When the waning moon is in the sky, it is silent.

The abbot's room in the side hall of the hanging temple is still lit, and two silhouettes are cast on the window lattice, and the two seem to be talking, but not a word comes out.

The night breeze blows from the mountains, the cypress trees planted in the courtyard, the branches and leaves are slightly shaken, gargling, and a transparent barrier in front of the hall is also blown wrinkled, like a stone sinking mirror lake, ripples and ups and downs.

Abbot Zhiran sat on the bed, and was asking questions at this time, and the person who answered was none other than the little monk Zhixiang.

"Oh, in this way, in addition to the Jing Qingzhen people of the Except Year Palace, the Qingyunzi of the Shushan Sword Sect, and even the Princess Ruide and the Immortal Forest of the New Dynasty, many forces have gathered in Fojiao Town. Zhiran lowered the rosary in his hand and slowly spoke.

"There are also people who wash the Sword Pavilion, a group of four people, led by Lu Yao, the elder of the Sword Pavilion, accompanied by three young people, one of whom rode a donkey with a sword in his crotch, which is a little special. ”

"The one riding the donkey, does he look sleepy-eyed?"

Zhixiang thought back to what he had seen and heard during the day, and nodded yes.

"That's right, that person should be the rising star of the Sword Pavilion, the younger generation of sword leaders, tide weaving. Zhiran thought to himself, muttering in his mouth. "The Washing Sword Pavilion has never asked about mundane matters, staying away from right and wrong, what is the matter of coming back to the Hanging Temple. ”

"Recently, there have been rumors under the mountain that it has been confirmed that Nansheng's predecessors are hiding in the Hanging Temple," the little monk paused for a moment and continued.

"Moreover, it is rumored that Nan Sheng's predecessors knew a lot about the treasures of the previous dynasty. ”

"Amitabha, is it the handwriting of my uncle?"

"Nansheng's predecessors' own plan, fishing in troubled waters. ”

"Oh. Abbot Zhiran fell into deep thought, and after a long time, he saw that Zhixiang was still there, so he asked. "Yunqi has arrived in the back mountain?"

"It should be in the mountains at this time. ”

"Uncle Shi, what are your next steps?"

"Senior brother, the master said that Wuxiang is Wuxiang, he bears it alone, and has nothing to do with the Hanging Temple, and ...... afterwards" Zhixiang pondered for a while before slowly speaking.

"The master said that no matter what the outcome is afterwards, senior brother, you must draw a line with him, and if necessary, you don't have to care about his name. ”

"Hey, why did Uncle Shi come here?" Abbot Zhiran sighed.

"For the sake of a Nansheng, hundreds of years of reputation, completely disregarded, is it worth it?"

"Senior brother, the mountain protection array in the back mountain has been activated, do you need to send some more mountain patrols now?"

"It's good that these are handled by your unsuccessful teachers and nephews, from now on, you will go to the Dharma Cave to retreat and practice for a period of time, and when you will leave the customs, I will send someone to inform you. ”

"Yes, brother. ”

"Alright, you go back and pack up and move in tonight. Abbot Zhiran waved his hand at Zhixiang, picked up the rosary from the bed again, and began to close his eyes and recuperate.

The little monk Zhixiang stopped talking, raised his palm with one hand, bowed down and exited the house, and carefully closed the door.

The moonlight was hazy, the mountain wind was lonely, the little monk stood on the steps with his hands in his sleeves and looked at the moon for a long time, and then saw him take a deep breath and step out.

Before the ripples of the transparent enchantment could rise, he calmly passed by.

The abbot of Zhiran in the room slowly opened his eyes, full of approval.

"Hanging in the air, when in Zhixiang. ”

The group of people who had just arrived at the Washing Sword Pavilion in Buddha's Foot Town settled in the Penglai Inn, and after a simple meal, they went back to their rooms to rest.

The guest room where the tide weaves is located at the end of the second floor, and the street view can be seen by pushing the window. But he didn't understand the amorous feelings, and was willing to live up to the beautiful scenery and went to bed early.

