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Cut off the root of troubles, but there are thousands of sorrows.

He Xie's hand holding the sword is steady, and his eyes are firm.

He knew that it would be painful later.

And he was somewhat ashamed.

Although it was not his own, and he had spares, after all, he was going to live an unfettered life for a long time to come.

However, if he wants this iron rod, it is useless for the time being...

So let it go to dust.

The old does not go, the new does not come.

And as long as he learns martial arts from all over the world in the future, he may not be able to find a way to overcome the drawbacks of the swordsmanship for warding off evil spirits. At that time, he may not have to be unfettered in this world.

Men still need to have fetters, not too unruly.

He Xie overcame many psychological obstacles, took a deep breath, and swung down with a sword!

this sword,

kill chicken,

No egg retrieval!

Seven days later.

Outside the city gate of Fuzhou, a group of knights rode out of the city on horseback.

The team of knights did not stop at all, and went straight east along the official road, leaving only a trail of smoke and dust.

After they were far away, a blue-robed scribe suddenly flashed out from behind a tree outside the city gate, and looked at the figures of the knights thoughtfully.

The scribe's face was ruddy, and he looked like he was only in the age of innocence. The five long beards under his jaw added a bit of an air of indifference to him.

Behind the scribe, there was a middle-aged man with gray beard and twinkling eyes. At this moment, he bowed his body and clasped his fists and said, "Master, this old thief Yu Canghai has been searching for so many days and still found nothing. It seems that he has given up completely. "

The scribe's expression was stern: "Yu Guanzhu is also a grandmaster of a generation, and the leader of a dignified faction. It is the so-called gentleman who does not speak evil. Denuo, just now such contemptuous words, don't say it again in the future."

These two are the head of the Huashan Sect, Yue Buqun, and the second disciple, Laudenuo.

Yue Buqun arrived in Fuzhou seven days ago, and he has been secretly monitoring the Qingcheng faction for the past few days.

Laudno said respectfully: "Teacher remember the teachings of Master."

Yue Buqun nodded slightly and said: "De Nuo, count the days, Lingshan and the others should have passed Ji'an, you should rush to meet them, then go to Hengyang together, and wait for your uncle Liu Zhengfeng's golden basin to wash your hands. Dadian, you are a prudent person, remember to watch over the younger brothers and sisters, and don’t let them cause trouble.”

Laudno respectfully said yes, and then said suspiciously: "Then master, you..."

Yue Buqun said sternly: "Originally, the grievances between the Qingcheng faction and the Fuwei Escort are complicated, and outsiders should not interfere, but my Huashan faction is a chivalrous person, even if I have never had any dealings with the Fuwei Escort, I can't sit back and watch such a tragic incident. Ignore it. For the master, I decided to follow Yu Canghai secretly, waiting for the opportunity to rescue Lin Zhennan and his wife, and set the right path for the martial arts."

Laudno had a look of admiration on his face and cupped his hands: "If Lin Shi knew that Master and them had never known each other, but still ran for them for the character of chivalry, he would definitely feel sorry for them."

Yue Buqun waved his hand lightly, and said with a reserved smile, "Okay, let's go."

After watching Laudno leave, Yue Buqun's face gradually became serious.

He glanced back at Fuzhou City, hesitated slightly, and finally, dodged behind the tree.

After a while, a horse galloped into the official road and disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.

Three hours later, on an ancient tree with horned branches not far from the city gate, He Xie dexterously jumped down from the tree and let out a long breath.

If he guessed correctly, the Qingcheng faction and Huashan faction should have all withdrawn. Even if there are people who stay on duty, it shouldn't be a big problem for him.

His face was slightly pale, with a look of qi and blood deficiency. The already thin body made him feel a little sicker.

These seven days were definitely a nightmarish experience, and He Xie hoped that he would never think of it again in the future.

This is the second most painful memory he doesn't want to remember!

Killing chickens is really a technical job.

He Xie did not have this technique, and the next day he started to have a high fever. As a last resort, he spent 10 yuan again to heal the injury directly.

But it was worth it, because on the third day he was able to move freely.

For the past four days, he has come to investigate outside the city gate every day. In fact, the day before yesterday, all the patrolling members of the Qingcheng faction had withdrawn. Yesterday afternoon, another group of knights dressed as disciples of the Qingcheng faction left in a mighty manner. Fuzhou Prefecture.

However, out of caution, He Xie still waited an extra day. It turned out that his caution was completely correct. Yu Canghai, the old fox, was really playing tricks with him.

What made He Xie's heart tremble even more was the blue-shirted scribe who was not far from him before!

This person is obviously also secretly watching the Qingcheng faction's every move!

He Xie recognized the gray-bearded middle-aged man beside the scribe.

The identity of this blue-shirted scribe is ready to be revealed!

He Xie stared at Fuzhou City, retreated step by step, and disappeared into the forest in a short while.

Two days later, in the evening, a woodcutter with a pock-marked face and a ruff on his head walked into Fuzhou City with a bundle of firewood on his back.

It is He Xie!

He Xie sat in the temple, closed his eyes and rested, until the watchman knocked on the watch three times before he went out quietly.

This house was abandoned by the Lin family for decades. Even in Fuzhou City, not many people knew that this house belonged to the Lin family, so it was no wonder that Yu Canghai didn't know it existed at all.

This is a big mansion with four entrances and four exits. He Xie took advantage of the moonlight to check each house one by one, but he only glanced at the layout of the room at the door or through the window, and then passed by without looking, so the speed of the search Still fast.

When He Xie searched the northwest corner of the yard, he looked into a room through the window, and was instantly delighted—this is it!

This is a dilapidated Buddhist hall with cobwebs all over it, and a thick layer of dust has fallen. Obviously, no one has visited it for a long time.

The furnishings in the Buddhist hall are very simple, and there is a mottled ink painting hanging in the center on the wall opposite the door. It is vaguely recognizable that the painting is an image of an eminent monk facing his back. Obviously, the figure in the painting is Buddha Menda. Master Mo, the painting is an allusion of his nine years of facing the wall.

There is a broken futon on the ground in the center of the Buddhist hall. The wooden fish in front of the futon can no longer be seen.

He Xie pushed open the door and entered, looking around for a week, feeling quite emotional.

Who would have thought that the magical treasures that people in the martial arts dream of would be hidden in such an inconspicuous place?

He Xie's eyes fell on the portrait of Bodhidharma, only to see that his left hand behind his back seemed to be holding a seal, and his fingertips were pointing in the direction of the roof.

He Xie didn't make light effort, since he couldn't swept up to the roof, but he prepared for this moment for a long time.

He took out a bundle of rope from his waist, the same rope he had used to bind firewood.

Winding the rope around the beam ~lightnovelpub.net~ tied a slipknot, He Xie tried to pull it, then jumped up suddenly, and the next moment, he sat on the beam!

He groped for a while on the beam, and his heart gradually sank...

No, no?

Damn, what are you kidding? The old man is castrated!

He took a deep breath to calm himself down, looked at the portrait again, then drew his sword and slammed it out at the roof that Bodhidharma pointed to in the painting!

Boom!

Amidst the falling sand and dust, a mass of red objects slowly fell, which was particularly eye-catching under the moonlight.

He Xie was certain, grabbed the rope and flew down, grabbing the red thing in the air.

This is a cassock. The fabric is like brocade but not brocade, which is very strange. He Xie spread out the back of the cassock and looked at the moonlight. At first glance, he saw eight striking characters written on it—

"If you want to practice magic, you must first go to the palace!"