At the foot of Kunlun Pai Mountain, an old woodcutter lazily leaned on a load of new firewood, lying on the side of the road, with a shabby hat covering most of his face, and a piece of thatch in his mouth.

The horse's hooves gradually advanced, the woodcutter squinted, spit out the thatch in his mouth, stood up straight, without a trace of decadence, and when the horse walked in, he said respectfully: "But Shen Weiren Shen Gongzi?"

The person who came was Shen Weiren, who came down the mountain, and he was not surprised to see that the woodcutter knew him, so he jumped off the horse, walked to the side of the road, and said coldly: "What's the matter?"

"Childe, where do you want to go alone?"

"Go back to Wudang first," Shen Weiren said impatiently.

The woodcutter did not think it was at all wrong, and respectfully returned: "There is a letter from home," and then he took out a piece of bamboo tube from his bosom with both hands, sealed it with gold wax, and printed it on the wax, obviously never opened the seal.

Shen Weiren took the bamboo tube, removed the seal, took out a silk cloth, looked at it carefully, rubbed his hands, the silk cloth turned into powder, and then looked at the woodcutter and said: "I know, since this is the case, I will go to Zhuojun first, and then return to Wudang, you will pay attention here, if my little brother comes down the mountain, immediately send a message to me." ”

"The small one can be saved, the son walks slowly," he picked up the new firewood and went down the mountain leisurely.

Shen Weiren pondered for a moment, then urged his mount and quickly rode eastward.

On Kunlun Mountain, Qingxuan was in a daze for two days and two nights, only to wake up, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that the moon had already risen to the east mountain, and he was still sitting on Zhang Yanran's collapse, only to see a star bean fire in the room, a woman fell asleep on the desk, saliva flowed down, it was Han Qingluo.

"Miss Han, Miss Han," Qing Xuan called softly.

I saw Han Qingluo humming lightly, answering lazily and not getting up. Qing Xuan was helpless, so he had to slowly move down, moved to the table tremblingly, grabbed the teapot on the table, didn't care about using a small cup, picked it up and poured it into his mouth.

This time there was a big movement, Han Qingluo was suddenly startled, woke up, jumped a few steps back, and startled Qing Xuan.

"Boy, are you awake?" Qingluo said embarrassedly when he saw Qing Xuan standing at the table coughing, rubbing his eyes.

"Miss Han, if I were an assassin, you wouldn't know how many tricks I had hit, but I would have slept well," Qing Xuan said with a smile.

"It's not because of you, I'm afraid that you will die of serious injuries, I don't know when you will die, you have survived until now, you just took a nap, and you woke up, stinky boy with no conscience," Han Qingluo stretched his waist, looked at it for a moment, and asked, "How is it?

"It's not in the way, it's just an old sore and a new injury, I'm afraid it won't get better for a while, the body is empty, this healing shouldn't be a day's work," Qing Xuan said, and his stomach growled.

Qingluo heard this, pouted and smiled: "Hungry?"

"Well, hungry. ”

"Hey, this girl is going to rest, let's find a way to go by myself," said the big lama, pushing open the door and going downstairs.

Qing Xuan was sore all over, where could he still walk, so he had to fill up the water, moved back to lie down, and reluctantly said: "My brother Shen, please ask him to help me with the whole leg of mutton." ”

"Let's go," Qingluo laughed downstairs, listening to the footsteps of going out, he must have walked far.

"Where are you going?" Qing Xuan muttered, and after waiting for a while, no one came, so he fell into a deep sleep.

In the dream, I galloped with Brother Qingxiao to Saibei, running overnight, I was so tired that I couldn't do it, but I could only grit my teeth and endure it; suddenly I saw Shen Weiren lying in the ice and snow, chatting about some interesting stories about mountains and rivers, hey, why did someone call me, is it Sister Qingluan?

"Sister," Qing Xuan shouted, suddenly opening his eyes.

"Ahh ”

Qing Xuan shook his head, only to see that Zhang Yanran and Han Qingluo were there, and Qingluo was patting his chest and scolding angrily at the moment.

Qing Xuan smiled and didn't speak.

"Brother Qingxuan, are you awake?" Zhang Yanran hurriedly picked up a cup of tea and handed it over.

"I had to eat last night, and after a while I slept like a dead pig, and I was busy for half the night," Qingluo snorted, pouting.

Zhang Yanran smiled, then helped Qing Xuan up, helped him sit at the table, and said with a smile: "Sister Han cooked a lot of food last night, but unfortunately it was cold early, you haven't eaten for a long time, you should eat something light at the moment," said a bowl of white porridge with her own hands and handed it over.

Qing Xuan was so hungry that he drank the white porridge in the bowl like a jujube, then picked up the crockpot, sucked all the white porridge clean, and saw that the cold meat on the table had not been removed, nor did he dislike it, so he picked up a leg of mutton and chewed it.

"Ah, no, I'll make a new one," Zhang Yanran hurriedly stopped.

"No, no, that's fine," Qing Xuan swept away the food on the table like a whirlwind, and said with a sigh of relief: "It's good to be alive this time, oh, by the way, what about my eldest brother?"

The two women couldn't help but laugh when they saw him, and when they heard his question, they replied: "Senior Brother Shen is gone, he is worried about something in the door, and he has returned to Wudang the day before yesterday." ”

"How can this be done? He's alone, I'm afraid it's not going to work, I'm going to help him," Qing Xuan shouted.

"Come on, you still have to heal your injuries, you can't ride a horse like this, who will serve you all the way? This place is thousands of miles away from Wudang, do you want to carry you over in a sedan chair?" Qingluo sneered.

"Don't worry, Senior Brother Shen has rich experience and martial arts, he will be fine, you better heal your injuries first, and then it's not too late to look for him, I will arrange for my disciples to deliver the letter, you can rest assured," Zhang Yanran comforted.

Qing Xuan was silent, secretly thinking that what the two women said also made sense, Brother Shen was old after all, and he was familiar with the world, so it should be no big problem, how could he go, he would no longer be stubborn.

Seeing that he was fine, he yawned and went back to his room to sleep. Qing Xuan saw that he was occupying the boudoir, regardless of Zhang Yanran's persuasion, and was stunned to find another place to live, Zhang Yanran was helpless, so he let him live in his father's bedroom temporarily, and arranged for someone to prepare hot water for Qing Xuan to wash and change clothes.

"Brother Qingxuan," after Qingxuan finished changing clothes, Yan Ran called at the door.

"Senior sister, please come in," and when Yanran entered the house, Qing Xuan smiled and said, "Senior sister, you are a little older, and in the future, you will be like Brother Shen, and call me junior brother." ”

"Little brother," Yan Ran called casually, "you see," and reached out and handed over a box.

Qing Xuan was puzzled, stretched out his hand to take it, opened the box and took a look, only to see that the box was a golden book, seeing Yanran's signal, he opened it to take a look, only to see the three words "Changfeng Jue" engraved on the cover of the golden album, and hurriedly closed it and said: "This is your Changfeng Jue, I can't read it." ”

"Little brother, but it doesn't hurt to look at it, I bring this volume today, just to study the mystery with you, you also know, my internal strength is shallow, martial arts are low, although I have been carefully taught by my father for many years, but these few days to read carefully, quite incomprehensible, the content contained in it is obscure, you have a wide range of knowledge, or you can understand a thing or two. ”

"Senior sister, this is a peerless school of your sect, how can you easily show it?"

"Little brother, you are not an outsider, you sent letters thousands of miles to help my faction, and now you are even more injured because of our faction, if this function helps you recover as soon as possible, it can also reduce the guilt in my heart," Zhang Yanran said sincerely.

