Chapter 112: Carduelis

Ye Fusheng has seen many unrealistic gadgets in his life. For example, Xing Hua Fen of Wu Ji Wine Shop made a three-pointed water but insisted on aging, but these are inferior to crossing the hole.
Judging from his experience during the past half hour, the place should not be called "Du'e Cave", and it would be more realistic to change the name to "Hidden Cave".
I don't know why a monk's ascetic practice, why there are so many secret institutions, as if an intestine hit countless knots, there are roadblocks from time to time. Ye Fusheng was going to walk around the sentry and watch out for endless institutions, and he took himself into a dead end with little attention.
In front is a road blocked by boulders. Behind them are chasing soldiers who are about to turn around the corner. Ye Fusheng twisted his eyebrows and pressed the knife handle with his hand. He suddenly realized that his shoulders were tight. He almost pulled the knife out of the sheath and bucked the trend. Fortunately, he endured the instinct and turned it up with the force of this tug.
There is a natural convex stone on top of it, which is enough to thank the little child who has shrunk on it. Two adults have to use it to step on the foot, and the body leans against the cave wall.
Ye Fusheng was wrapped around his waist with his left arm. The two were like paper-cuts attached to each other, almost indistinguishable from each other. The opponent leaned back against the wall of the cave, holding a dagger in the right hand and inserted it into the gap between the stones, barely stabilizing the body. The warm breath was gently sprayed on Ye Fusheng's ear. The latter was a little itchy and couldn't help shrinking his neck.
They didn't say a word, and even slowed their breathing. From this angle, they could see the chasing soldiers running in and lit the torches to search around. Fortunately, this position was secret and inappropriate. The shadow and the shadow were integrated, otherwise they would soon Will be exposed.
Despite the fire, Ye Fusheng didn't rush back to see who was reaching out, but picked a gravel with his fingers, narrowed his eyes to find the gap, and threw it out while the chasing soldiers were busy searching.
Hearing the movement, the long-awaited chasing soldiers rushed out immediately, but Ye Fusheng and the two did not rush to speak or land. They held their breath for a while. Sure enough, there were four people turning around with torches. go away.
The body was a little stiff because of this twisted stance, and the waist bar was sore with a hoop. Ye Fusheng grinned and put his ear against the wall of the cave. He heard the movement gradually away and slowly relieved his breath.
The person behind had not let him go, but tightened the hoops more tightly.
Ye Fusheng stretched out his hand and did not move twice, but also lost his temper. He never looked back, but sighed and complained: "Ayao, lightly, I have a backache."
He held his arm stiffly, and finally loosened it, but did not retract it, but there was some more space, and he was circled in vain.
Ye Fusheng didn't hurry to break free, but turned around in this rare gap, but the two were too close together, he felt a hot lip on his movement, and rubbed a soft cheek.
When Chu Xiwei reached his lips, he died back in his stomach, only to feel that this short stroke was like a soft water flowing through the land under the drought, seeping into the cracks, moistening the dry inside, and revitalizing vitality.
It was dark here, and they did not dare to ignite the fold of fire. Ye Fusheng naturally could not see Chu Xiwei's pale face reddening, but through his shirt, he felt the impression of chest.
Chu Xiwei's heart beat quickly, just like a naughty child took a stone to float on the heart lake. The stone bounced a few times and then fell into the water with a thump, and it couldn't calm for a long time.
Such a big person, and the mood is as changeable as a child.
Ye Fusheng wanted to laugh a little, but his eyes were a little hot.
He blinked and leaned into Chu Xiwei's ear with his feelings and said softly, "A Yao, why are you here?"
Chu Xiwei turned his head and took the usual indifferent tone: "Follow you."
His light work was taught by Ye Fusheng. He has never stopped practicing no matter the wind sword or snow sword in the past decade. From the point of view of Xia Feibu, Chu Xiwei is not inferior to Ye Fusheng. He wasn't chasing closely, and he was deliberately hiding his tracks. Ye Fusheng's attention was mostly on Hengyuan, and it was not surprising that he would ignore him.
Ye Fusheng tried to clear the key and smiled: "The person who smashed the tree is really you."
He was a bit strange at the time. It stands to reason that a person who can quietly approach them should not make such a careless noise. The other party does not seem to be accidental, but it seems to deliberately interrupt Xue Chanyi and Ye Fusheng's behavior.
When Ye Busheng walked to the tree and looked closely, there was already speculation.
The fist marks on the tree trunk seem ordinary, but they focus on one point in the middle, and then collapse into the four sides. It is a trace left by someone with great attainment on the "breaking the face with a point".
However, this method, Ye Fusheng is too familiar-thunder.
At that time, he speculated that Chu Xiwei might have learned through Wuguimen's secret report that Wuxiang Temple had changed, so he secretly rushed to Wenshan Mountain and destroyed the traces of the fist prints.
Ye Fusheng thought to leave Dudu Cave and try to find him, but the two met here.
When he mentioned this, Chu Xiwei was a little annoyed: "Why? Do you disturb me ..."
Before he had finished speaking, Ye Fusheng reached behind his head with one hand, held him close to his side, and laughed lightly: "Good demeanor, Mo vinegar, Master does not eat sour."
After a pause, Ye Fusheng replied: "I only have to look after the old generation's juniors to Xue Xue. There is no other intention, don't think about it."
Chu Xiwei's chin knocked on Ye Fusheng's shoulder, feeling the opponent's hand stroked down the back of his head to the vest, and the whole person was like a cat with smooth hair, and slowly put away the spur.
He mumbled, "I don't think much, but she will."
