Chapter 121: Play corner

Ye Fusheng was suddenly caught in the wrist, and subconsciously lifted his elbow and hit it. The other party had expected it, and he stepped back to avoid the blow and said softly: "It's me."
The figure of Chu Xiwei was exposed behind the red lacquered wooden pillar. Even if it wasn't real, Ye Fusheng knew exactly what he was doing, and pulled the corner of his mouth: "Ayao."
The difference is actually not in the middle of the night, just because things go through twists and turns and they are so unrecognizable in the blink of an eye.
Chu Xiwei was shortly separated from Duanqing under the valley, and received the news of the fire in the Tibetan scriptures and the sudden change of the Futu Tower. He knew that something was wrong in the Wuxiang Temple. Need to hide the head and tail at the tip of the storm, but thinking about it, still taking risks.
Although he came quickly, it was too late. He could only see a fire approaching the end. The black smoke rushed to the sky with a pungent scent, and he could not keep his life when he saw people coming and going.
Chu Xi touched Ye Fusheng's hand slightly, broke his clenched fingers, and the palm of his hand was covered with nails with blood marks, and the latter stretched his fingers afterwards.
Chu Xi frowned slightly: "You claim to be smart, why don't you know that it hurts like a fool?"
"How do you say it?" Ye Fusheng regained his lip, rubbing the corner of his mouth. "No problem. Why are you here?"
Chu Xi glanced at him slightly and pushed open the door behind it. This is a Zen room. It was originally a place where monks rested. Now everyone gathers in the Tibetan scripture building, and it is vacant here.
The two entered the house and closed the doors and windows, but there was a place to talk temporarily. Chu Xiwei didn't mention the fire in the Tibetan scriptures, but talked about another piece of information he got before: "My subordinates found the trace of" One Hundred Feet "in Galan City. A group of them assassinated Sun Minfeng and died himself. In the hands of another force. "
Ye Fusheng's face sank.
The deployment personnel of the Burial Soul Palace secretly besieged and asked about Zen Mountain. Both he and Chu Xiwei had expected it, but he did not expect that the other party would put the "hundred feet" in the city of Galan. Lian Yu was confident of this action.
However, in the city of Galan, he was able to kill the "Hundred Foot" man, grab his life from his hand, and disappeared without a trace, so that the Baiguimen could not find the calendar temporarily ... only one.
The light flashed quietly in the eyes, Ye Fusheng was very tired, but it didn't show up on the face, just asked Chu Xiwei: "How are you going?"
Chu Xiwei closed his eyes: "Although Sun Mingfeng's life and death are unknown, he has not found his body. It must have been saved by someone. Whether the other party is an enemy or a friend, since he saved him, he must have a plan. Before that, he was safe. Yes. He was in distress this time. Although the Hundred Ghost Gate lost his staff and exposed his whereabouts, the same is true of the "Hundred Foot". "
Ye Fusheng said clearly: "You want to create the illusion that one hundred ghost gates enter this place in Galan City, and adjust the eyes of the Burial Soul Palace to Galan City, which is convenient to ask the pile in Chan Shan to take advantage of the opportunity. At the same time," Hundred Foot "is exposed Can also do some articles about things. "
"Yes, but I have to stay here to ask Chan Mountain. There is also someone who needs to pay attention to the city of Galan. One is to find the whereabouts of ghost doctors, and the other is to try to solve the" hundred feet ", otherwise the back and the enemy will be attacked. Looking at him in a fixed manner, "I need you to help me."
Ye Fusheng wanted to laugh, but couldn't help but ask him: "Everyone said, 'I was bitten by a snake for ten years and I was afraid of the well rope'. A Yao, how dare you believe me?"
Chu Xiwei's hand on the table slowly clenched into a fist.
Ye Fusheng knows that this sentence is not pleasant, and the thoughts involved are more hateful, but some things can't be avoided forever, and if they are not spread out, they can only accumulate under the wound, and they will fester and rot sooner or later.
"You want me to help you deal with the matter of Galan City, that is, put all the action layout of the Baiguimen into my hands, including your order to order the Baigui, and you must divide half of my letter to let me send troops, but you have Did n’t think I ’m not worthy of trust?
Ye Fusheng condensed,
This time the Soul Palace colluded with Chu Yuan and it was a matter of imperial power. The imperial court will never let go of Chan Shan. I ’m afraid that Yingying Wei is not far from here. These are handed over to me, and I leave your line of sight to go to the city of Galan, but if my heart is out of order, I may go to the court again, and regard the Hundred Ghost Gate as a stepping stone to kill the burial soul palace. The fisherman ’s benefit. You may be slashing by then, and I ’m alone. "
After a pause, Ye Fusheng's voice turned cold: "A Yao, do you dare?"
