Yujiazhuang is more than 70 miles away from Jianye City, and it takes nearly an hour to arrive. Lu Sheng walked the official road, and when he arrived at Yujiazhuang, the sun was setting in the west mountain, the sky was already dark, and it was dark early in winter, and it was about the time of unitary. The light retreats and the darkness is born, and the yin and yang alternate, which is the moment when the Fang Shi calls the demon, the demon and evil are exhausted, and they are the most rampant.

The village grows mulberry and raises silkworms for a living, at this time in the depths of winter, the mulberry trees are all withered leaves, the mulberry is full of dry grass with frost, and there are two corpses lying in the field with straw stacks, vague, only vaguely visible are two farmers.

The bleak qin song echoed over the gradually darkening fields, and it was a familiar requiem song.

The ridges were narrow, the fields were soft, and the horses were inconvenient to walk, so he had to dismount and walk, and after walking for a while, he saw the monk sitting on a stone by the stream, still placing the long qin on his lap, wiping and sweeping, and his fingering was like a Buddha's hand and a flower, as if there was light in the cold darkness.

Lu Sheng held the hilt of the sword in his hand, stood behind him, and said in a deep voice: "Yaoye, why did you come to Yujiazhuang?" ”

The monk still stroked the strings of the piano, and smiled leisurely in the sound of the piano: "Why should Lord Gongcao ask knowingly. ”

Lu Sheng recalled that when he and Xie Ying had a vicious battle in Shilipo, he was outstanding, and he couldn't help but cheer up and said: "Yaoye, don't make more killings, go back to ...... with me."

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Before the sound of the piano fell, the sword roared like a dragon, Yaoye suddenly stood up, pulled out a four-foot long sword from the guqin, and his body suddenly looked like a ghost, stabbing several swords towards Lu Sheng.

Lu Sheng had already prepared, drew his sword to greet him, but Yaoye's speed was far beyond his expectations, which overwhelmed him, and in a few tooth-sore piercing sounds, he took Yaoye's five swords, but the sixth sword couldn't be stopped anyway, the monk smiled, and the long sword stood up, and immediately pierced Lu Sheng's left shoulder.

Yaoye immediately exerted his strength, grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, and sprinted forward with all his strength, the strange long blade made a sound like a brocade crack, and lightly cut and slid in the flesh of Lu Sheng's shoulder and scalp, Lu Sheng's face was pale, and he retreated one after another to endure the pain, Yaoye was still pressing step by step, until Lu Sheng's back hit a thick mulberry tree, and the tip of the sword pierced into the trunk of the tree for nearly half a foot before stopping the momentum.

It was only at this moment that the thrown paulownia wood qin fell, was caught by Yaoye steadily, carefully put it back into the piano bag, and placed it in the grass by the stream.

Lu Sheng was nailed to a tree by him, and blood gushed out and penetrated half of his clothes. The hilt of the sword was also too far away, but Lu Sheng's probe couldn't reach it, so he had to put his hands together, clamp the blade, and slowly pull it outward, the blade slid through the flesh and blood, and the end was painful.

Yaoye turned back, held the hilt of the sword, pulled it out lightly, and said, "Lord Lu, since you are here, please be a witness for the poor monk." ”

Lu Sheng lost his strength, slowly fell to the ground along the trunk of the mulberry tree, pressed the wound hard to stop the bleeding, and said, "Can you be a witness to your murder?" Even if I fight to the death, I will not allow you to create and kill again. ”

Yaoye was stunned and said: "My lord misunderstood, the poor monk abides by the Buddha's teachings, never kills or speaks evilly, cultivates his body diligently, and never dares to forget it one day." ”

He has a handsome appearance, a high nose and deep eyes, and his expression is as pure as a lotus, elegant and holy, quite a bit of the demeanor of a monk, where is there a little murderous appearance, Lu Sheng couldn't help but hesitate, as if even the pain of the wound had weakened a little.

