Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 156

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Xuancheng Prefecture, Ningguo County, Xianxia Town.

This is an ancient town with rich vegetation and humid air.

Xianxia Town is connected to the Tianmu Mountains in the north, and Tanggong Mountain in the south. In early spring, it is green and the sun is warm and soft. A carriage is busy with the wind and dust, and it is a quiet town with people and voices, but not noisy.

Qingshiban Road, the vegetable market in early spring is also full of freshness, Su Qinian drives, the sound of horseshoes is clear, and the urchin who is playing seems to have never seen such a high-headed horse, circling around the carriage, but dare not really near.

The children looked at Su Qinian's green iron sword sheathed behind his back, and made no secret of their envy and longing.

The rivers and lakes are gone in the dream of the rivers and lakes, and the world does not know the suffering of the rivers and lakes.

Su Qinian sighed in his heart, the dream of a teenager, in this chaotic world surrounded by monsters, the world is chaotic, and only those who really set foot in it will understand.

Jianghu dreams, many times have to pay the price of life.

Su Qinian stayed in Xianxia Town for one night because of the exhaustion of boats and cars. It wasn't that he couldn't hold it, but that the eight-year-old girl couldn't hold it. In the past ten days, she seldom slept peacefully and hugged the old man. The palm of her hand refused to let go. Compared with the soul-departing master weaponsmith, the little girl's muscles and bones have not yet grown up, and she can't bear the nourishment of the primordial energy of the world. She can only rely on blood to maintain her vitality.

On this day, the little girl fell into a sound sleep almost fainted, but she still held the old man's hand tightly and did not let go.

The inn in the small town is not big, a little old, but very clean. At dusk, Su Qinian ordered a pot of tea and sat by the window. The tea was cloudy and misty, picked from the top of Tianmu Mountain not far away. The fragrance is slightly tender, fresh and enters the lungs.

Suddenly, Su Qinian frowned slightly, and saw a sudden flow of people in the originally peaceful town, most of them were young and middle-aged, all of them had their eyes shining and gathered towards the entrance of the town.

"What a fairy, you actually came to my Xianxia Town, but you are really jealous, and you are actually blind."

"But the calculations are accurate. These days, there are a few fortune-tellers who don't use their words to read their words, and they don't have half a bucket of water. It's rare to have such a blind female gentleman."

"It's good to calculate your fortune. If you can't, look at the face like a fairy. It's a pity. If you have a background and are not blind, you can go to the draft. As long as you enter the enclosure of the Chang'an City Palace, you may not be able to become one step by step in the future." My lord."

In the inn, the shopkeeper chatted with Xiaoer, and after a few words of confession, they also left the door.

In the dark, the spiritual power in the ancestral orifice court was slightly rippling, Su Qinian got up, left half a pot of tea, and walked out of the inn.

Zhenzikou.

A small elm table, a bench, and a flag erected in front of the table, on which were written four large characters in unreadable seal script: "Words can be followed!"

What a big breath!

Su Qinian's eyes jumped over the fortune-telling banner, and then fell on a graceful and slender figure in front of the elm table.

A beautiful woman dressed in purple, with black hair like a waterfall, and a nose like jade, especially those pink lips, with an unspeakable charm and temptation in the dust.

The woman's legs are slender, uneven, and her breasts are full. The only thing that makes people feel uncomfortable is the pair of closed eyes, the long eyelashes tremble slightly, and a slender jade finger is pointing at the palm of a farmer right now, looking at the crops. Han's body trembled a little, he didn't know how much luck was born in his heart.

The woman in purple clothes is about twenty-nine Fanghua, she counts very seriously, until the beginning of the next month, most of the people leave scatteredly, some young people are still a little bit reluctant, but they still grit their teeth and leave in the end, because their own mother-in-law is not waiting. Gritting teeth in the distance, the willow tree that has just sprouted buds beside it has lost many branches and leaves due to robbery.

Su Qinian walked forward slowly, came to the booth and sat down.

He looked at the closed eyes of the woman in purple, and said, "Closing your eyes can be the fate of the world?"

"This young man is joking. The little girl was born blind. Fortune-telling is just a family tradition, and it's just a living."

The woman in purple smiled, her smile was so bright that she seemed to be able to outshine the rising moonlight, and said softly: "I don't know what the young master is."

"It's the way forward."

Su Qinian said, at the same time, the spiritual power enveloped the four directions, and even the soul-stimulating technique was activated, penetrating into the woman's ancestral orifice, and there was nothing, just like ordinary people's dark starry sky.

"The way forward?" The purple-clothed woman pondered, "Use the palm of my son."

Su Qinian stretched out his hand, and the fingertips, which were as white as jade, fell on the palm of his hand. It was a little cold, but also warm. Su Qinian's heart throbbed, and he was startled. He was about to run "Ecstasy Dafa" to calm his restless mind, but the next moment, The woman withdrew her fingertips and frowned slightly.

"Can't figure it out."

Su Qinian raised his finger to point at the fortune-telling banner, and said, "If you can't figure it out, how can you call it a follower of words."

The woman in purple still smiled and said: "If you can't figure it out, you can't open your mouth. If you figure it out, you will naturally say what you say."

It turned out to be the case.

Su Qinian got up, put down a silver ingot weighing two taels, and left without looking back.

