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Xuancheng Prefecture, Ningguo County, Xianxia Town.
This is an ancient town with rich vegetation and humid air.
Xianxia Town is bordered by the Tianmu Mountains to the north and Tanggong Mountain to the south. It is green in early spring and the sunshine is warm and soft. A carriage was dusty and it arrived in this quiet town with people but not noisy.
On the bluestone road, the vegetable market in early spring is also full of freshness. Su Qinian is driving, and the sound of horse hooves is crisp. The playful urchins seem to have never seen such a strong horse, circling around the carriage, but they dare not really near.
The children looked at the long green iron sword sheathed behind Su Qinian's back, without concealing their envy and yearning.
The rivers and lakes in the dream are gone, and the world does not know the pain of the rivers and lakes.
Su Qinian sighed in his heart, a boy's dream, in this troubled world surrounded by monsters, the world is in chaos, only by truly getting involved can you understand.
Jianghu dream, many times the price you have to pay is your life.
After a tiring journey, Su Qinian stayed one night in Xianxia Town. It wasn't that he couldn't hold on, but that the eight-year-old girl couldn't hold on. In the past ten days, she rarely slept peacefully, holding the old man's hand. The girl's hand refused to let go. Compared with the soul-departing weapon master, the little girl's muscles and bones had not yet grown, and she could not withstand the nourishment of the original energy of heaven and earth. She could only rely on blood and grain to maintain her vitality.
On this day, the little girl fell asleep almost as if in a coma, but she still held the old man's hand tightly and did not let go.
The inn in the town was not big, a little old, but very clean. At dusk, Su Qinian asked for a pot of tea and sat at the window. The tea was clouds and mist. It was picked from the top of Tianmu Mountain not far away. It was considered a new tea before the Qingming Festival. The fragrance is slightly tender and fresh into the lungs.
Suddenly, Su Qinian frowned slightly. I saw a sudden surge of people in the originally peaceful town, mostly young and middle-aged people, all of them with bright eyes, gathering towards the entrance of the town.
"What a fairy. He actually came to our Xianxia Town, but he was so jealous that he turned out to be blind."
"But the fortune-telling is first-class accurate. These days, some fortune-telling fortune tellers are not good at observing words and emotions. There is not even half a bucket of water. It is rare to have such a blind female gentleman."
"It's also good to calculate your fortune. If you can't look at the fairy-like face, it's a pity. If you have a good background and are not blind, you can go to the draft. As long as you enter the palace of Chang'an City, step by step in the future, you may not be able to become Noble man."
In the inn. The shopkeeper chatted with the waiter, and after a few words of explanation, he went out.
In the dark, the mental energy in the Zuqiao Divine Courtyard was slightly rising. Su Qinian stood up, leaving half a pot of tea and walked out of the inn.
The entrance to the town.
There is a small elm table, a bench, and a flag erected in front of the table, with four characters written in difficult-to-read seal characters: Follow your words!
What a loud tone!
Su Qinian's eyes jumped over the fortune-telling flag. He fell on a graceful and slender figure in front of the elm table.
A beautiful woman dressed in purple, with black hair like a waterfall, a beautiful nose like jade, especially a pair of pink lips. There is a hint of unspeakable charm and temptation in the dust.
The woman's legs were long and slender, with concave and convex shapes, and her breasts were plump. The only thing that made her sad were her tightly closed eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and a slender jade finger pointing at the palm of a farmer. Looking at the farmer's trembling body, I don't know how much luck he felt in his heart.
The woman in purple was about twenty-nine years old. She was very serious about her calculations. It was not until the rising of the moon that most people left in scattered pieces. Some young people were still a little reluctant to leave, but in the end they gritted their teeth and left because their mother-in-law was not here. Teeth are gnashing in the distance, and the willow tree beside me has just sprouted its buds, and I don’t know how many branches and leaves have been broken off by the disaster.
Su Qinian walked forward slowly and sat down in front of the stall.
He looked at the closed eyes of the purple-clothed woman and said, "Can you calculate your destiny in the world with your eyes closed?"
"This young man is joking. My little girl was born blind. Fortune telling is just a matter of family tradition. She just makes a living."
The purple-clothed woman smiled, her smile was so bright that it seemed to outshine the rising moonlight, and she said softly: "I don't know what the young master wants to do."
"Figure out the way forward."
Su Qinian said, at the same time, mental power enveloped the four directions, and even the soul-destroying technique was operating, penetrating into the woman's ancestral aperture divine court. There was nothing, just a dark starry sky like ordinary people.
"What's the future?" The woman in purple mused, "I'll lend it to you."
Su Qinian stretched out his hand, and the jade-white fingertips fell on the palm of his hand. It was a little cold, but also warm. Su Qinian's heart palpitated. He was startled and was about to run "****" to calm his restless mind, but the next moment , the woman retracted her fingertips and frowned slightly.
"Can't figure it out."
Su Qinian raised his finger and pointed at the fortune-telling flag and said, "How can you be said to be following your words if you can't calculate it."
The woman in purple clothes still smiled and said: "If you can't figure it out, you can't speak. If you figure it out, you can speak as you please."
I see.
Su Qinian stood up, put down a silver ingot weighing two ounces, and left without looking back.
The moonlight poured down like water, and the woman in purple stood up. She stood bathed in the moonlight, as if she would fly into the sky and land on the bright moon at any time.
