Fu Canglu

Chapter 411

There are still some days before arriving at Zhongwei Peak in the South China Sea.

Master Jian will bring a group of quacks, as well as frontier soldiers. Most of them are practicing in the dojo these days. These people are out-and-out practice madmen. A great god will be in the middle of the field, but there is no scene of fighting to dismantle the dragon boat.

These Buddhist disciples in Qingshi's band don't fight or fight, they retreat every day, they are pure-hearted and ascetic, they just practice their practice, and they ask their junior uncles whenever they have troubles. The little master uncle suppressed many geniuses in the Buddhist Daxing scene on Zhongwei Peak.

There are also some cultivation geniuses in the mainland of the rivers and lakes, such as Chu Xibi and Chu Donglai. In fact, Master Jian read a piece of His Highness's incense in his heart, and brought Nanhai along the way. Not far away.

However, there was a certain person who should not have been on this dragon boat. With a waist card, he wanted to take advantage of his privileges to come and see the South China Sea Holy Society in person. Unexpectedly, he was able to board this dragon boat with such smooth sailing. Rivers and lakes ship.

That so-and-so regrets it now.

I regretted that I took the Xiao Zi waist card on board.

He lifted the curtain and saw that the quacks who were still practicing in the dojo, the young pillars of the army in the western regions and the northern borders, all of them were cultivation geniuses who had stepped on the ninth-rank realm. Dismantled the ship.

What he was worried about was not the practitioners on the boat. In addition to the Great General Jane, there were also two real Bodhisattvas on board.

What worries him is what will happen when he disembarks.

The room in Heifengzhai was very lively.

There are five people in total.

"Heifengzhai, I told you not to worry about so many things."

A girl's lazy voice came from the room: "You have offended so many people in Jianghu, and you are not far behind. Worrying, worrying is useless."

Master Ci Dazhai glanced over the murderous face hidden in the paper on the dojo, and remained silent again and again.

Chu Xibi was also in the room. He sat cross-legged in a corner and practiced with his eyes closed. At this moment, he slowly opened his eyes, his voice was a little soft, with a little curiosity: "These quacks seem to come from all over the world in Qiliang, and some are even Beigu. Su Dao's desperado, how did you provoke him?"

Master Ci Dazhai was silent for a long time.

He sighed.

First, he pointed to a sturdy man carrying a seven-foot snake spear, eight feet tall, with a leopard head with ring eyes, swallow jaws and a tiger beard, with a murderous face and stretched muscles. Look around, don't get angry.

"Here, I killed someone in Xinting Road, was wanted by Tianque, fled to North Gusu Road, and was imprisoned for two years. Today, I was rescued by General Jian."

After hearing the words, Chu Xibi narrowed his eyes, thinking carefully in his mind: "This person is famous, his name is Zhang You, and he seems to be a relative of Xintinghou from Xinting Road."

"Yes, it's the half-brother of that Xintinghou."

Chu Xibi was a little confused, and didn't understand how this person was related to Heifengzhai.

Master Ci Dazhai scratched his head, and said with a little embarrassment, "I reported it."

Chu Xibi was silent.

Then Lord Ci Dazhai pointed to another person in the dojo. He was a thin young man, wearing a flowered shirt, with deep-set eyes, pale complexion, not like a desperado. He practiced very hard, and occasionally raised his head Come on, those eyes looked at the room where Heifengzhai was located, and there was a lot of resentment in their eyes.

Chu Xibi thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "This person's cultivation is not weak, so he should not be inferior to mine, but he is not famous."

The head of Ci Dazhai coughed dryly: "This man's surname is Ximen. He is a demon cultivator in Yangguan Valley. He practices the secret art of lust. He calls himself 'Ximen senior official' and has done a lot of shady things. Well, one of my brothers wanted revenge, but he couldn’t beat him, he was helpless, so he went up to Binhu Mountain with a stick and entered Heifeng Village, and I made a little calculation to avenge that brother.”

Chu Xibi was a little startled, and asked in astonishment, "Revenge?"

Heifengzhai's voice faltered, with a guilty conscience: "Probably it is fabricating false news, creating scapegoats, transferring scapegoats, spreading false remarks, plus planting, framing, falling into a well, throwing stones, and reporting."

"Originally, what kind of official is this fellow, and he will be imprisoned for ten or eight years. I didn't expect that General Jian would actually fish this guy out."

Heifengzhai wanted to cry without tears, and said: "The great god Jian will tell me that fish and dragons are mixed on the boat. How could I know that there are such a mixture of fish and dragons? The murderer and the nobles of Lanling City stay in the same dojo. It's a mess."

Chu Xibi was silent for a moment.

