Baoxin Island, outside Funiu Mountain in the southeast, on a ten-mile slope, there is an old locust tree, tall and thick, with luxuriant branches and leaves. The mountain breeze is rustling, and a wine cover with red characters on a white background is picked out from the branches and leaves in mid-air.
, flying and rolling around. Under the cover of wine, there are three or four bamboo buildings, connected by stone paths or bamboo corridors in the middle. They seem quiet, but there are noisy sounds and the aroma of strong wine.
Wuxu and Zhang Ruoyue were sitting on two big rocks several miles away. Both of them were relatively confident in their ability to control their auras, and they boasted that their auras would not be detected by the people inside the three or four bamboo buildings.
In addition, the grass and leaves were thick all around, so the two of them did not impose any restrictions and even talked in low voices from time to time.
The golden afterglow became fainter and fainter, the chirping of insects and birds in the wind became more frequent, and the silhouettes became longer and longer. The two of them stopped chatting unconsciously and became silent, quietly looking at the old star in front of them.
locust tree.
People say that people become better as they age, and this tree is no different. It has grown to this point, and the wrinkled bark of the tree is actually a bit green. The trunk no longer goes straight up and towers into the sky. Instead, it grows gracefully and slants as it grows older.
There are many branches growing out of the ground. From a distance, it looks like a giant umbrella that can protect against wind and rain, or a vigorous and charming thousand-year-old welcoming pine.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and a figure like a big bird flew over the heads of Wuxu and Zhang Ruoyue and disappeared under the old locust tree. After a while, several more figures appeared one after another, and so on.
Zhang Ruoyue couldn't help but wave her hand, setting up a barrier to hide and isolate the atmosphere, and then said to Wuxu, "Why do these people smell so bad? Killing such people is really dirtying my hands."
Wuxu smiled slightly and said, "Don't be nervous."
Zhang Ruoyue opened her eyes, glared at Wuxu, and shouted in a low voice, "It's not like I've never killed anyone before, why are you nervous?!"
Wuxu smiled again, "Fairy Ruoyue has indeed killed people, and there were quite a few. But they were all with the commander, right? This time, I am afraid it is the first time he acted alone, and the killing did not have any deep grudge against him.
Totally irrelevant people."
Zhang Ruoyue, holding the Xingyun Bamboo Sword in one hand, looked at Wuxu coldly, "Aren't you? I saw that you just said nothing and kept counting the beads in your hand. I'm afraid you are also a young child, so you must be very nervous.
." As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Zhang Ruoyue felt that the word "younger" was too quaint and vulgar, and a faint blush appeared on her cheeks, and she turned her head away slightly.
But she didn't see that Wuxu's face was also covered with a flash of red clouds, as red as the sunset on the horizon. Indeed, this was the first time that Wuxu had gone out to kill alone, and he told Wuxu that Zhang Ruoyue was the first
For the first time, he took the initiative to kill someone who had no deep grudge against him and had nothing to do with him.
She didn't look back, and what she saw was Wuxu's wry smile, and his eyes filled with sadness. She seemed unable to bear it, lowered her voice, sighed quietly, and said in a deep voice, "Don't blame others, it was you who asked for it yourself.
Pretend to be Song Xiong and go down the mountain to absorb and refine the spiritual consciousness of your fellow Taoists."
Wuxu calmed down and shook his head slowly. He took the initiative to kill Song Xiong, who had nothing to do with him. In any case, he committed a killing. Although, Wuxu later investigated this person through Zhang Ruoyue and the power of the Hidden Moon Sect.
His bad deeds are unforgivable. But he had the murderous intention first. In Wuxu's view, he violated the precepts and violated the Buddhist disciples.
For me, it was the most serious killing. After that, the reasons I found were just excuses for sophistry, or in other words, they aggravated my murderous intention. No one forced me, and no one stopped me. Just now, I secretly deducted the number.
When I was praying for beads, I wanted to turn around and leave several times, but I didn't get up. What happened to me?