"Senior sister, I'm just an old injury that hasn't healed, I'm overdraining, it's not a big deal, I'll heal after a while, this skill is something I can't practice," Qing Xuan waved his hand.

"Okay, okay, then you can participate in the research with me, or teach me the mysteries, and the bento will help me, okay?" Zhang Yanran said eagerly, tears rolling in her eyes.

Qing Xuan was silent for a moment, and when he saw Zhang Yanran's eager eyes, he had to nod. Zhang Yanran burst into tears and laughed, left the golden book, and went out first.

Qing Xuan changed into clean clothes, refreshed, then sat cross-legged on the collapse, closed his eyes and exercised, after the battle of Kunlun, the true qi was dispersed, at this moment the dantian was empty, after a few days of pranayama, the external injury of a sword on the chest was no big problem, but this internal injury could not be achieved overnight, and could only be slowly cultivated and recuperated.

Qing Xuan silently recited Huang Ting's mental method, did it slowly, did not rush for quick success, let go of his thoughts, his mind was stable, and he flowed slowly. After two hours, Guan Chong's acupoint suddenly became hot, and a trace of shallow and clear true qi rushed into the Shaoyang meridians. Qing Xuan slowly converged this trace of true qi, warmed and strengthened, after a while, the Zuyang Ming Sutra was also a jump, gathering a trace of true qi, Qing Xuan silently said: Close the door Taiyi slippery flesh, Tianshu Wailing Dajuli, the waterway returns to reach the Qi Chong, and the Jiguan Futu goes to the Yin City. Then the twelve yang veins are all hot, the twelve wisps of true qi will return to their respective places, Qing Xuan will transport the Xuan Sutra again, gather the qi to the sea of qi, although the qi of each vein is as thin as a thread, but suddenly gathered, it becomes a bunch; Qing Xuan will lift a bundle of true qi from the sea of qi to the Jiang Palace, and then flow to the mud pill, complete a large week, the three dantian have the true temperature to nourish, it will be like a long drought and sweet rain, and it will suddenly be full of vitality.

Qing Xuan was secretly happy in his heart, when he was in Chang'an, with the help of the master, he accidentally got a glimpse of the way of the Huang Ting Sutra to return to Tibet, so that his true qi can be converted in the dantian and meridians, and can be stationed in the visible and hidden veins. The air around Qing Xuan's body seemed to stagnate, and countless silky air currents lingered in.

I don't know how long it took, so I did the opposite, and injected all the qi accumulated in the three dantian into the yang veins, and the dantian was empty, and the whole body was hot; the twelve yin veins immediately practiced the true qi, accumulated sand into a tower, and then injected into the dantian, and when it was full, it raised the qi to make the yin and yang blend, and the whole body flowed, and the internal injuries were suddenly slightly reduced.

So repeatedly, after Qing Xuan walked for dozens of weeks, he slowly opened his eyes, and the feeling of hunger and thirst in his stomach hit, and Qing Xuan looked out the window, it should have been half a day.

Qing Xuan saw that someone had already prepared food on the table, and he was sincerely grateful to Zhang Yanran for her thoughtfulness, and after eating the wine, there was nothing left and right, so he picked up the golden book and looked at it by the candlelight.

Open the golden book, only to see that it contains: one counts the two counts, the three earthquakes and the four Xun numbers are divided; the fifth is the middle palace and the six cadres are, the seven to the eight Gen and the nine leave the door, the form is the house of the gods, the god is the master of the form, the martial arts of the door, the power of yin and yang, the Qianyang is prosperous, the town of the dragon urges, the kun yin is extremely cold, the ice is clear, so that the Qiankun is harmonious, and the yang and the god are yin..... , Qing Xuan saw the first page contained, based on Zhou Yi, the five elements are divided, not like other schools of martial arts, but see the harmony of Qiankun contained in it, it is like the blend of yin and yang that he has cultivated, a little understanding, fortunately he has been familiar with the medical classics and miscellaneous books in Cuiwei Mountain, and Shen Weiren has taught some side door and left road all the way, otherwise these hexagrams, the five elements are also difficult to understand, when reading carefully, this Changfeng Xuan and their own habits are mutually corroborative, but also a little peek at the door of this skill.

Turning the next page, it should be the second form of this gong, this style uses the five elements to metaphorize the veins, although some of the words and sentences are not very clear, but it seems to be the path of the true qi circulation, the use of the method.

Turning the next page, it is the science of the growth and decline of yin and yang, which contains: the anode is yin, the cathode is yang, and yin and yang are mutually ebb. Kun left pole, to the dry yang long, yin elimination, dry yang pole, Xun Qi yin long yang elimination, right to the pole, Kun Yin sheng pole. This yin and yang are mutually generated, and it is said that according to the hexagram position, you can give birth to the qi of the long wind, and this qi is born, and it will stay in the position of the eight trigrams, and then flow to the five elements and veins, and you can accumulate the power of a thousand thousands.

Qing Xuan forgot to read the seven pages of the golden book in one go, although he only understood six or seven of the words, but it was better than Liu Qingzhou personally taught the supreme heart method, plus these years of practice, the power of the meridians is far better than ordinary people, and the combination of this recipe and the Huang Ting Sutra corroborates each other, as if seeing a new world.

Huang Tingjing contained in this is the method of health practice, this long wind recipe to start the five elements, easy to learn, the same for the study of warm and healthy qi, in addition to the seventh type of long wind is extremely rare, I don't know the exactly, the other six styles combined with the five elements of the words, can be practiced.

When Qing Xuan pondered the scriptures, the true qi in his body also unconsciously followed the flow and temptation contained in the text, and at this moment it was the time of Hai, just in response to the Shaoyang Sanjiao Sutra in his hand, and a wisp of true qi in the meridians suddenly became hot, and he jumped out, not according to the previous meridian path, but according to the text, he drove straight into the long drive and went straight to the Zushaoyang gallbladder Sutra. Qing Xuan suddenly realized, and a sentence suddenly burst out in his mind: The remaining qi of the liver is vented in the gallbladder and gathers into essence, so he stopped the idea of stopping it, and still went away from this qi.

Qing Xuan remembered that in the past, his qi practice was blocked, and Liu Qingzhou once said that he could cross the blocked acupuncture points, warm up section by section, and then break through the words of the obstructed place, and then confirm the qi flow path in the body, and then gained something, and shouted that this is the case.

Qing Xuan saw that it was getting late, so he lay down on the collapse, urging the true qi to go in order, feeling that the pain in his three Jiao meridians and gall meridians had subsided, and he was very happy.

How does Qing Xuan know that under his own coincidence, his own true qi can be divided into yin and yang, and he can be hidden and manifest all the veins, and ordinary martial arts practitioners will practice a mental method to the fullest, and it will be protracted, how can the universe be harmonious, and yin and yang can be blended. Kunlun sword double unique, sword yang sword yin, Zhenlong Jin to Yang, ice Qingjin to Yin, need to practice two mental methods at the same time, so that less yin to make up for the sun, less yang temperature Taiyin, after the circulation of yin and yang, can practice this long wind trick, otherwise the anode has no yin assistance, the yin pole has no yang warmth, it is easy to go mad, is to for many years, except for the master, no one has learned this skill.

After seven days like this, Qing Xuan pondered while healing his wounds, perfected his true qi, and then according to the qi contained in the Changfeng Jue, he found that the two helped each other, and he was already able to walk freely, his body was light, and his injuries were very good, so he invited Zhang Yanran, returned the golden book, and told him all what he had realized.

