My enemies became my companions

Chapter 433: Not a Thousand Miles Away (Two in One)

Four human brokers and a snake demon named Bai Fuzi who wanted to use living people to make medicine were all killed by Min Ning's sword.

Only then did Min Ning pick up the silk cloth and carefully wipe the blood off the sword to make it clean.

This sword was taken from an unknown peak with the guidance of Zhuo Yu shortly after entering Shu.

It is said that it was left by a sword wizard when he was young. He originally wanted to use the thunder on the peak to temper the sword. However, when he looked back, his state of mind was completely different from the past, and he no longer had the intention to wield the sword, so he left it here, waiting for the right person.

The sword sank into the steep cliffs. While climbing the cliff, the wind was howling and Min Ning almost fell off the cliff several times. Now when he closed his eyes, he could still hear the sound of thunder. The most dangerous time was when the huge rock beside him was directly shattered.

This sword was hard to come by, and Min Ning named it "Fengyun" because of the inscription on the sword.

A burst of energy and clouds, a sword opens three lights, these short eight characters reveal a heroic spirit. Only a man of great vigor would engrave such words on his face, and Min Ning happened to be young enough.

After wiping the blood off the sword, Min Ning took some water from the water tank to wash it, then walked in the direction where Master Bai had taken the two children away, towards the cave of the small building.

The door was not locked. I guess Master Bai wanted to deal with them all together and then drag them in.

Min Ning pushed the door open and walked in, it was pitch black inside.

After walking through the long corridor, the space became a little more spacious.

There was a faint sound of wind.

call!
Min Ning raised his palm almost at the moment the wind blew, and instantly slapped a pair of tender wrists. The girl screamed in pain, and a sharp stone fell to the ground.

Min Ning extended his palm again.

Xiao Li'er's eyes were filled with tears due to the pain, but she still raised her eyes stubbornly, relying on the faint light to see the man's face clearly and carefully. Even if she had to turn into a ghost with great resentment, she would still take revenge!
The palm was getting closer and bigger, almost covering her field of vision. At that moment, the girl's mind went blank, and all the hatred, resentment and pain disappeared. Only fear remained, covering her endlessly, the fear of impending death.

Xiao Li'er suddenly closed her eyes.

Tears splashed out.

After a while, she felt a strange touch on her forehead and opened her eyes in a daze.

I saw the man touching her head with one hand, with a big smile on his face, looming in the darkness.

This always strong girl stood there in a daze.

Then he burst into tears.

…………

Little Li'er cried for a long time.

Min Ning did not ask the girl to stop talking, but just stayed quietly by the side without saying a word. She knew that at this time, she should cry out loud. If she kept it in her heart, she was afraid that her heart would be broken.

When her parents passed away one after another, she was very strong at first. At night, she would hug her sister and cry until she was almost dizzy and fainted.

After a long, long time, Xiao Li'er finally stopped crying.

"Come out…"

Xiao Li'er said.

Her younger brother Xiao Xiaer crawled out from the shadows. He didn't cry, but maybe he had cried too much along the way, so he came over to help his sister wipe away her tears.

Min Ning finally asked: "What are your names?"

Along the way, in order to avoid arousing suspicion and causing trouble for Zhao Yuanwang and his group, she had not shown much concern for the two children.

The girl said with a nasal voice after crying:
"My name is Qingli... My brother's name is Qingxia."

Min Ning nodded and didn't ask more questions.

As for the origins of the two children, she heard a lot from the conversations of Zhao Yuanwang and his party along the way, supplemented by some speculations, she learned that the two children were abandoned in a Buddhist temple when they were young. They didn't know who their parents were, and they didn't even leave behind any tokens such as jade pendants for recognition. The boy was just born at the time, and the girl was about three or four years old. Perhaps they still had some memories of their parents, but they were just vague reflections.

The monks in the Buddhist temple raised the two men and tested their talents. They were shocked to find that they were extraordinary. One of them was a Taoist and the other was a Buddha. Moreover, both of them were innate, not acquired through practice. The abbot did not want the two to waste their talents, but was also afraid of being guilty of possessing a treasure, so he wrote a letter and sent it to Mount Emei, a famous and upright sect in Shu, asking the two to become his disciples.

However, they never expected that the news would leak out, and they were ambushed along the way. Several monks in the group were killed by those four men, who also had to sell the two children to Master Bai as agreed.

"He didn't do anything to you?"

Min Ning looked around and found that the place was unexpectedly spacious, not at all like an ordinary cellar, and quite deep.

Little Li'er recalled, "He tied us up and left us here and left. I used a stone to cut the rope. Before he left, he said that the two of us, the Taoist and Buddha seeds, could refine the 'Sword Pill' he wanted."

Sword ball?

It's not that Min Ning has never heard of this word.

