Chapter 97: Break into the mountains

From Taishang Palace to Wuxiang Temple, it is almost from Dongling to Xichuan. If you draw a line on the map, you will have a taste of cutting the half of the riverside of Dachu. Seeing that there was less than one month from the start of the conference, everything could not be delayed, so after the discussion that day, Duan Qing took over most of the sect affairs, so that Xuan Su can leave the palace to the meeting, in order to be safe, please also Come out with an elder who is also a duan.
At this moment, Ye Fusheng stood in front of the mountain gate, holding Xie Li in one hand and holding the horse in the other. The autumn wind was sullen and the leaves were falling, which should have been a lot of worry. As a result, he was matched with the wild tone in his mouth. Mo Qing sang out seven points to disturb the people.
"Black and white chess, right and wrong game, right and wrong, alternating with each other; hear the drama, sing the picture skin, true and false is difficult to explain; the hero returns to the end, Hong Yanxi is late, sigh a lot of mountains and water, sing a period of ruthless ..."
Ye Fusheng's voice is nice, and the words are whimsical, and even the teahouse's storytellers have to admire the disadvantages. However, he always sings out of tune. The more he sings, the more absurd, he is getting more and more energetic.
Rao is Xie Li's superb upbringing, and he can't help but break his hands to cover his ears, but he still can't resist the burst of magic sound.
Fortunately, the people they waited for came.
Duan Qing stayed in the palace and did not come to see him off. The elder Duan Heng who was over 60 years old walked along Qingming Road with Xuan Su and a group of disciples from Taishang Palace. Ye Fusheng's eyes were sharp, and he immediately glanced at the position of Elder Duan Heng who was two steps behind on the right. There were two monks dressed in dark brown monk clothes.
The tall man, in his thirties, was holding a bowl and hanging beads of beads on his neck. He walked slowly and steadily, and his footwork was steady and powerful. He was obviously a master at home, but although his face was humble and polite, his eyes showed pride and arrogance.
In contrast, the shorter one is more pleasing to the eye.
The monk looked only 18 or 9 years old, with a clean face and a handsome appearance. He did not hold a bowl or stick. There were a string of red sandalwood beads in his hand, a total of 108 beads. Like the endless day and night.
The pedestrian met him and waited for the two monks to appear suspicious. Xuansu said: "This is my disciple under the uncle of Duanqing, named Ye Fusheng. It is Xie Li, the owner of the Young Water Villa, and he will join us at this meeting. "
After a pause, he introduced Ye Fusheng and Xie Li: "These two are Brother Hengming and Brother Hengyuan of Wuxiang Temple."
Ye Fusheng's heart moved.
At Wuxiang Temple, the two most senior members are Sei Abbot and Sekong Zen Master who are famous for their "Western Buddha". The next generation is the "Heng" character generation. No wonder they can be compared with Xuan Su's peers.
He had n’t heard of Hengming, but he heard about Hengyuan who was young, because there was only one reason-this person was the only disciple of Master Sekong.
Xifo accepted only one apprentice in his life, and his history was unknown. He only knew that he had joined the seat of Zen Master Sekong eight years ago, and he has since changed his name to "Hengyuan".
One sword and three swords, southeast and northwest. The status of Xifo on the rivers and lakes is very important. I do n’t know how many people are willing to shave and worship him as a teacher. However, he eventually accepted an unknown young boy to get started, and he will not accept any more disciples. Closed the disciples.
It's a pity that he has been in teaching for eight years, but he has never heard of any talents. He has ordinary talent for martial arts and ordinary meditation. There is nothing wonderful except for being kind to people and gentle in temperament. "Futu Boxing Classic" will become a swan song from now on.
When thinking about it, the two monks held the buddha at the same time. Hengming didn't like to talk, but Hengyuan smiled slightly at him.
Ye Fusheng felt that Xie Li grabbed a piece of his clothing corner, secretly returned to hold the little paw, and appeased his nervousness, and then saluted the two.
