The Legend of Swing Sword and Execution of Demons

Chapter 136 [Eight-Armed Yaksha] Holding the Hand

The rustling sound of the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves adds a bit of sensuality to the silent world.

Listening to the falling leaves in autumn, even a very happy person will feel desolate and desolate, not to mention that the old man has just left, and the sadness will add to the desolation, which will only make it more sad.

On the edge of a raised mound in the flat ground, two figures, one black and one white, were flying up and down, causing gusts of wind.

The autumn wind is more prosperous, and the sand and stones are dancing.

On the edge of the mound, a long strip of wood that had just been shaved from new wood was shaking, and the neat handwriting carved on it was difficult to see clearly.

The black shadow kept dodging.

Shiro Shadow was clenching his teeth tightly.

A closer look at the two's movements and steps reveals that they are exactly the same, and they are indistinguishable from each other.

The black shadow could have pulled away, but it seemed to be bound by an invisible chain. No matter what, after leaving the mound five or six feet away, he would inevitably approach the mound again in a detour.

Then, he was forced to leave the mound again, and then approach the mound again, and the cycle repeated.

From this point of view, the white shadow seems to be the guardian of the mound, as long as the black shadow approaches, it will recklessly drive it away.

Although it is not considered a barren mountain, this place is considered inaccessible. This mound does not seem to be unique. The soil and rocks on it are as new as before. It is definitely not a place where ancient treasures are buried. What is its charm? What makes this side of the mound so yearning and sticking to?

pat!

The long wooden blocks finally had difficulty standing firm in the "gale wind" and fell forward.

The black and white figure standing next to it stopped at the same time because of the slight sound, looked sideways, and did not move.

Closer to the mound is a man in white, with delicate features and delicate features. He seems to be young, but he is in his thirties. He is dressed as a scholar and looks gentle and elegant, with a wine gourd around his waist, which looks out of place.

Another man in a black robe looks more like a woman, with long hair and shawls, under the delicate eyebrows of a lady are a pair of magnificent dark purple eyes, his skin is fairer than snow, and he seems to be slightly shining, he is born evil and charming But he is still childish, and he is only twenty-eight years old.

The black-robed man stared at the wooden plank lying down, tears welling up in his eyes, and his twitching thin lips made people feel pity.

He moved an inch toward the mound, and the white-clothed scholar over there moved an inch toward him.

He dismissed the idea of ​​approaching the mound, turned his eyes to the white-clothed scholar, opened and closed his trembling lips with difficulty, and said in a trembling voice: "Senior brother, Shanbo knows that he is young, his knowledge is not as good as yours, his insight is not as good as yours, and his understanding is better." Not as good as you, the master has given you all the things he has learned in his life, and Shanbo has no desire to fight for the inheritance of the mantle, so he does not pose any threat to the senior brother. Now, the master died of a serious illness and has not yet rested. Why did the brother come to the master's tomb? The brother-in-law incident makes it difficult for the master to die? Shan Bo is puzzled, please let the brother tell you a thing or two."

The black-robed man who claimed to be Shanbo was staring at the white-clothed scholar, his eyes were blurred by tears. He couldn't believe it. Just before a cup of tea, when he carved the words on the tombstone and inserted it into the tomb, this man The senior brother who is more than ten years older than him would kill him from behind. If he hadn't been keenly aware of the wind from his side and turned around to dodge, he might be buried here with his master.

The white-clothed scholar chuckled slightly, and said, "Master and senior brother have taught you a lot during the day. As long as you are in the rivers and lakes, sometimes even breathing is wrong. If someone wants to kill you, you must run away or be killed." , or kill the person who wants to kill you, the rest of the words are all empty talk."

Shanbo was startled and furious when he heard the words, clenched his fists and said: "My fellow..."

Before Shanbo could spit out the following words, the white-clothed scholar interrupted his words: "What about the friendship of the same family? The master never taught you that it is always the people around you who will give you a fatal blow?"

Shanbo's mind was in turmoil, and he was speechless for a long time. After he regained his composure, he said slowly, "Then the master's death?"

"Master's death is indeed his old illness, and has nothing to do with me."

"My existence... really hinders you?"

