Xibo Chang'an City, 18 miles southeast, can drive four six-horse carriages abreast. The official road is endless, leading directly to the line between heaven and earth, as straight as an ink line, and it goes thousands of miles.
There are many low hills and hills beside the road, undulating and rolling. The green hills in the distance are so charming, like the color of the eyebrows and eyes of a beautiful woman, and they give this world a gratifying appearance.
There are many doves and pigeons in this mountain, so it is named: Dove Cliff.
As soon as spring comes, there is overwhelming chatter and it is very noisy. Especially at dusk, it is said that the annoying sound of cooing can be heard hundreds of miles away. For this reason, people in the surrounding villages have made a living by catching geese and pigeons for generations.
There are many kinds of pigeons, some are sold in restaurants for cooking, and some are sold and raised in children's shops in the capital. Anyway, most of the young and strong laborers in the nearby villages rely on these birds to support their families, and many of them have made a fortune from this stuff.
There is a pavilion at the foot of the Goge Cliff.
Because of a good story from the ancients, beside the ancient road outside the Changting Pavilion, the green grass reaches the sky. It has been passed down to this day to see you off for eighteen miles to the mountains outside the Sunset Mountain. Everyone thinks that it takes eighteen miles to say goodbye. If you can't reach this distance, you can't get there. This place is really dishonest. As a result of rumors and rumors, the Shibali Pavilion outside Chang'an City in Xibo was built. This stone pavilion can be regarded as somewhat grand.
There were people in the stone pavilion, men, women and children.
There was Ningzhiyu with a nervous look on her face, Han Dingtian who was leaning to the side, and Pan Ping who was standing behind and peeking at her. And Han Youyu outside the pavilion was very obedient and respectful. He would not change his evil intentions and would not die. He would occasionally peek at the condensed jade facing him in the pavilion, or carefully look at the man who led his biological father Zhang Jiuding for who-knows-how. This woman is waiting for you.
The woman's oval face has a slightly babyish and fat look, and is so small that one cannot tell her true age.
Han Youyu, who was still a bit judgmental about people's appearance, originally thought that this woman was another uncle or uncle that he couldn't figure out. However, no one had introduced the woman's identity to him, so Han Youyu naturally let her More or less, it is regarded as similar to the horse racing companies that have been traveling frequently in recent times to deliver spies.
It's just that unlike those so-called racers whose dragons never see their tail, this woman stayed here and never left, allowing Han Youyu to feel that she was special.
In the past few days, Han Youyu, who seemed to be completely different from the impetuous and domineering people in the past, was silent and at the same time observing the people, things and things around him that had somewhat subverted his knowledge in the past twenty years. Therefore, he responded to this plump figure. The petite-looking woman took a few more glances.
Originally, she was regarded as a very small person, but this woman who was at the opposite ends of the spectrum in terms of appearance and figure did not even say hello and sat down first without any rules. However, the woman who had been able to satisfy herself even without any request in the past few days The extremely disciplined master of his mother Pan Ping and his cheap father Han Dingtian actually let it go without saying a word. This made Han Youyu quickly put aside his extraneous thoughts, and even secretly no longer dared to have any excessive thoughts.
Obviously, over the course of more than a month, with all the subtle experiences and subtle thoughts, not to mention the people around him, even he himself was unaware of the earth-shaking changes in his heart.
But it's not just that it's not as arrogant as before.
Every move of the childish-looking woman is mature and prudent. Her hands are folded across her chest, which makes the pair of plump faces that don't match her face even more round.
At this time, she had closed her eyes to rest her mind. She suddenly opened her eyes. When she met Han Youyu's evasive gaze, she only gave him a cold and slanted look, with no concealed disdain in his eyes. Then she looked at the white-haired and white-bearded man sitting in the pavilion. The one-eyed old man was named Bu Hui Daoman, the Fuying Emperor's master in the Great Zhou Dynasty.
