Chapter 113: Xuanxin

Duan Qing came here only half a day before Xuan Su.
That day he said goodbye to Ye Fusheng and his party, trying to retreat and adjust his internal information, but encountered Zhao Bingmo running into the mountains. With the simple and brutal approach of Duan Qingdao, he wanted to directly win the chase out of the mountain gate, but the blindness was invisible. However, Zhao Bingmo said clearly, and Duanqing knew that he could not stand by.
The Soul Palace controlled Wuxiang Temple, used Zhao Qing as a bait, and took the martial arts convention as a trap to lead the world's heroes into the urn. This is a big deal. Even if it is exhausted, it will not be available. There must be more powerful forces behind support.
Zhao Bingmo told him that Li Yuan Chu Yuan was going to reverse.
For Duan Qing, the people and things in his eyes are too simple, and the right and wrong are clear, and there are no conflicts of interest beside him. If this is just a river and lake fight, he would rather be in the mountains You won't care about sitting.
However, since ancient times, there have been no eggs under the cover of the nest-the war started, bitter people; rivers and lakes chaos, collapse ethics.
No matter how cool Duanqing is, he still has a bottom line.
He can look down on life and death love and hate, but can not regard life as a mustard.
Zhao Bingmo needs a strong ally to help her develop the layout. The so-called powerful in addition to the proud force that can compete with Helian also has the power to compete with the Burial Soul Palace. The former must be able to do it, while the latter has to find another way. others.
At present, all the major factions are like a piece of sand, and they have their own martial arts competition for profit, and finding them is nothing more than gain. Under the trade-off, Duan Qing handed over the affairs of the Taishang Palace to the sister-in-law who had been quietly recuperating for a long time-Master Duan Hui, and then took Zhao Bingmo to Dongming Valley.
The accumulation of the Baiguimen is only the tip of the iceberg on the rivers and lakes. Even if Duanqing and Shen Wuduan intersect, they do n’t have to ask their private factions. The only thing that can be determined is that they can play against the Soul Palace now. The only force in the world is the one hundred ghost gates.
When they were invited into the Ningmo compartment and saw Shen Wuduan and Chu Xiwei appear, Duanqing knew they would agree to the matter.
Because Shen Wuwu trailed behind Chu Xiwei half a step.
The elders are first, respected by seniority and respected by status. When Shen Wuduan willingly stands behind Chu Xiwei, it means that Bai Guimen really started to change a master.
Shen Wuduan created the intelligence skynet with hundreds of ghost gates in one hand, so that the lone ghosts inside can live in the ground; Chu Xiwei will use the thunder to quickly cut the mess and bring a group of ghosts from to the world.
Duanqing looked at Chu Xiwei, and the string that had been falling in his heart slowly loosened.
Zhao Bingmo made the case clear, Chu Xiwei took the opportunity to lay out, and Qingdu and Shen Wuduan watched silently from the beginning to the terminal until they negotiated matters and reached cooperation.
Shen Wuduan asked him softly: "You finally decided?"
Duan Qing removed the tea lid and drank a hot sip of tea. There was no discoloration on the face, as if just drinking a sip of cold water.
He put down the teacup and said to Shen Wuyuan: "Enough."
What Shen Wuduan said afterwards, Duan Qing could not remember it, and it is easy to forget many things at an old age, including many things he has done and many people he has seen. However, there are three or two figures in my heart, and the landscape in front of me.
Chu Xiwei wanted to mobilize the deployment of Bai Guimen, and it took two more days. Zhao Bingmo received the order of Helian Yu, and could not wait any longer. Duan Qing went to ask Chan Shan with her.
All the way to the stars and the moon, galloping along the horses, and in a trance, he was frivolous when he was young, but unfortunately the horse was not a picturesque young boy splashing ink, and he was the old man of frost and snow.
Until early this morning, when they arrived at Chan Mountain, Zhao Bingmo led away Xue Xueyao, and Duanqing took the opportunity to enter Du'e Cave.
In fact, this is not the first time he came here. When he was young, he also went here with his brother to talk about Sekong, but now that the end of the world has been transformed into decayed earth, and Sekong is also old.