Wuxu did not answer Zhang Ruoyue's words. Zhang Ruyue's words of comfort from his peers made Wuxu feel that his master had arranged for him to kill people and go down the mountain with him, saying that he wanted to share the palm of the nine-leaf green lotus lantern that had changed beyond recognition. In fact,
There seems to be some sinister motive behind it.
In my later life, there is a saying, "We lived together, carried guns together, visited prostitutes together, and shared the stolen goods together." It is said that this kind of relationship is the most iron-clad. So, if we have killed people together, is it right?
Stronger and harder to tell each other apart?
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Wuxu thought too much and was too confused. So, he decided not to think about it anymore.
Ahead, under the old locust tree, the lights in the three or four bamboo buildings on Shilipo became brighter, the sounds became noisier, and the aroma of wine became stronger.
Wuxu suddenly said to Zhang Ruoyue, "I won't help you later." After saying this, Wuxu stood up, stretched out his arms slightly, and flew out like a bird.
Zhang Ruoyue, a little angry, followed Wuxu away.
When Wuxu and Zhang Ruoyue walked in, monks in groups of three or three were drinking and talking about the notice on Demon Seeking Island and the latest list leaked from the Mirage Secret Market on Qiankun Island. The moment they saw Wuxu and Zhang Ruoyue, they were all
He looked surprised and fell silent, but then returned to normal. Only a few monks put down their glasses and bowls and walked up quickly.
"Brother Song, are you out of seclusion so soon?"
"Big Bear, how about a few drinks tonight?"
"Brother, what do you call the Taoist priest next to you?"
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Wuxu, smiling slightly without saying a word, was surrounded by them, led Zhang Ruoyue and Shi Shiran to an elegant bamboo house, and sat down against a round table. After sitting down,
Wuxu just said, "Brothers, please allow me to go on this long journey.
The Taoist priest who came here will talk about some important matters, and I will have some fun with you all over the wine. I won’t go back until I’m drunk.” Those people immediately understood and retreated laughing. Wuxu then raised his hand to place a ban, and when he looked back, Zhang Ruoyue was stunned.
The finger was pointing far away to a place behind the bamboo building.
Wuxusui and Zhang Ruoyue's figures flashed and disappeared.
After a cup of tea, the two of them reappeared. I saw Wuxu, with his head lowered, counting the Buddhist beads of annihilation on his wrist, and reciting the Buddha's name in a low voice; Zhang Ruoyue, with a pink face, slightly shaking hands and feet.
Trembling, his eyes kept looking around.
After a stick of incense passed, Wuxu stopped, raised his head, and looked at Zhang Ruoyue inquiringly, with a teasing smile on his lips. Zhang Ruoyue suddenly took a deep breath, glanced at Wuxu from the side, and then
, slowly changed. His face, figure, breath, temperament, and even his eyes all changed, turning into a middle-aged Confucian scholar.
Wuxu stared for a moment and shook his head, "Confucian monks are all upright. Fairy Ruoyue is dressed up now. Although her appearance is lifelike, she always feels like something is missing."
With a clanging sound, Zhang Ruoyue drew out the Xingyun Bamboo Sword from her waist and pointed it straight at Wuxu, as if she was about to stab him at any moment.
Just now, Wuxu and Zhang Ruoyue flew into the retreat of Song Xiong and found that, as stated in the Baiyue Sect's intelligence, in addition to Song Xiong, there was another subordinate. The two of them were practicing Confucianism skills.
Law,
Wuxu pretended to be Song Xiong, and when the real one met, it was naturally a life-and-death fight. The man who was said to be monk Tian Shouzheng was left to Zhang Ruoyue to deal with according to the agreement. There is no suspense, Wuxu and Zhang Ruoyue finally killed Song
Xiong and Na Tian Shouzheng. However, after killing him, he returned to the elegant bamboo house before, Wuxu bowed his head and recited the Buddha's name, while Zhang Ruoyue sat there blankly with a bit of confusion and helplessness, really like a "young child"
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Looking at Zhang Ruoyue, who was a little angry and pointed the sword at herself, she realized that she could only point one hand outside and kept laughing, "Okay, okay! That's it, that's it! A whole body of righteousness, the sword does not tolerate evil."
