This voice spread far away, but Jiang Qiansong heard it and just smiled lightly in the tent, and then stepped out, holding a scroll of ancient books in his hand.

The purple sword that flowed ink dance did not take away, and still stood sideways in front of that person. Jiang Qiansong walked to Liuyu Mowu's side, because Liuyu Mowu was standing on top of the weeds, Jiang Qiansong looked half a body shorter.

Jiang Qiansong arched his hand and said with a smile: "Sword idiot, sword madness, Liu Wuheng, I haven't seen you for so many years, but your demeanor is still the same." The person who was called a sword maniac by Jiang Qiansong just snorted coldly and said, "I can't imagine that you, the white-clothed sword saint who shook the rivers and lakes, are now like this, and martial arts are forbidden to be abolished, but the disciples who received this are excellent!" ”

Jiang Qiansong laughed when he heard this, "Presumably, I flew pigeons and passed the book to you before I came to these two old men, right?" This sword madness sword madness Liu Wuheng lifted his robe and said, "I told it." Jiang Qiansong took a step forward, turned his right hand to the front of him and said, "I came to Qianxue today just to tell some things to my old friends." ”

Sword madness Liu Wuheng's eyes shrank and smiled, "Unexpectedly, you old guy, when you are old, your martial arts are abolished, and the habit of making swords back then has not been changed." Your left hand is behind your back, and it is still your longest left-handed sword at your waist. Jiang Qiansong said the previous sentence, and he was not in a hurry to let the sword idiot know what was going on. Now that I have heard the words of Liu Wuheng, a sword maniac, I have come out of my habit of making swords back then.

Jiang Qiansong nodded and smiled, "Unexpectedly, you haven't changed this habit." When he met Liu Wuheng in the territory of Qianxue, Jiang Qiansong did not carry the sword, and the sword mad Liu Wuheng carried the sword behind him, holding the knife in his right hand, making it a left-handed knife.

The two simply met by the river, and they were suddenly murderous, sword, and sword. The two glanced at each other, the sword was unsheathed, and the sword moves of the white jade sword in Jiang Qiansong's hand were mysterious and flexible, and the sword qi was even more in line with the sword intent, and the sword intent was moved. And Liu Wuheng was the left-handed knife of the envoy before, and finally was forced out of the right-handed sword by Jiang Qiansong, and finally he was holding the knife backwards, holding the sword. The two fought directly from the upper reaches of the river to the lower reaches of the river, for a day and a night, and finally the two stopped after several exhaustions.

Later, after Jiang Qiansong left Qianxue, Liu Wuheng, the sword madman, even picked the demon of the Thousand Snow Demon Sect, and even Chang'an, a heartless man who ranked first on the evil demon list and fifth on the heavenly list, was also picked by the sword madness. It's just that in the end, the sword idiot sword was defeated, and he casually challenged the second and third demons in a row, and when he challenged the fourth devil, he defeated Tuoba Feileng, who ranked fourth, and this famous town Qianxue Jianghu.

After that, he went south, came to Daqian, challenged the famous and upright, and there were countless evil ways and crooked demons, and finally he was defeated by the sword of Qing Shaoyou, a disciple of Shushan who debuted that year and the current head of Shushan. In the end, from Beiliang into Qianxue, assisted the army at the border, attacked three cities in a row, and the Beiliang Iron Cavalry in his hand lost countless lives, and took over Qiao Yu and another master to make a move, forcing it back to Qianxue.

It's just that after arriving in Qianxue, Liu Wuheng was besieged by Tuoba Feileng because of his quirky personality and few friends.

Liu Wuheng continued: "When I heard that you fell from a cliff, I thought you would have died a long time ago, but I didn't expect that you would die by the West Lake. Really, that woman really made you like this? “

Jiang Qiansong nodded with a smile and said, "You have always been ruthless and desireless, with a quirky personality, if it weren't for this back then, you wouldn't have been taken advantage of by Tuoba Feileng, resulting in your injuries still not healing." “。 Liu Wuheng said coldly, "Tuoba Feileng, that old guy is just like a mouse in the shadows, and he only does dark things, I don't care about it." “

Jiang Qiansong shook his head and smiled, "You are still like this." “

Liu Wuheng waved his hand and said, "Say, why did you suddenly appear in the rivers and lakes, what is the matter with you coming to me this time?" “

Jiang Qiansong's eyes narrowed and he smiled: "Do you remember that grand event in the rivers and lakes back then?" “。 Liu Wuheng suddenly became murderous when he heard this, and when he saw this, the purple sword turned and protected Jiang Qiansong. Jiang Qiansong motioned to Liuyu Mo Wu not to worry.

