Chapter Forty-Eight: The Battle of the Four Major Sects

Three days later, in the morning, Lu Yizhong inquired with passers-by and learned that Fengming Mountain was in the territory of Fengming Town, and there was no knowledge about Batu Caves. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info This is going to Fengming Town, try to be in a hurry, and don't want to provoke martial arts people on the road and delay time. Therefore, he and Xia Xiyun changed into the clothes of a cropper and looked rustic. After Xia Xiyun disguised themselves, it was difficult for those martial arts people who had seen them to recognize them. Externally, he and Xia Xiyun were a rural couple who went to Fengming Mountain in Fengming Town to join relatives.

Nine days passed in a row, the twelfth day of their journey from the Nether Cult. In the past twelve days, they exchanged for a few carriages, and saying that they were exchanging them was actually operating like Brother Yun. But thankfully, the 12-day trip went smoothly, and not even a single robber in the way was encountered.

Lu Yizhong drove the carriage quickly, there was a tea shed not far in front of him, he remembered very clearly, that tea shed was the same tea shed that beat Qin Sanba's son last time, turned his head and asked, "There is a tea shed in front, see if there is a storyteller, listen to what major events have happened in the rivers and lakes recently." ”

The curtain of the carport at the back was lifted, and Xia Xiyun looked forward, "Oh, it's the tea shed last time, I've been on the road for so many days, it's good to come down and rest." ”

Lu Yizhong parked the carriage on the edge of the tea shed, and after tying up the horse, he glanced around and saw that the tea shed was full of men, women and children. and Xia Xiyun sat face-to-face at a table, and he asked the shopkeeper to bring two bowls of tea, and after paying for the tea. He watched as a dozen people slowed down at a table inside, and then there was a sound of slapping on the table.

"Speaking of this, the son of Qin Sanba......"

When Lu Yizhong heard it, it was still the voice of the storyteller last time. And this time he also mentioned Qin Sanba's son, he was interested. said to Xia Xiyun: "Let's go and join in the fun."

Xia Xiyun said "um", nodded, got up and followed Lu Yizhong. Because there were so many people, I couldn't squeeze in.

Those who were originally drinking tea also crowded over, and Lu Yizhong and Xia Xiyun were sandwiched between the crowd.

I heard the storyteller say, "Don't squeeze everyone, you're all squeezing me, I can't tell you a story." I think so, you move the tables and put them side by side, so that the space is spacious."

Suddenly, I heard a man say, "Okay, let's do what Mr. said, and everyone will happily listen to Mr. tell the story." ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw this group of people move a few Eight Immortal Tables next to them side by side with the table in front of Mr. Storyteller, plus the one in front of Mr. Storyteller, a total of seven tables put together.

A group of people all sat at the table, and Lu Yizhong and Xia Xiyun sat directly opposite Mr. Storyteller. Everyone was quiet, no one was talking to each other, just like a group of students who love to learn, preparing to listen to the teacher's lecture, full of anticipation.

The storyteller scratched his head, "Hey, where did I just say?"

A man responded: "Mr. just said, Qin Sanba's son." ”

"Hey, look at my memory. The storyteller patted his forehead, "Yes, this is it." He slowly continued: "It is said that this son of Qin Sanba has done all kinds of evil within the scope of this Luoshui Village. He also robbed the merchants who passed by, and Qin Sanba was even worse. Suddenly raised his voice, "If you do too many things that have lost your conscience, sooner or later there will be retribution." If you don't report it at this time, it's just that the time has not yet come. "Slap it on the table" is really an eye, just last month, a young man beat up this son of Qin Sanba, which is really happy. ”

"I am a person from Luoshui Village, which hero is it that beat Qin Sanba's son. An old man in his forties asked.

The shopkeeper leaned over to the table and added, "It's over there in that tea shed," and raised his finger to the location of Lu Yizhong's carriage last time.

Lu Yizhong heard what Mr. Storyteller said that the hero who beat Qin Sanba's son was referring to himself. He felt relieved that he had finally agreed with him by giving so much.

"I can't hide it, I'm also from Luoshui Village, so I won't charge you for telling you a story this time" The storyteller's voice became low, "I think back then, Qin Sanba fell in love with my wife, but my wife just didn't obey, so he killed my wife with a knife." He clasped his fists and said movingly: "Thank you to that young hero for killing Qin Sanba and his son together last month." ”

The more Lu Yizhong listened, the more puzzled he became, Qin Sanba's son was killed by his own palm in the Juyi Hall. However, Qin Sanba was not killed by himself, but was killed by the mourning needle cast by Yun Ge. He wanted to defend himself, but after thinking about it, he still forgot it and saw what the storyteller had to say. After all, he wanted to know most about what had happened in the martial arts recently, and the most important of them was the remnants of the Netherworld Sect, that is, the recent movements of the mysterious woman he was looking for.

