The doors of the shops on both sides of the street were closed, and occasionally there were passers-by who looked sick, with sallow complexions and dark bags under their eyes.
When Xiao Yunfan walked to a courtyard, he heard miserable wailing coming from the main room. He was in a heavy mood and thought: "The people in these villages with a radius of hundreds of miles are all like this. Every household wears sackcloth and wears mourning. If the plague continues to spread like this, I don't know how many innocent people will die as a result.
He suddenly thought: "But I haven't seen a few beggars in the past few days. It's really strange. Could it be that this plague is really related to the Beggar Gang? But if the people of the Beggar Gang do this, they are seeking their own death. They rely on They are begging for food, and their parents are gone, so what do they eat and drink? Could it be that they have other agendas?
The plague is prevalent and all industries are ruined. The imperial court seems to be helpless. If this continues, the situation may be turbulent. If there is unrest in the Ming Dynasty, the Tatars from the north will invade, and the consequences will be disastrous. I, Xiao Yunfan, am a citizen of the Ming Dynasty. If I can't relieve the country's worries and solve the people's problems, what's the use of learning this skill? "
At this time, seven female nuns in white came forward. The leader was an old nun in his sixties, with a whisk in his arm. Among the nuns, Xiao Yunfan suddenly saw a face that was so beautiful and elegant that he could not help but feel his heart beating wildly. He walked forward and shouted loudly: "Qing'er, is that you?" The nun lowered her head and said, "The donor recognized the wrong person."
Xiao Yunfan grabbed the nun's arm with both hands and said, "Qing'er, I'm Xiao Yunfan, don't you recognize me anymore?" At this time, the nun beside him pointed at Xiao Yunfan and said, "Hey, let go quickly. You If you are rude to my junior sister again, don’t blame us for being rude."
The old nun wrinkled his white eyebrows and said, "Donor, please respect yourself." Xiao Yunfan ignored the old nun. He never dreamed that Qing'er, whom he thought about day and night, would become a nun. Xiao Yunfan said with tears in his eyes: "Qing'er, it's my fault. What did I do wrong? Tell me? Don't deny me."
Two lines of clear tears flowed down the nun's cheeks and she choked with sobs: "Donor, the past and the past are all gone with the wind. I am a poor nun, but I have a wise heart. Please respect yourself."
Xiao Yunfan rolled up his sleeves, and the faint tooth marks on his arms were still there. He said slowly: "Qing'er, have you seen it? I am Xiao Yunfan, your brother Xiao, you... you cried, do you know me, right? Do you have something to hide? Tell me, and I will figure it out. Seek justice for you. Tell Brother Xiao if someone is forcing you."
Feng Miaoqing raised her head, tears flashing on her long eyelashes, and she said quietly: "Donor, Huixin still has ritual work to do, please let go." Xiao Yunfan shook his head and said: "You ask me to let go, and I won't let go. "The nun on the side drew out her long sword and said: "You shameless person is harassing my junior sister, we have to take action."
Xiao Yunfan turned around, stared at everyone and said, "I'm talking to Qing'er, you'd better stay away from me." The old nun glanced at Xiao Yunfan and said, "Amitabha, donor, Huixin may have had an affair with you before. Due to the fate of this world, now that she has escaped into Buddhism, please don’t bother her anymore.”
Xiao Yunfan sneered and said: "Old nun, you won't let me pester you, but I insist on pestering you. What can you do to me?" The old nun held the whisk in his hand and said, "Since the donor insists on pestering me, I have no choice but to take action." Xiao Yunfan snorted coldly and said: "I want to take Qing'er away today, but I want to see which of you dares to stop me?"
The other five female nuns drew out their long swords and pointed them at Xiao Yunfan. The old nun said: "Huizhong, please step aside and let me come." Her sleeves and robes were blowing, and her figure jumped up. With a gentle flick of the fly whisk in his hand, thousands of soft silk threads came towards Xiao Yunfan.
Xiao Yunfan drew out his long sword with his backhand, straightened the sword and thrust it out. Feng Miaoqing's face was pale, and she stared blankly at the two of them fighting. The whisk in this old nun's hand was originally a weak weapon, but this old nun's internal strength was superb, and wherever her strength went, the whisk was danced by her like a spear.
