"One door is missing... What a strange name. Which door is missing? Is it the body's three doors of heaven, earth, human, or something else?"
The human body is divided into three parts: heaven, earth and human. Even the golden elixirs are divided into upper, middle and lower elixirs, and the three corpse insects are also distributed in the upper, middle and lower parts of the human body.
Qi Wu shook his head, and slowly turned the pages of the book back, frowning slightly, and read the general content that he could see.
"Li Xueqing once wrote in a letter that if you want to study the book "The Missing One", you must first choose whether you are a widower, widowed, lonely, alone, or disabled. The choice starts when people practice. So I guess it
That’s why it’s called Que Yi Men.”
After listening to Qi Wu's words, Jiang Su thought seriously about which branch Li Xueqing occupied.
She became a monk for Liang Yue, so it was impossible for her to choose to be widowed.
"Forget it, it doesn't matter. What she chooses has nothing to do with me. Even if she chooses to break her arms and legs, it has nothing to do with me."
An image of a woman was formed in Jiang Su's sea of consciousness. She was slender in stature, elegant in temperament, and filled with an aura of wisdom just like an orchid.
Looking from a distance, Jiang Su could only feel that she was worthy of being a female official in the imperial court, and she praised her greatly. She even considered that this person might be Li Ya's ancestor, and she felt even more relieved.
Secretly comparing Li Ya and Li Xueqing, he only said that General Li had a long road ahead.
When Jiang Su's consciousness came closer to see the man's appearance, the delicate appearance suddenly turned into a familiar face to her.
"..."
The square and angular face rests on a woman's body.
"It's not impossible...this must be Jiquan Tiancai."
"If Fang had broken his arms and legs, I might still be interested. Li Xueqing himself... would be dead."
Jiang Su shook his head and sneered.
"Look at the contents again, or do you still remember the contents of this book mentioned in Li Xueqing's letter at that time."
"Fang Zhe!" Jiang Su waved his arm, and a gust of wind blew open the wooden door.
Outside the door, Fang Zhe was brandishing the Cold-Destroying Broken Sword. The blade cut through the cold wind and made a sound.
Jiang Su's voice paused.
She could only hear a "buzzing sound" and guessed that it was the sound of fighting, but she could not see the person's appearance. However, Qi Wu looked slightly outside the door, but his eyes could not be separated from it.
Just because the sun was setting outside the house, the light and shadow were dim, the guest courtyard was empty, there were few trees standing on both sides, and the scattered fallen leaves were blown onto this person.
The setting sun in the Western Region is the most magnificent scene in the world, while the yellow flowers and leaves are fading, which is a scene of twilight. The two complement each other.
There was even a red-robed monk waving his broken sword, and as he relaxed, his fiery red sleeves fluttered among the fallen leaves.
When Fang Zhe wields his sword, he is not like a swordsman dancing gracefully like an immortal in his spare time. He is like one of those arhats from the Demon-Suppressing Temple.
Chopping is like suppressing evil, chopping is like breaking up the filth of rivers and mountains.
Qi Wu was stunned. He suddenly thought of why Jiang Su got together with Fang Zhe. With Jiang Su's temper, the two of them were able to travel from the Southern Region to the Western Region together.
It is said that medical practitioners are like bodhisattvas in the world, rescuing people from suffering and saving people from the sea of suffering of birth, old age, illness and death.
That little Bodhisattva has an Arhat to protect him. Isn’t that what he should do?!
Jiang Su couldn't see this scene and could only listen to the sounds to judge Fang Zhe's movements.
"Do you want to dance with a knife?" Jiang Su asked.
"Yes" Qi Wu replied foolishly.
"Oh, then you are lucky. Fang Zhe's knife is not inferior to that of your Qi family."
There was a sense of pride and satisfaction on Jiang Su's expression. She originally wanted to ask Fang Zhe to come over and help her listen to some of Qi Wu's words, so that he would not make up nonsense about the content that she did not know.
She may not have seen him use a knife for a long time now, and it seems that he has put away the broken sword of Zhan Han.
Qi Wu frowned slightly, a little disbelieving. "Not inferior to our Qi family? Could it be that he is a sword cultivator?"
"yes."
"..."
"What? He's not a Buddhist???" Qi Wu was shocked. Although his expression didn't change much, his heart was stirred up.
Jiang Su twitched his lips when he heard this, "Haha, how did you know that he is a Buddhist cultivator? Haven't you heard of Fang Zhe's name?"
Qi Wu lowered his eyebrows in deep thought, and nodded seriously, "I've never heard of him. Is he some kind of famous power? His red clothes look very much like the red cassock of the eminent monk of Zhenmo Temple."
"You know it's just like a cassock!" Jiang Su's voice was a little louder.
She bought this dress with Fang Zhe! This man actually said it looked like the clothes of those monks!!
Jiang Su cleared his throat, calmed down and said quietly: "He is from the Eastern Region, the young master of the Infernal Affairs Sect of the Eastern Region, and he is a mad swordsman. How come the Fifth Young Master Qi hasn't heard of him?"
"..."
"Is he a crazy knife?"
"Um."
"The young master of the great weapon refining sect?"
"Um."
"The one who slaughtered his entire family overnight?"
"Um."
Qi Wu fell silent.
In the end, he said with a heavy sigh: "It seems that rumors and rumors are not credible."
"There are rumors in our sword sect that Crazy Sword Fang Zhe is an evil cultivator with scheming tricks and almost demonic wisdom. His cultivation level is as high as the sky. When he felt comfortable, he sacrificed the lives of everyone in the sect to celebrate the birthday of his new sword."
Jiang Su nodded with relish, smiling deeply at the corner of his eyes, and leaned back lazily.
"Yes, the rumors are crazier than me, I like it."
At this time, Qi Wu's eyes were fixed on the gestures of the red monk, trying to gain some insights from the rumored description.
But once he thought about it, this red monk was in a secret realm with him, and it was difficult for him to communicate with him. He even imitated Jiang Su's tone and pretended to be a woman...
"She is worthy of being the first female official in the imperial court." He seemed unable to praise her, so he could only mention related things to Fang Zhe.
"Okay, don't praise him if you don't know how to praise him. Even though I can't see his sword skills, I can guess that none of you in the sword sect can survive under his hands more than five times."
The corners of the girl's mouth turned up, as if she had dug gold, pretended to be a pig, and eaten the tiger, then the world would be revealed.
But at a certain moment, a picture appeared directly in her sea of consciousness.
The monk, who was covered in blood, came up to her while she was feasting and asked her if her tongue was delicious.
If ordinary people would only feel ambiguous after hearing it, she smelled the same kind of smell.
The past scenes passed in an instant, and suddenly and clearly appeared in the sea of consciousness, a scene of a man in red waving a sword in the golden sky, the setting sun in the desert, leaping into the city, just for one person's sake.
At sunset, the disciples of the Sword Sect are all practicing their swords.
Fang Zhedao was awakened by the strong sword energy of hundreds of swordsmen in the Sword Sect, and his muscle memory took him back to the past of the Eastern Region.
"Little girl, my eldest disciple's sword looks good." The little bastard in his stomach suddenly spoke, but Jiang Su, who was calm and calm, could hear it clearly.
"The knife is no good, but the knife skills are good." Jiang Su commented pertinently.
Zhan Han's broken sword has become a broken sword. Although its appearance better matches the sunset scene, the broken thing cannot be called a folded sword in her heart.
It’s okay to use a crazy knife with a broken blade, but it’s not okay to use a Fangzhe knife with a broken blade.
"His broken heart is indeed a bit old, but it is a knife he made with his own hands, and he cherishes it very much."
