On the ninth day of the lunar month, it is cloudy.

The second day of the martial arts conference.

On the official road from Dengfeng to Luoyang, there were two carriages.

Four Mongolian horses, pulling two carriages, galloped.

In front of it was a hearse, with a soul-attracting banner on the wheel, and two Taoists in Tsing Yi were seated.

One person drives a car, holding the reins.

The other person holds the paper money in his hand and sprinkles a few pieces on the ground from time to time, which is commonly known as buying road money, to open the way for the ghosts.

He shouted in his mouth: "The soul returns to the ancient land, and the living avoid it." ”

In a car behind, there were also two Tsing Yi Taoists sitting in the driver's seat.

All four of them wore hemp ropes around their waists, white hats on their heads, and heavy filial piety.

It seemed that all four of them were under thirty years old, and all of them were grim and silent.

"I heard that Qingcheng Sixiu is all excellent in swordsmanship, and they are all famous beautiful men in the rivers and lakes, and when I see it today, it really deserves its reputation, it turns out that to become a beautiful man is to speak very little, it seems that I will learn it in the future." The voice came from the carriage behind.

The two people sitting outside the car did not answer, but someone in the car was laughing.

The laughter was pleasant, it was a woman's voice.

Her voice was also very pleasant: "Isn't it, I heard that the famous beauties in the rivers and lakes are vying to marry them." ”

"What about you, have you fought to marry them, if you do, I guarantee that no one will fight for you."

With a sigh, it is obvious that the woman is coquettish, usually at this time, the man next to her will be beaten, but at most she will only be pinched by her.

She said coquettishly: "Hmph, I didn't fight, I will only marry you if I want to marry, except for you, I won't marry anyone." ”

"Anyway, your dignified Tang Daqian, following me all the way is enough of a headache, and now you have to marry me, I feel even more headache now."

Of course, Tang Daqianjin is Tang Qingqing, and the other one is naturally Xiaoding.

Xiao Ding said at the martial arts conference that he would escort the coffin of Zao Wou-ki, the head of Qingcheng, back to Qingcheng Mountain.

At that time, he didn't know that Qingcheng Sixiu was also in Shaolin. If you know, he would rather go to Qingcheng alone than go with the four of them.

Presumably, being in the company of four cold people made him feel very uncomfortable.

In this martial arts conference, the Qingcheng faction came to Zhao Wouji and Qingcheng Sixiu master and apprentice, and on the night of Zao Wouji's assassination, Qingcheng Sixiu was still in Xifengju under Shaomu Mountain.

In fact, on the day of the conference, the four of them were also present, but there were many people, and Xiao Ding didn't care.

Qingcheng Sixiu, senior brother Wei Qingshu, second Liu Qingfeng, third Nie Qingyun, fourth Zhao Qingming.

This Zhao Qingming is the only son of Zao Wou-ki, and his swordsmanship has also been passed on by Zao Wou-ki.

These things have been introduced by Master Qingxuan one by one before leaving.

In the carriage carrying the coffin, it was Zhao Qingming and Wei Qingshu who were sitting.

The car in front of him stopped suddenly, and Liu Qingfeng, who was driving behind, hurriedly lifted the reins.

"Huh"...... When the carriage stopped four or five feet away from the car in front, Liu Qingfeng frowned, and just wanted to probe to ask.

I saw that Zhao Qingming also walked to the wheel, he clasped his fists with both hands, and said to the car: "Ding Shaoxia, the front is not far to Luoyang City, it is late at this time, I am afraid that I will not be able to find a post station for a while after leaving the city, why don't I stay in the city tonight, and leave early tomorrow morning, what do you think?" ”

Xiao Ding lifted the curtain and stretched out his head, he looked at Zhao Qingming's red and swollen eyes, and said with a light smile: "Zhao Gongzi, let's continue to hurry, this Luoyang City is Hu Ba's sphere of influence, I believe that there are many other forces of the Blue Dragon Society entrenched in it, and it is inconvenient for us to escort the coffin." ”

Nie Qingyun said in a deep voice: "But if you go out of the city, there will be no place to stay." ”

Xiao Ding said with a smile: "I remember that there is a temple not far from the city, so I have to grieve everyone to spend one night in the temple." ”

Tang Qingqing said: "Are you talking about the White Horse Temple?"

Xiao Ding shook his head: "No, the White Horse Temple is not a good way, and the White Horse Temple is too big, and there will be a lot of people in a place that is too big, and it is inevitable that there will be extraneous branches if there are too many people." The temple I'm talking about is just a small ruined temple. ”

Zhao Qingming bowed and said, "I respectfully command." ”

Zhao Qingming said that he turned over and got into the car, Wei Qingshu loosened the reins, and shouted, "Drive"......