Xiao Yunfan did not dare to neglect, and he fought with his long sword, blocking him from left to right, to neutralize the opponent's fierce offensive. The old nun bent his left arm and slapped out with his right palm. Xiao Yunfan drifted to the left, stretched out his long sword, and stabbed the Quchi point on her arm. The whisk's ten thousand strands of soft silk were twisted into one, wrapping around his sword like a snake.
The old nun shouted: "You still haven't withdrawn your hand?" Xiao Yunfan felt an extremely strong force coming from the long sword. The more ferocious the opponent became, the more it aroused the fighting spirit in his heart. The palm of his hand suddenly loosened, luck rested on the hilt of the sword, and the sword twisted on its own. The old nun was surprised and thought to himself: "Who is this young man? He actually has such superb internal strength."
The hilt of the sword kept twisting, and the strength coming from the fly whisk was actually resolved by him in this way. The old nun's arm shook violently, and Xiao Yunfan said: "If you don't withdraw your hand, don't blame me for being rude." The old nun used his left hand to move his strength up his arm. The old strength has not receded, but the new strength has arisen. At this time, the soft silk of the whisk was winding forward like a flower vine, and was about to wrap around Xiao Yunfan's wrist.
Xiao Yunfan held the hilt of the sword with his right hand and sent it forward. The soft silk on the whisk was no longer moving forward, but was condensed in it. The old nun made a circle with his right arm, but Xiao Yunfan moved his arm despite her, but the other party secretly used his skill, and for a moment there was nothing he could do. Xiao Yunfan thought to himself: "This old nun does have a problem. If I am troubled by him, I will not be able to take Qing'er away. No matter what today, I will fight hard."
The old nun's eyebrows moved and he pulled his arm back. The force of the grab was so fierce that Xiao Yunfan couldn't help but slide forward. He took a sharp breath, stood still on his feet, and took it back again. The sword couldn't resist the two men's physical pull, and actually broke into three pieces.
The old nun had sharp eyes and quick hands. He immediately caught up a section of the fly whisk and stabbed it at Xiao Yunfan. Xiao Yunfan jumped up onto the roof upside down. The old nun waved his sleeves and flew up. Xiao Yunfan dropped his broken sword and used the black scabbard to fight against the opponent.
The nun standing aside asked: "Who is Huixin?" A long-faced nun next to her curled her lips and said: "You don't need to ask, of course she is Huixin's old lover." Feng Miaoqing watched the two fighting on the roof, with both hands I couldn't help but clench tightly.
The old nun's feet flew into the air, and he turned the whisk in his hand, and circles of soft silk covered Xiao Yunfan's head. Xiao Yunfan raised his right hand, and the black scabbard rotated and stabbed upward. His call was: "turbulent waves." The soft threads on the fly whisk were instantly blown away by his sword energy. The old nun turned around and sent out the whisk, stabbing his back soul point.
Xiao Yunfan took a step forward, picked up a tile with his right foot and struck it into the air. The force of the whisk was so powerful that with a snap, the tile was shattered into pieces and turned into countless flying stones that hit Xiao Yunfan again. Xiao Yunfan drew a circle in front of the sword scabbard in his hand, shaking away all the flying rocks. Following him, he jumped up and struck out with the scabbard in his hand in three arcs.
The three arcs are actually invisible and qualitative sword energy, and the three sword energy rush forward like fierce waves. This move "turbid waves emptying" is a powerful move in the Bihai Qingtian Sword, and should only be used as a last resort. He didn't know how to use it, but the three sword energies were extremely powerful. The old nun also waved his fly whisk and sent out his inner energy to meet him.
There was an explosion in the air, and the whisk in the old nun's hand immediately cracked, and strands of soft silk fell gently. This whisk was the most cherished thing in her life, and it was destroyed at this moment. She couldn't help but look stunned, and when she was distracted for a moment, another sword energy was sent out before she could resist the opponent. There was a sneer, and a round hole was pierced in the clothes on her shoulder, and blood flowed profusely.
The old nun put his hand on her shoulder, Xiao Yunfan swayed, walked around her back, and hit her right point with one elbow. The old nun spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell from the roof. All the female nuns turned pale with fright and hurriedly flew to catch her to prevent her from falling to the ground.