The moonlight poured down like water, and the purple-clothed woman got up, and she stood bathed in the moonlight, as if she would fly into the sky at any moment and climb onto the bright moon.

Then, she grabbed the fortune-telling banner and turned to face Su Qinian in the opposite direction. Her steps were slow, but she quickly walked out of the town and disappeared into the vast mountains.

Who is it?

In front of the inn, Su Qinian stopped and turned to look in the direction where the purple-clothed woman was leaving. He was sure that it was no accident that this woman came to Xianxia Town. Was it because of his own chance, or was it intentional?

Even if there is no abnormality in the other party's ancestral orifice, Su Qinian will not believe that the other party is really just a fortune teller who travels around, at least, in the vast wilderness, if he can't walk for a day, he will be hidden by a beast or The monster eats so much that there are not even bones left.

The most important thing is that before his mental power gave birth to an induction, the source was the embryonic form of the true meaning of "Sword of Life" that was nurtured by the spiritual power, and there was a vague taste of rejection and hostility.

Jiuyou's fourth kill?

Su Qinian nodded, then shook his head again, it is really hard to fathom the land of Jiuyou, which is longer than the history of the Han dynasty.

the next day.

The morning sun was just rising, and the little girl woke up in a daze. She glanced at the grandfather beside her, and then she breathed a sigh of relief, and held the old man's hand even tighter.

The group of three soon went on the road again, passed Xianxia Town, and within a day or two, crossed Jiangnan Road and entered the land of Jianghuai.

There are many plum rains in the Jianghuai area, and there are many rains during the Qingming Festival.

Jianghuai Road, Yangzhou.

There has always been an old saying in the Han Dynasty that the fireworks go down to Yangzhou in March.

At the end of March, spring is warm and flowers are blooming in Yangzhou. The city of Yangzhou is full of voices, pavilions, pavilions, silk brocades, ancient bridges and flowing water. There are even scholars who are boating on the canal, reciting poems and composing, leaning on the red and nestling in the green.

As a state capital, the weather in Yangzhou City is smooth and the weather is smooth, and the people are peaceful. Even in the suburbs, it is rare to hear evil spirits.

Driving into the city in a horse-drawn carriage, Su Qinian showed the badge of the alternate Dragon Guard, and the soldiers defending the city did not dare to neglect and let them go.

But Su Qinian sighed in his heart, he must be prepared for danger in peace, all the soldiers guarding the gate are in good health, although they are full of blood, they are all empty fire, kung fu of the bones and marrow, without the majesty and momentum of the gate guards at all.

The city of Yangzhou was full of flowers, and even the taciturn little girl along the way opened a corner of the curtain curiously and looked out cautiously.

……

In the western suburbs of Yangzhou City, Daming Temple.

An ancient temple with a thousand years standing in the misty rain in March, the bells ringing distantly, and the sound of economic rotation is endless.

In the back hall of Daming Temple, in a quiet Buddhist temple.

An old gray-robed monk sat cross-legged on the futon, his long eyebrows fell to the ground, and the thickly pulped red sandalwood fish in front of him hummed without knocking.

"Master Xuming's uncle."

Outside the meditation room, a young monk in bright yellow robes walked in, saluted together, and handed over a letter.

The gray-robed old monk opened a pair of cloudy and dim eyes, but he didn't see him unpacking it, so he sighed. The letter in his hand ignited without fire, and quickly turned into ashes.

The young monk looked at the old monk in front of him, his eyes couldn't hide his admiration and longing. This one in front of him was the only surviving eminent monk of his generation in Daming Temple. It was rumored that he had lived to be nearly two hundred years old, as early as more than a hundred years ago. , to prove the Dao Primordial Spirit, and reach the top realm.

He hasn't made a move for more than a hundred years, but the young monk has no doubts that this master uncle's skill level is so deep that it has already surpassed otherworldly.

The young monk remembered that when he was still a young novice, he once asked his master how many years his uncle had lived, and how many more years he could live. .”

"Go."

When the old monk didn't speak, a voice sounded in the young monk's mind. He just felt that when he read Buddhist scriptures in the past, all kinds of incomprehensible barriers suddenly became clear.

Looking up at the continuous spring rain and the gloomy sky, the gray-robed old monk, the only one left in the Daming Temple, sighed. Then, he didn't move, a faint golden light flashed, and a slender and young figure stepped out of his body. .

This is a young monk who looks about eighteen or nine years old. He is dressed like a monk in ink, and his appearance is very similar to that of the old monk in gray robe. Indifferently, he glanced at the gray-robed old monk sitting cross-legged in front of him, and said coldly: "Finally let me out, is this to repay the karma?"

"Amitabha." The gray-robed old monk said nothing, just closed his eyes and whispered the Buddha's name.

"Hmph! Fake fame and fame, fake benevolence!"

The young monk sneered and said, "But since it's out, how can it be done without some blood, I hope you won't let me down."

After finishing speaking, he ignored the old monk, and the young monk turned around. He took a step, and a black bodhi leaf grew under his feet. (Ask for a monthly pass. Genuine subscription is the greatest support for Shibu! It’s the end of the month, so please vote if you have a monthly pass. The next small climax is coming, and the story behind it must be even more exciting)

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