Cut off the root of trouble, but there are thousands of sorrows.

He Xie's hand holding the sword was very steady, and his eyes were also very firm.

He knew it would hurt a while.

And he was a little ashamed in his heart.

Although it is not his own, and he has a spare, after all, he will live an unfettered life for a long time to come.

However, it is useless for him to ask for this iron rod for the time being......

So let it go to the dust.

The old does not go, the new does not come.

And as long as he learns the world's martial arts in the future, he may not be able to find a way to overcome the drawbacks of the evil sword spectrum, and when the time comes, he may not have to be unfettered in this world all the time.

Men still need to be fettered and can't be too uninhibited.

He Xie overcame many psychological obstacles, took a deep breath, and swung his sword!

This sword,

killing chickens,

No egg retrieval!

Seven days later.

Outside the gate of Fuzhou, a team of knights rode out of the city, the leader was short in stature, with a gloomy complexion, and a pair of triangular eyes, sometimes flashing a cruel light.

The group of knights did not stop at all, and went straight east along the official road, leaving only smoke and dust all the way.

When they were far away, a green-shirted scribe suddenly flashed out from behind a tree outside the city gate, and watched thoughtfully at the knights' distant figures.

The scribe's face was ruddy, and he didn't look like he was in a puzzled year, and the five long strands of hair under his chin added a bit of anger and self-esteem.

Behind the scribe, there was a middle-aged man with a long face with gray hair and flashing eyes, and at this moment he bowed down and hugged his fists and said: "Master, Yu Canghai, an old thief, has been looking for so many days and still found nothing, it seems that he has completely given up." ”

The scribe's face was pale: "How can Lord Yu Guan say that he is also a generation of grandmasters, the lord of a dignified faction, the so-called gentleman does not speak ill of him, Deno, Fang Cai's contemptuous words, don't say it again in the future." ”

These two people are Yue Buqun, the head of the Huashan faction, and the second disciple Lao Denuo.

Yue Buqun arrived in Fuzhou seven days ago, and in the past few days, he has been secretly monitoring the Qingcheng faction.

Lau Deno said respectfully: "Remember the master's teachings. ”

Yue Buqun bowed slightly, and said: "Denuo, count the days, Lingshan and they should have already passed Ji'an, you immediately rush to meet them, and then go to Hengyang together, waiting to participate in your Uncle Liu Zhengfeng's golden basin handwashing ceremony, you are steady, remember to watch the junior brothers and sisters, don't let them cause trouble." ”

Lauderno respectfully said yes, and then wondered: "Then Master, ...... you?"

Yue Buqun said awe-inspiringly: "Originally, the grievances between the Qingcheng faction and the Fuwei Dart Bureau were complicated, and outsiders should not interfere, but my Huashan faction is a chivalrous person, even if I have no contact with the Fuwei Dart Bureau, I can't sit idly by and ignore such a tragedy." The division decided to secretly follow Yu Canghai, waiting for an opportunity to rescue Lin Zhennan and his wife, and help Wulin Kuang on the right path. ”

Lau Deno showed admiration on his face and arched his hand: "If the Lin family learns that the master and them have never known each other, but they still run for them for the word chivalry, they will definitely feel nostalgic. ”

Yue Buqun waved his hand lightly and said with a reserved smile: "Okay, you can go." ”

After seeing Lau Denuo leave, Yue Buqun's face gradually became serious.

He looked back at Fuzhou City, hesitated slightly, and finally, he dodged 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, on an ancient tree with twisted branches not far from the city gate, He Xie deftly jumped down from the tree and let out a long breath.

If he guessed correctly, the people from the Qingcheng faction and the Huashan faction should have all withdrawn. Even if there were those who stayed on duty, it shouldn't be a big problem for him.

His face was slightly pale, and he looked like he was deficient in blood and energy. The already thin figure adds a bit of sickness and weakness.

These seven days were definitely a nightmare experience, and He Xie hoped that he would never think about it again.

It was the second most painful memory he didn't want to remember!

Killing chickens is really a technical job.

He Xie didn't have this technique, and the next day he began to have a high fever that did not go away. As a last resort, he spent 10 yuan again to directly heal the injury.

But it was worth it, because on the third day he was able to move freely.

In fact, the day before yesterday, all the patrols of the Qingcheng faction were withdrawn, and yesterday afternoon, another group of knights dressed as disciples of the Qingcheng faction left Fuzhou Mansion in a mighty way.

However, out of caution, He Xie still waited for one more day, and it turned out that his caution was completely correct, and the old fox Yu Canghai was really playing tricks with him.

What made He Xie's heart even more awe-stricken was that the green-shirted scribe who was not far from him before!

This person is obviously also secretly staring at the Qingcheng faction's every move!

He Xie recognized the gray-haired middle-aged man beside the scribe, who had used the pseudonym Old Man Sa to open a tavern in Fuzhou City with Yue Lingshan.

The identity of this green-shirted scribe is about to be revealed!

He Xie stared at Fuzhou City, retreated step by step, and disappeared into the mountains and forests after a while.

Two days later, in the evening, a woodcutter wearing a hat and a pockmarked face walked into the city of Fuzhou with a bundle of firewood on his back.

Exactly what an evil!

He Xie sat in the temple, closed his eyes and recuperated, until the husband knocked three times, he quietly went out, turned left and right all the way, and after making sure that no one was following, he cautiously sneaked into the old house of the Lin family in Xiangyang Lane.

This mansion has been abandoned by the Lin family for decades, and even in Fuzhou City, there are not many people who know that this mansion belongs to the Lin family, so it is no wonder that Yu Canghai does not know that this place exists at all.

This is a big mansion 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 swept over without looking, so the speed of the search was still very fast.

When He Xie searched the northwest corner of the courtyard, he looked into a room through the window, and immediately rejoiced in his heart—this is it!

It was a dilapidated Buddhist hall, covered with cobwebs and dust, and apparently no one had visited it for a long time.

The furnishings in the Buddhist hall are very simple, and there is a mottled ink painting hanging in the center of the wall opposite the door, which can vaguely be recognized as the image of a monk facing back, obviously, the character in the painting is the Buddhist Dharma Patriarch, and the painting is an allusion to his face of the wall for nine years.

There is a broken futon on the ground in the middle of the Buddhist hall, and the wooden fish in front of the futon can no longer be seen.

He Xie pushed the door in, looked around, and felt a little emotional.

Who would have thought that the coveted magic book of martial arts would be hidden in such an inconspicuous place?

He Xie's gaze 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 pointed in the direction of the roof.

He Xie didn't have light skills, and he couldn't go to the roof with one sweep, but he had been preparing for this moment for a long time.

He pulled out a bundle of rope from his belt, which he had used to tie the firewood.

Wrap the rope around the beam of the house, tie a slipknot, He Xie tried to pull, and then jumped up suddenly, and the next moment, he sat on the beam!

He groped around the beams for a while, and his heart sank......

Nothing, no?

Damn, what are you kidding? Lao Tzu is castrated!

He took a deep breath to calm himself, looked at the portrait again, then drew his sword and slammed it at the roof that Bodhidharma was pointing to in the painting!

Bang!

In the swishing falling sand, a red mass of things slowly falls, which looks particularly eye-catching in the moonlight.

He Xie must be in his heart, grabbed the rope and flew down, and the person grabbed the red thing in mid-air.

This is a robe, the fabric is like brocade, it is particularly strange, He Xie spread out the back of the robe, and looked at it in the moonlight, and at first glance saw the eight eye-catching characters written on it-

"If you want to practice divine skills, you must first go to the palace!"