Youzhou, Xijiang City.
In the stables of the inn, several bay-red horses were tasting fodder in the trough.
With a "puff" sound, the stable door was pushed open from the outside, and the two of them walked in embarrassedly.
One of these two people was dressed as a teacher, and the other looked like a goods dealer. They were obviously monk Huiqing and Deng Fang.
The two of them went all the way south and finally left Suizhou. After entering Youzhou, they spent several days before arriving at Xijiang City.
"What a useless place, I'm really convinced!"
Deng Fang looked at the stables with hay everywhere, smelled the fishy smell in the air, and started to complain.
Monk Huiqing looked at Deng Fang with gloating, and joked with a smile: "Are you rich? You don't have a penny, and the place is too shabby! Why don't you sleep outside by yourself."
Deng Fang frowned and glanced at him, then looked at the sky outside.
It was pitch black, with dark clouds overhead, and strong winds rising, which was a harbinger of heavy rain.
Deng Fang sighed, found a relatively clean place, spread some hay, and sat down.
Although the stables were a little messy, it was better than being outside in the rain.
Seeing Deng Fang rest, monk Huiqing came to Deng Fang's side, sat cross-legged and meditated, closed his eyes and rested his mind.
For a while, although there was thunder outside, there was a unique tranquility in the stable.
Deng Fang looked at the sky with lightning and thunder outside, and said to himself: "It's not easy to get out of Suizhou, but I didn't expect that Youzhou is not a good place."
Hearing what Deng Fang said, Monk Huiqing comforted him: "Anywhere you have money is a good place. If you don't have money, you will still suffer when you go to the capital. Please be more open-minded."
Deng Fang snorted unconvinced: "Stop preaching, old monk! I was also a young master before, so I naturally know this."
Monk Huiqing smiled and hummed a few words and said no more.
Deng Fang put his hands behind his head, lay down, looked at the maroon horses chewing grass, drove out the distracting thoughts in his mind, emptied himself, and then fell asleep peacefully.
In his dream, Deng Fang felt that the hay beside him had turned into roast chicken and duck, and was placed on the table.
On the table are tableware made of gold and jade, and candlesticks made of silver foil, which are warm and charming.
Deng Fang looked at the grand scene in front of him and slowly walked towards the table step by step, as if the roast chicken and duck were waving to him.
But when Deng Fang was about to reach the table, the flame on the candlestick suddenly trembled violently and turned into various colors of light, which dazzled Deng Fang.
Deng Fang shouted dissatisfied: "What's so annoying?"
Suddenly, Monk Huiqing's voice came to Deng Fang's ears: "The light of the sword and the shadow of the sword!"
Monk Huiqing's words made Deng Fang wake up from his dream and open his eyes.
Deng Fang felt a lot of light flickering in front of his eyes. He rubbed his eyes and looked outside carefully, only to find that there were more than a dozen people standing neatly outside the stable.
These dozen people were all holding swords, wearing raincoats and bamboo hats, standing quietly.
The blade of the sword reflected the cold light, which was very terrifying.
What's even more frightening is that Deng Fang didn't know when these people arrived.
Monk Huiqing didn't know either.
Naturally, the bay-red horses in the stables didn't know either.
Deng Fang carefully pulled Monk Huiqing: "Old monk, what should we do now?"
Monk Huiqing stroked his beard with one hand, squinted at the people outside, and muttered to himself in a low voice: "The person who came here is not good!"
The rain is getting heavier, the wind is getting stronger, and the night is getting darker.
Every time lightning flashes in the night sky, the swords in the hands of everyone outside the stable will flash with light and shadow, reflecting on Deng Fang and Monk Huiqing, making the already extremely cold atmosphere even more desolate.
Finally, the leader outside the stable spoke.
"Liu Zhixian of Tianji Sect, I met Master Huiqing."
The man held the sword in one hand, stood upright with the palm of the other hand, and bowed slightly in a salute.
Then, he raised his head high, revealing his clear-cut but sunny face hidden under his bamboo hat.
"This person is actually more handsome than me!" Deng Fang looked at Liu Zhixian and marveled.
Originally, Deng Fang thought that people in the world were wild and aggressive people, but he didn't expect that there were such gentle and gentle people.
When Monk Huiqing saw Liu Zhixian reporting himself to the mountain gate, he asked directly: "It turns out that he is from the Tianji Gate, and he can recognize us two. It seems that you have met the jade-faced young master Xiao Yizhen, right?"
Liu Zhixian had no expression on his face, and with a wave of one hand, he threw a bundle from his waist into the stable.
The baggage rolled and landed in front of Monk Huiqing.
Monk Huiqing glanced at the baggage and then looked up at Liu Zhixian.
Liu Zhixian was motionless and very calm, and the dozen or so people behind him were also very calm, standing as steady as a rock despite the wind and rain.
Monk Huiqing took a deep breath, stretched out his hands to pick up the bundle on the ground, and slowly untied it.
Deng Fang squatted aside, holding Monk Huiqing's shoulders with both hands, looking at the layers of baggage being unveiled, her heartbeat became faster and faster, and her breathing gradually became faster.
After the last layer of the baggage was lifted off by Monk Hui Qing, Xiao Yizhen's head opened wide and stared at the two of them.
Xiao Yizhen's mouth opened wide, as if he was shouting, or telling something, more like begging for mercy, but what it was was no longer important.
At this time, another thunder flashed across the sky, lighting up the entire Xijiang City.
Liu Zhixian used the electric light to see clearly the faces of monk Huiqing and Deng Fang.
Monk Huiqing looked at Xiao Yizhen's head, frowned, closed his eyes, and softly recited scriptures about the past life.
Deng Fang was not as calm as Monk Huiqing, and his whole body began to tremble.
Liu Zhixian still had the expressionless face and said calmly: "I don't want to embarrass the master. As long as Deng Fang is handed over, the master can leave on his own, and I can guarantee that Deng Fang's life will not be hurt. "
When Deng Fang heard what Liu Zhixian said, she held Monk Huiqing's hands a little tighter.
Monk Huiqing slowly stood up and said softly to the outside of the stable: "Your Tianji Sect is just a little-known sect in the world, but you dare to plot the Bei Tian Sword Art? Even if you succeed, I’m afraid the day when the Tianji Sect will be exterminated is not far away.”
As he spoke, Monk Huiqing shook his arms, straightened the sleeves of his robe, and then added calmly: "Listen to me, don't disturb this muddy water!"
Liu Zhixian and the people behind him laughed after hearing what Monk Huiqing said.
"We know in our hearts whether our Tianji Sect can handle the Bei Tian Sword Jue, so we don't need to worry about it, Master."
Liu Zhixian said softly, and then he waved with one hand, and the people behind him immediately divided into two rows and cleared the road in the middle.
Liu Zhixian turned aside, pointed to the middle road, looked at Monk Huiqing, and said the word "please".
Monk Huiqing looked at the two separate rows of people and laughed.
"With all your skills, you still want to steal someone from me?"