Zhang Yanran was also shocked when she heard this, and then said: "Little brother, I have practiced Bingqing Jin since I was a child, and I practiced swordsmanship diligently, which is more than feminine and soft, and not enough dry yang. ”

Qing Xuan said solemnly: "Senior sister, this skill needs yin and yang to be mutual, relying on each other, I use my own true qi as a medium, I feel that the corresponding internal force is needed to build the foundation, the text is broad and profound, I don't know much, just a glimpse of one or two, so the similarity between the gong and my master's teaching, is just my personal opinion, I have not practiced your sect Zhenlong Jin and Bing Qingjin, can not figure out the subtlety, but also hope that the senior sister will study more, he will be able to achieve success one day." ”

"Little brother Tianzong genius, your remarks just now are quite similar to what my father said in the past, but I was ignorant in the past and didn't understand it very much. ”

Qing Xuan said with a smile: "This long wind recipe is not only like a medical classic, but also like a martial arts, extremely profound, the ancestor of your sect should know that he is a genius, and when I am injured, I can guard the pass for you and help you guide your qi and pulse." ”

"Thank you, little brother. ”

Han Qingluo has nothing to do these days, Qingxuan has his own Kunlun people to take care of, he walked all over the courtyard before and after the three entrances, and he was interested, and in recent days, he didn't even bother to get out of the door, so he practiced his own mental method, after Chang'an, the physical strength and true qi were scattered in the veins, and it was difficult to digest for a while, so he used it for his own use, and he also secretly tried many times, but every time he introduced the true qi into the dantian, he was full of obstacles, and he couldn't fully integrate with his own exercises, and he didn't bother to ask others, so he simply let it go. Qingluo's favorite is still his father Han Muzhi's method of using poison, especially that night, when he saw the power of Tang Aobi's sarong outside the hospital, he was even more yearning, and when he had nothing to do, he looked for some highly poisonous flowers and plants, poisonous snakes and insects on the mountain, refining poison, and was full of interest.

Zhang Yanran has a lot of demeanor, after returning from Qingxuan's residence, he summoned the five elder brothers to the main hall, informed the first scripture of Changfeng Jue, and clarified the principle of yin and yang mutuality described by Qingxuan.

"Senior brothers, Hu Lu Shaoxia is my benefactor, not only is he kind to his father and Kunlun, but also abandons the views of the sect, and teaches what he has learned, and now the little sister only passes on the first style, which is according to what the Duke of Engong said, we need to learn yin and yang together, step by step, from today on, our six brothers and sisters practice at the same time, help each other, wait for the first style to be practiced, and then learn the second style, do you have any objections?"

A few people will understand, this skill is profound, if the foundation is not strong, greedy for merit, easy to go crazy, understand Yanran's painstaking work, is to be grateful, no opinion.

In the Kunlun faction, the practice of martial arts, the healing of wounds, and the practice of poison, after more than 20 days of peace, Qingxuan's injury was already very good, and he was free, so he studied the obscure words of Changfeng Jue with Yanran, although he gained little, but they dismantled each other, and occasionally corroborated. Qing Xuan found that the Changfeng Recipe is very beneficial to the body, and its healing effect is far better than that of True Qi cultivation, although it is impossible to decipher the meaning of this "Wuji", but he does not care at all, since the name Wuji has its own unfathomable place, and does not want to force it at all.

The warm breeze smokes the tourists drunk, and outside the tea shed by the canal in Zhuojun, one person is ushered in and one ride.

Xiao Er had already greeted him and smiled: "Childe, you need some refreshments." ”

"A pot of herbal tea, a casual side dish, a bowl of noodles," immediately the man jumped off his horse and dusted off his body.

The child sang, "Wait a minute," and went to the inner room to open up. The tea shed is not big, set up in the shade of a tree by the river, with five beech square tables, only one table is sitting at the moment, a pot of tea is newly brewed on the table, a small plate of soft cakes, and the person at the table is wearing a hat and drinking leisurely.

The person who came was naturally Shen Weiren, who had been on the road for more than 20 days, non-stop, and had just arrived in Zhuo County, at the end of May, the sun was high, and it was already a little hot.

"This boy, the tea in this small shop is coarse, and I am interested in tasting it in front of the new Mingqian Longjing," the man with the hat smiled.

"It's not an honor to be invited, so the kid is welcome," Shen Weiren smiled slightly, then moved to a table and sat down, took the tea handed by the man, took a sip, and praised: "Sure enough, it is a good tea, the entrance is clear, first bitter and then sweet, the aftertaste is endless, it is really the best quality." ”

"Childe is still used to drinking?"

"Tea is a superb tea, but the kid is rough and can't taste the original taste of Longjing, which makes you smile, the favorite in your life, only Lao Junmei," Shen Weiren said lightly.

"Where is the old gentleman's eyebrows. ”

"Xiaoxiang's hometown, above the Dongting. ”

"How do you concoct it?"

"First out of the silverquill, natural fermentation, and then get Jun Mei, the taste is bitter and astringent, like the world," Shen Weiren replied casually.

The man with the hat listened, lowered his voice, and said softly: "Sure enough, it's the son, the little one has never seen his respect, so he doesn't dare to recognize each other rashly, I've been waiting for you for a long time." ”

The shopkeeper will serve the food, Shen Weiren will not speak, so he will take out the wooden chopstick, take care of himself and eat by himself, the man with the hat will no longer speak, only drink tea, and when Shen Weiren runs out, he will get the money, get on the horse and leave.

Shen Weiren put the broken silver on the table, then turned over and got on his horse, followed along the official road.

Zhuojun is the starting point of the canal, the wharf is very lively, there are both the official ships with luxurious decoration and the big ships of the wealthy, there are also the boats of ordinary people, many strong men make a living in this wharf, do some manual and rough work of loading and unloading, here has always been the jurisdiction of the Cao Bang Jingshi rudder.

The canal runs through the north and south, connecting the river and the sea, and the thousands of sails on the river shoot vigorously, which is very lively. Shen Weiren tied the horse to the dock, went on the deck, and walked on a big ship, someone had already opened the hatch, and without asking too much, Shen Weiren was welcomed in, then closed the hatch and waited outside.

Shen Weiren entered the cabin, then walked straight to the desk and sat down, the two people in the cabin stood aside, and the man in the tea shed had already picked up the hat, his hands were hanging down, and his eyes were not squinting.

"Is there any news?" asked Shen Weiren with a light tap on his fingers.

The man with the hat replied: "Go back to Gongzi, I found out some news, but I still don't know, forgive me for being incompetent." ”

Shen Weiren frowned slightly, and hummed softly: "It's a big matter, let's talk about it carefully." ”

"Yes, Childe," the man with the hat said in fear: "According to recent inquiries, the helmsman of the Cao Gang is now temporarily acting as the head of the right protector Wei Changchang, except for the helmsman of the Runzhou rudder who was buried in Dongting earlier, Wu Donglin and other helmsmen have not returned since they followed Wang Linghui to the north, and the rudders are all in vain, and the dragons have no leader. ”

"How is Wei Wenchang and his person?"

"Wei Wenchang is the right protector of the Cao Gang, with deep qualifications, and assists Hong Tianbo in handling the help at the helm all the year round, and rarely shows up in the rivers and lakes, and is unknown in martial arts, but it should not be inferior to the left protector Wu Donglin, according to reports, since Hong Tianbo disappeared, this protector and the court are suspected of secretly communicating with each other, and all the rudders along the line have officials secretly helping to suppress dissidents. ”

"The Cao Gang lives on the rivers, there are 100,000 people, countless goods, from south to north, all over the world, it is a force to be reckoned with, it has always been the south of the Yangtze River to pay taxes to the north, most of them take the waterway, it is to hold the Jianghuai, control the Cao Yun, you can control most of the Central Plains Dynasty's finances and taxes, Li Cunyi wants to support Wei Wenchang to take charge of the Cao Gang, help him unify the north and south, and transport money and grain, it is not unusual," Shen Weiren held the case and said slowly.