Duan Heng is the elder of the Taishang Palace with the highest status except Duan Qing. He is in charge of the law hall on weekdays. He has a strict and rigid personality, and he hates these face-savings most. When they gave a polite sentence, Duanheng said: "Long distance, hurry up early."
As soon as he opened his mouth, Xuan Su certainly didn't object. Hengming and Hengyuan were even more casual. Ye Fusheng glanced at the little old man in a robe and hairpins, and he didn't see any fairy style bones. I saw an old monkey who raised his head and did not anger.
However, such an old man who doesn't look cute, but with restrained temperament and undisclosed breath, he has a healthy body when acting, and he is not surprised when he speaks.
Regardless of his efforts, his internal practice is already evident.
Duan Qing let such a person accompany, it seems that it is not to support the facade to become a full-fledged person, the more important estimate is to control them and these juniors not to be wild.
Sure enough, after Duan Heng spoke, a group of more than thirty people turned their horses. Ye Fusheng carried Xie Li to himself as usual, followed them a few steps forward, and finally couldn't help but look back.
Beside the stone monument, I don't know when there will be one more person, because they are far away from each other, and they can't see the real one anymore, but Ye Fusheng can be sure that the person is clear.
Duan Qing is still a black and white robe, with white hair that is rarely picked up, scattered casually on his back, and a little messy by the wind, as if the whole person will also go away by the wind.
He stood silently beside the stone tablet and said nothing about the hurried parting, only his eyes were attached to Ye Fusheng, watching him drift away.
Duan Qing always understood that he was already old.
As Shen Wuduan said, he has become an empty shell, looking at the appearance is bright, in fact, the inside has been decayed and hollowed out.
He is old, and many things have become empty talk. He has stayed in place for more time, and he has gone less and less.
Fortunately, he can still watch.
Duan Qing watched Ye Fusheng sitting on his horseback, sweeping away the bleakness of the autumn wind and bleak, and regained his brilliance, just like Gu Xiao who left Feiyunfeng 13 years ago, greeted the future with such a free and easy gesture Ups and downs. It was just that Gu Xiao at that time did not understand the world, and now Ye Fusheng has tasted the world's five flavors.
The backs of more than 30 people are like a long list of small ants on the mountain road, but Duan Qing's eyes always look at Ye Fusheng until he walks away and disappears completely into his eyes.
It was only then that Duan Qing turned to go. Unexpectedly, some disciples rushed from the path and said, "Elders, some people break into the mountains."
The so-called rushing into the mountains naturally does not come from knocking on the side of the maze. Duan Qing's face remained unchanged, and he asked lightly, "Where is the person?"
"Going upstream from the lower reaches of Xiaoyaochuan, I broke into Wenya, and injured four disciples, who are ..." Suddenly, the disciple said, "Waiting at Qingjingping, I will see you bluntly."
Qingjingping is not a place for quiet practice and martial arts. It is not far away from the wall of guilt of Duanqing Changju, but it is a resting place for the bones of elders and elders of the Taishang Palace.
This is a forbidden place where disciples in Taishang Palace are not allowed to enter, not to mention an outsider who does not know the details.
"The martial arts are lazy and the vigilance is not enough. After this matter, he will act as a commandment." Duan Qing flicked his sleeve on the disciple's chest. The latter stepped back three times in a row, and the blood accumulating on his chest was forced out by the palm wind. It was better. , Should quickly get off.
Duan Qing had passed him, the seemingly normal pace, but soon disappeared at the end of the mountain road.
Qingjingping was no longer the name of "Quiet" at this time. Dozens of disciples of the Taishang Palace held long swords to form a sword array.
The mountain-breaker they looked at was a strangely dressed woman.
She is not tall, and she is thin, and the whole looks almost petite. However, she was not young anymore. There were several strands of gray hair mixed with blue ribbons, which were set into a rather complicated bun, and three crescent silver hairpins were inserted diagonally. The hanging jewel beads collided with each other, and they were crisp and sweet. Sound.
