Chapter 154: The Sword Score is in Hand (Leader Does Not Fall Xingyu 2/10)
Cut off the roots of worries and end thousands of sorrows.
He Xie's hand holding the sword was steady and his eyes were firm.
He knew it would be very painful later.
And he felt somewhat ashamed.
Although the cut was not his own, and he had a spare one, after all, he would have to live an unfettered life for a long time to come.
However, if he wants this iron rod, it will be useless for the time being...
So let it burn to ashes.
If the old doesn't go, the new won't come.
And as long as he learns martial arts from all over the world in the future, he may not be able to find a way to overcome the shortcomings of the evil-repelling sword manual. By then, he may not have to remain unfettered in this world.
Men still need to be bonded and not too unruly.
He Xie overcame many psychological obstacles, took a deep breath, and swung his sword!
This sword,
kill chicken,
No egg retrieval!
Seven days later.
Outside the gate of Fuzhou City, a group of knights rode out of the city. The leader was short in stature, with a sinister complexion, and a pair of triangular eyes that sometimes flashed with cruel light.
This group of knights did not stop at all, and went straight east along the official road, leaving only a trail of smoke and dust.
After they walked away, a scribe in blue suddenly appeared from behind a tree outside the city gate and looked thoughtfully at the retreating figures of the knights.
The scribe had a rosy complexion and looked to be no more than 40 years old. The five strands of long beard under his chin gave him an air of calmness and dignity.
Behind the scribe, there was a middle-aged man with a long face and gray hair, with twinkling eyes. At this moment, he bowed and clasped his fists, saying: "Master, this old thief Yu Canghai has been searching for so many days and still found nothing. It seems that he has given up completely.
"
The scribe's face was stern: "Master Yu Guanzhu is also a master of his generation, the leader of a dignified sect. As the saying goes, a gentleman should never say evil words. De Nuo, please don't say such contemptuous words again in the future."
These two people were none other than Yue Buqun, the leader of the Huashan Sect, and his second disciple, Lao Denuo.
Yue Buqun arrived in Fuzhou seven days ago. In the past few days, he has been secretly monitoring the Qingcheng faction.
Lauderno said respectfully: "Disciple, please remember your master's teachings."
Yue Buqun nodded slightly and said: "Denuo, count the days, Lingshan and the others should have passed Ji'an. You rush to join them immediately, and then go to Hengyang together, waiting to participate in your uncle Liu Zhengfeng's golden basin wash."
Dadian, you are a prudent person, remember to watch over your junior brothers and sisters, and don’t let them cause trouble."
Lauderno respectfully said yes, and then asked doubtfully: "Then Master, you..."
Yue Buqun said solemnly: "Originally, the grievances between the Qingcheng faction and the Fuwei Escorts are complicated and outsiders should not get involved. However, I, the Huashan faction, are chivalrous people. Even though we have never had any dealings with the Fuwei Escorts, we cannot sit idly by and watch such a tragedy.
Ignore it. I am determined to follow Yu Canghai secretly, waiting for an opportunity to rescue Lin Zhennan and his wife, and set the right path for the martial arts world."
Lauderno showed admiration on his face, cupped his hands and said, "If Lin learns that Master has never met them, yet he still works for them as a chivalrous person, he will definitely feel deeply regretful."
Yue Buqun waved his hand gently and said with a reserved smile: "Okay, go ahead."
After watching Lauderno go, Yue Buqun's expression gradually became serious.
He looked back at Fuzhou City, hesitated slightly, and finally ducked behind the tree.
A moment later, a horse galloped into the official road and disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.
Three hours later, He Xie jumped down from an ancient tree with twisted branches not far from the city gate and let out a long breath.
If he guessed correctly, all the people from the Qingcheng and Huashan factions should have withdrawn. Even if there are some who stay on guard, it shouldn't be a big problem for him.
His face was slightly pale, and he looked like he was deficient in energy and blood. His already thin figure added to the air of being sickly.
These seven days were definitely a nightmare experience, and He Xie hoped he would never think of it again in the future.
This is the second most painful memory he doesn’t want to think of!