"Yes, now this Zhuojun wharf is full of boats that collected money and grain last year, and the escort officers of the state capitals are arriving one after another. ”

"Well, the matter of the Cao Gang, you can't slack off, you have to think about it in the long run, this Wei Wenchang wants to subdue the mixed rudders, it is not a day's work, even if he has the ability to help the leader, but he does not have the authority of the helper, he is less kind to the helpers, and it will take some time to be the helper. By the way, do you have any news from Wudonglin?" asked Shen Weiren.

"Yes, in the past, Wang Linghui did not mention that he went north and entered the Central Plains through the Dagu Pass, and the prince must have known about these things. It was in this Zhuo County that tens of thousands of northern troops led by Pan Shuang, and then Pan Shuang landed in Hangzhou, led the army all the way to appease the south, and the garrison changed defenses, and then stationed in Jinling. And Wang Linghui changed the route, and led the army directly into the Chu realm, the Cao Gang should now be in the Chu realm army, but life and death are not known, Wang Linghui led the elite combat power of the Longxiang and Tiger Ben battalions, the masters gathered, the garrison is strict, they are very familiar with each other, and they can't be mixed in with each other, and my brothers in Chu only know from the mouth of the guy, a camp in the army is strictly guarded elsewhere, and the meals are sent in by the military guards, and those who want to come to be imprisoned must be Wu Donglin and others. ”

"What else?" Shen Weiren continued to ask.

"Childe, as for Hong Tianbo and Chu Tiannan, we haven't found a trace, these elite horses seem to have disappeared out of thin air, and we can't find any clues," the man replied in a low voice.

"This is strange, tens of thousands of troops are hidden on the Beibi Mountain, and they have not left the slightest trace, it is really incredible," Shen Weiren was also quite puzzled, so he simply stopped being entangled, and then thought of something, and asked: "Where is Li Shouyi now." ”

"Yangzhou, Daming Temple. ”

"Is there anything suspicious?"

"Childe, they seem to be doing it arbitrarily, and they don't see any difference, they just place orders to spend the night, meditate and participate in Zen. It is reported that the person who tracked him often noticed that he had been exposed within 100 steps, but the other party never made a difficulty, which was surprising, and the old monk beside Li Shouyi seemed to be not simple, and he was by no means an ordinary monk. ”

"Is it a loving monk?" asked Shen Weiren.

"Yes, I have sent people to Shaolin to investigate for a long time, no one knows it, and there is no word in the archives of the temple to record this person's life, but this love monk rescued Li Shouyi in the north, that is, Li Cunyi and Xu Mengyang joined forces, I am afraid that they are invincible, such a person, is lonely and nameless on the rivers and lakes, and it is incomprehensible. ”

"Love, love," Shen Weiren said silently several times, falling into deep thought.

"Childe, as far as I know, your sworn brother's master is kind to Hong Tianbo, and he is also familiar with the Cao Gang, I wonder if when Gongzi was in Chang'an, did he reveal some information about Hong Tianbo?"

"My little brother was seriously injured in Chang'an, and he was also pranayama day and night on the way to Kunlun Sect. You reminded me in a word, and immediately sent someone to fly the pigeon to pass the book, and went to Kunlun to send a message to my little brother Qingxuan, so that he could go to Wudang to find me after he recovered from his injury. ”

"Yes, Childe, how will this be arranged?"

"Take the cargo and the ship, go straight to Junshan," Shen Weiren said.

"Childe, is that thing eyebrow-eyebrow, do you need to do something small?"

"No need, I already have eyebrows, you don't need to bother anymore, tell the clansmen, all go to Dongting, and the craftsman will arrange to go to the hinterland of Junshan. By the way, there are still two things that you need to do, one is that you can deal with those who have seen me on the boat except for my people, and second, arrange a speedboat to send me back to Wudang immediately. ”

"Small savings," the man nodded with a grim expression.

Raindrops knock on the stone stack, the wind blows the jade flute and rings in Songguan, this is the place of Gao Zhen's enlightenment, so leave traces in the world. What a Wudang Mountain.

Shen Weiren was at the foot of the mountain, looked up at Wudang Mountain, a place where he had lived for twenty years, shook his head, and walked towards the mountain.

When I reached the middle of the mountain, I saw an endless stream of people carrying spring water, "The second senior brother is back." ”

Shen Weiren smiled and said, "Hello, Senior Brother Qingfeng, is everything okay in the door?"

"Very good, but the head is not here, the uncles led us to the morning class, but they are much stricter than the master, and I took two precepts early this morning. ”

Shen Weiren smiled: "Is Senior Brother back?"

"I'll be back early. ”

Shen Weiren took Qingfeng's burden with his hand, nodded his head, Qingfeng was happy, and let the second senior brother help carry the water, talking and laughing all the way, and went straight to Zixiao Palace.

When he arrived at Zixiao Palace, Qingfeng didn't dare to be lazy anymore, so he stuck out his tongue, took the bucket, and went, Shen Weiren clapped his hands, and entered the main hall.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Zhao Zhenyu opened his eyes and said lightly: "Second junior brother, you still know to come back." ”

Shen Weiren smiled but said nothing, his hands knotted the Tai Chi Yin and Yang seal, and he saluted: "Disciple Weiren has seen two senior uncles and senior brothers. ”

"Well, it's good that Weiren is back," one of the old Taoists replied lightly, closing his eyes.

Shen Weiren had long been accustomed to it, and still saluted: "Uncle Shi has seen it, the master has been feathered in Chang'an, and the disciple has just returned from Kunlun this time, and he found out that Li Cunyi has made trouble with the various factions, so he immediately returned to the mountain to make plans. ”

"What?" Chun Yuan and Chun Ming were startled, and opened their eyes, obviously unwilling to believe it.

"It's true, the disciple witnessed with his own eyes that the master and the heads of the various factions had been rescued, but Li Cunyi found out and set up an ambush in the west city of Chang'an, and the master and his predecessors were deeply poisoned and exhausted;

"Got it, you can go by yourself," several people waved their hands lightly, and when Shen Weiren saw this, he clasped his hands and saluted again, and withdrew.

After returning to his residence, Shen Weiren lay on the bed, closed his eyes and recuperated, and carefully recalled in his mind what Zhuo Jun had heard, who was this monk who was in love? Where did this Hong Jianping and Chu Tiannan go to the bottom? After thinking all the way on the boat, they couldn't figure out the clue, and they felt that there was still an imperceptible force casting a big net in the dark. Thinking of what I saw and heard along the way with Qingxuan, I felt that the situation was treacherous, which made people have a headache. I couldn't figure it out, so I had to give up for the time being.

In the main hall of Zixiao Palace, Chunyuan said softly: "Zhenyu, you went to Saibei with Weiren, is there anything suspicious about what he said?"

"Uncle Shi, the second junior brother met the Tibetan sword disciple on the way, and he had a very good relationship, and insisted on going to Chang'an with him, as for him saying that he rescued the master, the disciple still has doubts, and the second junior brother is unbearable, you should know, even if the Tibetan sword disciple's martial arts are slightly better than him, how can he have such ability, rescue the master, and still retreat under the siege of Li Cunyi? Since he witnessed the feathering of his master, he should immediately return to Wudang to report the news, why did he go to Kunlun first, and only came back after more than two months, this is the second thing?"