She seems to be about forty years old. It was when a woman died from prosperity, but she didn't see the twilight on her face, but she also had a strange and bright color. Rao Shi's eyes had left marks for years, and she still thought she looked good. .
The woman stepped over the grass, and the wind blew her forehead, revealing a pair of frivolous eyebrows. She held a sharp scimitar in her left hand, but she carried a jar of wine in her right hand. The sword was on my heart, and there was only one grave in my eyes.
The fifth generation head of the Taishang Palace, the tomb of the host Ji Qingyan.
She returned the scimitar into her waist scabbard, freed her left hand to touch the icy tombstone. She always softened with mocking and arrogant eyes, and took away a fallen leaf floating on the tombstone.
There was a slight footstep behind her, and she turned around and saw Duan Qing with white hair like snow.
A flash of surprise flashed in her eyes, and soon disappeared. The woman hooked up her deliberately scarlet lips and smiled: "I heard that you are out of customs, I thought it was Wei who was surnamed Wei, but I didn't expect it to be true. "
Duan Qing looked at her, waved his disciples out of Qing Jing Ping, and then asked, "What are you doing with me?"
"Not only to find you." The woman turned to look at the tombstone. "Five years, I should have come to see it. Only recently did I find a chance to go out."
As soon as she said this, Duan Qingxin turned around, but when he saw his eyes sinking, he said, "The martial arts meeting is going to be a storm."
"If you were so keen then, you wouldn't end today." The woman smiled and suddenly kicked the incense sticks and melons in front of the grave, and her voice turned cold. "It's pointless to take these places in the east. What are the vulgar things here? "
Duan Qing watched her spreading wild, without restraint or reprimand, just sat quietly watching her on the floor, and opened the red seal of the wine jar in his hand.
He lost his sense of smell, and naturally could not smell a rusty smell mixed in the strong wine aroma, but he could see a red pouring from the woman when she poured the wine jar.
This is a liquor made from blood.
"Before I came, I heard that the" Ten Year Lamp "in Galan City was the most famous. I bought this altar deliberately, but unfortunately I was overturned by two things with no long eyes, so I had to fill their altar with their blood. "The sacrifice of half-altar blood wine, the woman's wrists, and took a sip without looking up, turned back to Duanqing," The wine is good wine, the blood is strong, drink the enemy blood in one bite, don't you taste it? " ? "
Duan Qing didn't answer, he just asked: "The court people?"
"Accurately, it was Chu Yuan's man." The woman's mouth twitched, "Ruan Feiyu died, he saw the poor, he could not help but want the dog to jump the wall."
Duan Qingdao said: "Zhao Qing was caught, I thought you had no time to look after him."
"Oh, who is he? What does he have to do with me?" The woman smiled lowly. "But a bait for fishing. When the fish is hooked, who cares about him?"
Duan Qing looked cold.
"I came to you to ask you a word." She swallowed the blood wine, ignoring the spilled wine staining the red half-faced shirt, and turned to look at Duanqing. She raised her hand and shattered the wine jar to the ground. The arrogance went away, only the rising anger.
This anger is aimed at Duan Qing, not like a thorn in the back, just like a blade toward the heart.
"People always change, but you don't have to become too much." The woman looked at Duan Qing coldly. "Mu Qingshang, you have shrunk in the mountains for thirty years. Have you worn away your sharpness?" "
With a clatter, the scimitar came out of the sheath, and a string of golden bells hung on the handle of the knife rang with the wind.
The blade was pointed at Duanqing, just like a crescent moon, she looked at Duanqing ’s still Gujing Wubo ’s face and chuckled: "Today in Ji Qingyan, you either walk with me or kill me and pretend to be ignorant of this. Things, no matter ... "
Suddenly, her mouth twitched up after drinking blood. "Otherwise, I will open your chest to see if your heart is really dead."