Fu Canglu

Chapter 17

The bright moon rises from the east.There is Guanshan in the east.

The bright moon comes out of Guanshan.

But Guanshan not only has the most primitive out-of-the-mountain moonlight, but also the most powerful unsheathed knife technique.

Song Zhiqing is the direct disciple of Guan Shan Dao Gui.

Guanshan is far away from the Central Plains, and he has traveled thousands of miles through mountains and rivers.

The green shirt on his body was already a little tattered after being exposed to wind and rain.His eyes are full of travel and dust, full of the color of frost.This elegant looking young man who looks like a bachelor has been on his way for a long time.

He wanted to find that person before the Sword Wine Club came.

He carries a knife on his back, but he doesn't learn knife skills, he practices Taoism.

Today, there are two well-known masters of Taoism: one is Qiliang Wushuang's national teacher from Tiangang, Taoism is natural, able to predict the prophets, like a banished fairy descending into the world, the Spring and Autumn Period is chaotic, and the style is outstanding; the other is the Northern Wei Dynasty's national teacher Xuanshang Yu, profound art mastery, can bring order out of chaos, assist Wei Huang Cao Zhixuan to collect Jiangbei, fight against Qi Liang, the most romantic in the world.

Song Zhiqing looked into the distance, and the frosty coldness was vaguely covered by a smile. He bent down, took a handful of clear water from the stream in front of him, wiped his face gently, and immediately felt refreshed. up."

His trip to the Central Plains has two purposes.One is to meet those two masters of Taoism, and the other is to see what kind of demeanor the disciples of those two masters of Taoism are.I heard that Xuanshangyu in the Northern Wei Dynasty had an extremely beautiful female disciple, Wei Lingshan who was regarded as the pearl of the Great Wei Dynasty; and Qi Liangyuan Tiangang was the teacher of the three princes, among which the little prince Xiao Yi was the most knowledgeable and versatile.Song Zhiqing did some calculations with the Taoism that his blind master said, "Half-baby bullshit Taoism, even occupying the position of the latrine". If he rushed to the Northern Wei Dynasty at the end of April, he might not be able to meet one of them.

So this direct disciple of Guan Shan Dao Ghost began to plan his departure, and wrote a whole wall of plans, thinking that the blind master couldn't see it, so why is he leaving for the first time, the farther the better.When I came back from enlightenment, I told the old blind man that it was useless to learn the Laoshizi knife.

The first time he left, he was knocked unconscious by the blind man's master after walking for about a mile. Song Zhiqing found that the ink marks on the wall had been touched badly, and the old blind man's hands were completely black. It turns out that my master is not useless. He even has the ability to touch objects and read.Then there was the second, third, and fourth times one after another. The old blind man was so angry that he picked up the scabbard and wanted to beat him violently.The scabbard was raised in the air, then lowered tremblingly.The old blind man sighed, after all, the scabbard was still not removed.

At that time Song Zhiqing glared at the old blind man angrily, but did not speak.

Later, he suddenly felt that his master was not blind, did he see his stubbornness and give in to his softness?

He suddenly didn't want to leave for a moment, and just when he was about to speak, the old man raised his face, knocked down the scabbard, and said word by word, "If you want to leave Guanshan, don't lose face to me."

Song Zhiqing covered his head, and saw that the hand of the old guy holding the scabbard was trembling faintly.

The old man turned his back quickly, stood on tiptoes, and groped with his hands on the knife hall, but his voice was resolute, "Go."

Song Zhiqing got up, kowtowed three times, raised his head to meet the hand that the old blind man handed over.

A handful of green cloth in his hand was propped up in the shape of a knife, and it was tattered. It was the knife that the old sword ghost offered high in front of the knife hall. See a rough outline.

"I haven't had time to teach you the sword technique yet." The old knife ghost's hand was blackened with ink, and his veins were still bulging. His thin five fingers tightly grasped the green cloth knife, and his voice was a little soft, and he said slowly, "Stinky boy, Rip off this rag when you meet someone you can't beat."

"Master?" Song Zhiqing raised his head, with tears in his eyes, thinking that he was worthy of being a real master, and he also left a life-saving trick for himself.Unexpectedly, the old knife ghost sneered, "If you can't beat it, you still can't beat it. When the time comes, I will find the knife so that I can avenge you. If you hurry up, maybe you can collect the whole body."

"what?"

"Ah what? Take the knife!" The old knife ghost couldn't bear to throw the green cloth knife away, Song Zhiqing's hands sank slightly, and he saw the hunched figure waving his hands with his back towards him.

So he walked away with a sword in his hand, and this walk was to eat and sleep in the open, from Guanshan to the Northern Wei Dynasty.

Fortunately, he hurried to catch up outside the city of Sirius, which is still more than ten miles away. According to his self-taught divination skills, he should be able to catch up with him here. I met a person who inherited the Taoism of the national teacher.

Song Zhiqing took off the long knife wrapped in layers of blue cloth on his back, stopped in the middle of the road, and waited for that person to appear.

