Seeing that Wang Wei did not stop him, Luo Yi sighed with a sad look on his face, rubbed his eyes and said in a low voice: "I asked Senior Brother Zhang Xun to send you back that day, so he went down the official road to search for more than thirty miles. I just met the second junior brother outside, and at that time he...he had already passed away." At this point, Luo Yi cleared his hoarse throat and silently wiped away the tears that had fallen from his eyes.
"Uncle Yu was nailed to a big tree four or five feet above the ground after he died in the battle. He was soaked in rain all night and was no longer human. Fortunately, Sect Leader Wang arrived at this time. , the two of us had to carefully put him down and take him back for burial."
"Uncle Luo," Xiao Ning also cleared his throat, now terrifyingly calm, "How did Uncle Yu die?"
Before Luo Yi could answer, Wang Zongliang spoke with red eyes: "We checked and found that Brother Yu had twenty-seven injuries on his body. There was a stab wound on the left leg that almost went through. It was this that restricted his body. His body skills made it impossible for him to escape. There were two fatal injuries. One was two sword wounds on the chest, one of which pierced the heart; the other was hit by a heavy weapon on the top door and his skull was shattered. There was also a heavy palm on the back. Heavy, like the 'Big Stone Breaker' of Shenyin Cult."
"That's the big monument-breaker!" Xiao Ning said through gritted teeth, "Among those people were Yue Changhai's second brother Bohan and a fat man."
"That is Yue Changhai's sixth disciple, named Baklu, from Tibet." Wang Zongliang said.
Xiao Ning nodded and kept it firmly in mind.
After another long silence, Wang Weicai frowned and said: "It's strange, I went to the scene too, why didn't I see the weapons of the second senior brother?"
"They must have been taken away by Yabohan." Wang Zongliang turned around and leaned on the back of the chair and let out a deep breath, "Yue Changhai has twelve disciples, known as the 'Twelve Masters of Divine Music', and the second disciple Yabohan Everyone in the northern country knows that he is a good magic weapon and a precious sword. Sixth Disciple Baclu is good at fine wine and food. Although the golden spiked mace is not a magic weapon, it is something I spent five years searching for skilled craftsmen in the northwest and specially made for Brother Yu. It is a rare and sharp blade that was made.”
Hearing this, Xiao Ning's eyes blazed with anger: "Yes, that Yabo Han just fell in love with the purple-gold dragon head that Uncle Yu passed on to me, so he relied on his horse's speed to chase us down for the second time."
"Indeed, he can take away the golden spiked wolf's teeth. Seeing this purple and gold dragon's head is no different than a gourmet seeing delicious food."
"Brother Wang, you have many contacts with Fanbang in the northwest. What is the origin of the Shenyin Sect?" Luo Yi asked Wang Zongliang for advice.
"I just heard some rumors." Wang Zongliang took a sip of tea and said, "The Divine Music Sect is originally a branch of shamanism. In the past, it only talked about strange powers and chaos, saying that all things can make sounds. The mages in other religions can listen. It is the sound of all things, so it is called the ‘Shenyin Sect’.”
At this point, Wang Zongliang cleared his throat, "At the end of the Tang Dynasty, when the Five Dynasties changed, a large number of martial arts people in the Central Plains fled to the north, and gradually joined and controlled the Shenyin Sect. Only then did talented people gather many Central Plains martial arts to create Several unique martial arts taught by Shenyin."
"When the Khitan people established the Liao Kingdom, the Shenyin Sect was controlled behind the scenes by the Liao Dynasty, and it became what it is now. So the Shenyin Sect is a Jianghu organization, and it is a sword placed by the Northern Kingdom in the martial arts. , always preparing to disrupt the martial arts world in the Central Plains."
When Wang Zongliang said this, he let out a long breath and everyone nodded. Wang Wei asked again: "I heard that the 'White-headed Immortal' Yue Changhai is said to be unrivaled in martial arts, and the master of the Great Stele Breaker is said to be the best palmist in the world. Is this true?"