Chao weaving at this time sleeping is really difficult to compliment, the body is in a large shape, one foot on the bed, one foot on the wall, the bird's nest-like head poking out of the bed, slightly open mouth, salivating at the corners of the mouth, snoring lightly, sleeping sweetly.

There was a clear bell through the noisy night market, ethereal coming, Chao Zhi's ears moved slightly, pursed his lips, and his brows slowly wrinkled.

A green light rose silently from the room, came out of the window, and disappeared suddenly. Looking at the bed in the room, it was already empty.

Shioori stood on a ruined rooftop, his hands clasped around his sword, and his mouth yawned.

"Call me, don't talk yet, it's a waste of everyone's time, it's better to go back to bed early. ”

A few feet away, there was a man in black, wearing a fence on his head that was difficult to discern, but his posture was exquisite, concave and convex, and he was a woman.

The woman didn't answer, and with a flip of her left hand, a small and delicate bell suddenly appeared, floating and spinning in the palm of the man's hand, exuding a faint white and cold treasure light, like a ball of moonlight being held in his hand.

The woman waved her hand, and the moonlight was fast and lightning, and it came straight to the door of the tide weaving.

"Again!" Chao Weaving exclaimed, because the two were too close to each other, the magic weapon came quickly, and it was about to hit him head-on, Chao Weaving suddenly lowered his waist, and his body bowed into an arch bridge, and the water used for an iron plate bridge came naturally.

He saw the white bell brushing the tip of his nose dangerously.

Chao Weaving turned his body over, his hands were propped up on the ridge of the roof, his body suddenly rose, the person was still in the air, and the bell came back again. The tide weave has nowhere to focus, and it is an unavoidable situation.

At the last moment, the sword finger of Chao Weaving's right hand was pulled, and the saber left on the roof turned into a streamer in front of him, and the bell and the sword struck each other in the air, clanging and splashing streamers.

The tide weave opened the distance and landed steadily on the opposite ridge.

"You woman is so stingy! Didn't you just take a sneak peek when you were taking a shower, and as for being so unrelenting, it's a big deal that you can look back next time I take a shower. ”

The person on the other side was still silent, but he was obviously annoyed and angry, his hands flew with ten fingers on his chest, and the magic seals changed instantly, and the exquisite bell also shone brightly, gradually suppressing the flying sword of Chao Weaving.

"It's almost okay, although I don't kill women, it doesn't mean that I don't beat women. ”

Chao Weaving's saber was knocked off again, Chao Weaving looked at it, there were obviously a few more dents on the sword, and he couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

Shioori hurriedly waved his hand to recall the saber, clenched it in his hand, and saw that his knees were slightly bent, the ridge tiles under his feet were cracked, and his toes were a little on his toes, and he suddenly exerted his strength, rushing towards the woman like an arrow, and because of the excessive speed, the roof ridge left an afterimage.

The woman harnessed the bell several times to no avail, and seeing that Shiori was getting closer and closer, she was obviously a little flustered, and even the bell with her control was a little disorganized.

"Still not admitting defeat?" Shioori stretched his arm forward, pointing his sword at the man's throat.

"Don't think!" the woman finally spoke, but her tone was resolute. A long sword that slammed into the throat, without hesitation, to die Mingzhi.

"Hey?" Chao Weaving's hand was quick, and the long sword in his hand was thrown upward, and the sword body rolled twice in the air, and was steadily caught by his left hand that leaned back.

All this happened in an instant, the woman was originally crashing into the long sword, and was dazzled by the tide weaving, so she couldn't stop her body and crashed straight into his arms, and the tide weave saw this with her hands spread out, with a cheap smile on her face, ready to meet the woman's arms.

"Eh!" The imaginary Yingxiang was full of fulfillment, but the abdomen was hit hard, and Shioori hurriedly let go of his hand, swept back, and instantly opened the distance.

