Sealing Knife

Two days later, Ye Fusheng and his party finally arrived at Wenshan.

The fake monk had been arranged by Duan Heng to send his disciples back to the Taishang Palace secretly. In front of the outsiders, the two people only told the two of them that they were unsatisfied and left to rest for a while.

Hengyuan never put a beak on this, and even Hengming, who was a little arrogant, did not intervene in the internal affairs of the Taishang Palace. After waiting for a group of people to go on the road, Duan Heng talked about the arrangements of the martial arts meeting with the two people, and sometimes asked for a few words about the abbot and the master Sekong's current situation to talk about caring, so that Ye Fusheng behind was aware of this. The old man has some talent for intelligence spies.

Regardless of acting or sincerity, both of them answered the question of Duanheng drippingly, especially the seemingly gentle Hengyuan, who can always lead important topics inadvertently, talked down, and did not catch Ye Fusheng ’s ears. What is the obvious flaw?

He walked all the way to watch flowers, occasionally turning his eyes on Hengyuan, and before the young monk turned his head, he looked away and looked at the grass and trees on the roadside.

The more you go to ask Chan Mountain, the more people will be along the way. In addition to the Three Religions and the Nine Streams, which were swarmed by the martial arts conference, people in the surrounding villages and towns also set up tea stalls on the side of the road, earning three melons and two dates from the passing rivers and lakes, adding points to the family's livelihood.

Most of the hills are under the watch of lively gangs. Those who really want to attend the meeting have either entered the mountain gate or are on the mountain road to Wuxiang Temple.

Hengming and Hengyuan led the Taishang Palace with a group of people from the main entrance. There were several wise monks standing in front of the door, orderly receiving people from all walks of life who walked inward. When they saw them coming, an old monk greeted them. He bowed to the courtesy and greeted Duan Heng before saying to Hengming the two: "Two brothers, the abbot has a word, let you two meet him quickly after returning to the temple."

Hengming nodded and Hengyuan smiled with his palms: "Then please ask our younger brothers to entertain us for our guests."

Although he and Hengming were young, they entered the mountain gate earlier, and the old monk said: "It's my business, brother, let's go."

After the two had left, the old monk read the Buddha number together with his palm again and said, "Please, Elder Duan Heng take the Taoists with me to settle down in the left wing room first."

This time the martial arts conference was very powerful. The temple said that it was not too overcrowded. In the Wuxiang Temple, except the monk monastery, the Tibetan scripture pavilion and the clean Tallinn, Lianyunshuitang also temporarily changed the residence. Ye Fusheng they walked all the way from the front hall to the backyard. I don't know how many martial arts people walked between them. When they were walking through the main square, they heard the noise, but when they saw it, they were fighting.

The old monk was not surprised, and the people next to him were commonplace. Duan Heng frowned and never spoke, but Xuan Su asked: "Before the meeting starts, fight first. Isn't it proper?"

The old monk read the sentence "Amitabha" and explained: "The abbot has a word 'right and wrong and hatred is different, we are all outsiders and have no right to set the beak', not to mention the martial arts conference can't help fighting, only hurting lives and not involving There are no secrets and no interference in the Wuxiang Temple. "

Ye Fusheng held Xuan Su indifferently, clenched Xie Li's hand in one hand, and said with a smile: "Speaking of it, I have to ask the master about it ... I don't know Xue Xue from the Broken Water Villa. Conference? "

Xie Li's hand was stiff, and then he raised his eyes to see the old monk, his eyes full of hope.

The old monk lowered his head, noticed the child, and asked, "This is ..."

"... I'm Xie Li, the father Xie Wuyi, the owner of the water-cutting village." This time, Ye Fusheng didn't let Ye Fusheng replace him, and Xie Li personally replied.

The overthrow of the Desolated Water Villa was only two months away. Many people on the rivers and lakes still remembered the fire that burned half of the sky in Guyang. Xie Min ’s shock was more engraved by all the witnesses at that time. In my heart, I can't forget it.

Although the tiger died, Yu Wei was still there. Regardless of whether he was shocked by Xie Wuyi's last name, or by the affectionate face of the rivers and lakes, Wulin Baidao had to give the waterless orphans some kind of treatment in order to show his benevolence.

The old monk heard the words and immediately respected him and said, "Originally, it was Lord Xie Shao Zhuang. Lord Xue Xue had entered the mountain gate three days ago. Because he was a female guest, he was placed in the Luhua courtyard. If the young master wants to meet each other, The poor monk arranged people to lead the way. "

Xie Li's eyes were reddish, but he first looked at Ye Fusheng, even if he didn't say a word, Ye Fusheng knew that he was already at heart.

Ye Fusheng provoked this remark, originally leaving the team for a good reason to go elsewhere to look at the situation. Now there is no reason to refuse. He exchanged a glance with Duan Heng and said: "Then trouble the master."

The old monk summoned a little Sha Mi, about the same age as Xie Li, and asked him to take Ye Fusheng to the Luhua Temple. He continued to lead Taishang Palace and his party to the left side. Xuan Su glanced at Ye Fusheng before he left, but only got a nod, which meant to let him wait and see.

Xiao Shami was young, and she was a little more lively than other monks. Ye Fusheng gave a sweet-scented osmanthus candy, and her round face smiled.

Ye Fusheng held Xie Li behind him and asked, "Master, how many people are in this temple now?"

Xiao Sha Mi thought about it carefully, and broke his fingers back and forth a few times, and said: "Counting the Taishang Palace, the eight gates have already arrived, and the other gang donors ... about two thousand people."