He shifted his gaze to the other two in the room.

two.

The real Bodhisattva.

His Highness tried his best to hold back his laughter, but he didn't expect that the owner of Heifeng Village stood in front of his door all night, and he hesitated to say something for a long time, but it was actually this matter.

In the past few days, Yi Xiao practiced as usual, and together with Wei Lingshan, he cultivated the soul. Occasionally, he tried to control the tip of the "Great Yuan Qi Sword" in a small space with his vitality, and he became more and more familiar with it. Day and night, he practiced hard in the dojo, and no one knocked on the door to ask for advice on spiritual practice, so Yi Xiao happened to be happy at leisure.

Qingshi and Yi Xiao had a spiritual sparring several times.

After losing both sides in the first battle of Zifu, both of them deliberately controlled the strength of their spirits, and neither the real dragon nor the Bodhisattva was seen again.

Qingshi couldn't help but lament the strength of the little Highness's spirit, the cleverness of his means, and his many careful considerations, which made people "caught off guard" in the battle of spirits and souls. He really abandoned the Bodhisattva Dharma figure that he relied on the most, and it would be impossible to fight Avoid falling into all kinds of traps that Yi Xiao set up at the beginning of the game. After playing so many games, none of them have gained the upper hand.

The two fought heartily from the purple mansion, and they didn't even notice that someone was standing outside the door for the whole night. Heifengzhai waited until the door was opened before explaining his intention carefully.

Yi Xiao only felt that the fate between Heifengzhai and himself was quite deep.

Hearing Heifengzhai's faltering words at this moment, I feel more cordial, as if returning to the time when Fengting City himself and Su Dashao Song Dasabella were in collusion, when he looked at Heifengzhai again, even the look on that guy's face Some gangsters can't help but feel comfortable.

Qingshi said softly: "You can rest assured during the trip to the South China Sea. Although these people are ninth rank, but after entering Zhongwei Peak, no one dares to break the rules and return to the Central Plains. If these prisoners can make up for it, Maybe you can regain your freedom, but don't forget who has the final say on the laws of Lanling City."

Speaking of this, Qingshi looked at His Highness with a smile: "Whether you want to go to jail or be free, isn't someone's decision?"

Heifengzhai's eyes lit up.

Yi Xiao laughed and scolded angrily: "Monk, don't talk nonsense, it's called bending the law for personal gain."

His Highness glanced at Heifengzhai, who was pinching his sleeves, and said with a smile: "But don't worry, you will be fine after you get off the boat. There is a saying that is 'the world is full of grievances', and there is another saying that 'the world is the biggest Backer', if you have no backer, I will be your backer."

Yi Xiao smiled lightly, and said vaguely: "The waist card you are holding in your hand is a life-saving card for the unimpeded passage of the whole Qiliang, but if you ever get the idea of ​​using it to show off your power and do evil, then this A waist card is your death card."

Heifengzhai coughed.

"Hmm..." Chief Ci Dazhai scratched his head and said seriously: "Your Highness, I naturally know this. So, I'm not worried about my safety after disembarking."

His Highness hummed slightly with a raised tone.

Heifengzhai looked towards Qingshi, and knew that the person in front of him was a great practitioner of Buddhism, who led the Buddhism and had a great reputation.

So he was a little embarrassed.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, followed by a voice that sounded a little hasty.

"Excuse me"

A young figure knocked lightly on the half-covered door, then lowered his voice, as if guilty of guilt, before waiting for anyone to respond, he stooped into the room, and closed the door gently again.

This is a young man wearing a white monk's robe. His face is handsome, but the eyebrows cannot be stretched and entangled, so there is also an unconcealable look.
Bandits.

The young man clasped his hands together and bowed to the two big Bodhisattvas in the room without feeling embarrassed.
After straightening up, he smiled brightly: "The little monk is from the White Horse Temple."

His Highness and Qingshi looked at each other, and looked at each other in blank dismay.

Qingshi looked at this young man who looked like he was from the Buddhist sect in appearance and attire, and couldn't remember when he brought such a number one person on the dragon boat.

"Master Bodhisattva, don't think about it anymore." Heifengzhai scratched his head and said, "I brought it here."

Chu Donglai felt a little stunned at the moment, and looked at Heifengzhai meaningfully: "He also offended those people in the dojo, and then defected to you?"

Heifengzhai said embarrassingly: "In fact, the ones in the dojo are all small fish and shrimps. There is no need to trouble your highness. After returning to the Central Plains, what should be reported, what should be blamed, this kind of dirty work I have done a lot, and I am not afraid of retribution."

Yi Xiao squinted his eyes, looking at the unattractive Heifeng Village in front of him.