Chu Xiwei's knuckles had been pinched white, but his face was paler.
He remembered Duan Qing's words, and he kept avoiding things that he didn't want to think about.
Can you really be ignorant and unconscious?
"I don't know." Chu Xiwei looked up at him, "It is often said that 'waiting for a change, but the old man's heart' (Note), then you will change, who can think that you will not repeat the trick now?"
Ye Fusheng smiled softly: "So, change your mind."
"The decision I made, no matter what the result is, will never regret it." Chu Xiwei Shu spread his fingers, his eyes deep as an all-inclusive night sky, hiding all the temptations and dormant standby, "I chose you this time because of Galan City Critical and dangerous, there are no more suitable people besides you. Second, if I can't give you trust even once, why talk about the future? "
Ye Fusheng's eyelids lifted: "So, do you want to gamble me with Bai Guimen's foundation for many years?"
The relationship between the two of them has never been a matter of the two themselves. During this period, enmity, hatred, responsibilities and tasks are all intertwined, and it is not clear.
Others say love and hate, but the word likes and dislikes, it is hard to say a sincere word on them.
"Before I answer this question, you tell me one thing." Chu Xiwei suddenly raised her lips, "No matter what your answer is, it will not affect whether I bet or not, but I am not willing to make a confusion The confused fish is caught by a baitless hook, and the flesh is not fleshed. "
Ye Fusheng said: "You said."
Chu Xiwei probed a cloth bag into his arms, spread out the towel, and exposed the celadon hairpin. He asked in a slow and deep voice, "What do you mean by giving me this?"
Ye Fusheng's gaze turned on the celadon hairpin, but an ordinary item bought by a roadside stall was put into his arms like a treasure by the Baiguimen who was accustomed to wine and wealth. Consciously rubbing on the hairpin, the fingertips tremble slightly, like a child who does not know that we will welcome sweet dates or sticks at the next moment.
"It doesn't matter if you think about it for a while, think about it again ..." Chu Xiwei's voice is dumb, "In short, don't lie to me."
Upon hearing this, Ye Fusheng raised his eyebrows and chuckled.
He got up and walked behind Chu Xiwei. The young man didn't know whether he was nervous or not. He sat motionless and didn't look back.
Ye Fusheng's movements were familiar with the fingers inserted in the black satin hair of Raven Feather. After all, he wasn't hairless since he was small, but it was rare to have such a meticulous time. After combing the fingers, he didn't break a hair.
It is said that the world is hard to find a good place to spend a full moon and personnel, but I don't know that the most difficult thing is that my blue hair becomes snow, and your white hair is like frost.
Holding the hand, grow old with the child; the hair is better, Huang Quan shares the pillow.
It has always been a vow to make it easy.
Ye Fusheng twisted half of Chu Xiwei's hair into a bun, bundled celadon hairpins, slid his hands down his shoulders and necks, hugged the man who was no longer a child, and gently rubbed his chin against the top of his hair .
He said softly: "A Yao, after this matter, I will give you an explanation, and then ..."
Chu Xiwei didn't move in his arms, and looked at the empty veil without blinking. Time seemed to solidify into a thick ink on the scroll at this moment, lingering and washing, It can only be gradually spread out, covering the whole life.
"May you and I have the spirit to settle, and have a moment of dust to settle for a happy reunion."
The chest close to the back is not hot, and the hands covering the back of his hand are also cool. Only when he talked, his body vibrated slightly, which made his heart beat like a drum.
Chu Xiwei waited too long for this answer, and thought he would be ecstatic, but in the end he was only relieved by Dashi.
"it is good."
He smiled and held Ye Fusheng's hand with his backhand.
Ye Fusheng asked him: "So, what is your answer?"
Chu Xi smiled and said: "I believe in you, and I am naturally happy."
If you believe it wrong ...
Ye Fusheng didn't ask any more, but rubbed his head again, his head lowered, and murmured something in Chu Xiwei's ear, but the latter didn't hear it.
A Yao, if I lose you again, I will die without a burial place, and I will never be a king from now on.
"Someone broke into the nest, you can't catch it. What's the use of the waste you want?"
A figure smashed heavily on the wall, and he stumbled a few times when he fell, but failed to get up. Two lines of black blood came out of the eyes exposed outside the mask, which was no longer alive.