"It would be untrue to say no."

"The third lady of the Yin family will go to Youjing, the capital city, in the near future. The Yin family can send a guard and a maid to accompany her. Miss Yintai is talented and proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. After entering the palace, she started as a palace maid. But with his looks and talents, sooner or later he will be a nobleman in the palace, and his guard maids will also be contaminated with wealth and honor, senior brother, is it because of this that he took my life?"

"I don't have any expectations for glory and wealth, but I have been wandering in the grass and fields for decades, and I am quite looking forward to the grand scene of the palace. I really want to take this opportunity to learn more."

"...Brother, if you have such an idea, go talk to the master of the Yin family."

"That old bone is not a heartless and ungrateful person. After the little girl enters the palace, no matter whether she is rich or honored or lonely and old, she will be ruined under the high wall of the imperial court in this life. I will respect the little girl's last wish."

"Since that's the case, brother asked Shanbo to bow his head three times to the master. After paying his last respect, Shanbo will go away from now on and never appear in Yin's house, nor in front of senior brother!"

The white-clothed scholar remained silent, as if acquiescing to Shan Bo's statement.

Then, Shan Bo moved, but the scholar in white didn't move.

Shan Bo walked past the white-clothed scholar, but the white-clothed scholar remained motionless.

When he was about to kneel down for the third time, the sound of applause sounded in his ears again, Shan Bo's heart was half cold.

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Yinjia is an ordinary small family.

Yin He, the master of the Yin family, has a bosom friend with Gui Wuwei, the leading hidden weapon master in the world.

Gui Wushen was plagued by old illnesses, and knew that time was running out, so in the past few months, he brought Yi Wusheng and Shanbo, one big and one small disciples, to the Yin's house for a long time, just talking about his present life for the sake of homophonic harmony. , to spend the last time.

Coincidentally, Shanbo and Yintai, who are about the same age, unknowingly became a pair of young bosom friends.

The peaceful days are always broken inadvertently.

There are three daughters in the Yin family's mansion, and the youngest daughter, Yintai's excellence, was introduced to the capital for some reason. A few days ago, she received the imperial decree from the imperial court.

Just at this time, Gui Wu guessed that his time had come, so he ordered his two apprentices to follow him to a secluded place two days in advance, and buried him quietly after he passed away.

Unexpectedly, at the moment after he was buried in the earth, a scene of fratricide between the same family was staged.

Shan Bo was seriously injured and fled, and disappeared in the rivers and lakes for a while.

Yi Wusheng got what he wanted, and accompanied Yintai to Youjing.

However, it seems to be God's will, the journey to Youjing is not smooth, and encounters a bandit along the way.

None of the officers and soldiers survived. It was rumored that Yintai stumbled and fell off a cliff while fleeing. His life and death were uncertain, while Yi Wusheng was missing.

Shanbo didn't know where he heard about the catastrophe of Yintai's trip, so he rushed to the bottom of the cliff in the starry night to search for the trace of Yintai.

Concerned about it, he was confused, and he, who had not closed his eyes for three days and three nights, was finally exhausted and passed out by the side of the stream stone...

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"woke up?"

Shan Bo, who seemed to have been sleeping in the chaos for a long time, vaguely heard such a soft voice.

Opening his eyes mistyly, dragging a small half of a bamboo knot with one hand, gently pinching the green leaf with the other hand, and carefully pouring sweet juice and jade dew into his mouth, who is it if it's not the Yintai that haunts him in his dreams?

Thousands of words are close to his lips, but he is unable to spit out a few words.

He wanted to smile at her.

Or because of eating for many days, the facial muscles are very stiff, he grinned, showing an ugly smile that has nothing to do with this delicate skin, the final failure of the finishing touch is nothing like this.

"You came for me?" asked the audio station, knowing that he was unable to answer.

For the first time, he stared at her eyes and her jade hands without any shyness or shyness, smiling and smiling all the time.

Despite that smile, it was still so ugly.

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The fate of bamboo horses and green plums is not exhausted, and thousands of rivers and mountains are here for Qing.

But teach the world to be chaotic, hold your hand to the end of the world, Liang Zhuqing.

(End of this chapter)