He paused and said, "Your Highness, no one else can hear what you say next."

His Highness raised his eyebrows.

He took out something from his bosom, and said seriously: "Your Highness should know that many geniuses from the South China Sea Holy Association will be present. At that time, there will be a space for the immortal stele to be used for these so-called 'beyond the evildoers'." left by the characters."

Before Yi Xiao could answer, he smiled and said to himself: "Your Highness naturally knows, but you don't need to participate in the discussion of Dao and Dharma, because you and Qingshi Bodhisattva are the biggest monsters in the world. Naturally, someone has reserved a seat for the Liuxian Monument."

Heifengzhai looked at Yi Xiao, thought for a long time, and said seriously.

"I could have stayed out of the boat."

"Even if you board the boat, you don't need to go to Zhongwei Peak in the South China Sea."

"Even if we reach Zhongwei Peak in the South China Sea, we don't need to do that."

The voice falls
Something suddenly burned in Yi Xiao's mind, and it surfaced in an instant.

It was a figure of a woman in a yellow shirt sitting in a wheelchair.

The image of the woman was extremely blurred, the yellow shirt fluttered, her face was calm, and she looked at herself.

Some words cannot be spoken.

Once spoken, people will hear and leave traces.

So even if you say it in your heart, you can't.

The figure in the yellow shirt was shaky and blurry, sitting in a wheelchair, someone slowly walked out and stood behind her wheelchair.

Then came the second figure.

The third figure.

A dense crowd of figures came out from behind the wheelchair and stood calmly behind Xiaotao, the boy in yellow.

His Highness's pupils shrank slightly.

He finally understood where the kindness he felt towards the Heifeng village master in front of him came from.

In Fengting City.

On Luoyang Road.

Along the way, maybe there is such a person, just passing by, you will feel kind and familiar, but you can’t remember where you met, and why you feel this way.

Like, deja vu.

For example, Wu Zhongtian who was robbed in Fengting City.

For example, at the gate of Qing'an City, water was deliberately released to tease a certain soldier in the Northern Wei Dynasty.

Like
Yi Xiao's portrait of a lotus plant is never forgotten in his photographic memory. At this moment, the young master Xiaotao looked at each other with a calm face. Behind him, among the scattered and countless figures, he slowly swept across.

Behind her are these little people who are just passers-by in their lives.

Look at each other, look at each other.

This is one life after another.

But in Qiliang's small family, is there really such a Wu family?

Wu Zhongtian, is there really such a person?
In other words, what happened to the soldier at the gate of Qing'an City who deliberately released someone to let someone go after that day?
If their life exists only for a certain transition.

Does it look like a puppet?
Countless images flashed through Yi Xiao's mind.

It was the first time I met the young master Xiaotao in Tianlang City, such a young junior sister from the South China Sea, carrying the ink plate of life and death in her arms, the Master Chess Master and the Taoist brother are all doting and holding it, thousands of miles away, Is there only one person here?

Before Ning Fengxiu came, who supported the wheelchair?
Afterwards, the scattered pictures will be pieced together to make sense.

Scenes progressed, and finally paused in the scene of the encirclement and suppression of the Beiyuan Senluo Dao Temple.

The young second master of the Zhong family slowly took shape in Zhu Lianxiang.

At this moment, Young Master Xiaotao was already full of people standing behind him, and they couldn't fit on the ground, and some people were hovering in the air.

A young man in black robe appeared and stood in front of Yi Xiao.

The sleeves are windless and automatic, contaminated with the wind and snow in the north.

Every figure in the front, back, left and right remained silent.

Including the figure of "the second master of the Zhong family" at the front.

Then the "second master of the Zhong family" slowly raised his head, revealing the face in the black robe.

That face is exactly the same as that of the owner of Heifeng Village.

The black-robed man in front of him smiled and stretched out his hands, closed his face and wiped his facial features, his face slowly distorted and turned into a young monk from the White Horse Temple. The black robe faded from the black color and turned into a white robe.

Yi Xiao pursed her lips.

He finally understood.

The "young monk" at the White Horse Temple didn't say a word, facing Yi Xiao, he backed away slowly, until he got into the crowd behind Young Master Xiaotao.

The faces of those people all turned into an indistinct pitch black color, and they receded blankly one by one, leaving only the young monk from the White Horse Temple, who smiled lightly and supported the handle of the wheelchair.

Young master Xiao Tao looked at Yi Xiao quietly.

Yi Xiao also looked at her calmly.

Even though his heart was full of turmoil, his face remained unchanged.

The woman in the yellow shirt began to burn, fluttering like smoke, and finally opened her lips slowly, mouthing the sound.

"South China Sea."

"Wait for you."

(End of this chapter)