"How could you not remember! I will never forget it until I die, not only me, but also the two old men! Liu Wuheng's voice was extremely cold, and the sword figure behind him appeared.

Jiang Qiansong didn't continue, just looked at Liu Wuheng's expression, and saw that Liu Wuheng suppressed the monstrous killing intent in his heart, and then said, "I appeared in the rivers and lakes just because, I'm from Beiliang." “

Liu Wuheng said lightly: "Bei Liang? Why did Qiao Yu and Fei Sheng miss me? Back then, Qiao Yu made a knife and Fei Sheng made a gun, and the two joined forces to make Liu Wuheng suffer a big loss, but fortunately someone rescued him, so he saved his life and went back to Qianxue. Jiang Qiansong said with a guide in his hand, "Fei Sheng is already buried on the border, and Qiao Yu is also old. “

Hearing this, Liu Wuheng showed a trace of reluctance, but he was suppressed again in an instant, and Jiang Qiansong, who only listened, continued, "Fei Sheng, since the battle with you, the old injuries on his body have recurred, and he died in the army half a year later. ”

Liu Wuheng suppressed his emotions and continued, "Since you are from Beiliang, then your status is not low, just know from the identity of the apprentice next to you. Wow, the purple jade forged sword is really not an ordinary luxury! Didn't you become the master of the new prince of Beiliang? ”

Jiang Qiansong nodded, and Liu Wuheng said, "Then it seems that you have made money, since you are from Beiliang, I also know what you have to say, and I will come to you again when the time comes." After speaking, Liu Wuheng turned around, and in a flash of sword light, he disappeared into the grass.

The night became silent, and there was a slight chill smiling. Xiao Qingchen and the others had already slept, waiting for dawn tomorrow to go to Shu Mountain.

In the courtyard, the breath of incense and candles also flickered.

"When the Bodhisattva of Freedom is walking in the deep Prajnaparamita, he summons the five aggregates to be empty, to overcome all suffering, relics, the color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color."

This is a bamboo forest, verdant and verdant, mixed with flowers and plants in the middle, extremely beautiful and elegant. Butterflies and birds fly lightly in the forest, full of life. There is a bamboo house in the bamboo forest.

"If you want to be recognized, you will be able to do it"

"Knock knock" There was a knock on the door, "Little monk, little monk, open the door!" Little monk, I'm here to listen to your story, little monk" "Dong Dong" The little monk in the bamboo house was reciting the Heart Sutra, and when he heard the soft voice outside the door, he chanted "Relic, time", and couldn't help sighing, stood up, and opened the bamboo door.

Outside the door, a twenty-eight girl in a green dress stood at the door prettyly, with her hands behind her back, smiling at the little monk who was half a head taller than herself. The little monk's Dharma name Mingyue is different from the Dharma name of other monks in the temple. Mingyue looked at the green-clothed girl in front of her and made a Buddhist salute. This girl's name is Xiu Girl, but her real name is I don't know if it's just called Xiu Girl, and she comes to Mingyue every day to tell her story. The stories of gods and demons, martial arts stories, and Buddhist scripture stories, but also the little monk is well-read and strong, and he can remember so many stories. It's just that I don't know if I remembered it before, or if I remembered it after I met the show girl.

The show girl smiled and walked out in a hurry, and Mingyue just shook her head helplessly with a wry smile and followed. The two walked in the woods, the butterfly stopped on the shoulder of the show girl, the show girl stretched out her finger to tease the butterfly, the butterfly was frightened, and ran to Mingyue's head again, the show girl smiled at this time, ignoring Mingyue's wry smile. Walking through the flowers, we came to a lake.

The show girl trotted a few steps and sat on a smooth bluestone by the lake. Picked up a pebble and threw it in the lake, and there was a ripple with a "poof" sound. The sky was high and blue, and a few goshawks flew by.