He was puzzled: "Aren't you here to find Yu Cuilian?" ”

Yaoye said: "It's to find Yu Cuilian." ”

Lu Sheng asked again, "Didn't you come to kill her?" ”

Yaoye said: "There is no such intention, the poor monk is here to save her." ”

Lu Sheng unconsciously frowned, "How?" ”

Yaoye clasped his hands together and said reverently: "The world is filthy, and Shura is everywhere. Temper bliss and achieve positive results. ”

Lu Sheng was so angry that his chest ached, he was almost speechless, his wound hurt again, and he had to tremble...... Strong words, killing is killing, killing to live, but self-deception, covering people's eyes and ears-"

The cold sword suddenly stabbed in front of his eyes, and Lu Sheng immediately stopped talking.

Yaoye at this time exuded a little anger from his pure lotus, and said sharply: "The sin of slandering the Buddha is better than killing, if you commit the sin of lying again, the poor monk will have to take you first." ”

Lu Sheng only felt that he was suffocated, but he had to silence first, secretly accumulate his body, and quietly groped for the sword that had fallen earlier on the ground, determined to stop him even if he died.

However, at this time, a clear and slightly lazy voice answered: "The Buddha has three cannots, one can't be extinguished; Second, it cannot be channeled; Third, we cannot exhaust the realm of all living beings. Lu Gongcao can't believe in ghosts and gods, and he can't understand Buddhism, he is stubborn, and he is ignorant, even if the supreme medicine master Liuliguang Rulai comes to him, he can't save him, but Master Yaoye is in vain. I can't even see through this little thing, what kind of wild fox Zen did your Excellency participate in? ”

Lu Sheng smiled bitterly, although this perverse son saved him, he didn't forget to hurt him a few words, but people didn't even want to open their mouths to him to thank him.

In the night in the four corners, the straw stacks in the field were burning, and the light was bright in the middle of several zhang, the noble son pulled his hair in a bun, and the outside was covered with a white fox coat, but the inside was wearing bright yellow hakama pleats, and the golden embroidery thread was illuminated by the firelight, shining like the summer sun.

He held the black short sword in his hand, which was not gold or wood, and walked down from the edge of the field step by step. The village not far away was quiet, and not even the lights were lit up for a moment, which made Lu Sheng's heart more and more anxious, but he had heard Yaoye's words before, and he had not yet assassinated Yu Cuilian, so he could be patient, and took advantage of this gap to take out a medicine bottle with one hand, bite the cork, and sprinkle gold sore medicine on his shoulder.

Yaoye was like a great enemy, holding the long sword firmly in both hands, the silver sword reflected his cold eyes, and said coldly: "I salute my Buddha, you cultivate your way, the well water does not interfere with the river water, why do you press step by step?" ”

Xie Ying smiled kindly: "The master is reasonable, just return the sword in your hand to the original owner, and whoever you want to kill, this son naturally doesn't care." ”

Lu Sheng frowned and said, "Human life is at stake, Gongzi Xie can't ignore it......"

Xie Ying turned a deaf ear, still smiling and looking at the monk, he just stood at random, white and golden, but like a golden tree born Qionghua, noble and invulnerable.

Yaoye's eyes became more and more gloomy, and he said coldly: "The Hanging Pot Sword was given by my master, how did it become your thing?" ”

Xie Ying said: "Yaoye, don't deceive yourself anymore, think about it carefully. ”

Yaoye was stunned for a moment, and suddenly roared: "Demon barrier! Hugh come and coax me! Immediately, he pulled out his feet and ran wildly, slashing down at Xie Ying with a sword.

The field was empty, Yaoye was all unhindered, the long sword was amazing, and with a sword swing, a thousand troops cut Xie Ying into two sections.

Lu Sheng couldn't help but scream, raised his sword and wanted to charge, only then did he stand up and take a step, his knees weakened, and he fell to the grass again, his head was covered with cold sweat, and his eyes were glazed.

The white fox that had been broken in two had just pounced on the ground, but Xie Ying was like a golden rainbow across the sky, and the short sword was sharp and vicious, stabbing at Yaoye's left eye. On the other hand, he was still calm and said leisurely: "Although the Hanging Pot Sword is your own, the Broken Heaven Blade hidden in the sword is my Central Plains Treasure, and it has nothing to do with you, a barbarian." Return it to me earlier, so as not to delay your practice. ”

"The poor monk has long said that if you want to take this sword, take my life first!" Yaoye shouted, although the hanging pot sword seemed clumsy and lengthy, it was as flexible and light as a willow leaf in his hand, and the dark short sword was approaching, if ordinary people were only afraid of being frightened and closed their eyes, this monk didn't even blink, and the hanging pot slashed to Xie Ying's ribs from the bottom up, but this was a dead end.