After hearing this, Chunming said: "What Zhenyu said has some truth, but Weiren has always been honest, why should he be alarmist? He said that Kunlun was attacked by others, and he was worried that his own sect would be in danger, and it was reasonable to come back to report the news, but the senior brother in charge has never been traced, if what Weiren said is true, we should make plans as soon as possible, and we would rather believe it and take precautions." ”

Chunyuan nodded, feeling the same way, so he instructed Zhao Zhenyu to send capable disciples to send letters to the lay disciples under the mountain, so that they could secretly send letters to the army, and even send people to make daily inspections.

After more than ten days like this, the wind and waves were calm, the letter that should be sent was also delivered, everything was as usual on the mountain, and the two Wudang elders were also relieved, so they discussed the successors of Wudang. If it was based on qualifications and martial arts, it should have been succeeded by Chunming, but Chunming was a martial idiot, indifferent to fame and fortune, not good at socializing, and tried to persuade him many times. Chunming felt that none of the disciples were up to this great task, although Zhao Zhenyu was the first apprentice, he still needed to be sharpened, so he suggested that Chunyuan should temporarily take this position and cultivate his disciples well.

Qingxuan received a letter from Shen Weiren, so he said goodbye to the Kunlun people, and went down the mountain with Han Qingluo.

"Okay, don't look back, your beautiful senior sister has already gone away," Han Qingluo quipped.

"Who said that I watched her coming, I looked at you, Miss Han, I didn't understand for a while, you and I are not relatives, why did you accompany me all the way and sleep in the open?" Qing Xuan asked with a smile.

"Do you think I want to, it's not because of my master, his old man was deceived by others, he complained about various factions in vain, and there were countless deaths and injuries in the tired door, and he has always felt guilty about respecting his master, isn't this not only taking in Sister Ling, but also asking me to help you?"

Qingxuan Nunu mouth, he is no longer a yellow-mouthed child, although this reason is far-fetched, but seeing that Qingluo's expression does not seem to be fake, he secretly thinks that this little girl is afraid that he also knows a little bit about it, so he no longer asks, and only chats about some gossip.

The two were silent for a long time, buried their heads in the road, Qingluo couldn't bear the girl's heart, walked for a long time, then couldn't bear the loneliness, approached Qingxuan and asked: "Alas, stinky boy, why do you say that Tangmen uses poison so well? What kind of poison is used in the bottom of the blue sarong? I saw that night that the people in ambush outside the wall were poisoned and died, and it was extremely powerful." ”

"Why am I asking about this? I don't know how to poison me," Qing Xuan replied nonchalantly, "Also, don't I have a name? Don't always call me stinky boy, stinky boy." ”

"Yo, since you care so much, let's divide Wan'er, I'm older than you, from now on, I will call you Brother Qingxuan, you can call me sister," Qingluo smiled.

"Are you that big?" Qingxuan muttered.

Han Qingluo laughed, set up his sister's shelf all the way, and when it was dark, he refused to hurry, there was a store to live in, and if there was no store, he found a shelter and stayed in the wild.

After all, a lonely man and a widow, Qingxuan is quite interesting, and when he stays in the wild, he deliberately separates himself from each other, builds two bonfires, and rests separately. After more than a month of cultivation in the Kunlun faction, Qingxuan's injuries have healed, and now he has a glimpse of the Changfeng Jue Qi Gate Path, practicing with his own Huang Ting Sutra, and getting twice the result with half the effort, but he has always been a little entangled in his heart, although he has already given the master, but whether Shen Weiren should be informed of the whole Huang Ting Sutra has not been decided.

Qingluo is not so diligent, it is already hard to travel during the day, and he falls asleep when he uses dry food, and occasionally his physical strength is really chaotic, and he doesn't care.

The two of them stopped and stopped, and after more than 20 days, they crossed the Huai River, Qingxuan's heart was about the eldest brother, and he was extremely anxious, seeing that Qingluo didn't care at all, he proposed to go straight to Yangzhou through the Huai River and take a boat in Yangzhou, so that he could not only avoid the labor of Qingluo's boats and cars, but also rush day and night. Qingluo smiled lightly, noncommittal, so he rode his horse and galloped to Yangzhou.

Entering Yangzhou City, Qing Xuan touched the Jianghai Tieling in his arms, thinking that he had arrived here, why not go to the Cao Gang Helm and bring the tokens and messages of the old gang leader Hong, but he had a heart, so he went straight to the shore of Slender West Lake.

When he arrived at the helmsman of the Cao Gang, Qing Xuan saw that the door was open, so he revealed his identity to the gatehouse, and the disciples on duty entered for a while, and then turned around and invited the two to enter.

When he arrived at the main hall, Qing Xuan looked up and saw the large plaque of "Jinghai Pingbo", only to see Wei Wenchang sitting in the main hall, the left and right sides were full of people, Qing Xuan looked left and right, and he didn't know anyone.

"Uncle Wei, it's been a long time," Qing Xuan bowed.

"Where did the little immortal come from?" Wei Wenchang smiled slightly, and didn't get up.

"Uncle Wei, I came from the north and passed through Yangzhou, I wonder if someone will come to deliver the letter in the near future?"

"Yes, a few days ago, I received a message from the new head of the Kunlun faction, Yu Lingzi, so I summoned the elite disciples in the gang to come to discuss. ”

Qing Xuan saw that he was all together, and thought that he didn't know that there was Li Cunyi here, so he didn't want to say Hong Tianbo's last life in front of people, so he took a deep look at Wei Wenchang and saluted: "Uncle Wei, since you have help, the kid is an outsider, so it's inconvenient to bother, so I'll wait outside, and when you're free, I'll talk to you." ”

Wei Wenchang saw that Qing Xuan glanced at him, so he nodded and said: "This is so that you neglect the immortal chief, then please take a rest, and the old man will wash the dust for you later," After saying that, he beckoned to the disciple, "Come, please go to the wing room to rest and prepare some wine and food." ”

Qingxuan and Qingluo withdrew from the main hall and went to the wing room with the person who led the door.

After the two of them went out, Wei Wenchang didn't have the intention to talk about help, so he dismissed everyone, went to the study, greeted his henchmen, and whispered: "Where did this crazy little path go north since the last time?

The disciple replied: "I went to a lot of places, all the way to Saibei, and then returned to Chang'an, it is said that I injured the saint, and then I don't know where to go, how can this son come to my help, will it be related to Hong Tianbo?"

Wei Wenchang exclaimed: "Didn't Hong Tianbo die in Chang'an West City?"

"Yes, it is said that in the first battle of Xishi, Hong Tianbo and several other factions were all killed on the spot, this crazy trail is with them, I don't know how to get out?

"You elm head, come and go, the fastest will be more than a month, this little Taoist can escape from the saint, presumably his skills are extraordinary, how can he keep so many of his scenes?" Wei Wenchang said impatiently.

The confidant disciple was silent for a moment, and said with a cruel gaze: "Mingli can't keep it, then use some means, and the young children who are not more than ten years old on the left and right, if this happens, escorting them to Chang'an must be a great achievement, and the position of this gang leader belongs to you." ”

Wei Wenchang lingered in the study for a long time, before he relented, nodded, and whispered: "In this case, arrange a table in the hall, invite him to come, wash the dust for him, and probe his tone by the way. When the confidant disciple heard this, he turned around and went out to make arrangements.

Qing Xuan and the others tidied up a little, changed their clothes, and then were invited to go to the hall, and a woman was not very familiar with the Cao Gang, so she insisted on not wanting to show her face, and ate in the room, freshened up, and fell asleep.

Qing Xuan was helpless, and he couldn't be reluctant, so he went with the people. As soon as he arrived in the hall, he saw that in addition to Wei Wenchang, there were three other people on the table to accompany him, so he sat down on Wei Wenchang's left hand side.