Opposite this old man who was respected by everyone as "My Master Daoman" was Zhang Jiuding, who had just experienced ups and downs not long ago and was driven out of the position of leader in a dramatic manner.
At this time, Zhang Jiuding still had the same dejection as when he had just stepped down as the leader half a month ago. Instead, he had a weak and morbid state, just like that feeling when an illness goes away like threads. His face was so pale that there was no blood, and his eyes were empty and lifeless. He just stared straight at the one-eyed old man in front of him, his lips seemed to be black after being poisoned, and they opened and closed continuously as if they were mumbling something, but the sound coming out of his throat was an indistinct whine. He was hemming and hawing, with a completely lifeless face.
The one-eyed old man closed his eyes and muttered a series of obscure characters. Even Ningzhiyu, who was the closest, couldn't hear clearly and didn't know what dialect each of these tones came from.
Until the surroundings fell into strange silence, the one-eyed old man's voice gradually became higher and sharper in a regular manner, but it did not cause any reaction from anyone around him. It was as if these people had not heard it, but it caused the tits perched on the pavilion to vibrate. He flew high, obviously unable to bear the noise.
The one-eyed old man still closed his eyes, raised his hands half a foot in front of his chest and crossed them, forming a strange handprint that no outsider could understand.
At this moment, the originally solemn air around him suddenly became restless, like a river flowing into the sea, gurgling into the pavilion, even shaking Han Youyu and the woman outside the pavilion.
Immediately afterwards, the ten fingers change again, sometimes bending or straightening, sometimes closing or spreading apart, and they are tightly intertwined, and the surrounding energy becomes a little faster.
After that, the ten fingers changed again, either bending or extending, spreading or holding, without any order, and the Qi movement seemed to be more substantial than before.
One seal after another, each seal is as fast as the next, the fingers are like turning flowers, almost afterimages are flying, it is really weird.
It just took a long time to form the seal, and it became more and more obscure. A layer of sweat oozed from the one-eyed old man's forehead. Although his breathing was even and steady, others could hear that it was getting heavier and heavier. His eyes were still slightly closed as before. The eyes also became a little trembling.
This mysterious mudra was originally inspired by Zhongtu, but it was born out of Taoism and Buddhism. Unlike Zhongtu, which uses five elements to grasp the fingers or bless the body and mind, the Fuying mudra technique is more complicated and complex, and it can be divided into many categories. The one-eyed old man who stirred up the troubles in Fuying is the leader in forcibly instilling the spirit, energy and spirit into various categories. He is definitely the leader in this way. This technique of adding one seal to another may only seem chaotic to others, but insiders know that it is dangerous inside. A wrong gesture or inconsistent depth will not only cause the seal to fail, but may even backfire on the owner, or even lose his mind. Crazy or stupid, or even more serious, self-destruction is not impossible.
What's more, this one-eyed old man has added twenty-eight seals in just this situation, and it continues to accumulate.
Although the people around him didn't understand, they could understand the danger from the few words they said. Seeing their master's lips gradually losing color, like cracks from not drinking water for a long time, the eyebrows gradually became tighter, and the speed of his hands It has once again increased to a speed that no one else can see clearly. Not to mention the afterimage, all that can be seen is the blurred collision of the two hands. There is also a dull sonic boom sound that disappears and appears in a small area in the chest, shaking the chest. The clothes were swaying.
At this moment, the one-eyed old man suddenly opened his eyes, and his hands suddenly stopped like a Buddha holding flowers, pointing diagonally at Zhang Jiuding opposite him, and the rolling air machines around him that were as restless as boiling water instantly gathered at his fingertips, as if It was like grabbing something, stretching straight towards Zhang Jiuding, stopping close to his eyebrows, flexing his fingers, and flicking.
As the one-eyed old man held the spring thunder in his mouth and exploded with a "explosion", everything returned to calm.
The one-eyed old man stopped his hand and took a few long breaths before opening his eyes and raising his sleeves to wipe the sweat.