"This young hero is Lu Yizhong," the storyteller shook his head with a sigh, "It's a pity that he is the remnant of the Nether Sect."

A man in his thirties said: "Recently, it has been rumored all over the streets and alleys that Lu Yizhong is the remnant of the Netherworld Sect, and he will also use the secret weapon called the Funeral Needle. ”

Lu Yizhong smiled self-deprecatingly, and now he did have a mourning needle launcher on his body, which was the one found on Yun Ge's body.

The man in his thirties then asked, "Sir, how did Qin Sanba and his son die?"

"In the Juyi Hall, Qin Sanba's son was shocked to death by Lu Yizhong's palm. The storyteller continued: "Qin Sanba was killed by a mourning needle near Luoshui Village. ”

Lu Yizhong was a little puzzled, Qin Sanba's mourning needle was indeed true, how could the storyteller know so clearly, and asked the storyteller without hurrying: "Sir, how did you know that Qin Sanba was in the mourning needle?"

"Don't hide it from everyone, my eldest son is learning martial arts in Juyi Hall. The storyteller said: "I can go to the Juyi Hall in Baiyun City to see my son at any time, and the last time I came back, I happened to see Qin Sanba lying on the side of the road near Luoshui Village. I saw him lying on the side of the road, screaming for help, and I wanted to go up and strangle him to avenge my wife. When I looked closely, I didn't dare touch him, because he wouldn't live long anyway. ”

Lu Yizhong nodded: "I see." ”

The storyteller sighed: "Hey, it's a pity, last time in the Juyi Hall, my son was also killed by the mourning needle. Everyone helped me to evaluate the theory, Lu Yizhong helped me avenge the murder of my wife, but he killed my eldest son, should I hate him or thank him?"

Lu Yizhong knew very well in his heart that he was not a remnant of the Netherworld Sect, and Mr. Storyteller should thank him. Turning her head to look at Xia Xiyun, she saw her head bowed, her eyes drooping slightly. He turned his head to look at the storyteller, trying to continue listening to the story.

The man in his thirties shook his head: "I don't know, whether it's gratitude or hatred." ”

Lu Yizhong glanced around, only to see that everyone else shook their heads and had no answer.

"Amitabha" saw a monk walk up to the storyteller, with his hands folded, about seventy or eighty years old. "The donor's questions, the old man can help you answer. ”

The storyteller clasped his hands together and said, "Please also ask the master to guide the maze." ”

The monk returned the salute and nodded knowingly, "I just heard what the donor said, your eldest son has been killed by Lu Yizhong, but this Lu Yizhong has helped you avenge the murder of your wife." "Hands folded" is a sin and a sin, and the monks should not have been concerned about the affairs of the rivers and lakes, but since the old man met him today, I will solve the doubts for the benefactor. Amitabha, the monks are compassionate about it. ”

Mr. Storyteller: "The master might as well say it directly." ”

"The benefactor's wife was first killed by Qin Sanba, and then your eldest son went to Juyi Hall to learn martial arts to avenge his mother. That Lu Yizhong killed Qin Sanba and his son to help you avenge the murder of your wife, and then killed your eldest son. The monk said slowly: "If your eldest son didn't go to Juyitang to learn martial arts to take revenge, he wouldn't have been killed, and if there was no hatred, there would be no more killing, and let go of hatred and enjoy peace." ”

"Smack" Mr. Storyteller slapped his mouth, "Thank you master for your guidance, if it weren't for the fact that I instigated my eldest son to learn martial arts to take revenge, I wouldn't have killed him." "Turning to face everyone, I will tell you the story for the last time today, and after telling the story, I will go back to my hometown and my youngest son to cultivate that one-third of an acre of land. ”

The monk folded his hands, turned around and slowly walked away.

Mr. Storyteller cleared his throat, "A few days ago, I came back from Fengming City and heard a big incident about martial arts. It's going to happen on the fifteenth of next month, and it's about the Netherworld Sect and the Four Great Sects. ”

Lu Yizhong couldn't wait to know the answer.

"Today is exactly fifteen, and there is just one month before the big event. The storyteller said: "The Netherworld Sect actually sent a decisive battle letter to Tianhe Hall, and now Tianhe Hall has sent disciples to inform other sects. "After packing up my things, I will go back to my hometown and farm." "Carrying a bag of things, he slowly left here.