The carriage continued.

The clouds rolled in the sky, and the twilight was low.

When the carriage drove out of Luoyang, it was already dark, but fortunately, the official road was wide enough and the road was still faintly visible.

When I arrived at the ruined temple that Xiao Ding said, it was completely dark.

Sure enough, it was a dilapidated temple, so broken that there was not even a plaque, and I didn't know what kind of temple it was, let alone what gods were enshrined in the temple.

Although the temple is broken, the temple gate is very spacious, just enough to accommodate the car body to enter.

Qingcheng Sixiu untied his horse, tied it to a low tree in the courtyard, took out the forage from the cart containing the coffin, and fed it to the horses.

There are several steps from the courtyard to the temple room, and the carriage can only be parked in the courtyard, but fortunately there is no rain or snow tonight.

The winter in the Central Plains is terrifyingly cold.

As soon as Tang Qingqing got out of the car, she felt that the night wind was biting cold, and she kept breathing to warm her hands.

Xiao Ding had obviously been to this place, and he saw that he was familiar with pushing open the door of the main hall, and with the fire fold in his hand, he groped for a while and lit a pile of firewood.

The firelight is particularly dazzling in the cold night, and looking at the warm firelight, even if you sit farther away, you feel the chill gradually disappearing.

After eating some dry food casually, everyone looked at this dilapidated temple again.

This ruined temple has obviously long been left unattended, and the ruins and broken walls everywhere are really secretly hanging cobwebs, and the empty beams are falling into the swallow mud.

Fortunately, this dilapidated temple is not far from the official road, and there are often passers-by who miss the inn to stay overnight, so there is not much dust in the temple, and there are even two simple wooden couches with hay on the corner.

Tang Qingqing lay on one of the wooden couches, slept with her clothes closed, and Xiao Ding took off her black fur and covered her.

Tang Qingqing was injured and should have recuperated, but she had to go to Qingcheng Mountain with Xiao Ding, but Xiao Ding was stubborn and had fed her a big pill last night.

Shaolin's Great Returning Pill has excellent efficacy, plus Tang Qingqing is a person who practices martial arts, and his internal strength is profound, and if he cultivates for a few days, it will be fine.

In this kind of weather, the inside of the house is much warmer than the outside, but Zhao Qingming can only go to the courtyard to guard the coffin, and the senior brother Wei Qingshu also follows him as a companion.

Next to the firewood sat Liu Qingfeng, Nie Qingyun and Xiao Ding.

Liu Qingfeng added firewood and grass to the fire from time to time, and Nie Qingyun held his sword in both hands, leaning on a central pillar and closing his eyes to recuperate.

After a day's emergency trek, everyone was tired.

But Xiao Ding seems to be beaten with iron, his eyes flickering under the light of the fire in the dark night, how can there be a trace of sleepiness?

He looked at Liu Qingfeng and said with a smile: "It is said that Qingcheng Sixiu has superb swordsmanship, 'heavy sword' Wei Qingshu, 'gentleman's sword' Liu Qingfeng, 'Biyun Sword' Nie Qingyun, 'Qingming Sword' Zhao Qingming, have been famous many years ago, and the swordsmanship of the four has long been blue, it seems that the rumors are true." ”

Liu Qingfeng said indifferently: "It's just a rumor, it's a false appearance, Ding Shaoxia don't have to believe it." ”

Xiao Ding smiled: "But I already believe that some things will not be passed on wrongly." ”

After speaking, he picked up a piece of wood five or six inches long next to his feet, raised his hand, and with a whoosh, the wood shot straight away from Nie Qingyun's face.

Liu Qingfeng saw Xiao Ding make a move, but he didn't know if he was in a hurry, and he didn't see him shouting to remind Nie Qingyun carefully, let alone stop the wood.

He didn't even lift his eyelids.

The wood broke through the air and came to him, Nie Qingyun didn't even open his eyes, and the long sword in his hand was already unsheathed.

With a "bang", the wood was split in two and fell to the ground.

As soon as the wood clicked down, the sword was sheathed with a bang.

Good fast sword.

Good quick response.

Nie Qingyun had already opened his eyes, stared at Xiao Ding, and said coldly: "Ding Shaoxia, what do you mean by this?" ”

Xiao Ding smiled and said, "It's nothing, I just want to see if your sword is fast enough." ”

After speaking, he stood up, patted the dust on his body, stretched lazily, and said with a light smile: "Because I suddenly want to sleep well, of course I have to try whether your swordsmanship is fast enough." ”

Xiao Ding walked to another wooden couch and fell asleep.

Leaving Liu Qingfeng and Nie Qingyun stunned.