"Hi," Wang Zongliang sneered while playing with the tea cup, "The people of Liao are just flattering, Yue Changhai's martial arts is indeed not low. I have also fought with him. At that time, I didn't try my best, and no one could do anything. This big broken monument His hand does have the power to crack mountains and crack rocks, which is beyond the reach of ordinary people, but there are still a few people in the Central Plains who can defeat him."
Luo Yi nodded and slammed the table with his hand, "The ones who besieged Junior Brother Yu this time were the Blood Shadow Sect, the Shenyin Sect and a group of scum gathered by the Tan family. We, the Divine Sword Sect, will not avenge this. As a human being!”
Wang Wei gritted his teeth when he heard this, and Xiao Ning's eyes were red and he clenched his fists.
Wang Zongliang sighed, "The Blood Shadow Sect is mysterious, the Shenyin Sect is powerful, and behind it is the entire Liao Kingdom. Brother Luo, although you and I are joining forces to fight against it this time, we still need to consider the long term."
Luo Yi and Wang Wei looked at each other and nodded fiercely. Suddenly, Master Luo stood up, raised his fists towards Wang Zongliang and said, "Brother Wang, having said that, I still have something to ask of you."
Wang Zongliang quickly stood up and returned the gift, "Brother Luo, why did you say this? Brother Yu and I are brothers and sisters. Brother Luo and Brother Wang Xian are not outsiders. If you have anything to say, just say it."
Luo Yi smiled, helped Wang Zongliang sit down together, pointed at Xiao Ning and said: "Ning'er originally learned skills from my two junior brothers. The third junior brother once said that in seven years, he has learned all the teachings of the Divine Sword Sect, and he has gained more. The family's master, if he continues to stay in our sect, he may miss his future. Brother Wang is known as the master in the Central Plains, and the Golden Spear Sect is one of the seven major sects in the Central Plains. Junior Brother Kuang Yu also intended to entrust his son to the king during his lifetime. I am under the sect of my brother, so I have never been a disciple of Junior Brother Wang. Today, Brother Wang happens to be here, what do you think of Brother Wang?"
Wang Zongliang twirled his beard and said with a smile: "Brother Luo, you don't have to be polite. Since Brother Yu admired Wang during his lifetime, and Brother Luo is willing to give up his love, if Ning'er agrees, I will do my best to teach him."
The three of them nodded and looked at Xiao Ning.
Xiao Ning shook his head at this moment, with tears in his eyes, and said: "Sect Master, Uncle Luo, Uncle Wang, Xiao Ning has no intention of thinking about these things recently. Let's talk about everything after Uncle Yu's first seven days."
The three of them also sighed, and Wang Zongliang nodded and said, "That's fine."
Luo Yi stood up again, took out a book from his arms and handed it to Xiao Ning. He sighed and said: "Ning'er, although you don't belong to the Divine Sword Sect, I don't treat you as an outsider. Your Uncle Yu and your King Uncle has passed down all his skills to you, but I have only achieved a little bit in this mountain-opening sword technique. Recently, I wrote a "Commentary on the Knife Sutra" for you. I will talk about what I have learned in the sword. You can read it when you have time. .”
Xiao Ning quickly stood up, bowed to the ground, took the book with both hands, "Thank you, Uncle Luo, for passing on your art." Luo Yi just sighed and patted him on the shoulder.
After a long conversation, all four of them were exhausted. Wang Wei stood up first and left with Xiao Ning.
After being sent to the room by Wang Wei in a daze, Xiao Ning cried silently again before falling asleep. When the servants brought the food, it was already time to light the lamp. He just took a few random bites in the house and went out to find his way to Wang Wei's house.
Knocked on the door, and it was Wang Wei who opened the door. When he entered the room, Third Master Wang knew that he was feeling uncomfortable, so he poured him a glass of water and sat silently at the table with him.
After holding the tea cup for a long time, Xiao Ning raised his head, glanced at Wang Wei and said, "Uncle Wang, I don't want to enter the Golden Spear Gate for the time being. After Uncle Yu's first seven days, I want to leave here, and I won't go back to the Divine Sword Gate."