When crossing the cave, Bu Xueyao withdrew his palms, and his anger was still there.
He was just a patrol sentry last night, and he didn't want to meet Zhao Bingmo's old temptress. There was some discord between the two. You come and go to ridicule and sneer, and it has been a delay.
Bu Xueyao didn't expect, but it was just such a time that Du'e Cave was discovered by people.
After a thousand thoughts, Bu Xueyao gathered his anger and asked, "Is the left protector here?"
The subordinate replied in a trembling manner: "I have already sent someone to please, but ... there is no reply from Zuo Hufa."
Bu Xueyao frowned and waved his screen to retreat from them. These people did not dare to say a word. He lifted the body across his clothes and burrowed into the cave.
Pacing to the cave entrance platform, Bu Xueyao closed his eyes, while waiting for Zhao Bing Moth, while slowly combing these details, his heart was undulating and his face was quiet.
This is another hour.
He is an excellent hunter, but he is always tired of waiting, like a poisonous snake. Although he can stay dormant in the swamp for a long time, he will trap the prey's life when he riots. dead.
The person who is so tired of waiting has been waiting in front of this mountain wall for so long, the mood will not be wonderful anyway. So when he heard the sound of the chain pulling from the top of his head, his face was quenched with poison despite the smile on his face.
"Left Guardian can be regarded as coming." His body leaning lazily on the mountain wall slowly straightened, his eyes twitching, "The poor slave's family will be blown away by the mountain wind here."
Zhao Bingmo is still in a somewhat nondescript alien dress. The blue silk thread is wrapped around the recurring bun. The three crescent hairpins jingle when she turns her head. Only the scimitar hanging from the waist is still and hanging. None of the golden bells under the hilt made any slight noise.
She was older and had wrinkles in the corners of her eyes, which could not be compared to the petiteness of the big girl and the younger daughter-in-law, but after hearing the pretense of Bu Xueyao, she snorted contemptuously, her lips purplishly painted purple A hook, but not rude, but a bit more eerie beauty.
If Bu Xueyao is a brightly colored venomous snake, he can soften the edges with smoothness and pretend to be a harmless illusion; Zhao Bing Moth is a poisonous flower that will fail in bloom, even if the petals have withered more than half, there are still bright colors. And covered with stinger.
Her disdain for Bu Xueyao overflowed with words, too lazy to cover up, and too lazy to talk nonsense with him, only said: "Little bitch, your medicine is too much, and many people have left the mountain in recent days. The wind is leaking. "
Bu Xueyao didn't care about this title, only patted his chest with his hand: "Oh, but a little powder, it can't compare to the small amount of medicine prepared for the group of people. I thought that the martial arts group gathered together. How wasteful, how can you blame the slaves? "
After a pause, Bu Xueyao replied: "Earlier, I left a letter to request the left guardian to come over. Why is the left guardian too late, and I don't know what to do? If there is a place where the slave family can get help, please also leave the left. You are welcome to protect the law. "
Zhao Bingmo chuckled: "The Palace Master is coming soon."
Bu Xueyao's face changed, and soon returned to normal, Man said with a smile: "That dare to have a good relationship, as soon as the palace master comes, the slave's heart will be solid."
"The palace master asked me to bring you a sentence-do your own thing well, don't think about anything else." Zhao Bingmo suddenly released her machete, and the cold scabbard lifted up Xueyao's chin and looked carefully. The deeper the smile, "Look at the way you are not a ghost or a ghost. The taste of 'Li Hen Gu' is uncomfortable."
Bu Xueyao took a step back and concealed his eyes, saying, "Where is the left protector, the palace master is willing to use this treasure to continue my life, which is a great blessing for Bu Xueyao."
"It's a blessing or a curse, you have a heart in your heart. But the left and right are the unsolvable medicines you have come out. The feng shui turns in turn. If you fall to this point, you will be retribution." "However," Li Hun Gu "is something left by my master's house. Apart from the palace master, there is no way for me to restrain it. Even if the colorless old bald donkey exercises are peculiar, if you want to suppress the worms by him, it is in vain. Receive your thoughts as soon as possible so as not to leave half of your face gone. "
Bu Xueyao's hands in his sleeves clenched into fists quietly without revealing his face, and he even continued to laugh: "Left Guardian reminds me."
"The gang of animals in Du'e Cave is useless to keep. It was cleaned as soon as possible. As for Sekong's old bald donkey ..." Zhao Bingguo narrowed his eyes. "The main palace takes him to practice, you are ready to use it Drug."