"If you win one, you will lose the other. I wonder if Longhushan Zhang Weiji will have the opportunity to contribute his modest contribution to my grand cause before his death."
The few disciples and grandsons next to him who were so angry that they were still unable to calm down at the moment were naturally unable to answer the question. Even Ningzhiyu, who usually flirted with others for fear of missing any flattery, was calming down her inner turmoil.
She stood up and faced the woman who would never be looked down upon because of her immature appearance. The two people, who had never communicated with each other since they met until now, understood each other. The woman stood up and walked out of the stone pavilion with Daoman Hui.
"Have you fought against the prince?" The first person in Fuying, who had mixed identities, walked slowly, farther and farther away.
The woman followed suit with her hands behind her back, keeping an appropriate distance from the former, "Yes, but we are in the city after all. Due to the people on the street, and Waka Wangyou's temper, I can be sure that he did not use his full strength."
Bao Hui Daoman stood more than ten feet away from the stone pavilion. Today was obviously different from usual. There were not many pedestrians on this official road connecting the capital and the counties in the east. Occasionally, only a carriage passed by, and a few people were in a hurry. Pedestrians, nothing more.
Since he didn't care about why there were so few people today, Bao Huidao said: "Ever since this guy brazenly said that he would merge my Fuying swordsmanship with Qijutsu seven years ago, he has been staying in the palace to train the group of white-blade swordsmen. From now on, I don’t know how good my cultivation level is. I thought you could test out a few things, and I could also know it well, so that I can make arrangements as soon as possible..."
"After staying in Dazhou for half a year, your brain doesn't work anymore?" The woman, who had no rules and was polite when speaking, glanced at the old man and said disdainfully, "Or did you let that little girl General Zheng confuse your brain?"
The old man who was calling the shots in Fuying was a little surprised, but he was not angry because of the other party's rudeness. Instead, he laughed and said: "How can you be like your mother and say something like this..."
"Don't mention that crazy woman." The woman interrupted with a frown, "I have already fulfilled two of your three requests, and there is one more. I hope you won't ask me to rescue that bitch Ningzhiyu like you did last time. Cherish the opportunities you have left.”
Bao Huidao's smile never diminished. If it weren't for the dark eye socket that added a bit of weirdness, he wouldn't be like a wealthy man from a rural area with such an amiable appearance.
The old man, whose scheming and scheming methods have nothing to do with the farmer, said: "After all, they are the only mother-daughter couple in front of me. If it were you and your mother..."
In the sharp gaze of the woman opposite who suddenly had murderous intent, Pao Huidao changed the topic with interest and said: "I have already thought of the last request."
This made the petite and childish-looking woman frown even deeper. She looked at this old man who seemed to only have sordid affairs between men and women on his mind, "Hao Hui Daoman, you don't take me seriously, you just waste it so easily." Are you looking down on me by giving up the only remaining chance?"
Hui Hui smiled and said: "In other words, I want you to always be the leader of Sesshomaru. Can you agree?"
In fact, the woman whose identity has been revealed for a long time looked at the travelers on the official road and said nothing.
Hui Hui Daoman stopped laughing and said, "How sure are you that you can win Waka Wangyou?"
As if she had heard a big joke, the woman who had been chased by Hege Wangyou all the way to Baili couldn't help but laugh out loud, "You don't understand or you didn't understand clearly. The two of us only fought briefly, how do I know that he is What's the matter?"
"The last request, Hanyu Kurumi, use your best ability to trap Waka Wangyou."
The tone made people shudder. The old man waved his sleeves and turned to leave.
Hanyu Kurumi, who was already smiling, curved her mouth even more, and a strange look of murderous and bloodthirsty appeared on her young face.
The coquettish old man who had led Fuying alone for thirty years looked at his disciples and grandsons in Shibaliting. He habitually raised his hand to rub his dark eye socket and said in a tone that couldn't be more plain.
"Let's go into the city and kill people."