Xie Li took a breath. He hadn't seen a big world at his young age. Last time, the last meeting of the Dengshui Mountain Villa was only a thousand people.

Ye Fusheng narrowed his eyes, and he could see that the little Sha Mi was still childish, and had not been restrained by those scriptures and disciplines. It ’s such a grand meeting, but it ’s better to develop some insights ... But there are so many people right and wrong, I took a little child, but I have to be careful. . "

At this time it happened to pass by a quiet path, no idlers around. Xiao Shami heard the words and looked at the face of the osmanthus candy, folded her hands together and said, "The donor, the two courtyards before and after and the Yanwu Square are full of eyes. On weekdays ... If necessary, just command down. "

His words were obscure, but Xie Li smelled a dangerous smell from it, and his back straightened up immediately, like a small animal who noticed the trap and stretched his bones subconsciously.

Ye Fusheng's slightly cool hand rubbed on his head and looked at a serious little Sha Mi, saying: "Thank you Master for pointing. Speaking, the teacher once had a relationship with Sekong Zen Master. Good question, I do n’t know how to meet? "

Xiao Sha Mi said: "The little monk started late, only know that Sekong Shishu had closed his Zen five years ago, and then moved to Du'edong to retreat and realize Zen. He hadn't met him before. The abbot said. "

Ye Fusheng turned these words around in his heart, and he stopped at once.

Xiao Shami took them to the door of the Luhua Temple, and because she was a female guest, she no longer entered. She only asked the aunt who was cleaning at the door to come in to inform, and soon she saw Xue Chanyi coming out.

After this period of time, the girl, who was only 16 years old, has lost a lot. She removed the redundant hairpin jewelry and dressed in a simple dress. She wore a long silk braid and tied a long braid behind her head. Apart from Chi Xuelian, there was no more glamour in the whole body, and when he looked at his ability, he was more mature.

She should have come out in a hurry when she got the news. Chi Xuelian was tied a little messy around her waist. At first glance, Ye Fusheng and Xie Li got their feet on the threshold, and then quickly walked over.

"Ali!" Xue Chanyi walked in front of them, his eyes fixed on Xie Li, one hand trembling and touching his cheek, his voice trembling slightly, "you ... thin."

After a pause, she looked at Ye Fusheng again, the tone was still fierce, but her eyes were red: "How do you look after Ali? Look at you like a ghost, it looks like it will be short-lived!"

Xue Chanyi's words were unpleasant, but he also saw Ye Fusheng's face was really bad, worried about what happened to him. Ye Fusheng naturally understood that she was a good intention to remind her, but when she thought of "Yumeng", she felt like she was stabbed in the heart. She didn't answer this topic, and only pushed Xie Li to the front. Miss, I brought your brother-in-law, but ask for sin before rewarding! "

Xue Chanyi couldn't hear the perfunctory he didn't avoid talking about. When his eyes glared, he would ask. She couldn't help but Xie Li took her sleeve and shook, saying, "Sister Xue, I miss you."

This sentence is exported, Xue Chanyi is not good anymore. Luhuayuan is not a place suitable for talking. The three of them walked away from the small bamboo forest and walked to the secluded bamboo forest next to each other.

Ye Fusheng's impression of Xue Chanyi was still in Guyang City. The same as the young lady, Xue Chanyi is much more mature than Qin Lanshang, and she takes care of some of the affairs of the dilapidated mountain villa at the young age. She is a girl with thick and thin, hard and soft, and she is very responsible. I can believe that even if my personality is more flamboyant, I am still a steady governor, but I am still so green in my life.

After the First World War in Guyang City, there was only the dilapidated walls of the famous "Sword of the World" in the old days. Only Xue Chanyi and Xie Li were left. One was a half-old child, and the other was a girl of cardamom years.

Xie Wuyi is dead. Although the spine of the Dianshui Mountain Villa is still broken, Xue Chanyi returns to Mingzhou to manage the remaining foundations of the Xie family, but also has to deal with the martial arts people or help or temptations. No matter how many corners are gradually Sleek, converging the domineering domineering, no teacher has learned how to be humble in front of the person, and gain momentum after the person.

This time the martial arts meeting, Xue Chanyi could have settled in Mingzhou without going to the muddy water, but she had to plan for Xie Li.

If the whole face does not come this time, the rivers and lakes are afraid that the water-breaking villas will all die, and the two children are not enough, then the subsequent indifference is almost doomed, and Xie Li's future Jianghu Road will also be criticized.

Because of this, Xue Chanyi temporarily entrusted everything to him, and brought some good hands to Wenshan Mountain. He didn't intend to win a famous place, as long as he proved that there are still people in the village.

Fortunately, she came, only to realize that the so-called people go to tea and cool, but nothing more.

In the past three days, Xue Chanyi has been exposed to the various gazes of the Three Religions and the Nine Classes, hearing the false comfort and sincere praise, while blocking the provocation of falling into the well, while guarding against the temptation to hide the needle in the cotton, but the heart is like a fire and water. Endure, but did not expect to see Xie Li here.

"You shouldn't come." Xue Chanyi made sure that there was no one around, and looked at Ye Fusheng with his eyebrows twisted. "I know you are good at martial arts, and now you are not blind, but Wuxiang Temple is not a double fist now. Four hands can protect the place of peace. "

Ye Fusheng raised an eyebrow: "Where do you start?"

Xue Chanyi narrowed her eyes and said, "There are 'ghosts' in this temple."