The moment Duan Qing entered the Chamber of Secrets, he saw these crazy people and the color space of kneeling and playing the piano in the cave.
He saw the numbness and numbness of these people. His heart, which had been still like water, was like breaking into a sharp stone, piercing the still water fiercely, taking root in the river bed, like a catfish in his throat.
Duan Qing has seen such a situation, and to be precise, he was not uncommon in such a crazy and scene 13 years ago, when he was leaving Gu Zuofang with Gu Lifang on his way.
This is a lunatic animal that has been filled with ecstasy from the Burial Soul Palace.
Anger flashed across his chest, only for a moment.
He no longer has the right to joy and anger, no matter how much righteousness and grief he is fleeting and disappearing.
Putting fingers on Yu Xiao, before waiting for Duan Qing to clear his hand, he heard Sekong opening: "Is Duan Qingdao the leader."
Duan Qingfan had a cave in his body, sat cross-legged next to Sekong, and said, "They are dead and living as corpses, so why not let them go?"
Sekong shook his head: "The body is not dead, the spirit is immortal, why can't the heart live?"
Duan Qing looked down and saw that Sekong was still strumming the strings. The cocoons of his fingertips had been cut open, revealing fine blood stains. I don't know how long he had been playing.
However, with the continuation of the Qin Shui, the mad man slowly calmed down again, and stood still, twitching his body from time to time, struggling in his eyes.
"The amount of medicine they are taking is not large, but the effect of the medicine is swift and violent, and it has not reached the point where there is no cure." Sekong spoke softly, and his tone could not cover his fatigue. "I attached the internal force to the piano music, with "Ask the Water" to appease his mind and reduce the effects of drugs on them. "
Duan Qing swept his eyes and carefully observed the situation of these people, and it was indeed different from what was seen in Mi Zu Ling, and there was still a clear line of sight.
People who are insane drugs will attack others and kill each other. Due to the blood riots, acupuncture points can no longer stop them. In general, only killing can stop them.
This time, because of the reduction in the amount of medicine, there is still a rescue.
He looked at Sekong, the old monk's eyes were blind, his eyelids collapsed, and he looked a little scary, and because of the constant internal force over the past few days, he became more and more stubborn.
"Buddhists are compassionate, so they deliberately reduced the amount of medicine and gave these people a lifeline, so that you can be willing to be trapped here and waste your internal energy, even if it is difficult to break through." Duan Qing lowered his eyelids. If you cast iron pillars as well as draw the ground, the person who counts you knows you. "
Sekong said: "If you die, you won't be saved.
"You have the heart of crossing the embarrassment, but the Wuxiang Temple has become a land of disaster. You have saved these forty people, and you have to put thousands of people in the temple?" Duan Qing's doubts said without fluctuation, as if it was just a Plain and straightforward, but the most shocking.
"Being small is big, taking more and discarding less, this is indeed the overall view since ancient times, but ..." Sekong whispered, "Taishan is at the top, and when the time comes, who really wants to be the side that is abandoned?"
After a short pause, Sekong continued: "Since the founding of Wuxiang Temple, it has grown bigger and bigger. Nowadays, the monks have been sincere and sincere, and they are obsessed with the world, and they are not willing to be buddhas. They are all poisonous. This great catastrophe may not be a complete experience, but it can only be nirvana after the fire. "
Duan Qingdao said: "What if Nirvana is not turned into ashes?"
Sekong shook his head and said a Buddhist slogan, saying: "The success and failure of Ku Rong has his own fixed number, which is treated with ordinary heart and conforms to the will of heaven."
Duan Qing was silent.
He didn't speak, but he sighed: "Forgetting feelings, I thought you had seen through."
Duan Qing shook his head: "I just watched enough."
He fell silent. Fortunately, the cave was not small, barely enough for him to dwell, closed his eyes, and calmly adjusted in the soft melody of "Ask the Water" until the stone door opened again, and Xuan Su broke in.
The human being awakened from the confusion, attacked the intruder frantically, opened his eyes, and watched every behavior and expression change of Xuan Su.
