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Xuancheng Prefecture, Ningguo County, Xianxia Town.

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

Xianxia Town is connected to the Miantianmu Mountains in the north, Tanggong Mountain in the south, the early spring is blue, the sun is soft, and a carriage is dusty, and it is quiet and noisy.

The bluestone road, the vegetable market in early spring also reveals a fresh and tender energy, Su Qinian drove, the sound of horses' hooves was crisp, and the naughty boy who had a game seemed to have never seen such a high-headed horse, circling around the carriage, but he didn't dare to really approach.

The children looked at the blue iron long knife sheathed behind Su Qinian's back, and did not hide the envy and yearning in their hearts.

The rivers and lakes go in their dreams, and the world does not know the bitterness of the rivers and lakes.

Su Qiannian sighed in his heart, a young dream, in this chaotic world surrounded by the demon clan, the rivers and lakes are chaotic, and only if you really set foot in it will you understand.

The dream of rivers and lakes is often the price of life.

The boat and car are tiring, Su Qinian stayed in this Xianxia Town for one night, not that he couldn't hold it, but the eight-year-old girl couldn't hold it, these ten days, she rarely slept peacefully, holding the old man's palm and refusing to let go, compared with the master soldier who left the soul, the little girl's muscles and bones have not yet grown, and she can't bear the nourishment of the primordial qi of heaven and earth, and can only rely on blood and grain to maintain her vitality.

On this day, the little girl almost fell asleep as if she had fainted, but the hand holding the old man was still tight and did not let go.

The inn in the town is not big, a little old, but very clean, and at dusk, Su Qiannian asked for a pot of tea. Sitting at the window, the tea is cloudy. Picked from the top of Tianmu Mountain not far away, it is a new tea before the Qingming Festival. The tea fragrance is slightly tender, fresh and enters the lungs.

Su Qiannian frowned slightly, and saw that there was a sudden surge of people in the originally quiet town, most of them were young and middle-aged, and their eyes were shining and they were converging towards the entrance of the town.

"It's really a fairy, I actually came to my Xianxia Town, but I was really jealous. He was blind. ”

"But it's a first-class accurate, this year's head physiognomy fortune teller, a few of them are not observant, and there is no half bucket of water, it is rare to have such a blind female gentleman. ”

"It's good to calculate your fortune, but it's not good to look at the fairy-like face, but it's a pity, if you have a background, you're not blind. can go to the draft, as long as you enter the enclosure of the palace of Chang'an City, step by step in the future, you may not be able to become a nobleman. ”

In the inn. The shopkeeper and Xiao Er chatted, and after confessing a few words, they also went out.

In the dark. The spiritual power in the ancestral court rippled slightly, and Su Qinian got up. Leave half a pot of tea and walk out of the inn.

Zhenzikou.

A small elm table. A bench, a banner in front of the table, on which four large characters are written in an illegible seal: Words and Laws!

What a big breath!

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

A beautiful woman dressed in purple, green silk like a waterfall, a nose like jade, especially the pair of pink lips, with a trace of indescribable charm and temptation in the dust.

The woman's legs are slender, concave and convex, and her breasts are full, the only thing that makes people feel is that she has a pair of closed eyes, her long eyelashes tremble lightly, and a slender jade finger is in the palm of a farmer at this time.

The woman in purple is about twenty-nine Fanghua, she calculates very seriously, until the beginning of tomorrow, most of the people leave scattered, some young people are still a little reluctant, but after all, they still gritted their teeth and left, because their mother-in-law is gritting her teeth not far away, and the willow tree that has just pulled out the buds next to her does not know how many branches and leaves have been broken by the robbery.

Su Qinian stepped forward slowly and sat down in front of the stall.

He looked at the purple-clothed woman's closed eyes and said, "If you close your eyes, you can count the fate of the world?"

This son laughed, the little girl was born blind, and fortune-telling is just a family heirloom and easy to learn, just to make a living. ”

The woman in purple smiled, her smile was extremely bright, and she seemed to compare the rising moonlight, and said softly: "I don't know what the son is." ”

"Count the way forward. ”

Su Qi Nian said, at the same time, the spiritual power shrouded all directions, and even the soul deterrence technique operated, penetrating into the woman's ancestral divine court, and there was nothing, and the dark starry sky like ordinary people.

"Count the way forward?" the woman in purple muttered, "Borrow the palm of the son's palm." ”

Su Qiannian stretched out his hand, and his fingertips as white as jade fell to the palm of his hand, a little cold, but also warm, Su Qinian's heart throbbed, and he was shocked in his heart, and he was about to run the "Ecstasy Dafa" to calm his restlessness, but the next moment, the woman withdrew her fingertips and frowned slightly.

"I can't figure it out. ”

Su Qinian raised his finger and pointed to the fortune-telling banner and said, "If you can't calculate it, how can you call it a law." ”

The woman in purple still smiled and said: "If you can't figure it out, you can't open your mouth, and if you calculate it, you will naturally follow the law." ”

I see.

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

The moonlight was like water, pouring down, and the woman in purple got up, she stood bathed in the moonlight, and it seemed that she would fly into the sky at any time and ascend to the bright moon.

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

Who the hell is it?

