Youzhou, Xijiang City.

In the stables of the inn, several jujube red horses were tasting the forage in the trough.

With a "poof", the door of the stable was pushed open from the outside, and the two walked in in embarrassment.

One of the two was dressed as a teacher, and the other looked like a merchant, apparently the Huiqing monk and Deng Fang.

The two went all the way south, and finally got out of Suizhou, and after entering Youzhou, it took several days to arrive in Xijiang City.

"What a place, I'm really convinced!"

Deng Fang looked at the stables full of hay, smelled the fishy stench in the air, and began to complain.

Monk Huiqing looked at Deng Fang gloatingly, and teased with a smile: "Are you rich?" I don't have a penny, and I think the place is broken! Or you can sleep outside by yourself. ”

Deng Fang glanced at him with a frown, and then looked at the sky outside.

It was pitch black, with dark clouds above, and the wind was gradually rising, which was a harbinger of heavy rain.

Deng Fang sighed, found a fairly clean place, spread some hay, and sat down.

It's better to be in the stables, though it's a little dirty, than to be out in the rain.

When Monk Huiqing saw Deng Fang resting, he also came to Deng Fang's side, meditated cross-legged, closed his eyes and recuperated.

For a moment, although the thunder was rolling outside, there was a unique tranquility in the stables.

Deng Fang looked at the sky outside with lightning and thunder from time to time, and said to himself: "I finally got out of Suizhou, but I didn't expect that Youzhou is not a good place here." ”

Hearing Deng Fang say this, Monk Huiqing comforted: "If you have silver, it's a good place anywhere, and if you don't have silver, you will suffer when you go to the capital, so you want to open a little." ”

Deng Fang snorted coldly unconvinced: "Don't preach the old monk!" I was also a young master before, so I naturally know this. ”

Monk Huiqing smiled and hummed a few words, and stopped talking.

Deng Fang put his hands behind his head, lay down, looked at the jujube red horses chewing grass, expelled the distracting thoughts in his mind, emptied himself, and then fell asleep peacefully.

In her dream, Deng Fang only felt that the hay beside her had turned into roast chicken and duck and placed it on the table.

On the table are bowls and chopsticks made of gold and jade, and candlesticks made of silver leaf, which are warm and charming.

Deng Fang looked at the grand scene in front of him, and slowly walked to the table step by step, as if roast chicken and roast duck were beckoning to him.

But when Deng Fang was about to walk to the table, the flames on the candlestick suddenly trembled violently, and turned into various colors of light, and Deng Fang was a little dazzled.

Deng Fang shouted dissatisfiedly: "What is this thing that surrounds the eyes like this? ”

Suddenly, the voice of Monk Huiqing came from Deng Fang's ears: "Sword light and sword shadow!" ”

Monk Huiqing's words shocked Deng Fang to wake up from his dream and open his eyes.

Deng Fang only felt that there was a lot of light flickering in front of his eyes, he rubbed his eyes, looked out carefully, but found that there were more than a dozen people standing neatly outside the stable.

The dozen or so people were all armed with swords, dressed in robes, and wearing bamboo hats, standing quietly.

The blade of the blade reflected the cold light, which was very terrifying.

What's even more terrifying is that Deng Fang didn't know when these people arrived.

Monk Huiqing didn't know either.

And a few jujube red horses in the stable, naturally, don't know.

Deng Fang cautiously pulled Monk Huiqing: "Old monk, what should I do now?" ”

Monk Huiqing stroked his beard with one hand, squinted at the people outside, and muttered to himself in a low voice: "The person who came is not good!" ”

The rain was getting heavier, the wind was blowing harder, and the night was getting darker.

Every time lightning rushed in the night sky, the swords in the hands of everyone outside the stable would flash with light and shadow, reflecting on Deng Fang and Monk Huiqing, making the already cold atmosphere even more bleak.

Finally, one of the leaders outside the stable spoke.

"In Liu Zhixian, the Lower Heavenly Pole Gate, I have seen Master Huiqing."

The man held the sword in one hand, stood upright with one palm in the other, bowed slightly, and bowed.

Then, he raised his head high, revealing his angular but sunny face hidden under the bamboo hat.

"This person is even more delicate than me!" Deng Fang looked at Liu Zhixian and marveled in his heart.

Originally, Deng Fang thought that the people in the rivers and lakes were all wild and fierce people, but he didn't expect that there would be such a polite person.

Monk Huiqing saw that Liu Zhixian reported himself to the mountain gate, so he asked directly: "It turned out to be someone from Tianji Gate, and he was able to recognize the two of us, it seems that you have seen the jade-faced boy Xiao Yizhen, right?" ”

Liu Zhixian's face was expressionless, and with a wave of one hand, he threw a burden from his waist into the stable.

The burden rolled and stopped in front of Monk Huiqing.

Monk Huiqing glanced at the burden, and then looked up at Liu Zhixian.

Liu Zhixian was motionless and very calm, and the more than ten people behind him were also very calm, standing as steady as Mount Tai despite the wind and rain.

Monk Huiqing took a deep breath, stretched out his hands to pick up the burden on the ground, and slowly untied it.

Deng Fang squatted aside, grabbing Monk Huiqing's shoulders with both hands, looking at the layers of uncovered baggage, his heartbeat became faster and faster, and his breathing gradually became rapid.

After the last layer of cloth was uncovered by Monk Huiqing, Xiao Yizhen's head and eyes were wide open, looking at the two of them deadly.

Xiao Yizhen's mouth was wide open, as if he was shouting, as if he was telling something, more like begging for mercy, but what it was was no longer important.

At this time, another thunderbolt flashed in the sky, lighting up the entire Xijiang City.

Liu Zhixian saw the faces of Monk Huiqing and Deng Fang clearly through the electric light.

Monk Huiqing looked at Xiao Yizhen's head, frowned, closed his eyes, and recited the scriptures of the past in his mouth.

Deng Fang was not as calm as Monk Huiqing, and his whole body trembled.

Liu Zhixian still had that expressionless face, and said flatly: "I don't want to embarrass the master, as long as Deng Fang is handed over, the master can leave on his own, and I can guarantee that it will not hurt Deng Fang's life." ”

As soon as Deng Fang heard Liu Zhixian say this, he grabbed Monk Huiqing's hands a little tighter.

Monk Huiqing slowly stood up and said softly outside the stable: "Your Tianji Gate is just a little-known small sect on the rivers and lakes, and you dare to come to plot the Tragic Heaven Sword Technique?" Even if you succeed, I'm afraid the day of the destruction of the Tianji Gate is not far away. ”

As he spoke, Monk Huiqing shook his arms, adjusted his robe, and then added indifferently: "Listen to the old man's words, don't stir up this troubled water!" ”

Liu Zhixian and the people behind him all laughed when they heard the words of Monk Huiqing.

"We Tianjimen can't carry the Sword Trick of Compassion Heaven, we know it in our hearts, and we don't bother the master."

Liu Zhixian said softly, and then with a wave of his hand, the people behind him immediately divided into two rows, making way for the middle road.

Liu Zhixian turned to one side, pointed to the road in the middle, looked at Monk Huiqing, and said the word "please".

Monk Huiqing looked at the two rows of people who were separated and laughed.

"With your kung fu, you also want to rob people in my hands?"