At this time, a white shadow flashed past, catching the old nun and putting him aside. Xiao Yunfan held the scabbard of his sword and said, "Senior, I'm sorry." A group of female nuns hurried over to ask about the master's injury. The old nun's face was as pale as gold and said slowly: "It's not a problem." After that, she turned her eyes to the man in white. .
The man in white is none other than Xuelanyi, the master of Xuannv Palace. Since her trip to Sichuan, she has traveled extensively and recruited many disciples. This time he heard about the Jiangnan plague, so he led his disciples to Huizhou.
After she rescued Xiao Yunfan that day, she sent Feng Miaoqing to the old nun's nunnery. This old nun lived in Lihua Temple at the foot of Huangshan Mountain, and his Buddhist name was Xuanyuan. She and Xuelanyi were close friends, so she agreed to accept Feng Miaoqing as her disciple. It happened that the plague was prevalent in Huizhou, so the old nun led his disciples down the mountain to treat the people. Who would have thought that they would meet Xiao Yunfan here.
Xue Lanyi looked at Xiao Yunfan coldly and said: "Xiao Yunfan, Master Xuanyuan is an elder after all. It's outrageous for you to be so disrespectful." At this time, a group of women in white dismounted from their saddles and walked over. One of the girls with a round face was surprised and happy to see Xiao Yunfan standing on the roof. With tears in her eyes, she shouted: "Brother Xiao."
Xiao Yunfan flew down from the roof and said to the girl, "Hello, Sister Shui." Shui Hanyan was about to step forward to reminisce with Xiao Yunfan, but she didn't know how many things she wanted to say to him. However, Xuelanyi stretched out her hand to stop her. Shui Hanyan was startled, and Jiang Hanyue hurriedly came over and tugged Shui Hanyan's sleeves, signaling her to come back.
Xiao Yunfan said: "Master Xue Palace, this master must be an old friend of yours. Xiao did not intend to harm her. I wanted to take someone from her, and everyone was at odds with each other. So we took action."
Xuelan Yi's heart is like a mirror, but she doesn't want to expose the past. He said slowly: "No matter what, you have hurt my best friend. Even if you were very kind to my Xuannv Palace in the past, I must seek justice for my best friend today."
Master Xuanyuan said: "Lanyi, I'm fine. You are very good at martial arts. It's only my fault that I'm not good at studying. I can't blame others. You must not fight with him. You are also considered a master in the world. If this matter happens If it spreads, I'm afraid Xuannv Palace's face will be tarnished."
Xue Lanyi said: "Xuan Yuan, you and I have been friends for many years. You know my temper. You take your apprentice and leave first. I will deal with this person." Xuanyuan sighed and said: "This donor Xiao is pestering his apprentice. , this matter is due to my incompetence as a master, how can I let you take action?" She said this because she meant to protect Xiao Yunfan, for fear that Xiao Yunfan would suffer a loss in Xue Lanyi's hands.
Xiao Yunfan only thought of Feng Miaoqing at this moment. He said to Master Xuanyuan: "Master, I hope you will forgive me for my offense. But I must take you away." Shui Hanyan stood aside and looked at the woman in front of him. Ni's face was familiar and she blurted out: "Sister Feng."
Feng Miaoqing glanced at her, raised one palm on her chest and said to everyone: "Amitabha, this is all caused by me. Donor Xiao, I have a few words to say to you."
Xiao Yunfan said happily: "Qing'er, you are finally willing to acknowledge me." Feng Miaoqing stepped forward and reached out to touch his cheek. Xiao Yunfan was extremely excited.
Suddenly, Feng Miaoqing stretched out her finger and pointed at his Tanzhong point. She took a step back and said, "All love encounters never last long. There are many fears in this life, and life is in danger of morning dew. From love comes sorrow, from love comes sorrow." Fear. If you are separated from the one you love, there is no worry or fear. Donor Xiao takes care of himself." As she said this, she walked forward without even looking back.
The female nuns from Lihua Temple also bid farewell to Xue Lanyi. Shui Hanyan looked at Feng Miaoqing blankly and said, "Sister Feng." She looked at the retreating figures of the female nuns, and then looked at Xiao Yunfan who was standing there, feeling in her heart Mixed feelings.