Not seen for a few days, Xuan Su has grown a lot compared to when he was on a mountain. His movements are more flexible and his eyes are firmer. Although the reaction of the battle is still a little helpless, he can make more changes on the premise of sticking to his heart.
Duan Qing was a little relieved, but knew that it could not be delayed any longer.
Yu Xiao lifted it to his lips, gathered his internal force to blow a thunderous sound, and inserted it into the piano music at a time when the hair could not be sent, to destroy the mind and shock the soul.
This flute sound condensed half of his internal strength, forcibly triggering the resonance of the blood and blood in these people, and he could not get up for a while.
Xuan Su was shocked.
He never thought that Duanqing would appear here. His full stomach was stuck in his throat, and he didn't hold back a word. Duanqing didn't have time to talk nonsense to him. He asked the current situation of Wuxiang Temple in a few words. Drive him away.
Xuan Su grabbed Tong Xiao, and rarely shook his head into a rattle: "Uncle Master, Master, it is dangerous to stay here for a long time. Before Bu Xueyao has come back, let's go quickly."
Duan Qingdao said: "You stay here to no avail, let's go."
"but……"
Duan Qing's eyebrows were faint: "Dangdang continued to suffer from chaos, instead of delaying time here, it is better to go back to Wuxiang Temple to stare at the situation and adapt to the situation."
Sekong also smiled slightly: "How can we save people in the end? Why is it halfway? Xuan Su, go ahead and live with yourself."
Xuan Su originally wanted to say that his eyes fell on the human being who was lying down by Xiao Yinzhen, but he swallowed it back.
He was already sweating by holding Tong Xiao's hand, and he saw that someone was already slowing down, knowing that it could no longer be dragged.
I just hate to have thoughts, but I can't catch them.
Xuan Su's throat choked, but only to salute, clenched his teeth, turned over and fell, stepped through the messy ground, pushed open the stone door and flashed out.
It wasn't until the Shimen closed again that Sekong laughed: "Compared to Duan Yaodao, you are quite harsh on him."
"Since Brother is there, he was still young; now, he is already old." Duan Qing said lightly, "People can't be like a hundred days, only grow in order to be long-term."
Sekong whispered that the palm of his hand was false on the strings: "You will never admit your fate."
Duanqing slowly raised the corner of his mouth.
Since he was in a forgotten situation, his emotions have not touched the corners of his eyebrows, and his smile has never been preserved. Now it is inevitable that the lip corners of this line are a bit stiff.
However, it seemed that Qianzhang Bingfeng slowly cracked a gap, pouring cold water from it, slowly warming up in the wind.
"There is nothing in the world that is fixed, so I and other practitioners can die in the morning. But ..." Duan Qing raised his eyes, "Life is in the world, just as ants are to the mountains and seas, they are all small, only because of the heart. Perseverance, perseverance. "
He Yan is destined for several days, and he asks himself.
"You have a sense of self, then it's best." Sekong sighed for a long time, and entered the place from the end, he couldn't help tightening his heartstrings, and now the dust can finally settle.
Duan Qing suddenly asked: "I haven't spoken before, how do you know that I came in?"
Sekong's fingers rubbed against the body of the piano, and he smiled and said: "But Wen Yunkai is in a storm, who doesn't know the king (Note)?"
The voice did not fall, "click", Xuan Xinqin even separated from the bottom one layer.
This piano was thicker, thicker, wider and longer than normal. Now it was pressed down and it was discovered that the base was actually added by a layer of subsequent processing. The inside was hollowed out and a sword was hidden.
The three-foot sword, wrapped in layers of cloth covered with scriptures, cannot be seen as it is.
Sekong put down Xuan Xinqin, picked up this layer of piano case, and pushed it in the direction of Duanqing.
His voice was still very soft, but he brought a light smile that relieved him: "The end of the world is entrusted to him, I hope I can continue to use" Wang Shui "to remove this sword's ferociousness. "

PS: I wo n’t write monk priests easily next time, and my spirit level is not enough.
Note: Adapted from Gao Shi's "Don't Dongda": "Mo Chou has no way to know himself, no one in the world knows kings."