Then, she grabbed the fortune-telling flag and turned around in the opposite direction to Su Qinian. She walked slowly but quickly out of the town and disappeared into the vast mountains.
Who is he?
In front of the inn, Su Qinian stopped and turned to look in the direction in which the purple-clothed woman was leaving. He was certain that this woman's arrival in Xianxia Town was no accident. Was it a chance encounter, or was it intentional?
Even if there was nothing unusual in the other party's Ancestral Aperture Divine Court, Su Qinian would not believe that the other party was really just a fortune teller who traveled far and wide, telling fortunes and measuring characters. At least, in the vast wilderness, he would never be able to walk for more than a day without being lurked by a hidden beast or... The monster ate until no bones were left.
The most important thing is that the source of the induction he had before with his mental power was the prototype of the true meaning of the "Life-breaking Knife" nurtured by his mental power. There was a vague smell of repulsion and hostility.
Jiuyou’s fourth kill?
Su Qinian nodded and then shook his head. This Jiuyou land, which is longer than the history of the Han Dynasty, is really difficult to fathom.
the next day.
As the morning sun rose, the little girl woke up in a daze, glanced at the grandfather beside her, breathed a sigh of relief, and held the old man's hand tighter.
The three of them were soon on the road again, passing through Xianxia Town. Within a day or two, they crossed Jiangnan Road and entered the land of Jianghuai.
There are many plum rains in the Jianghuai area, and it rains heavily during the Qingming Festival.
Jianghuai Road, Yangzhou.
There has always been an old saying from the Han Dynasty that fireworks descend on Yangzhou in March.
At the end of March, spring in Yangzhou was warm and the flowers were blooming. The city of Yangzhou was bustling with people, pavilions, pavilions, silk brocades, ancient bridges and flowing water. There were even scholars boating on the canal, reciting poems and composing poems, leaning against the red and green.
As a state capital, the weather in Yangzhou city is smooth and the people are peaceful. Even in the suburbs, evil spirits are rarely heard. The city is full of auspiciousness. There is no curfew, no doors are closed at night, and no items are picked up on the road.
Driving a carriage into the city, Su Qinian showed his alternate Dragon Guard badge. The soldiers guarding the city did not dare to neglect and let him go directly.
But Su Qinian sighed in his heart, thinking of danger when he was in peace. All the soldiers guarding the gate were physically stout. Although they had strong blood and energy, they were all deficient fire, and their kung fu of rubber, tendons and bone marrow lacked the majesty and momentum of the gatekeepers.
The city of Yangzhou was filled with flowers, and even the taciturn little girl Bu Nian curiously opened a corner of the curtain and looked out cautiously.
…
In the western suburbs of Yangzhou City, Daming Temple.
A thousand-year-old temple stands in the mist and rain of March, with its bells ringing far away and the sound of economic affairs turning incessantly.
The back hall of Daming Temple is in a quiet Zen courtyard.
An old monk in gray robe is sitting cross-legged on the futon, his long eyebrows are on the ground, and the thick red sandalwood fish in front of him is singing without knocking.
"Uncle Xu Mingshi."
Outside the Zen room, a young monk in bright yellow robes walked in, performed namaste, and handed over a letter.
The old monk in gray robe opened a pair of cloudy and dim eyes. He didn't see him opening the envelope, so he sighed. The letter in his hand ignited without fire and soon turned into ashes.
The young monk looked at the old monk in front of him with admiration and admiration in his eyes. The man in front of him was actually the only remaining monk of his generation in the Daming Temple. He was rumored to have lived for nearly two hundred years. He lived more than a hundred years ago. , you will realize the Tao Yuan Shen and ascend to the top.
He has not made a move for more than a hundred years, but the young monk has no doubt that this master's uncle's skill is so profound that he has already transcended the world.
The young monk remembers that when he was a young novice, he once asked his master how many years his great-uncle had lived and how many years he could live. The master shook his head and said with a smile: "Even if you pass away, my great-uncle can still live for a long time." .”
"Go ahead."
Before the old monk spoke, a voice sounded in the young monk's mind. He felt that all the incomprehensible obstacles in reading Buddhist scriptures in the past were suddenly clear. He was overjoyed, clasped his hands and bowed again, then turned around and carefully exited the monastery.
Looking up at the continuous spring rain and the gray sky, the gray-robed old monk who was the only remaining member of the Daming Temple sighed. Then, he remained motionless. A faint golden light flashed, and a slender young figure stepped out of his body. .
This is a young monk who looks about eighteen or nineteen years old. He is dressed in black monk robes and looks 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 unruly. Indifferently, he glanced at the gray-robed old monk sitting cross-legged in front of him and said coldly: "You are finally willing to let me out. Is this to repay the karma?"
"Amitabha." The gray-robed old monk said nothing, just closed his eyes and whispered the Buddha's name.
"Hmph! Just seeking fame and reputation, pretending to be kind!"
The young monk sneered and said, "But now that I'm out, how can I do it without some blood? I hope you won't disappoint me."
After saying that, he no longer paid attention to the old monk. The young monk turned around. He took a step forward, and a dark bodhi leaf grew under his feet. In an instant, he was more than ten feet away. After a few breaths, he walked out of the Daming Temple. (Please give me a monthly vote. Genuine subscription is the greatest support for Ten Steps! It’s the end of the month. If you have a monthly vote, vote for it. The next small gao wave is coming soon, and the story behind it will definitely be more exciting.) (To be continued.)