Wei Wenchang smiled and shook Qing Xuan's hand, beckoned people to serve wine, and then said: "The Cao Gang has a fate with the Immortal Master and Apprentice, and it is really a blessing for the Cao Gang to be able to reunite in this gang today.

"Don't hide it from Uncle Wei, the kid has said goodbye in a hurry since the last time, has gone through all kinds of difficulties, and has never found a family teacher all the way to Saibei, this crazy old way is really worrying," Qingxuan knew that the master had kidnapped the princess, and now he was hiding beside Sister Qingluan, and the matter was big, but he didn't dare to expose Liu Qingzhou's whereabouts at will, so he pretended to ridicule and said that he didn't know.

"Liu Gongzi's martial arts are superb, presumably auspicious, come, uncle toasts you a cup, and the right should wash the dust for you. ”

Qing Xuan couldn't help it, so he touched his glass, signaled to the other three, and toasted a glass of Chinese wine.

Wei Wenchang saw Qing Xuan coming alone, his brows furrowed slightly, and he glanced at his henchman disciple by the door, and the man signaled, and quietly went out.

"Immortal Chief, I don't know where I want to go through Yangzhou this time?"

When Qing Xuan heard this, he looked at the other three people in the banquet, and stopped talking.

Wei Wenchang said: "It's okay, I'll introduce you, these three are the three new helmsmen in my gang, Zhao Helmsman of Runzhou Branch, Li Helm Master of Changzhou Branch, and Bian Helm Master of Jinling Branch. ”

In this case, the kid bluntly said that since your gang had received the message, they knew that Li Cunyi had taken action against the various factions, and they had made preparations as soon as possible. The kid was in Chang'an and saw the old gang leader Hong, but the kid was incompetent and couldn't protect his life, and the old gang leader Hong had already passed away. ”

"What?" Everyone in the banquet was shocked, Wei Wenchang also pretended to be surprised, the wine glasses fell under the table, and several people were shocked in unison: "Really?"

"Well, this matter is true, I have seen with my own eyes, several heads were ambushed in Chang'an West City, under their protection, the kid escaped with his life, this time, I also came to explain this matter, so that your gang can prepare early," Qingxuan bowed his head and said.

"Immortal chief, forgive me, the old man suddenly heard the bad news of the gang leader, and he forgot his feelings for a while, and he was rude," Wei Wenchang waved his hand, and someone had already called the wine cup, and when it was filled again, he took the lead in standing up, raised his glass and said: "Thank you Immortal Chang for going to the interrogation, now my gang finally knows the whereabouts of the gang leader, and knows who the enemy is, and the great grace is not grateful," said after that, he raised his head and did it, and the other three people also got up and drank the wine in the glass.

Qing Xuan hurriedly got up to return the salute, drank a drink, and said: "The kid is shallow, he doesn't deserve a big gift, the Cao Gang has been taking care of me, I just reported a letter, besides, the kid's life was also rescued by the old gang leader Hong and others, if you want to say thank you, it should be me Xie Cao Gang." ”

Qing Xuan asked for the wine jug and added wine to the four of them during the banquet, and when he wanted to add wine in return, Wei Wenchang refused to let Qing Xuan pour his own wine glass, grabbed the wine jug, and filled it himself.

Qing Xuan got up, thanked the four of them for their love in the past, took the lead in drinking, looked at a few people with a smile, and after a few people drank this cup, he groped in his arms and said: "Actually, I came over this time, and there is still something to be handed over to your gang, that is...... Qing Xuan said suspiciously: "What about the iron order?" Xu is Fang just washed and changed his clothes, and fell into the room, hey, he has been drinking with his clansmen in the army since he was a child, why is he drunk after a few glasses?

"I don't know what it is?" Wei Wenchang smiled.

"Actually, the old gang leader Hong once told me... Will... Jiang Hai... Lingjiao...., "A wave of tiredness struck, Qing Xuan only felt that the sky was spinning, and his tongue seemed to be knotted, so he fell headlong on the table.

"Jianghai Iron Order?" Wei Wenchang was taken aback, "Quick, go and search him, could it be that Hong Tianbo handed over this order to him?" If you can get this order and order all the gangs, my gang leader should really sit steadily, and there is no need to look up to the north to snort for everything," Wei Wenchang said excitedly and eagerly.

During the banquet, several people put Qing Xuan down on the ground, and groped up and down, where was there any iron order.

"It must be in his room," said the helmsman.

The four of them couldn't take care of Qingxuan, so they hurried to the side room.

Qingluo was lying on the bed, already drowsy, but suddenly smelled a warm fragrance, and suddenly a spirit jumped up from the bed, he practiced poison and tested drugs all year round, and he was very familiar with these smoke and poison powder.

How can these ordinary poisonous smoke help themselves, shook their heads contemptuously, and thought about it badly, Qingxuan's stinky boy went to eat and drink, and since someone came to plot against him, that kid must have caught the way, so he wrapped himself in a bundle, raised his hand and shot a quenching needle out of the door, and a person outside the door snorted lightly, and fell down. Qingluo hurriedly jumped into the Qingxuan room, carried his Qiulu sword and package on his back, and rushed out of the room towards the hall.

Fang came out of the courtyard door of the wing, and saw a few people rushing towards this side like lightning in the distance, so he hid behind the rockery, and waited for them to walk, then hurried to the hall, only to see Qing Xuan lying in the hall, muttering to himself, hot, I don't know, I scolded secretly, and dragged him up, carried him on his back, and ran out.

I don't know where Qingluo got the strength, he ran all the way with Qingxuan on his back, and he was able to get to the gate of the Cao Gang, and the porter saw that the two of them were in a hurry to go out, and before he could ask, he saw Qingluo throw Qingxuan on the horse, fly on the horse himself, and run away after hitting the horse.

Wei Wenchang saw his henchman disciple fall outside the wing room, so he rushed back to the hall to see where there were still people, so he chased out of the door, saw the two of them go away from a distance, scolded the disciple of the concierge, flew on the horse, and chased after him.

"This dead boy, Hongmen Banquet also dares to eat, it's really a fool," he hated it, so he pinched Qing Xuan's waist a few times with his hand, and saw Qing Xuanwu lying on his horse, motionless, and felt funny, and pinched him dozens of times on his back and buttocks. The horse's hooves behind him gradually became sick, and the two of them panicked and did not argue the direction, so they rode their horses along the Slender West Lake, and when they reached the fork in the shade of the trees, they turned the horse's head and turned into an alley, urging the horse like a desperate person.

Wei Wenchang rushed to the fork in the road, looked left and right, nodded, and several people went to pursue it.

Qingluo saw a tall building from a distance, as if there was a light, so he hit his horse forward, towards the light, and when he walked in, it turned out to be a tall tower, and saw that Qingxuan was still not awake, and he was bumpy all the way on the horse, lying on the horse, and vomiting a mess.

Qingluo had to jump off the horse, put Qingxuan on his back, kicked the horse's buttocks, drove the horse away, climbed the steps by himself, and took a closer look, only to see the gatehouse towering, it turned out to be "Daming Temple." ”

At this time, the temple gate was closed early, so I had to go around to the back of the temple, find a low wall, hold Qingxuan up first, climb over the wall and enter, and then take Qingxuan, and go towards a grass house on my back.

Tonight, the moon and stars are scarce, the night of the June day, the sound of frogs and insects is endless, looking around lightly, it turned out to be a vegetable garden, presumably this is the daily planting of the monks of Daming Temple, at this time quietly, no one around, the monks should have rested, only a little spark in the grass house.

"Who is visiting outside the door," Qing Luofang arrived outside the door, and an old voice came.