In front of the inn, Su Qiannian stopped, turned to look at the direction of the woman in purple leaving, he was sure that this woman came to this Xianxia Town, it was not accidental, was it his own fate, or was the other party intentional?

Even if there is nothing unusual in the other party's ancestral court, Su Qinian will not believe that the other party is really just a physiognomist who travels all over the world, fortune tellers and word measurements, at least, in the vast wilderness, he will definitely not be able to walk for a day, and he will be eaten by hidden beasts or demon beasts to the point that there are no bones left.

The most important thing is that his spiritual power gave birth to induction before, but the source is the prototype of the true meaning of "The Knife of Retirement" conceived by mental power, and there is a vague taste of rejection and hostility.

The fourth kill of the Nine Shadows?

Su Qinian nodded, and shook his head again, this is a place of nine secluded places that is longer than the history of the Han Dynasty, and it is really difficult to guess.

The next day.

At the beginning of the rising sun, the little girl woke up in a daze, glanced at her grandfather beside her, and then breathed a sigh of relief, and held the old man's hand tighter.

The three of them quickly got on the road again, passed Xianxia Town, and within a day or two, they crossed Jiangnan Road and entered the land of Jianghuai.

There is a lot of plum rain in the land of Jianghuai, and it rains a lot during the Qingming Festival.

Jianghuai Road, Yangzhou.

There has always been an ancient saying in the Han Dynasty, which is called fireworks in Yangzhou in March.

At the end of March, Yangzhou spring flowers bloom, Yangzhou city is full of people, pavilions and pavilions, silk brocade, ancient bridges and flowing water, and more readers are boating on the canal, chanting poems against each other, leaning on the red and green.

As a state capital, Yangzhou city is smooth and rainy, the people are calm, even in the suburbs, it is rare to hear the demonic atmosphere, the city is rising, there is no curfew, the night is not closed, and the road is not left behind.

Driving the carriage into the city, Su Qinian showed the alternate dragon guard waist card, and the soldiers defending the city did not dare to slack off and let him go directly.

But Su Qiannian sighed in his heart, he had to think of danger when he was safe, the soldiers guarding the door were all blessed, although they were full of blood, they were all false fire, and the kung fu of the muscles and bones did not have the majesty and momentum of the gatekeepers at all.

Yangzhou City is full of flowers, and even the taciturn little girl Bunian along the way opened a corner of the curtain with some curiosity and looked out carefully.

......

The western suburbs of Yangzhou City, Daming Temple.

A thousand-year-old temple, standing in the smoke and rain in March, the bell rings far away, and the sound of Jinglun turning is endless.

The back hall of Daming Temple, a quiet Zen courtyard.

An old monk in a gray robe sat cross-legged on the futon, his long eyebrows fell to the ground, and the thick red sandalwood fish in front of him did not knock on himself.

"Void Master Uncle Ancestor. ”

Outside the meditation room, a young monk in bright yellow monk clothes walked in, saluted eleven times, and handed over a letter.

The gray-robed old monk opened a pair of cloudy and dim eyes, and he didn't see him open the seal, so he sighed, and the letter in his hand spontaneously combusted without fire, and quickly turned into ashes.

The young monk looked at the old monk in front of him, his eyes could not hide his reverence and longing, the one in front of him, but he was the only surviving monk of the Daming Temple, and it was rumored that he had lived for nearly two hundred years, as early as more than a hundred years ago, he preached the Tao of the Yuan Shen and ascended to the top of the realm.

He has not made a move for more than 100 years, but the young monk has no doubt that the depth of this uncle's skill realm has long been extraordinary.

The young monk remembered that when he was a little novice, he once asked the master how many years the old man had lived and how many years he could live, and the master shook his head and said with a smile: "Even if you sit down, the master and ancestor will still live for a long time." ”

"Go ahead. ”

I didn't see the old monk speak, and a voice sounded in the young monk's mind, only to feel that reading the Buddhist scriptures in the past, all kinds of incomprehensible barriers suddenly broke through, he was overjoyed, bowed again, and then turned around and carefully exited the Zen monastery.

Looking up at the continuous spring rain and the gray sky, the only remaining gray-robed old monk in Daming Temple sighed, and then, his body did not move, and with a faint flash of gold, a slender and young figure stepped out of his body.

This is a young monk who looks about eighteen or nine years old, dressed in an ink-like monk's robe, and his body is very similar to the gray-robed old monk, the only difference is that the gray-robed old monk's eyes are chaotic but peaceful, while the young monk's eyes are unruly and indifferent, he glanced at the gray-robed old monk sitting in front of him, and said coldly: "Finally willing to let me out, is this to repay the cause and effect?"

"Amitabha. The gray-robed old monk didn't say anything, just closed his eyes and whispered the Buddha's name.

"Hmph! Selling fame and reputation, fake benevolence!"

The young monk sneered: "But since it has come out, how can I do it without seeing some blood, I hope it will not disappoint me." ”

After speaking, no longer paying attention to the old monk, the young monk turned around, he took a step, and a dark Bodhi leaf was born under his feet, and he was far away for more than ten zhang in an instant, and then a few breaths, he walked out of Daming Temple. (Ask for a monthly pass, genuine subscription is the greatest support for ten steps!At the end of the month, everyone has a monthly pass, vote for it, the next small gao tide is coming, and the story behind must be more exciting) (To be continued.) )