According to the information from the Hidden Moon Sect, Song Xiong and his confidant Tian Shouzheng, secretly recruited by Haoran Peak, will rush to Zhengqi Island outside Haoran Peak early tomorrow morning. Together with others, they will follow Guo Min and Liu Bowen down Mount Lu.
Go to the human world, make friends and recruit Confucian scholars, and spread Confucian skills so that Zhao Haoran, Lu Zixu, Luo Guiyi and others can collect the so-called Confucian righteousness.
Zhang Ruoyue's original intention was to kill these two people. After Li Daitao was frozen, he immediately set off, left here and rushed to Zhengqi Island. Wuxu, however, thought that it was not too late to leave after tonight. Why? Wuxu asked Zhang Ruoyue
explanation, try to keep everything as usual to avoid unnecessary mistakes and cause suspicion.
Therefore, Wuxu, who had become Song Xiong, and Zhang Ruoyue, who had become Tian Shouzheng, lifted the ban. Outside, the lights were brightly lit, the mellow aroma of spirits was further fermented in the night air, and the monks were even laughing lightly for no reason.
Wuxu, who concentrated slightly, heard mostly talks about the purchase notices on Qiu Demon Island and the mirage secret market on Qiankun Island. Of course, those who stay here, sit around drinking, and talk about things like hearsay, their cultivation and
As you can imagine, except for a few people, their strength is mediocre.
Several people came over when they saw Wuxu and Zhang Ruoyue removing their restraints and sitting there.
"Why lift the ban? Wouldn't it be better if you and I showed up early tomorrow morning and flew away?" Zhang Ruoyue put down the wine glass and said through a message from her spiritual consciousness.
Wuxu put down his wine glass, waved to the visitor and said with a smile, "We are all brothers, there is no need to be polite, sit down, sit down."
"Brother Song, when you leave seclusion this time, your momentum is different from before."
"Yes, once you practice this authentic Confucian technique, Brother Song seems to be completely transformed. Little brother, I don't even dare to step forward and recognize you."
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What these people said to each other was half compliment, half envy, with a hint of awe.
Wuxu, following Song Xiong's behavior, waved his hand, raised his head and raised his eyes, "They are all my brothers, let's talk about this! Come! Drink!" Then he and everyone had a drink.
After drinking a cup, someone again said slowly, "I'm leaving this world. I wonder when Brother Song will come back? If it takes longer, he might want to harm us." The people around him all agreed.
Wuxu raised his cup and muttered, "It's easy to go down the mountain, but hard to go up the mountain. It's March and May in this world."
Someone else asked, "Have you decided on your itinerary after going down the mountain?"
Realizing his weakness, he drank all the wine in the cup; everyone also drank all the wine in the cup.
"When people are in the rivers and lakes, they can't help themselves. Who can tell clearly the journey after going down the mountain?" A man, holding a wine pot, slowly filled the wine glass in front of Wuxu. Wuxu imitated Song Xiong's style and stared slightly.
Jin Dao Da Ma sat there and answered in a deep voice while raising his wine glass again.
The wine in the cup is gone again.
With a sigh, he suddenly stood up from his seat. Wuxu, with his eyes dimmed from drunkenness, turned sideways and saw a man raising a glass and looking at the moon and sighing. Then he slapped the table, pointed at the man, and asked, "Mother-in-law, what's the matter?
Just say it!"
But I heard Zhang Ruoyue, who had been silent next to her, coughing in a low voice.
Wuxu was furious and turned his finger to Zhang Ruoyue, "Why are you trembling!? Grandma, after practicing Haoran Gong, you put up your airs and think of yourself as noble?! You have a straight face, don't say anything, and don't drink wine!"
Zhang Ruoyue was stunned for a moment, then her spiritual consciousness transmitted her voice and asked angrily, "Are you crazy!?"
Wuxu, but his spiritual consciousness did not respond. He looked at her with drunken eyes and pointed at her with his finger, with a hint of smile hidden in his eyes.
