heng lowered his eyes and said, "I will use the culvert to bring the intelligence and this person back to the Taishang Palace.
Ye Fusheng breathed lightly.
As an elder, Duan Heng must not leave the inn for too long. When he mentioned this fake monk, he hurried to and fro. He wanted to make arrangements at night.
The leftover Xuan Su stayed beside Ye Fusheng. The young Dao Chang's eyes were low, his face was faint, and he looked a little gloomy.
Can't sleep on the left and right, Ye Fusheng asked him while walking back, "Isn't it unpleasant to hear such private calculations?"
Xuan Su nodded: "Before going down the mountain, Uncle Duan Qing once said to me, 'The red dust is ten thousand and eight thousand miles, one step is a river and a lake', so I can't take it lightly, and I shouldn't waste the idea ... At that time, I thought , Jianghu is a dangerous place. "
"Swords and swords, love and hatred are naturally dangerous." Ye Fusheng smiled. "However, the epiphyllum blooms in the evening, and the sing-song begins in the end. Many legends in the world are written in the life of nine deaths. Beauty is like flowers, picturesque mountains; With a smile, muddy wine and a pot ... The danger of rivers and lakes lies in people's hearts, and the beauty of rivers and lakes lies in human feelings. "
Xuan Su looked at him: "Are the most beautiful rivers and lakes, after walking through the storm, will you not get bored?"
"Of course you will get bored, but where is life not in the rivers and lakes?" Ye Fusheng's hand rubbed the knife handle. "Once my teacher also sealed the knife and retired, he became a home, but eventually died in the rivers and lakes."
Xuan Su frowned.
"It is said that the rivers and lakes are a three-footed red platform. They sing a drama full of joys and sorrows, and wait until the song ends." Ye Fusheng looked at him. "But I think that the rivers and lakes are the same road. . "
The road is winding and winding, with flowers and thorns all over it, there are avenues that go side by side, and there are also trails that walk alone. Sometimes the mountains and rivers produce pride, or the deep valleys linger. Many people fail to reach the end, either halfway, or go astray, or stay in a mountain pass forever.
Everyone has their own fate, and they can't be blamed for advancing and retreating, but if they are still alive, they have to go on.
"Isn't it tiring to carry so many things along the rivers and lakes?" Xuan Su understood the hidden meaning in his words and couldn't help asking.
"Of course you are tired." Ye Fusheng smiled. "But when I put down the things on my back, and feel that I am light, I still have to carry these on my back, lest I be blown to the end of the world by a gust of wind. There is no root. "
It doesn't matter boredom and likes and dislikes. If you are born in heaven and earth, you should take the burden to travel far.
It is heavier than Mount Tai, or lighter than Hongmao.
All kinds of people have different opinions from outsiders, and only they know their own heart, and they are willing to carry it through thousands of mountains and rivers, and be thorny.
It is said that I feel at home in my heart, but in fact every step I walk down to earth is my way back.
Ye Fusheng put his hands behind his head, a grass stem in his mouth, and hummed a small song while walking in the night road—
"The red dust road is long, the ups and downs are chasing the waves, the young man is very old, and he sighs Hong Yan's evening photos; Xiaoyao, overturning Yunyu are all talking and laughing; love words pouring, righteousness screaming, liver and gallbladder paid a sword sweep! One song is over, Wan Chengyuan said, whoever lives and dies with me, let him wind and rain, Ren Xiaoxiao ... "