Wang Wei frowned, "Why? Do you still have hope for that picture? Even if there is hope, you have to settle down first, and wait until I go to the world to find out for you. We already found the direction before your uncle Yu was alive. Your brother Chu Xing has worshiped in the Heavenly Medicine Sect again, so I can still have some connections."
Xiao Ning shook his head gently and said, "Uncle Wang, there is news about that picture."
"Oh?" Wang Wei was surprised, and quickly stood up and looked around, then sat down and listened quietly to Xiao Ning's words: "The doctor who treated Uncle Yu's injury was originally from Yaowang Valley..." As he said that, he said that at that time Doctor Dong repeated his words again.
Wang Wei sat there with his hand on his brow, and said in deep thought: "If you go to Bashu, there are thousands of mountains and rivers, and the road is difficult to travel. It will be inconvenient. Let me explain it to senior brother, and I will go with you."
Xiao Ning shook his head and forced a smile and said: "Uncle Wang, there is no need to be embarrassed. Uncle Yu has already explained his grudges with the Tang clan to me. I can just go on my own this time."
Wang Wei smiled awkwardly after hearing this and said: "Ning'er, Bashu has high mountains and rugged roads. The land of Shu is fertile and wild for thousands of miles. But Badi is the gateway to the middle of Shu, with high mountains and low ravines. Baidi City is under military control. It’s not appropriate to go.”
"Uncle, there is no need to persuade me. I have to go to the land of Bashu. Uncle, think about it, one day I will take revenge with Uncle Yu, and I will have to fight against Yabohan and Bakru. Yabohan has fought against Uncle Yu several times. It is overwhelming, not to mention that there is the 'white-headed immortal' Yue Changhai behind me. Although the master of the Wang Sect is highly skilled in martial arts, I am afraid he is only on par with Yue Changhai. Even if I try my best to learn, how can I defeat the god? There are many enemies of the music sect, and if one does not pursue high skills, it may be difficult to avenge him."
Speaking of this, Xiao Ning coughed and continued: "So, I have to go to Bashu!"
Wang Wei looked away and sighed: "Ning'er, you have too much hope for the things in this picture! Not to mention whether there are any secrets left in this picture, Yue Changhai's martial arts has already reached its peak. The so-called 'Four Saints of Martial Arts' back then may not necessarily be higher than him, you're just betting."
"Just bet, uncle, this is always a hope. It's inconvenient to go to Bashu to see the Purple Gold Dragon's Head, and I can't use it for the moment. Please keep it for the time being, and I will go to Qingshi County to pick it up when I return some day."
"There is no need to go to Qingshi County," Wang Wei said quietly, "This enmity is too big. Senior Brother wants to shrink the people of the Divine Sword Sect with me, join forces with the Golden Spear Sect to pursue revenge on the world, and also fight against the Divine Sound. Teach. Zijin Longtou, I will bring you back to the Divine Sword Sect. You can go there to get it later. In addition, I won’t give you any excuses from the Master of the Wang Sect. If you fail to find the plan, come back as soon as possible to worship him as your teacher."
"Yes." Xiao Ning nodded vigorously, clenching his fists, his eyes filled with the flames of hope and hatred.
Wang Wei looked at him and sighed again, thinking back to the beginning, Brother Xiao was just a scholar. This little young boy just came to learn archery from him and Brother Yu. He didn't want the two of them to lead him in due to their own thoughts. Jianghu, even more unexpectedly, this child was pregnant with a treasure, and from then on he took off his long gown and put on fancy clothes.
Now there is no news from Brother Xiao and his wife, the second senior brother died unexpectedly, and Ning'er wants to find her unique skills alone at a young age. Could this drink and peck be destiny? Exactly:
The wind and clouds are moving, and the sword is silent. All strife.
The childish young man and the old man with gray beard meet each other despite having no fate.
When the family is in trouble, you give up your fame. The road to the rivers and lakes is dangerous and unpredictable, so don’t lose your pride.
The righteousness is so profound that all the blood will be poured out. Tears all over. And if you leave any hatred behind, it will always be repaid with weapons.
——Ganzhou Ben