Xie Ying was at ease, and only erected a short sword to resist, but as if he had been struck by lightning, there was a deafening noise when the short soldiers met, shaking him back a few steps.

Xie Ying was surprised, looked at the palm of his sword, the tiger's mouth cracked, and the black qi surged, so he frowned and said, "How many people have you killed?" The spirit grew stronger. ”

Yaoye opened his mouth and smiled slowly, but this smile was cold and bloodthirsty, and there was no more half of the compassionate demeanor of a Taoist monk, "My Buddha is merciful, purifying all sentient beings, and those who die in this sword can be reborn in bliss." Xie Ying, if you go against the poor monk three or four times, the poor monk will repay the grievances with virtue and send you to the same life! ”

Before his words fell, his body was swift, and he was close enough to avoid the unavoidable sword slash, Xie Ying had to raise his sword to block again, and in the midst of the huge earthquake, the short sword was bounced out of his hand, and flew far away.

Xie Ying avoided his edge and retreated a few feet, frowning again, but this was a bit tricky.

Seeing that he had lost his weapon, Yaoye raised his head and laughed a few times, almost like crazy, the long sword swept again, crashed into the fiercely burning straw stack, and the flames flew in the sky, and when his head was poured down, a few flames were falling on Yaoye's head and shoulders, but he was not in pain, and he roared and then cut off Xie Ying's head.

Xie Ying was originally entrusted to surrender the monk and send him out of the city, but now it seems that he can only be killed. He put his hand into his sleeve, but a figure suddenly burst out of the oblique thorn, and roared: "Demon monk full of delirium! Master will never spare you! Look at the sword! ”

The two swords met each other again, but this time there was no loud noise, and there was no movement at all, Lu Sheng held the Xuanhei short sword and steadily blocked the hanging pot sword.

Xie Ying became more and more surprised and asked, "You...... Nothing? ”

Lu Sheng said angrily: "Something! My shoulder hurts! ”

Before the words fell, Yaoye pressed it with all his strength, and the young man fell to the ground with a pale face, and Yaoye said coldly: "The courage of the horseman." Another sword stab.

Xie Ying grabbed the young man's back collar, dragged him away from the place, held him tightly in his arms, held the short sword through Lu Sheng's hand, and muttered, "It's feasible now." ”

Lu Sheng said angrily: "Hold me and do it, let go quickly!" ”

Xie Ying said: "When you hugged me yesterday, you never said to let it go. ”

Yaoye had already pressed after him again, and the sword wind firmly enveloped the two of them, and the move was not far from the fatal point. Xie Ying grabbed Lu Sheng's right hand and led him to sometimes block, sometimes counterattack, and for a while he was on a par with Yaoye.

Lu Sheng also woke up in time, so he just held the sword with one hand and let Xie Ying control it.

However, after all, these are two people, and between the body movements, there is a lot of lag, and after more than ten moves, the drawbacks gradually appear. Lu Sheng was dragged repeatedly, the wound on his left shoulder cracked open again, blood gushed out again, and his steps became more and more staggering.

In fact, if Yaoye didn't care about these two people at this time, and went straight to transform Yu Cuilian, although Lu Sheng was not afraid of the Hanging Pot Sword Demon, but he was already at the end of the strong crossbow and was unable to fight again, although Xie Ying was a threat, he was restrained by the Hanging Pot Sword, and his strength was greatly reduced. But no one could stop him.

However, Yaoye seemed to be crazy, bent on putting these two people to death first, and was clearly stabbed and scarred, but instead of fleeing, he became more and more fierce, and his sword fell like rain.

The battle was stalemate for a while, but a strange man's voice suddenly sounded from outside the battle circle, and he said in a trembling voice: "Stop...... Brother, brother......"