Xiang Yan, Qu Feiyan and Zhong Ling walked towards the stone steps. There is a stone step in the cave leading to the outside of the valley. Zhong Ling, Wu Yazi, and Su Xinghe all exited the valley through this stone step. Xiang Yan has never been out of the valley, and this is his first time setting foot on the stone steps.
After walking more than a hundred steps and turning three corners, I could faintly hear the sound of rumbling water. After walking more than two hundred steps, the sound of water was deafening, and there was light coming in from ahead. Walking to the end of the stone steps, in front of you is a cave that can only accommodate a person. The three of them came out of the cave and saw a large river outside the cave. The cave was more than ten feet high from the river. Even if the river surged, it would not flood into the cave.
Zhong Ling led Xiang Yan and Qu Feiyan to a nearby market, bought three horses, and the three of them rode to Suzhou.
More than one day, the three of them came outside Suzhou. Xiang Yan bought incense candles and paper money and asked, "Where do the Murongs live in Suzhou?" Qu Feiyan and Zhong Ling both looked at each other, and the three of them were speechless. Xiang Yan had no choice but to ask people along the way where Murong's family was. However, he asked seven or eight people in a row, but no one had heard of any important person named Murong in Suzhou.
Qu Feiyan guessed: "Is it possible that the Murong family is no longer in Suzhou?" Xiang Yan said: "Wu Yazi said that the Murong family is in Suzhou!" Qu Feiyan said: "Wu Yazi said that the Murong family was in Suzhou for thirty years. He was in Suzhou before. But since he was assassinated, he has been trying to prepare medicine to heal his injuries in Dali. He has not been to Suzhou for thirty years. Maybe the Murong family moved away during the past thirty years." Xiang Yan said: " What should we do? Where should we find the Murong family?"
The three of them were paying no attention when they suddenly heard Zhong Ling's excited voice shouting: "Brother Duan! Brother Duan!" He galloped forward on his horse. Xiang Yan and Qu Feiyan looked forward along the horse Zhong Ling was riding, and saw a monk riding on the horse, holding the reins of the horse ridden by a young master with his left hand. The young man's hands were stiff and hanging at his sides. It was obvious that someone had hit his acupuncture points.
The young master is dressed as a young scholar, with delicate features and beautiful eyes, and is very handsome. Xiang Yan nodded and praised in his heart: "This man must be Duan Yu. He really has a good appearance. No wonder Zhong Ling misses him so much." Qu Feiyan said in Xiang Yan's ear: "Brother Yan, that Duan Yu is better than you hansome."
Xiang Yan nodded, said nothing, and looked at the monk again. The monk was wearing a yellow monk's robe. He was less than fifty years old, clothed in cloth and wearing sandals. His face was full of energy, and there seemed to be a faint glow of precious light flowing, like bright jewels and jade, shining naturally. Xiang Yan praised in his heart: "This man must be Jiumozhi. He is worthy of being the master of the Tubo Kingdom. One look at his appearance, and he is an enlightened monk."
Duan Yu's face changed and he said hurriedly: "Sister Zhong Ling, please leave quickly." Zhong Ling said: "Why are you leaving? Don't be afraid!" Then he said to Jiumozhi: "You are a great monk, did you catch my brother Duan?" Another pointed at Yan He Qu Feiyan and said: "My eldest brother and eldest sister are very powerful. You'd better let my eldest brother Duan go, lest my eldest brother and eldest sister beat you."
Jiumozhi glanced at Xiang Yan and Qu Feiyan, and recited "Amitabha" without answering Zhong Ling's words. Duan Yu shouted: "You guys leave quickly, this great monk is very skilled in martial arts, you can't beat him." Xiang Yan said in his heart: "Duan Yu has a good heart. He is in danger himself and doesn't want to provoke a fight between us and Jiumo." The relationship between wisdom and wisdom is used to escape, but it makes us leave quickly."
Another person said: "Young prince, it's you! Hey, great monk, why are you in trouble with this young master? Do you know who he is?" The visitors were an old man with a vulgar appearance and a man in his twenties. young people. The old man scratched his scalp and said to Duan Yu: "Little Prince, I will untie the acupuncture points for you first." After that, he took a few steps and stretched out his hand to untie Duan Yu's acupuncture points.
Duan Yu said hurriedly: "Wait a minute! This master defeated my uncle and five masters from Dali alone and captured me. He is Mr. Murong's best friend and wants to burn me as a sacrifice in front of Mr. Murong's tomb. . You two have nothing to do with the Murong clan in Gusu, so leave quickly! Sister Zhong Ling, and the two of you who came with Sister Zhong Ling, please leave quickly too! Don’t lose your life in vain."
Xiang Yan heard that Duan Yu said that Jiumozhi was Mr. Murong's close friend, and that he was also here to pay homage to Murong Yong. He couldn't decide whether to save Duan Yu for a moment, so he looked at Qu Feiyan to ask for her opinion. Qu Feiyan thought for a while and said: "Brother Yan, you have always wanted to see the original version of the "Sunflower Collection", and the "Sunflower Collection" was obtained for you by the Dali Duan family. Now the descendants of the Dali Duan family are in danger, and we cannot ignore it. .”
Xiang Yan also thought about it. Although the "Sunflower Collection" was created by Li Xian and Tong Guan based on the "Evil Sword Technique", without the Dali Duan family to guide it, Xiang Yan would not have been able to hand over the "Evil Sword Technique" by himself. It was impossible to get the original "Sunflower Collection" from Li Xian and Tong Guan. He nodded and said: "Well, you are right. "
The old man reached into his arms, took out a brilliant golden abacus, held it high and shook it, making a chaotic "clanging" sound, and said: "Great monk, Mr. Murong is your good friend, but this young prince is my good friend. I I advise you to let him go!" The young man also shook his hands and took off the soft whip wrapped around his waist. The two of them rushed towards Jiumozhima at the same time.
Duan Yu shouted again: "You two, hurry up, you can't beat him." Jiumozhi smiled faintly and said, "Do you really want to do it?" The old man said, "This fight is called swatting a fly on a tiger's head, knowingly hitting him. But you have to give it a try, life or death...ah, ah!"
"Life and death" haven't been said yet. Jiumozhi had stretched out his hand to avoid the soft whip in the young man's hand. With a "snap" sound, he turned over the soft whip and rolled up the golden abacus in the old man's hand. He raised the whip and the two weapons flew to the lake on the right at the same time. , seeing that the two weapons were about to sink to the bottom of the lake, Jiumozhi used the strength in his hand just right, and the tip of the soft whip turned over, just in time to wrap around a willow branch hanging on the lake. The willow branches are soft and swaying constantly, and the golden abacus pats the water surface, forming ripples one by one. The old man and the young man looked at each other, not knowing what to do for a moment.