Killing chickens is really a technical job.
He Xie didn't have this skill, so he started to have a high fever the next day. As a last resort, he spent another 10 yuan of energy to directly heal the injury.
But it was worth it, because on the third day he could move freely.
In the past four days, he would come outside the city gate every day to investigate. In fact, the day before yesterday, all patrols from the Qingcheng Sect had withdrawn. Yesterday afternoon, another group of knights dressed as disciples of the Qingcheng Sect left in a mighty manner.
Went to Fuzhou Prefecture.
However, out of caution, He Xie still waited an extra day. Facts have proved that his caution was absolutely correct. The old fox Yu Canghai was indeed playing a mysterious trick with him.
What made He Xie's heart tremble even more was the scribe in blue shirt who was not far away from him before!
This person is obviously also secretly watching every move of the Qingcheng Sect!
He Xie recognized the long-faced middle-aged man with gray hair next to the scribe. This man once used the pseudonym Old Man Sa and opened a tavern in Fuzhou City with Yue Lingshan.
The identity of this blue-shirted scribe is about to be revealed!
He Xie stared at Fuzhou City, backed away step by step, and soon disappeared into the forest.
Two days later in the evening, a woodcutter wearing a bamboo hat and a pockmarked face walked into Fuzhou City carrying a bundle of firewood. The man walked through the streets and alleys until he arrived at a remote Tu Tu Temple, where he took off his disguise.
Exactly what evil!
He Xie sat in the temple, closing his eyes and concentrating. It was not until the watchman knocked three times that he went out quietly, turning left and right all the way. After making sure that no one was following him, he carefully sneaked into the Lin family's old house in Xiangyang Lane.
This house has been abandoned by the Lin family for decades. Even in Fuzhou City, not many people know that this house belongs to the Lin family. It is no wonder that Yu Canghai does not know that this place exists at all.
This is a large house with four entrances and four exits. He Xie took advantage of the moonlight to check every room, but he only glanced at the layout of the room at the door or through the window, and then passed by without looking, so the speed of the search was
Still very fast.
When He Xie searched the northwest corner of the yard, he looked into a room through the window and was immediately delighted that this was it!
This is a dilapidated Buddhist temple, covered with cobwebs and covered with a thick layer of dust. Apparently no one has been there for a long time.
The furnishings in the Buddhist hall are very simple. There is a mottled ink painting hanging in the middle on the wall opposite the door. It can be vaguely recognized that the painting is an image of an eminent monk with his back turned. Obviously, the character in the painting is a Buddhist monk.
Master Mo, the painting is an allusion to him facing the wall for nine years.
There is a broken futon on the ground in the middle of the Buddhist hall. The wooden fish in front of the futon can no longer be seen in its original shape.
He Xie pushed open the door and walked in, looking around with some emotion.
Who would have thought that the magic book coveted by people in the martial arts world would be hidden in such an inconspicuous place?
He Xie's eyes fell on the portrait of Bodhidharma, and he saw that his left hand behind his back seemed to be holding a seal, and his fingertips were pointing in the direction of the roof.
He Xie didn't have Qinggong, so he couldn't reach the roof in one go, but he had been preparing for this moment for a long time.
He took out a bundle of rope from his waist, which was the same rope he had used to bundle firewood.
He wrapped the rope around the beam and tied a slip knot. He Xie tried to pull it, and then jumped up suddenly. The next moment, he was sitting on the beam!
He groped for a while on the beams, and his heart gradually sank...
No, no?
Damn, are you kidding me? I’m already castrated!
He took a deep breath to calm himself down, looked at the portrait again, then drew his sword and swung it at the roof pointed by Bodhidharma in the painting!
Boom!
Amidst the falling dust, a red object slowly fell, which looked particularly eye-catching under the moonlight.
He Xie was determined in his heart, grabbed the rope and flew down, grabbing the red thing in mid-air.
This is a cassock. The fabric looks like brocade but not brocade, which is particularly strange. He Xie spread out the back of the cassock and looked at it in the moonlight. At first glance, he saw eight eye-catching characters written on it.
"If you want to practice magical skills, you must first go to the palace!"