The little monk Mingyue made a Buddhist salute like Miss Xiu, and asked softly, "Miss Xiu, what story do you want to hear today?" Miss Xiu smiled and said, "Hehe, anything is fine" Mingyue couldn't help but smile when she saw Miss Xiu's clear eyes, and looked at the birds flying overhead.

"Once upon a time there was an old monk who was always patronized by thieves, and he finally couldn't bear it anymore, and one day the thief came again, and the old monk said to the thief, 'Put your hand in, and I will give you whatever you want,' and the thief was very happy. So he put his hand in, and the old monk grabbed his hand, tied it to the pillar, and then beat him with a stick, shouting 'Take refuge in the Buddha, take refuge in the law, take refuge in the monk'" The little monk seemed to remember the scene at that time, and his words were a little smiling.

"The thief was in great pain, so he could only helplessly follow the old monk and shout, 'Oh, take refuge in the Buddha, hey, take refuge in the law, take refuge in the monk' This is the famous story of the three refuges in Buddhism"

The show girl smiled and said mischievously, "You are three refuges, but I have four refuges, do you want to listen?" The little monk Mingyue was stunned, and he had never heard the master say four refuges. Mingyue asked suspiciously, "What is it, the four refuges" The show girl said softly, "Stretch out your hand", Mingyue was stunned, and hesitantly stretched out her hand. Seeing that he was hesitant, the show girl grabbed his hand and pulled the little monk to a stagger.

The delicate hand of the show girl was lightly drawn in the palm of the little monk in the bright moon, which made the little monk itch for a while, and he couldn't help but move a few times, and then held the show girl's hand. The little monk saw the show girl looking at him with a smile, his face couldn't help but turn red, he lowered his head, and recited a few words of Buddha in his mouth, but somehow, he was originally meditating at the thought, but now the more he thinks about it, the more chaotic he becomes. It's not that the Buddhist scriptures are demonic, but the little monk himself is demonic. Miss Xiu took Mingyue's hand away, and carefully stroked it, Mingyue looked at Miss Xiu's serious eyes, and stayed there.

"Whoosh" There was a sound of footsteps from behind him, which woke up the little monk Mingyue. The little monk turned around and saw that it was his master, so he performed the Buddha salute and shouted, "Master"

The white-bearded old monk looked at Mingyue and said, "What about the female benefactor?" The little monk said, "As usual, I told her about the Buddha, and she left" The white-bearded old monk sighed lightly and said, "Go and chant the scriptures", and left after speaking. The old monk didn't care about the little monk and the show girl, Buddhism pays attention to cause and effect, how can cause and effect be reincarnated?

"Amitabha, Amitabha, Amitabha" The little monk Mingyue stood by the lake, chanting the Buddha's name in the air, and couldn't help but think of the whispers in his ear before.

"Taking Refuge in the Buddha" "Taking Refuge in the Buddha"

"Convert to the law" "Convert to the law"

"Taking Refuge in Sangha" "Taking Refuge in Sangha"

"Refuge Show Girl" "Huh!? ”

Miss Xiu grabbed Mingyue's hand, "Say! The girl who took refuge in the show" had a sparkle in her eyes.

It was dark, and there was no sign of the birds, and there was silence. The surface of the "Didi" lake rippled, the lake and the mountains were covered with fog, it was hazy, and the sky was raining, and it was very heavy.

"Take refuge, Miss Xiu!" The little monk of Mingyue looked at his hand and muttered.

Mingyue stood alone by the lake, in the rain and fog, unable to see her look. The sound of the rain also covered his muttering, but what he could see was that the little monk Mingyue was staring at his hands, not knowing if he could stare at the flowers and the Buddha.

The white-bearded old monk who was originally leaving suddenly appeared ten feet behind the little monk Mingyue, and the heavy rain should have drenched his clothes, but when he looked closer, he found that there was no rain dripping a foot around him. The old monk looked at the little monk Mingyue who was drenched in the heavy rain and didn't know it, and recited the Buddha's name. This Buddha horn was transmitted far away, and in the rain, you can still hear the echo from the distant mountains.

It's just that the little monk Mingyue threw himself on his hand with all his heart, and he didn't feel anything. I don't know if it's a bad fate? Is it into the devil's way?