Qingluo was startled, and secretly thought that this old monk had good ears, and he was still found by tiptoeing like this, so he simply replied outside the door: "Great monk, the little girl and a friend have no intention of offending and disturbing Qing Xiu, so they will leave," and turned around to leave.

"Since you're here, it's fate, so it's okay, please come in and sit down," a voice came from the door.

If he disturbed the monks of the temple, he was afraid that he would expose his hiding, so he gritted his teeth and pushed the door in.

Entering the door to see, only to see the thatched hut is simple and abnormal, only a bamboo collapse, a bamboo case, a bean spark on the case, and then no other decoration, an old monk sitting on the bamboo collapse, a young monk sitting next to the bamboo case, the two do not speak, do not avoid mosquitoes, especially the young monk, the face of the mosquito bite, do not go to drive away.

"Put the kid behind you down," came the old voice.

Only then did Qingluo take off his guard, gasp for breath, and put Qing Xuan down, the hut was very small, so he had to put it on the ground. Ignoring the two monks, he took out a pill from his arms, opened Qing Xuan's mouth, fed the medicine into it, and then stretched out his leg and kicked Qing Xuan several times, shouting softly: "Are you dead?" ”

The old monk opened his eyes, looked at the two of them, and said lightly: "This young man's internal strength is exquisite, he is not poisoned, but he has been poisoned by drugs such as holding his breath and softening his muscles, and it is no big problem, and he will wake up naturally in a few hours, so he doesn't have to be anxious." ”

"How can you not be anxious, there are still people chasing after you," said Qing Xuan's mouth and fed medicine again.

"The female donor doesn't have to worry, your pill can't cure his poison, you push the palace for him to invigorate the blood, maybe it's useful," the old monk Shi Ran said.

After a toss between the two, the young monk also opened his eyes, stood up, picked out the wick, and made the light brighter, and then walked to Qingxuan's side and took a look, and saluted the old monk and said, "Master, I know this son." ”

"How do you know, what if you don't know, Yuan'er, your heart is not at peace, you have not obtained a pure heart, this matter of the rivers and lakes, you don't have to be persistent, he has his creation, you have your mission, if there are ripples in your heart, you will waste many days of practice. However, since this place cannot make you pure, we will leave this place after tonight. ”

The young man who called Monk Zuoyuan regained his composure, and said with a salute: "Obey the teacher's orders." ”

Qing Luo Yiyan, mentioning the true qi, slowly pushed the palace for Qing Xuan to invigorate the blood, after an hour, tired and sweaty, I saw Qing Xuan cough a few times, spit out the dirt in his mouth, and breathed a sigh of relief, and then opened his eyes in a daze.

Qing Xuan saw that the surroundings were dim, and said with difficulty: "Aren't you eating wine in the hall? Where is this? Ouch, why is it so painful all over my body, who beat me?"

"Bah, do you still know how to wake up?" Qingluo snorted softly, "You are greedy for a cup, and you are on someone's way, right?"

Qing Xuan slowed down slightly, and then figured out the joints here, and asked, "Miss Han, are you okay?"

"I'm tired enough, I'm afraid this room is not peaceful, you wake up, take a look for yourself, but there is a big problem, if there is no hindrance, let's leave here quickly, I'm afraid they will find this room, and the two masters will be affected in vain." ”

Only then did Qing Xuan notice the two meditating monks, and when he saw that Qingluo nodded to him, he got up, folded his hands and said, "Thank you two masters." ”

"The young man is polite, it is this female benefactor who rescues her, and she has nothing to do with the old man, so she doesn't need to thank her. ”

Qing Xuan still performed the eleventh ceremony, then sat cross-legged on the ground, secretly transported the Huang Tingjing, inspected his body, and saw that his physical strength was not bad, combined with the long wind trick and the meal effort, he forced the residual poison in his body to clean, glanced at Qingluo, stood up, and prepared to leave.

The old monk looked at Qing Xuanxingqi carefully, his brows furrowed slightly, and he was slightly surprised, then he regained his composure and closed his eyes.

Qingluo also saluted eleven times, seeing that the old monk closed his eyes and did not speak, he did not disturb, and Qingxuan turned around lightly, and was about to go out.

Qing Xuan walked to the side of the case, glanced at the young monk, was shocked, hurriedly approached, picked up the oil lamp on the case, carefully looked at the young monk's face, and said in surprise: "His Royal Highness the Prince?"

"The poor monk Fa Yuan, now he is the little novice next to the master, not His Royal Highness the Prince?"

"His Royal Highness the Prince, I am Hulu Qingxuan, Hulu Qingxuan, you and I have met in the Suyuhe, when my master drove away the people from the stargazing platform, have you forgotten?

Qing Xuan knew that Monk Yuan was clearly Li Shouyi, otherwise, there would be no such similar person in this world.

Hearing what Qing Xuan said, the young monk could no longer be idle, opened his eyes and said, "Beiwang nephew, who is Beiwang?"

"It's you and my sister's child, my sister's name is Li Beiwang, and now she is in Chang'an, although my sister doesn't say it, she must be very worried about you, His Royal Highness the Prince, why are you here?"

The young monk sighed, looked at the old monk, and after a long time, said calmly: "I am no longer the prince, and now I follow the master to practice, just to pray for the blessings of the common people in the world and reduce the sins, you just have never seen me." The matter of Lingzun is that I can't stand the people of the Ele tribe, and I will chant the scriptures every day for the rest of my life to exceed them. ”

"Do you know that Li Cunyi is now..."Qing Xuan said urgently.

"Amitabha," the old monk interrupted Qing Xuan, came down from the collapse, walked to Qing Xuan's side, and said calmly: "Young man, everyone has their own ambitions, Li Shouyi has long since passed away, and now this one in front of you is the Yuan monk, he has traveled in the red dust, and now he puts it down, he will no longer care about the world, he will go by himself, don't disturb his cultivation." ”

Qing Xuan looked at Li Shouyi's desolate appearance, and said angrily: "Abandoning his wife and children, abandoning the people, what kind of practice are you cultivating? What is the use of cultivation? I have sprinkled 100,000 iron-clad blood on Beigu, my father and brother have died because of your Li family, you don't think about revenge, you give up on yourself, what kind of enlightenment can you do? What can enlightenment do? Now that Li Cunyi has usurped the throne and stood on his own, cut off dissidents, and the rivers and lakes are full of bloody storms and rains, you don't care so much, escape from the world, where can you hide?"

"You are not him, I don't know his suffering, people have their own creations, there is no need to force them, Hu Lu Shaoxia, you go by yourself, the rivers and lakes are far away, each cherishes it," the old monk said.

"Let's go," said the light roller pulling Qingxuan.

Qing Xuan glanced at Li Shouyi hatefully, "My sister is in Xinyue in Chang'an Building, under the pseudonym Qingxue, if you still have a little conscience, you will go and make it clear, go and look at Beiwang, from now on, I don't want to see you again, coward," said he slammed the door and left.

"Amitabha," the old monk sang helplessly.

Qing Xuan came out of the thatched hut, his heart was uneasy, he never thought that his so-called "brother-in-law" had become a monk, not because he was annoyed by his escape, but because he felt sorry for his sister, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and he ran for miles.

The sky was getting brighter, Qing Xuan was panting, leaning under a tree, sweating, and the breeze was blowing, only then did he sober up, and turned his head to look, what about Qingluo?

I saw a woman running wildly in the distance, and she could catch up with her, panting like an ox, drenched in sweat, and said angrily as she ran: "Are you going to die? Do you still have... Do you have a conscience?"

Qing Xuan saw that Qingluo was carrying Qiu Lu, carrying two packages, out of breath, and her face was flushed, as if she had been fished out of the water, and then she remembered that she had supported herself all the way last night and escaped from the Cao Gang, and she was suddenly very sorry in her heart, and she hurriedly took the saber package and apologized again and again.