"Kill Sekong, what if there is a branch in Wuxiang Temple?"
Zhao Bingmo glanced at him and ridiculed, "Why? I have been unwilling to spend time with the old bald donkey all day long?"
"Where does Zuo Hufa say, the slave family loves Li Lang like Qiao Langjun, how could he beat this old monk's idea?" Bu Xueyao only smirked with his hand, his eyes raised, "It's rare that Zuo Hufa is in a hurry, I do n’t know if I ’m anxious to take the old monk ’s life, or should I dig him out of the slave ’s hand? "
After a pause, Bu Xueyao narrowed his eyes: "Speaking of this, an unexpected visitor entered this crossing last night. At that time, Zuohu Farah took the slave's family and talked to the earth, but it was not more aggressive than it is now. Is this a coincidence?"
"You haven't been a good guard to cross E'e Cave, doubting that my elbow turned outward? Bu Xueyao, who gave you the courage?" Zhao Bingmo's mouth was like a terrible hook. She looked at Bu Xueyao and sneered. Said, "You don't have to use words to stab me, you're a slapstick, you don't know the bitterness between me and this old bald donkey? Although I have been passing the clouds and smoke for years, in the end, I have a hard time. It ’s not too much to ask for debts on this old bald donkey. "
"Left protector is naturally reasonable, but the slave family just asks casually." Bu Xueyao lowered his eyelids. "But at this juncture, Gong mainly used the old bald donkey to practice, could it be ..."
"Bu Xueyao, some things left in the stomach may not be intestinal and rotten, and you can't die if you say it." Zhao Bingmo interrupted him. "You are not afraid of being ripped, and I haven't wanted to cause trouble. Do n’t put your bet on anything about the palace master, you just do it. "
"The slave's house is just a little weird," Bu Xueyao said. "In these days, we have looked at this man full of martial arts. Except some old immortals who have big faces and small skills, they are cats and dogs with empty limbs and brains. Occasionally, several savvy children are half-old children. Although it is troublesome to pack up, it is not a small chance. The palace master is so strict, but it makes me feel uneasy. "
Zhao Bingmo raised his eyebrows: "Bu Xueyao, idiots are stupid dead, then do you know how smart people die?"
Without waiting for Bu Xueyao to answer, Zhao Bingmo said to himself: "Smart people, they think others are stupid, and finally the ditch overturns the ship, and does not die."
Bu Xueyao's eyes finally contained frost.
"Ginger is old and spicy, the older you are, the better you will be; the cow is a calf, and you are young, and you have a side. You Xueyao, you think you can not put the world in your eyes, but in the eyes of the world, you What is it? "Zhao Bingmo snorted." If it wasn't for the palace owner's fear that your eye was above the top and made a big mistake, I wouldn't bother to mention you. "
Bu Xueyao smiled slightly: "Left protector Jinkou Yuyan, Bu Xueyao is unforgettable."
"Those who have gone down the mountain, I have sent the 'Devil Scorpion' to kill, and will not leave a live mouth to cause trouble, but you have to be careful." Zhao Bing Mo turned around, "Wei Changjun has been motionless over there, I You have to take a look at it. You do your part, and do n’t think about the rest. "
"Sincerely protect the left."
Bu Xueyao blessed himself slightly, but Zhao Bingmo didn't look back, but it could be regarded as "glamour for the blind", boring and boring.
However, in the place where Zhao Bingmo cannot see, Bu Xueyao's eyes are already like a venomous snake that swallows the letter of the snake, secretly saying: "Damn old demon woman!"
However, this condemnation didn't exit, but Zhao Bingmo paused, and Bu Xueyao was startled. She saw her looking up, and someone was climbing down the iron chain.
The man's unremarkable monk's clothing had not yet stood firm and had fallen to one knee. His voice was trembling with urgency: "Left and left guards, great things are not good!"
Bu Xueyao narrowed his eyes, and Zhao Bing Mo faced a cold face: "What happened?"
"Right ... Right Guardian is dead!"
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Note: From Nalan Xingde's "Mulan Ci. Quasi-Ancient Judgment Words Advise Friends"-"If life is only as you see it, why is the autumn wind tragic painting fan. Waiting for leisure to change the heart of the old man, but the heart of the old man is changeable. In the middle of the midnight, Tears Rain Linling did not complain. How like Bo Xingjin Yilang, Bi Yilianzhi wished that day. "