At that time, Ye Fusheng didn't pay attention, but Chu Xiwei looked at the score behind the tree. Xue Chanyi's eyes were soft when she raised her hand. Although there was no love, she had Muai's thoughts.
The daughter's family is just the time when love began, and he met a man who had suffered a lot, but the man was still very suave, and Wen Tao Wulue, even if he has not yet evoked the feelings of men and women, will eventually feel good.
Ye Fusheng was stunned and couldn't help laughing: "A Yao, you look at me a thousand times, but others may not see me like this."
Chu Xiwei didn't speak, his chin rubbed on his shoulder, itchy.
Ye Fusheng had many things to tell him, but at the moment it was not a good time for his children, he had to pat his back with one hand, his feet were wrong, his body turned, and the two turned over to the floor, only to start a dust.
This place has just been searched, the outposts are busy searching elsewhere, and now it is considered temporarily safe. Ye Fusheng dusted his clothes and opened the door: "Wuxiang Temple is already under the control of the Burial Soul Palace. This martial arts meeting is afraid to play a urn to catch turtles."
If what he expected was correct, Zhao Qing ’s capture was true, but in fact it was just the bait he was thrown by Helian Yu. It ’s not a lossless trade to get a right protector for so many martial arts. .
Chu Xi nodded slightly, but said: "Do you know who Zhao Qing is?"
Ye Fusheng thought a little: "This person, Zhao Qing, has no reputation except for the case of Huangshan. It is reasonable to say that he can't sit on the position of the right protector. I am afraid that it is the top of the Zhanlian relationship ... I heard that there is also a left protector in the Soul Palace. , Called "Zhao Bing Mo", could the two be related? "
Chu Xiwei said: "Mother and son."
Ye Fusheng raised his eyebrows. He did n’t know much about Zhao Bing Mo. He only knew that this person was the left protector of the Burial Soul Palace. He was almost destined. He had helped Helian Yu manage the house of the Burial Soul Palace for many years. Although the track defense and the secret training are not as well-known, it is a real and ruthless character.
In his thinking, Chu Xiwei seemed to have a spirit in his heart, and said: "Zhao Bingmo comes from her mother's surname, and her elder brother is Helian Shen, the former lord of the Burial Soul Palace."
Ye Fusheng was surprised.
The Burial Soul Palace is now in the hands of Helian Yu, but it has only been passed down for two generations, but its rapid rise and ruthless means have become the devil ’s leader in more than thirty years. The inner and middle links are intertwined, and the scope of power is quite wide. It is difficult to uproot. Up.
Ye Fusheng had planted a big head in Helian Yu since that year, and has been following the intelligence of the Burial Soul Palace since, knowing that its predecessor was a large family with the surname Helian outside the Southwest Pass. The Helian family has been inherited for a hundred years. The ancestors were mixed with the barbarians. They also intermarried with the barbarians from generation to generation. At the time, they had in-laws with the royal family of the previous dynasty. After the founding of Dachu, the forces of the Helian family pulled out of the Central Plains and returned to the customs.
Thirty-four years ago, the Helian family was divided internally, and a two-year-long merger battle began between the declining host family and the increasingly powerful side branches. Eventually, the main family became extinct, and the side branches won. The first generation of the palace is Helian Shen.
Ye Fusheng pondered for a moment: "My understanding of Helian Shen is limited to a volume of information. The person who wrote this book is very powerful and ruthless, and he is a rare overall player. Otherwise, he will not open the way for the funeral palace, but he is stubborn, I do n’t know what ’s happening, so I ’m not going to die if I ’m on someone else ’s path. "
Ye Yingsheng knows that it is not surprising that the Fuyingwei intelligence network is the only one in the world. Wen Yan, Chu Xiwei sneered, added: "Sixteen years ago, Jiang Hu was rumored that Helian Shen died violently, and the Master of the Soul Palace has since changed into Helian Yu. The inner power quickly transferred to his hands, do you think Is this reasonable? "
Ye Fusheng narrowed his eyes: "At that time, Zhao Bingmo helped Helian Yu?"
"Without Zhao Bing Mo, it would never be so easy for He Lian Yu to gather forces, but what if Zhao Bing Mo wanted to fight him back?" Chu Xi smiled: "Zhao Bing Mo because he planted a big head, now he has to copy books Get back profitably. "
He spoke obscurely, but Ye Fusheng was very keen and smelled a smell. I am afraid that the death of Helian Shen and the turning of Zhao Bingmo's elbow to the outside were still inside.
Helian Yu deceived Zhao Bingmo with a lie. Now that the latter knows the truth, he naturally has to collect debts.
Ye Fusheng's thoughts changed sharply, combining the information that Yingxiu told him with the current situation of Wuxiang Temple, and said, "You have cooperated with Zhao Bingmo."
Helian Royal Mantis catches cicadas, but have you ever thought that there are still cardinals behind her?
Thinking of this, Ye Fusheng touched his chin: "A Yao, you are planning to find out the truth and reality in the Wuxiang Temple first, weigh the available and credible people, and explore the deployment of the Burial Soul Palace ... Wait until something goes wrong. At that time, can you suddenly rise up? "
Chu Xiwei raised her eyebrows: "Am I doing something wrong?"
"That's right, it's just not enough. Dormant standby is a good method, but it is also easy to put yourself in a dangerous situation. If you want to confront Helian Yu, this way is correct, but if you want to take the opportunity to bite the burial palace, then Hundred ghost gates alone are not enough. "Ye Fusheng's eyes also shone in the dark, like an old fox with no good intentions," You can send someone to search along the way out of the mountain, if I estimate it is good, there should be Good harvest ... "