"What do you want to do?" Shiori hissed and gasped, a little angry, I didn't expect this woman's fists to be big, and the fight was quite painful.

"Beat you!" the woman struck a successful blow, a little smug.

"Something to say!" Shiori slowly straightened her waist and rubbed her hands non-stop.

"Except for beating you up to relieve your anger, it's really nothing. The woman raised her fist at the tide.

"I'm beaten, I'm angry, it's time for me to go back to sleep. Shiori turned around and was about to leave.

"Hey! Stop. I have something to ask you. ”

"Woman, it's so troublesome!" Shiori turned around helplessly.

"What are you doing in the Hanging Temple?"

"I have something in Yunqi's hand, and I want to get it back. ”

"What is it?" the woman wondered.

"Reincarnation of the other side of the flower. "When it comes to the other side of the flower, Chao Weaving is embarrassed and indignant.

On the other side of reincarnation, the flower is born in the Great Wilderness Yellow Spring, the growth environment is harsh, and there are strange beasts to guard, it is rare in this world, and it is not easy to obtain.

Chao weaving in the Yellow Spring after a lot of hardships, the emperor lived up to his heart, and finally he found one, but unfortunately the flower on the other side will not bloom, not yet ripe, fortunately, the flower is in the near future, Chao weaving will guard day and night, abandon all miscellaneous things, and wait for the flowers to bloom.

It's a pity that it backfired, and the flower on the other side of the world, which was regarded as an inevitable thing, was taken away by Yunqi under his nose just because he was sleepy for a while.

It was a matter of the master's life, and Chao Weaving had no choice but to act against his will, but his skills were not as good as others, and he was beaten by Yunqi. Chao Weaving had no choice but to summon the Sword Pavilion while following Yunqi to the Hanging Temple.

"What's it for?"

"Save someone. A very important person. ”

"Did you get it?"

"No," Shiori shook her head and smiled bitterly, "I can't beat her." ”

"And you're still here?"

"This time, I called the elders in the cabinet to help me and see if there was a chance. "Chao Weaving's sleepy eyes are wide open, his eyes are burning, and he is bound to win. "If it doesn't work, I'll steal it back. ”

"That's amazing!" the woman pursed, very disdainful.

"Why are you here?" asked Shioori, who naturally filtered through the sarcasm, curiously.

"I won't tell you. ”

"Oh, woman. Chao Weaving was impatient to entangle with her again, and as soon as the sword trick was drawn, the sword was volleyed in the air, and Chao Weaving flew to step on the sword and left.

"Hey, my name is Xinrui. The woman put her hands to her lips and shouted at the figure in the park.

"If you don't remember my name next time, you'll die a miserable death!"

"Got it, stinky woman!" replied from afar.

Xinrui was in a good mood and giggled.

"Princess, it's late at night, it's time to go back. An ugly old servant ghost appeared and stood behind Xinrui.

"The purpose of our trip is to clear the remnants of the previous dynasty, and now it seems that the people who wash the Sword Pavilion will not interfere with us, and will even become a help, so that's fine!"

When Xinrui turned to face the old servant, it was difficult to see the emotion, and his cold eyes were full of the indifference of the superior.

"Where have they been, Yu Chen?"

"Princess, the two thousand hussars led by General Yu Chen have set up camp thirty miles away from here, ready to go at any time. ”

"Not bad. It's just that the situation is unclear and complicated now, so let's wait and see what happens, and you inform Yu Chen to be ready at any time. ”

"Old slave, escort the princess back first. ”

The corner of Xinrui's eyes twitched, and the old servant hurriedly changed his words, "The princess is careful herself, the old slave will go to the general's side." ”

With that, the old man's figure took a few jumps and disappeared.

Xinrui slowly spread out his right hand, a sword-shaped jade pendant was lying in his palm, and his left hand was holding the word tide weaving engraved on it, and his eyebrows and eyes were gradually bent.

"Bastard, you can't escape. ”