Song Zhiqing in green shirt stared at the empty road with a knife in his hand, wondering who that person could be. In the Northern Wei Dynasty, it was probably the Princess Longque, but I heard that the Luoyang Palace banned this bright pearl. Extremely strict, almost to the point of not being allowed to leave the palace.But His Royal Highness Qi Liang is also a character who has never left the palace, so the chance of encountering him is probably even lower.

Naturally, he was looking forward to meeting the Great Wei Mingzhu'er. There were rumors in the rivers and lakes that the Princess Longque was born as beautiful as a flower, and liked peonies the most, so she lived in Luoyang Peony Garden.If one day he could sit down and discuss the Tao with him, wouldn't it be a good story to spread, he couldn't help laughing when he thought about it, probably because he thought of the fact that he became famous in the first battle and attracted everyone's attention.

Looking forward to it, Song Zhiqing looked forward to the carriage passing through the forest, but he was a little dumbfounded.Sparse trees stand crookedly on both sides, an old horse is leisurely, and the coachman on the carriage is holding a big pipe in his mouth. With a ferocious face and a face full of gangsters, Song Zhiqing's momentum of approaching him to strike up a conversation stagnated slightly, and he stopped embarrassingly.

The bearded bandit spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm at Song Zhiqing's feet, and said with a pipe in his mouth, "You boy is in luck, don't get in the way." Song Zhiqing bit the bullet and prepared to speak, but the old horse in front of him also learned it The dog relied on the power of others, and his face was covered with a mouthful of saliva.

The carriage stopped, and the little highness Yi Xiao, who was reading quietly, and Zun Yunzhang, who had closed their eyes and rested their minds, raised their eyes almost at the same time. They each lifted the curtains and saw the green-clothed blocker.

At first glance, Yi Xiao saw that the stupid man in the blue shirt with a knife in front of him had purple cyan flowing on his body. He had never seen a person with such profound luck, and there was a faint tendency of luck to condense into a solid breath, but this It seems that the person has never practiced martial arts, and there is not much sign of vitality flowing in his body.

And Zun Yunzhang saw the green cloth knife that Song Zhiqing used as a crutch in the middle of the road. Her face was covered with red gauze, and she couldn't see her expression clearly, but there was a strange brilliance in her eyes, and then it disappeared in a flash. , the voice said calmly, "Are you Guan Shan Song Zhiqing?"

Song Zhiqing was a little surprised, as if he was a little surprised that the man in red could reveal his identity without denying it immediately, "It's my servant."

Yi Xiao snorted, with a strange expression on his face, "You are really Song Zhiqing."

Even the old Duan sized up the man in the green shirt in surprise, "No wonder I saw your bad luck, so you really are Song Zhiqing, the descendant of the sword ghost."

"I want to ask a question," Song Zhiqing said slowly, "I don't know what today is..."

Before the words finished, Yi Xiao interrupted Song Zhiqing with a smile, "It has been 37 days since you set off from Guanshan, and it is the last day of April, the reason why we can recognize you is that the whole world should recognize you. "

Song Zhiqing thought about it, a little unbelievable, his voice paused, but he heard Yi Xiao lazily said, "Guanshan Daogui is your master, right? He announced to the world that the legendary ghost sword 'Shu Luocha' is in your hands Come on. If you want Ghost Saber to kill you, it’s fine, but your master has already yelled out cruel words for you, and wants to smash the world’s swordsmen at the sword wine party in June.”

After finishing speaking, His Royal Highness looked at Song Zhiqing with great interest, and found that this fellow was pale, and joked, "Anxin, it's still too early for you to go to the Sword Wine Club to smash the scene."

Yi Xiao still has a second piece of information. Along the way, three spies from Vientiane Pavilion came into contact with this blue-clothed swordsman. They just observed the details of his trek along the way, the posture of carrying the knife, and the habit of sometimes using the knife as a crutch. came to a conclusion.

This direct disciple of Guan Shan Dao Ghost doesn't know how to use a sword at all.

Song Zhiqing's face was pale, his voice was trembling, and he held back more than a dozen breaths for one syllable, "Fuck"

This old blind man, this old blind man. Song Zhiqing silently scolded his master eighteen times in his heart at this moment. If that old blind man was really in front of him at this moment, he would really draw his sword and decide to fight this old man to the death .

Thinking about the endless journey home, Song Zhiqing looked back at the way he had come, feeling a little sad, and heard the joking voice of the man in the car, "It's almost the same after all, now the swordsmen in the whole Northern Wei Dynasty are looking for you. If you become famous in one battle, you can take away the ghost knife. As for the swordsmen of the Northern Wei Dynasty, you have said that you are going to smash the venue of the kendo festival and the sword wine party. They are afraid that they will draw their swords and chop you into ten pieces if they see you Seven or eight paragraphs."

Yi Xiao looked at Song Zhiqing's frosty complexion, and said with a dumb smile, "It's just that you can't even see the veins of vitality flowing in your body. You don't look like a martial arts practitioner. Could it be that you are really a super master who knows how to hide vitality?"