"Let's go quickly, the Cao Gang didn't find us last night, it's hard to guarantee that we won't search the whole city during the day, this Yangzhou is their territory, let's get out of the city quickly and find a way to Wudang," Qingluo reminded.

Qing Xuan nodded, helped Qingluo, and the two of them didn't care about grooming, and when the city gate opened, they scattered their hair, dirty their faces with sludge, and went out of the city in a down-and-out manner.

After Qingxuan left the city, he rented a driving horse, ordered it to be sent to a nearby wharf, made some money, mixed it with the southbound cargo ship, and rested in the warehouse.

The Cao Gang searched the whole city, and when they heard the report from the wharf and the two down-and-out young men went by boat, Qing Xuan and the others had been away for a long time, and Wei Wenchang was so hated that Wei Wenchang hurriedly sent someone to spread the news along the line, and he must intercept the two on the river.

Since Qingxuan left, Li Shouyi did not say a word, his expression was painful, and he was helpless, so he resigned from the abbot, and the master and apprentice left Daming Temple, traveled all the way, and did not know where to go.

On the night after getting on the ship, Qingluo had a high fever and did not go away, in this Futian was cold and cold, although Qingxuan had read the medical classics, but had never tried the medicine stone, seeing that Qingluo was getting worse and worse, he was extremely anxious, although there were one hundred and ten shipwrights on this cargo ship, but there was no Langzhong, and there was no medicine stone.

Tian Xing Qingluo has studied poison since he was a child, and he only said that the breath in his body is disordered, and he should be too much at night, and he catches a cold after losing his strength, so it should be fine.

How dare Qing Xuan believe it, the weather is hot, and there is no bedding in the warehouse, seeing Qingluo curled up, the cold war continues. Helpless, I had to help Qingluo's small body up, not avoiding the suspicion of men and women, holding it in my arms, and entering through Qingluo's patio and Jinmen two acupoints with a trace of soft true qi, and carefully examining the lesions.

Qingluo is a woman after all, the meridians are narrow and narrow, Qingxuan has to play up the spirit of twelve, first use his true qi to the long wind trick to practice qi road strength all the way to the warmth, the left hand against the Qingluo Tianjing acupoint, the right hand against the Jinmen acupoint, guide his own true qi according to the long wind qi path to circulate separately, after the true qi enters the body, walk slowly, only feel the chaos of the true qi in the body of Qingluo, it is really unbelievable, one strong and one weak compete with each other, there is no harmony at all, the heart of this little girl is really big, for so long, there is no inch of progress.

When the hands and feet are less yang, they will exert their strength again, and converge the true qi in Qingluo's body along the veins, forcibly guide, and blend with their own true qi, and then collect all the way, gradually grow stronger, until the sea of qi, so that the twelve veins are finished, Qingxuan is also sweating profusely, and he is very struggling, fortunately, Changfeng Jue relies on the five elements of the human body, with the help of the time, it is very helpful to heal the wounds, and when the breath of Qingluo's physical disorder is straightened out, I saw that the person in his arms also breathed a sigh of relief, and his whole body was drenched in sweat.

Qingluo only felt that he fell into a pool in his dream, his body was wet and greasy, uncomfortable, he barely opened his eyes, and with a "hmm" sound, he saw a familiar face, his forehead was touched by a hand, and his left leg was also held in the palm of his hand.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment, and then I heard a cry of "ah" from Qingluo: "What are you doing?"

Qing Xuan hurriedly let go of his hand and said in a panic: "It's not like this, it's not like this, don't think about it." ”

"Stinky boy, I didn't expect you to be such a lascivious ghost, a disciple," he cried.

"Miss Han, I'm healing for you, you help you open up the veins with your true qi, and you see you shivering all over, so you have no choice but to do it, it is not intentionally frivolous, I swear to the Immortal Heaven, I swear to the glory of the whole clan. ”

Qingluo cried for a while, carefully checked himself, saw that he was neatly dressed, and then inspected himself, and saw that the chaotic true qi before had been peaceful and unharmed, slightly raised his qi, and felt that the dantian was full, and the previous palm power of the falling moon had been refined, blended with himself, and his physical strength had an extra soft and smooth true qi, presumably Qingxuan's, and he believed eight points in his heart, but he still refused to rest on his face, and scolded: "You have taken me so lightly, how can I marry in the future?" You must be responsible for me, otherwise I will not die to you. ”

Qing Xuan was secretly amused in his heart, and said with a smile on his face: "Okay, it's me, I'm not good, I'm sentimental, I shouldn't bother to heal you, I should let the eldest sister have a high fever for a few more days, and it will naturally get better." ”

After hearing this, Qingluo saw that Qing Xuan was also soaked, his hands trembled faintly, knowing that he was exerting too much energy, and his anger had disappeared early, thinking that he was being held in his arms, his heart was like a rabbit bumping, he couldn't help blushing, he simply turned his head, and said softly: "Although I am better now, but I am weak, and I am not very good, this time I am hungry, you go and get some food, you want to be lighter." ”

Qing Xuan shook his head with a wry smile, went out of the warehouse, and saw a boatman on the deck salvaging a few fresh fish, so he stepped forward to discuss for a while, bought two fresh anchovies, borrowed the ship's kitchenette, took a clay pot, boiled a can of fish soup, took advantage of the gap, rinsed his body, and waited for the fish soup to thicken, and then brought it to the warehouse.

Qingluo also changed into a refreshing shirt at this time, took a bowl of soup, and drank it in three or two sips, it was really delicious. Seeing Qing Xuan staring at him, he rolled his eyes and said, "What are you staring at me?"

"Hehe," Qingxuan smirked.

Qingluo didn't care, drank a can of fish soup clean, crossed his legs, and sang a minor tune in his mouth, much more energetic.

Qing Xuan returned the clay pot, and then lay down in the warehouse, without speaking.

I saw Qingluo humming softly: "The misty rain is misty and the flowers are blooming again, the spring breeze blows on the old stone platform, and the maple leaves are dyed red Xiaoxiang water, so you know that the old people of the mountain are coming." The lover wants to conquer Mount Meru, I don't know when to return, I will embroider Du Ruo on silk, only hope that Jiang Yue will shine on Lang'an. ”

Qing Xuan listened to her sing over and over again, the lyrics and songs were graceful, and she couldn't help but hum along.

"Thank you today," Qingluo suddenly stopped humming in the dark, and whispered.

"We don't need to see each other, your illness is all caused by me, if you didn't sacrifice your life to protect you in the Cao Gang, I'm afraid that I would have been harmed by that Wei Wenchang a long time ago. ”

"You're out of the way, are you?" asked Qingluo softly.

"What can I do, by the way, your song is so good, is it a song from your hometown?"

"This is what my father taught me, and I don't know if it's a hometown song, but I heard him say it's my mother's favorite song," Qingluo sighed lightly.

"Where's your mother?"

"I haven't seen my mother," Qingluo sighed.

"Me too, my mother passed away since I can remember, and I was brought up by my sister and my father and brother," Qing Xuan also sighed, "Senior sister, you can teach me this song." ”

"Hmm. Actually, in fact, I am younger than you, and in the future, you will be like my father, call me Luo, and I will call you Brother Xuan, how about it?"

The two young people went through life and death together, and after several twists and turns, they finally let go of their defenses and told each other their hearts.

In Qingxuan's dream, in addition to the battlefield killing, the autumn wind and the fierce horse, occasionally I also dreamed of a belt of rivers, full of yellow flowers, among the flowers, there was a person waiting for the lover, singing a song, the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River.