Lu Yizhong's face was solemn, as if he was thinking about something, thinking, "Although I focused on listening to Mr. Storyteller telling stories just now, I still noticed the movements around me. The position of Mr. Storyteller was just opposite him, and the monk was in sight when he was a few meters away from Mr. Storyteller, why didn't he find it at all. "No, I listened carefully to the monk's breathing just now, and it was exactly the same as a person who had never practiced martial arts, and when he left, his steps were casual and no different from ordinary people."

At this time, the other storytellers who had heard the storyteller had also left. I heard someone talking.

"Who is this old monk?"

"How do I know?"

"But what he said makes sense."

Xia Xiyun slowly stood up, turned his head to look at Lu Yizhong's thoughtful appearance, "What are you thinking?"

After Lu Yizhong heard Xia Xiyun's voice, he turned his senses and said, "Let's hurry up and get on the road." As soon as he finished speaking, he stood up and walked to the place where the carriage was parked. After he and Xia Xiyun got into the carriage, Xia Xiyun did not enter the carport, but sat behind him.

"Drive, drive" Lu Yizhong drank softly in his mouth, and the horse pulled the carriage and slowly set off towards Fengming Town.

After a while, the carriage left its position in the tea shed and gradually walked away. The wheels of the car made a "creaking-creaking" sound.

I heard Xia Xiyun say behind him: "I'll come and catch the carriage, I see that you have a lot of worries." You've been like this ever since the storyteller said to go home and farm. ”

Xia Xiyun moved his body and sat down next to Lu Yizhong.

Lu Yizhong glanced at Xia Xiyun sideways, and then continued to drive the carriage, "Yun'er, that monk ......" and stopped talking.

"What he said makes a lot of sense," Xia Xiyun responded.

"That's true, in fact, I also hope to go back to my hometown a day earlier to farm. Lu Yizhong thought back, knowing if he was dazzled or something else, and asked Xia Xiyun: "Yun'er, how did you walk to the storyteller when you saw that monk just now?" Turning his head, he saw Xia Xiyun looking confused.

After a few breaths, I heard Xia Xiyun say, "We are all directly opposite Mr. Storyteller, and my line of sight is about the same as yours." Suddenly, his tone became surprised, "No, how did the monk get to Mr. Storyteller's side, did he do light work, or did he come over?"

"Moreover, before the monk appeared, how did he know what the storyteller said before, seeing that the monk is also very old, and his hearing is very good. Lu Yizhong said, then pondered for a while, a question came to mind, and said slowly: "At that time, I listened carefully to the monk's breathing, and it was a little strange that I didn't look like a martial artist at all. Is there a kind of martial art in the world that can be returned to the basics?"

Xia Xiyun's face was munt, and he looked a little puzzled, "Back to basics?"

"That is, when martial arts practice reaches the peak, breathing and pace are the same as before practicing martial arts. Lu Yizhong said, which can be regarded as a bold conjecture.

Xia Xiyun pursed her lips a few times, "There is only one possibility"

Lu Yizhong turned his head to look at Xia Xiyun suddenly, eagerly wondering the answer, "Which is possible?"

Xia Xiyun had a serious face, "It's just that you practice until you go crazy, resulting in the loss of internal strength, just like the breath before practicing martial arts." ”

"Oh, I see," Lu Yizhong looked ahead.

Suddenly, I heard Xia Xiyun's "poof".

Lu Yizhong was a little puzzled, and hurriedly turned his head to look at Xia Xiyun, "What do you think is funny, why don't I think it's funny." ”

"Hee-hee, I'm teasing you, see you're on your mind along the way. So I just want to make you happy" Xia Xiyun flattened his lips "However, what I said is true, going mad will indeed lead to a loss of internal strength, and breathing is the same as ordinary people. I'm a good example, but I'm not going crazy. ”

Lu Yizhong thought that Xia Xiyun was thinking about himself, and his mood was really much better, and he smiled slightly, "Yun'er cares about me so much, how can I be unhappy." ”

"Seriously, I really haven't heard of the kind of martial arts you said about returning to the basics, I'm afraid even my master hasn't heard of it. Xia Xiyun said: "However, if you haven't heard of it, it doesn't mean that you don't have it." Reaching out and tugging on the reins, "I'll catch the carriage, you can rest." ”

Lu Yizhong said "um", moved his body to the carport, and after entering the carport, he sat cross-legged with his eyes slightly closed. But Ear always had insight into the situation on Xia Xiyun's side, and was worried about what situation he encountered on the road, so he immediately jumped out to protect Xia Xiyun. After all, Xia Xiyun is also a good intention, let yourself have a good rest.