The so-called sword pill is the sword intent condensed on cinnabar, gold and stone. The mysterious energy of heaven and earth is captured to make sword energy, which is completely internalized in the pill. It is sharp enough to cut iron like mud and soft enough to wrap around the finger. The best sword pill has five-colored divine light, which can sweep away everything.

"But Master Bai doesn't use a sword, so where does the sword energy come from to condense the sword pill?"

Min Ning couldn't help but mutter.

Just when I was wondering, I heard the voice of Yu:
"That's not his sword intention."

Min Ning raised his eyebrows slightly. Zhuo Yu would take the initiative to speak, which meant that there must be a mystery here.

So, she followed up with the question and asked, "So... there is some sword energy left here?"

"It's deep down."

Min Ning nodded slightly, turned to the two children and said:
"Stay here for a while while I go to the depths to take a look."

Naturally, the two children did not dare to run around. They nodded obediently and watched Min Ning leave.

The corridor was extremely dark, with patches of moss growing along the walls. Min Ning saw a mouse running across the ground, so he took out a tinder from his bosom and lit it to illuminate the room.

As we walked deeper, we saw more black marks on the ground and a slight fishy smell. They were all bloodstains.

Min Ning frowned slightly.

When she went deeper, it was deep wrinkles.

The space in front of him widened, and the ground was covered with blood. A huge knife fell to the side, leaving a red stain. When he got closer, he saw the uneven outlines in the depths, which were piled up with white bones. Squeaking mice passed through the eye sockets of the skulls, and there were also broken hairs on the ground.

If you look more closely at these bones, you'll find they're all very small.

I don't know how many boys and girls died at his hands...

Min Ning clenched his fists.

It would be too cheap to die like this.

A huge alchemy furnace stood in the center of the space. It was made entirely of copper and had fairy purple cloud patterns carved on it. The furnace had three ears. When Min Ning approached, he could see mottled and rusty inscriptions.

"Ten thousand gods are lined up, white veins are flowing. Cinnabar is shining, lead and mercury are condensed. The body is in the human world, but the spirit is already wandering in the sky..."

Min Ning always felt that there was some mystery in this scripture, but he had read very few poetry and books, so he couldn't figure it out.

Zhuo Yu then asked, "Quanzhen Sect?"

"Do you recognize these words?" "They are from the Fifteen Essays on Chongyang's Founding of a Religious Church."

"Chongyang... Wang Chongyang?" Min Ning had heard of the name of this founder of Quanzhen Sect. She glanced at the alchemy furnace and continued, "It seems that Master Bai used the alchemy furnace of Quanzhen Sect to refine the sword pills. Are the sword intentions... deeper?"

"That should be the case, but..." Zhuo Yu said slowly, "Have you ever thought about... why he uses living people to refine the sword pill?"

Min Ning thought hard and said, "I haven't thought about it."

Now that Zhuo Yu had said that, Min Ning was somewhat confused. It was indeed unbelievable that he wanted to use someone to refine sword pills.

“…If there is no foundation, even if there is sword intent, it cannot become a sword ball.”

"What do you mean?"

"The sword inside gradually gained spirituality, almost like a living thing."

The rain slowly revealed.

Min Ning's expression was condensed. A spiritual sword intent? This was the first time she had heard of it. What was deeper than this? That made Master Bai obsessed with refining the sword pill.

Thinking of the piles of bones and the slaughter of boys and girls he had seen along the way, Min Ning could not help but clench his fists. If the sword intent inside gradually became spiritual and almost alive, then it was not impossible that it was in cahoots with Master Bai.

Furthermore, since the alchemy furnace of the Quanzhen Taoist priest is here, then this Master Bai... is he connected with some hypocritical people? Is there a mastermind behind the refining of the sword pill?

"None of the bull's noses is a good thing."

Min Ning muttered to himself.

Zhuo Yu: “…”

After a moment, Min Ning reacted and explained:
"I'm not talking about you. I'm talking about others, such as those hypocritical people I killed along the way, and the rebellious people like Princess Jing who disregard the worldly affairs."

Zhuo Yu did not hesitate, but just said:

"This depth seems to be a secret cave. I don't know where it leads to. Perhaps in a single thought, it could span a thousand miles."

"If you can get rid of the harm,"

Min Ning gazed into the depths,

"It's not a big deal, just one or two thousand miles."

………………

Today, Xi Que Pavilion conducted a large-scale search of Chongyang Temple.

"You want to go out through the west gate?"

The general glanced at the people traveling together. They were dressed simply and the donkey cart, which was two people tall, was wrapped in a thick cloth. He had no idea what was hidden inside.

Master Fang lowered his head and said timidly:
"Yes, let's go through the west gate to Sichuan. There are many brocade merchants there, and many of them can afford to hire us."

The officer guarding the gate didn't listen to a word. He waved his hand and asked several soldiers behind him to gather around him, and he tore open the thick cloth of the donkey cart.