Zun Yunzhang sneered, put down the curtain, and said softly that someone is coming.Yi Xiao frowned slightly, and smacked her mouth, "Are you here to bring us a knife, or are you here to bring us trouble?"

As soon as the words fell, several figures landed in a row. They have been following Song Zhiqing for several days. According to their observations, this man in the blue shirt holding the sword is the personal descendant of the recently rumored Guanshan Sword Ghost. Disciple Song Zhiqing has no doubts that the knife wrapped in layers of green cloth in that kid's hand is the legendary ghost knife Shurasha.After tracking him for the past few days, the kid in green shirt didn't even notice that he didn't have any trace of vitality for several days, and he turned out to be a young boy who doesn't know martial arts.

The leader is Meng Ran who is known as the "Northern Wei Dynasty Crossing the River Knife". The three behind him are all good swordsmen. Although they are not as good as his sixth-rank realm, they still have the peak strength of fifth-rank, so they are more than enough to deal with a kid who has no rank.It's just that the two carriage owners in front of them seemed to recognize the identity of the boy in green shirt, Meng Ran sneered and held up the knife, the knife was not out of the sheath, looking at Yi Xiao who looked like a boy with a hairy head, he said coldly, "You also want to repair Rakshasa? "

Yi Xiao and Meng Ran looked at each other, and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, I don't know this person before, and I don't know what Shurasha is. How you deal with this person has nothing to do with me."

It's none of your business, hang up high.

Old Duan was smoking a pipe and didn't bother to mind his own business, so he wanted to turn the carriage around.

Meng Ran took a mouthful of thick phlegm, and spat at Lao Duan,

The old Duan flickered slightly, and easily dodged, instead of looking at the four swordsmen, his tone turned cold, and he said softly, "Young master?"

Yi Xiao sighed helplessly, thinking that if she kept a low profile along the way, she was going to enter Sirius City, and was blocked by this inexplicable disciple of Guanshan Daogui, seeing things getting more and more complicated.It's just that it's close to Sirius City, and the teacher specifically explained that he should not cause trouble here, so he can only sigh and glance at Hong Yi'er, she quietly closed her eyes and rested, but she didn't pay any attention to it.

This Song Zhiqing was covered in bruises all over his body, he was a man of great luck, how could he be troubled by the mere four swordsmen, with this in mind, Yi Xiao said calmly, "Old Duan, let's go."

The four of Meng Ran saw that the old Duan endured a lot of humiliation, and they didn't bother to look for bad luck for the owner of the carriage, so they were about to draw the knife, sharpened the knife and walked towards Song Zhiqing, when the light of the knife was about to be unsheathed

"Hey, hey," Song Zhiqing didn't have time to scold his mother, seeing that the carriage was about to turn around in such a ruthless manner, he quickly patted the dust on his body, holding the green cloth knife in a rather embarrassed state, muttering that he was offended.Then he frowned slightly and spoke loudly.

"Little Qi Liang"

The sentence "Xiao Yi, the little prince of Qi Liang is here!" Only three words were left before Song Zhiqing was kicked into the carriage by a strong force.Just when the voice came out, the old Duan suddenly rose up and swept past. The four swordsmen headed by Meng Ran only saw an afterimage in front of them. They didn't even have time to scream, and the knife in their hands couldn't help it. The ground unsheathed, the light of the saber wrapped around his neck lightly like a green snake, and the next second his head jumped violently.

Four streaks of blood suddenly appeared, Meng Ran and the others each left a headless corpse on the ground, the old Duan cursed and kicked Song Zhiqing, and kicked them into the carriage.

As soon as he got into the car, Song Zhiqing felt a chill between his brows. It turned out that a sword with vitality condensed was just touching his forehead. The master covered with red gauze might have a terrifying state of vitality coming out of his body. Those bandits were so much stronger, so they could only smile wryly, "Don't rush to do it, and let me explain, I just couldn't help myself."

Yi Xiao restrained her smile, watching Song Zhiqing's eyebrows held by the sword and dared not move, but privately she couldn't help stretching out a hand from the loose green shirt to rub her buttocks, quite embarrassed.

Yi Xiao said, "How did you recognize me?"

Song Zhiqing thought to himself that the kick just now was really hard and merciless, and now his butt hurts like hell.When he saw the boy who was slightly younger than him wearing a big coat, he knew that he happened to be fooled just now.What I met at this moment was not the Princess Longque, but the little prince of Qiliang who came from the north. After thinking about it, he said submissively, "It's a long story."

"Let's make a long story short." Hong Yi'er has always been too lazy to listen to nonsense, so she spoke calmly, her white breath pressed against Song Zhiqing's eyebrows, and she exerted a little force, "If you finish a sentence, you don't need to say it if you can't finish it."

Song Zhiqing blushed and uttered a word.

"Under. Meng."

Yi Xiao looked at Song Zhiqing with interest, and found that this man in the green shirt who was not much older than himself had a terrible luck.

After Lao Duan finished disposing of the corpse, the carriage moved forward slowly.

It's just that there was one more person who refused to get out of the car with a sullen face, holding a green cloth knife.

(End of this chapter)