Chapter 100: Paper Cranes

After turning around in the reeds for three hours, Sikong Zhan and the three of them stopped the boat and looked around, except for the endless reeds.

"I, let's go back. Hong Qi vented.

Sikong Zhan joked: "You can't help much, don't pull everyone's back." We looked for the rumored Huanshi Water Pavilion, is it still for the martial arts inside, at most out of curiosity, what is the difference in going there, what is it like. Speaking of which, returning the water pavilion has never been the fundamental purpose, we are looking for the process of returning the water pavilion, that is, looking for a kind of stimulation.

It's because I can't find it all the time, it's hard to find, it's more interesting, if you find it in a blink of an eye, there's no sense of accomplishment, don't you think so?"

Hong Qi was extremely surprised by what he said, took a sip of wine, and said: "Beggar I am a layman, I have never thought about it like you, I just want to see the famous Huanshi Water Pavilion." ”

Sikong Zhan was clear, and said: "The idea is very good, Poor Dao agrees, anyway, the martial arts classics in the Shishui Pavilion are all collected by the masters of the Murong family in the past dynasties, and the origin is not correct, who knows how many things they have done, that is, the martial arts of the face are nothing at all, if you can find the Dou Zhuan Xing to observe one or two, it is better to avenge those who died unjustly." ”

"Do you have a grudge against the Murong family, how can you talk like this, crooked. Hong Qi said in his mouth, with some recognition in his heart.

"Poor Dao used to have a grudge with the Qinglong Hall of the Sifang Gate Qingmu White Tiger Hall Chihuo, those two were not good things, Brother Dongfang was also present at the time, he stood up for the poor Dao, and also had a grudge with the Sifang Gate. ”

Dongfang Sheng on the side nodded and admitted, and Sikong Zhan continued: "There is revenge and revenge, there are grievances and complaints, the poor road and the Sifang Gate do not deal with each other, and the grudge is naturally recorded on Murong Bi, and it is worthy of his heart to go to his house and Shi Shui Pavilion to go around."

Of course, let the poor Dao go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of Shaolin Temple, no matter how thick the poor Dao is, it will be a little embarrassing, after all, Shaolin has no grievances with the Quanzhen Sect, and the martial arts in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion are also created by those great monks themselves one by one for hundreds of years. ”

"Brother Hong, crooked reasoning is also reasonable, whether it is righteous or crooked, as long as what you say is reasonable. Sikong Zhan finally smiled and refuted Hong Qi's crooked reasoning.

Hong Qi said with a smile: "Sharp teeth, nonsense, forget it, beggars always can't talk about Taoist priests." ”

After saying a few words, Sikong Zhan looked at the reeds, scratching his head a little, he had been swaying for so long, but there was no clue, so he had to turn it around.

"Huh?" as he swept the reeds on his left, he found something unusual, where hung a white juan with a sprig of winter plum embroidered.

"What?" Hong Qi looked at the sky, and Dongfang Sheng turned his head together.

Sikong Zhan opened his palm, and his energy was released, Bai Juansou was sucked into the palm of his hand, and he took it to the end of his nose and sniffed it lightly, and a faint fragrance still remained.

He was immediately overjoyed and said: "It's really in response to Lu Fangweng's poem 'The mountains and rivers are full of doubts, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village', which is great!"

Hong Qi walked over to Bai Juan in Sikong Zhan's hand, and said with a smile: "Isn't it just a woman's Bai Juan, what is there to be happy about, even Lu Fangweng's poem was read." ”

Although he is a big and coarse person, he admires the great poet Lu You, who has passed the age of eighty, not only admires Lu You's poetic talent, but also admires Lu You's ability to persist in resisting gold all his life and be indomitable, which is quite suitable for his spleen and stomach.

Sikong Zhan was not very surprised that Hong Qi knew about Lu You, whether it was a martial artist or a great scholar...... , as long as it reaches the apex and is not deliberately hidden, the world will pay more attention and know a thing or two.

Like a martial artist, the vast majority of people have heard of the East Evil West Poison Southern Emperor and Northern Beggar, especially the Quanzhen Sect has a high reputation among the people, when he was in Xu Xian's house, Li Gongfu and his wife learned that they were the Sikong Zhan of the Quanzhen Sect, and they were even more enthusiastic, and praised the chivalry of the Quanzhen Sect.

is similar to the great Confucian Zhu Xi who died in the year of Huashan on the sword, he crossed the great poet Wang Tingyun of the Jin Kingdom who died that year, the great poet Yang Wanli, who just died this year, and the great poet Xin Qiji, who was in his sixties,......

They are people of great prestige, and even if they have never seen them, most people have heard of them.

Sikong Zhan said to Hong Qi: "Have you forgotten? Poor Dao is not only a martial artist, but also a monk. ”

Hong Qi's eyes lit up, and he said happily: "Are you saying magic?"

"That's right, this thing was lost not long ago, there should still be the owner's breath on it, and the poor road is tracked with a search talisman, as long as it is within a radius of dozens of miles, I believe we will be able to find Shenhezhuang soon." ”

"How can you be sure that the owner of this thing is from Shenhezhuang, what if it isn't?" Hong Qi said with doubts in his heart.

"Ordinary people don't come here easily, and in this regard, Poor Dao has a great deal of certainty, in case the time is wrong, it must not be too early, so we will go home. Sikong Zhan said with confidence.

Sikong Zhan because of the habit of drawing talismans, he carried a brush with a pack of cinnabar and a stack of yellow paper, he immediately took action, first folded a paper crane with yellow paper, and then pinched the trick to chant the mantra, the paper crane slowly floated in the air, he lifted the brush dipped in cinnabar and pointed at the head of the paper crane, and dotted a pair of vermilion eyes for the paper crane.

The paper crane was given eyes, and immediately seemed to come to life, gently stirring its wings in a circle.

Dongfang Sheng and Hong Qi behind him both had straight eyes. It was at the critical moment that Sikong Zhan did not dare to be negligent, concentrated on the center, changed the trick again, stretched out his right hand with his index finger and middle finger, and pointed to Bai Juan on the side, Bai Juan suddenly spontaneously combusted without fire.

At the same time, the paper crane instigated its wings and flew in a northwesterly direction.

"It worked. Sikong Zhan said happily.

The crane suddenly came to life and flew away quickly, ignoring the unbelievable in his heart, Hong Qi pushed the boat to follow the little paper crane tightly.

There is a small paper crane to guide the way, and in less than an hour, Sikong Zhan and the three of them found a very hidden big Zhuangzi, no need to think about it, it must be the Shenhe Zhuang that they are looking for.

The target was found, Sikong Zhan hurriedly dismantled the spell, he didn't want to go to Bai Juan's hostess, the paper crane completed the mission, and like Bai Juan, spontaneously combusted into ashes.

Hong Qi's paper crane turned into ashes, and he was amazed, and asked Sikong Zhan: "Why don't you let it fly?"

Sikong Zhan rolled his eyes and said, "Poor Dao doesn't want to go to a woman. ”

After a distance, Sikong Zhan and the three of them hid the boat and quietly slipped into Shenhezhuang. In order to avoid trouble, Sikong Zhan grabbed a high-level servant and directly performed the ** technique, what did he ask, what did the man answer obediently, and afterwards, the man shook his head in confusion and left, just as if nothing had happened.