Several large boxes appeared in front of him, along with several swords, staffs, spears, etc. neatly tied together. They were emitting a bone-chilling cold air, and one could tell at a glance that they had been sharpened.

"What's going on with these weapons?" the general asked, turning around.

Master Fang said cautiously: "We are a troupe of actors. Not only do we need to use it to perform, but even if we encounter a robber along the way, we can also use it to protect ourselves."

What he said made sense. The general frowned slightly, as if he was wondering whether he should let him go. Master Fang gave a look, and a pretty girl among the actors walked out and leaned softly towards him.

The fragrance filled the officer's nose, and his eyes became blurry for a moment. Then he saw Master Fang holding a small bag of silver and handing it to him, saying:

"It's just a small token of my appreciation, not a sign of respect, not a sign of respect."

The general put his hand on his waist, weighed the purse and said:
"Easy to say, easy to say."

It won't take long.

A long team appeared on the rugged mountain road, winding its way up the mountain. Master Fang walked at the front with a hunched back, looking up into the distance.

He sighed and said:

"After so many days of hard work, it finally came out."

As the words fell, the actors behind him all exhaled in one long breath, as if they had turned on a valve at the same time.

The sun is high in the sky and the sky is clear.

The sea of ​​clouds floated across the distant sky. They traveled all the way from Xiaoguan, dodging many pursuers along the way, until they reached Shan Tongcheng. They originally wanted to hide the truth and get out of the pass in one fell swoop, but they had to stop because of the matter of the Guyan Sword. The thrill of the period can be seen. Now that the heavy stone in everyone's heart has fallen, they noticed how melodious the birdsong in the mountains was.

A man who often plays the role of a stranger came forward and asked:
"Master, where are we going next?"

"We'll go to Jianmen Pass, and once we get there we'll be back to Jin territory. However, there's nothing dangerous along the way, and there are only three or four towns around. We'll mostly take wild roads, and even if the Magpie Pavilion comes to our attention, it'll be like looking for a needle in a haystack to find us in this mountain terrain."

Finally they got out of the danger-ridden Shantong City, and the Many-Faced Ghost's long-frowning brows relaxed. In this small county town, they had almost lost everything several times. Whether it was Xi Que Ge or Huang Jing and others, they could lose many times, but they could only lose once.

After hearing the reply from the Multi-Faced Ghost, Shengjiao also relaxed and looked back at Shantongcheng:

"It's a pity... those brothers and sisters."

The multi-faceted ghost never looked back, his eyes calmly said:
"If you eat this bowl of rice, you have to sell your life.

People, you have to have something to live for.”

Even if they finally got out of the city, they were not safe. They sacrificed too much, but the Many-Faced Ghost had a heart of stone. Although he was a little nervous, it was just a little bit.

Shengjiao lowered his head and said, "Master is right."

The Many-Faced Ghost pressed his head and continued, "The government is turbulent, the party is united to fight against the dissident, and the Prime Minister is now in a dilemma. Although the Prime Minister's surname is Wanyan, he has the heart to expand the country's borders, but other Wanyan family members are content to herd sheep and defend the land. With this border intelligence, the Prime Minister can report to His Majesty and stabilize Wanyan. As for the Lone Smoke Sword Wanyan Jing... It is rumored that he is the Prime Minister's son, but I don't know whether it is true or not."

Sheng Jiao said, "It's probably true. When the prime minister was hiding from his enemies, he abandoned his son in the wild and left a token with him."

"Forget it, forget it. I won't think too much about it. I believe he has gone far away."

The Many-Faced Ghost said so, and the Magpie Pavilion launched a large-scale search of Chongyang Temple. They took advantage of this opportunity to leave from the west gate along the Jinmen Mountain Road. Guyanjian was originally a third-rank warrior, and he was once a wolf boy, with a wild and unruly nature. After leaving the city, he left alone with the baby girl in his arms.

"A group of chivalrous men were played around by us, and Huang Jing, Tang Ze, Yun Longdao, Zhao Yan and others were killed. The people of Dayu have sacrificed a lot for the Lone Smoke Sword."

Thinking of this, the Many-Faced Ghost thought of Huang Jing's death outside Yuanfeng Tower and couldn't help but sneer:
"The Jianghu? After all the waves have washed away everything, it is nothing but a pile of loose sand."

I do not know how long it has been,

On the mountain road,

The wind howled.

The wind surged in, and rolling fallen leaves floated on the mountain path. The donkey turned its head away and snorted. The group of people couldn't help but slow down their pace. The old eyelids of the many-faced ghost drooped, and suddenly lifted up, only to see an inconspicuous black dot in the distance.

The flying dead leaves swirled and fell on the road, and were crushed to pieces under the sound of a crack. Suddenly, a man appeared on the Jinmen Mountain Road, carrying a sword and a knife, and walking on the leaves.

(End of this chapter)