Sleeping Arhat

Chapter 39

It was a cool winter day, the sky was gray, and it was going to be dark. At this time, the road up the mountain was difficult. Wu Xian searched for a long time but couldn't find the cave, so he had to stand behind the big snowy fir tree, in the gap between the tree and the huge rock, with his back against the cold The place of wind is slightly covered, and then a fire is made, food is eaten, and rest is done.

The cold wind howled at night, Wu Xian had a small amount of internal energy, so he didn't feel the cold. Looking at the clear and cloudless sky, Wu Xian felt a little indebted, so Wu Xian made up his mind on this trip. With the news of Zhang Wuji, Wu Xian will definitely see people when he is alive and corpses when he is dead.

Early the next morning, Wu Xian went up the mountain to Hongmei Mountain Villa, which is Zhujiazhuang, one of the Zhuwu Lianhuanzhuang. Along the path he went to last time, many memories came to mind at the same time. Before he knew it, time had passed I'm more than a year old, and I'm almost 15 years old.

After walking for a while, looking at the big pine tree beside him, Wu Xian thought to himself: Three miles ahead, we should arrive at Hongmei Villa. I think it's been a year, so I don't know how Hongmei Villa is now?Has Zhang Wuji been to Hongmei Villa?

After a while, Wu Xian hurriedly came to Hongmei Mountain Villa. The magnificent, majestic and exquisite pavilions and pavilions in the past are now only a piece of ruined walls, and there is only a piece of scorched earth in front of him. Settle down: Now it seems that the story has not changed much, and Zhang Wuji will probably go back to the original path without major changes.

Wandering around the dilapidated fence for a while, and finally took a deep look at the huge ruins and scorched earth, Wu Xian's pupils contracted, and he looked into the distance again, relaxing and meditating: To find Zhang Wuji's whereabouts at this time, we must Looking for Zhu Jiuzhen and his party, Hongmei Villa has been reduced to ashes, they should go to Wujiazhuang.

The owner of Wujiazhuang is Wu Lie, and Hongmei Villa is collectively called Zhuwu Lianhuanzhuang by people in the rivers and lakes. It can be seen that the relationship between the two families is deep, and the two have joined forces to deceive Zhang Wuji. Therefore, after the plan fails, there is a high probability that Zhu Jiuzhen and others The fence is in Wujiazhuang.

Wu Xian clenched his fists slightly and circulated the internal force in his body. Suddenly, he felt a surge of power in his arms. Wu Xian's deep eyes looked at the distant mountains. This trip will definitely not be smooth sailing. Careful planning is needed to ensure a smooth and smooth success.

Wu Xian went to a nearby village at night. After inquiring about the situation in Wujiazhuang, he bought a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat. After wearing it on his body, he looked very downcast but mysterious.

When night fell, Wu Xian had already arrived at the Wujiazhuang. Standing in the distance, Wu Xian looked at this Wujiazhuang, which was similar to Hongmei Villa. I couldn't help cursing inwardly for this damn decadent and extravagant life, how could I live such a miserable life.

Wu Xian let go of his mind, jumped to the tree, and looked at the dots of lights in the manor from a distance, hanging in the corridor, and there were still lights in a few rooms, Wu Xian had an idea in his heart, but Wu Lie also The old, treacherous, treacherous and worldly people are afraid that their schemes will be easily seen through, so Wu Lie must be eliminated first to ensure that nothing will go wrong.

Three days have passed, and it is dawn again.Wu Xian stood on the tree branch and watched from a distance, observing the traces of the people in Wujiazhuang. After three consecutive days of observation, Wu Xian probably figured out the rooms of the people. The room of Wu Lie and his wife is the grand central room. The room, sitting in the middle of the ground, has the feeling of mastering the whole courtyard.

Zhu Jiuzhen and Wu Qingying live in a house full of plums and apricots. This house is located in the east. Among them, Wu Qingying lives in the north room, while Zhu Jiuzhen's guest lives in the south room under the fence. There is a long distance between them. Far.

Wei Bi, the apprentice of Wu Lie, lives in the West Wing, further away from the two of them. Wu Xian once discovered that Zhu Jiuzhen sneaked into Wei Bi's house, but he came out within less than half a cup of tea, and half a cup of tea only took 7 minutes At one point, Wu Xian sighed deeply and thought to himself: Wei Bi is so useless, but he is also loved by two beautiful junior sisters, while he is just a rough old man with a broken heart...

Close your eyes and rest in peace, waiting for the dark, the Wujiazhuang is still quite lively, Wu Xian opened his eyes and looked, the servant boy was cleaning the inside and outside of the village, Wei Bi, Zhu Jiuzhen and Wu Qingying were in the courtyard Li Gong, Wei Bi practiced fists and palms with his junior sister hand in hand, Wei Bi leniently retreated everywhere, half of his moves were used and the other half, while the two junior sisters were as tender as water, their palms and fingers were as soft as white clouds, it was really a concubine.

With his eyes brightened, Wu Xian saw that although the strength of the few people was weak and weak, their palm and finger skills were exquisite. Presumably it was the unique technique of Luoying Excalibur handed down from Peach Blossom Island, and a hand from the royal family of Dali. The yang finger is right, the yang finger is strong, strong and powerful, and moves like a thunderbolt. It is definitely a set of unique skills that are rare in martial arts.

Rest until nightfall, Wu Xian is like a vulture or a falcon, full of patience and ferocity, and like a ghost in the dark, faint and ghostly, passing by the Wujiazhuang without a trace, only the row on the roof The shallow footprints of only half a centimeter prove that Wu Xian has been there before, and in an instant, the sky is covered with snow, a piece of pure white land under the night, crystal clear snowflakes, under the misty moonlight, flickering A little light.

A crisp bird chirping in the mountains broke the silence, and a light figure fell in front of the entrance hall. Looking at the vermilion house in front of him, Wu Xian felt faintly excited. Wu Xian took a deep breath quietly, then took out the bamboo tube from his waist, held it On the left hand, the index finger of the right hand dipped some saliva in the mouth, and lightly touched the layer of pasted paper, but the room was still silent and silent.

Wu Xian stretched the bamboo tube into the room, and slowly exhaled the misty smoke. After a while, the people in the room snored more heavily and slept more deeply. Sure enough, Wu Lie and his wife were sleeping like dead pigs on the bed covered in golden silk and green.

"Master Wu, Master Wu." Because the voice does not go through the vocal cords of the throat, but with the breath in the mouth, so it can't disturb other people, and Wu Lie didn't respond at all.

hey-hey.Wu Xian jumped for joy, quickly put the teacup on the table, quickly took out the drug from his bosom, then poured the drug into the cup ruthlessly, looking at the cup that was already half full Intoxicated by the drug, I thought: Villa Master Wu Lie has profound internal energy and strong and long breath, this little medicine should not be enough.Glancing at Wu Lie who was in a deep sleep, Wu Xian simply grabbed another handful of the drug and put it into the cup. After pouring water, looking at the mist slowly rising in the cup, Wu Xian thought to himself: What a fragrant cup. The fluffy milk tea.

(End of this chapter)