It seemed that it was the first time for the people around him to see Song Xiong lose his composure and be so angry with Tian Shouzheng. They looked at each other in confusion and offered words of advice one after another.
I saw Zhang Ruoyue slowly raising the wine glass and drinking it down in one gulp.
Wuxu laughed out loud. Everyone also laughed out loud. Zhang Ruoyue also laughed out loud.
After laughing, Wuxu still pointed at the person who just sighed. The person sighed again, and then said what was in his heart. It turned out that he was thinking about his family in the world, and thought that if Song Xiong went on like this,
If you get a chance, go take care of one or two.
Wuxu laughed and said, "What's so difficult about this?! It's just a small matter, I'll leave it to my brother. Brothers, if there is anything else, tell me one by one!"
Drinking one cup after another, Wuxu couldn't help but feel a little drunk. He squinted and looked at Zhang Ruoyue's cold eyes with a smile.
When those people saw Wuxu like this, they realized that Wuxu was really a bit drunk tonight. They thought it was because he had newly practiced Confucianism skills, and because he was coming down the mountain, his life and death were unpredictable, and his mood was agitated, so they ordered people to evacuate the surrounding area.
The bamboo rafts turned the place into a pavilion on the water.
The cups and plates were changed, the cool breeze blew, and the singing was faint. The Song Xiong pretending to be Wuxu couldn't help but touch the table and stare. The wine pot was still warm, and an ethereal beauty flew in front of him.
As the guzheng played, the beautiful woman danced gracefully, with long sleeves like clouds. Wuxu couldn't help but smile and glanced at Zhang Ruoyue next to him, only to see Zhang Ruoyue, who was dressed as Na Tian Shouzheng, holding a wine glass and looking at the front in fascination.
Beautiful lady dancing.
The sound of the guzheng is sometimes slow and sometimes urgent, sometimes like the endless stream of a surging river, sometimes like the sound of the rushing years. The dancers with heavy makeup and phoenix crowns and plumes are flying and swaying, full of charm and aura.
Zhang Ruoyue chuckled lightly from the side.
In the memories of Song Xiong and Tian Shouzheng, this dancer was a down-and-out female nun whom Song Xiong had coveted for a long time. Song Xiong often flirted with her, but never got what she wanted. But tonight, it seemed a little different.
Turn, dance in neon clothes, the mood is unprecedented before.
Wuxu laughed heartily, raised his hand and flicked his fingers, and a Bead of Nirvana fell steadily into his hair.
"It's not a separation between life and death, why are you so pretentious?" Wuxu looked around and chanted, "The night is young, the lights are red, the beauties are dew-rich. People are still here, the wine is fragrant, the clank iron sword is dancing in the cold
Frost." Then he pulled out his iron sword and flew into the air. While dancing with the sword, he recited the "Song of Righteousness" written by Wen Tianxiang.
After singing and dancing with his sword, Wuxu staggered to a stop, punching the ground with his iron sword, raising his eyebrows and smiling lightly, "Though tens of thousands of people have gone to me, I will have no regrets even if it means death. Brothers, please keep the wine and beauty for the future, don't do anything."
I don't like it when you say goodbye to someone before your death."
Applause rang out, and Zhang Ruoyue, dressed as Tian Shouzheng, clapped her hands and said with a smile, "What a righteous song!" Then, he raised his glass with both hands and flew to Wuxu, "You are about to drink, don't stop drinking."
In the sky, the bright moon cast countless bright lights. Wuxu looked at Zhang Ruoyue and said with a smile, "I'm drunk." Then he straightened up and faced the stunned crowd and the beautiful dancer who stood silently with his sleeves covered, waving and smiling.
, "A righteous spirit!"
The evening banquet of singing and dancing was over, and the evening wind did not blow from all directions.
In the pavilion, within the confinement, Wuxu, who believed that he had broken the prohibition of killing, was lying on the ground, crying bitterly at the feet of Zhang Ruoyue, who was a little at a loss.
As the saying goes
The mountain breeze rustles ten miles up the slope, and the old trees and pavilions calm the wind.
The beauty accompanies me to break the habit of killing, and she is drunk with righteousness.