Assassin He Chunxia

Chapter 95 The Big Dream
Jingle Palace.

A small red clay stove burns incense and boils plum wine.

In the Jingle Palace, the most proud thing is this Earth Fire Immortal Spring. Originally, it was between the mountains and the wild. The villagers of the common people were tired and exhausted.Later, it became more and more evil, saying that it can cure all diseases and strengthen the body.

So when the Jingle Palace was built, the hot spring was included in it, and it was no longer open to the common people.

Jingle Palace is a place of practice. Most of the people who can live in it are old officials and dignitaries and their servants. From time to time, people go to immortals, and they need rituals and music to accompany them. Hu Xianyue relies on a peerless Huqin. There is a small thatched hut in the corner of Jingle Palace, where you can live.

It stands to reason that non-Taoist believers are not allowed to bathe in the Xianquan, but the background of everyone is too great. The three sword masters of Emei, Su Xue, Changhen, and Qiushui are all well-known figures in the rivers and lakes. They can treat each other with courtesy and make an exception. Xianquan, let everyone relieve their fatigue.

Men and women were not allowed to mix baths, so Daotong went to another spring to do some work in order to make room for the girls.

"Ha! Look at my shocking clouds and wave palms." Zhang Zhouconge was standing in the hot spring with his upper body naked, his hands slapped the water surface rapidly, and splashed the water to the girls standing by the water.

"Two fools!"

The three youthful women took off their shoes and socks, revealing their white and tender feet, and kicked him with water.

Hu Xianyue was sitting on the edge of the spring, soaking her feet, tuning the strings and talking.

"You have divided the powers too simply. Although it is correct, there are many relationships that are intertwined. First of all, the factions in Wudang are divided according to the ancestors, and the right one can be drawn, Quanzhen Dao, Tianshi Dao. , Lingbao Dao, Qingwei Dao Five Dao, and the Fulu faction in Guangzheng Dao also have Tianxin, Shenxiao, and Qingwei three small factions."

"Wait a minute, we don't want to know about this." Ye Shu held his forehead silently, and only looked at the naked middle-aged Taoist priest in front of him, with Erlang's legs crossed, and the strings of the piano. Hu, with square eyes and sword eyebrows, thinks that he was a very handsome man when he was young, but when he is middle-aged, he is inevitably bald, and he has long hair on other parts of the scalp, which is embarrassing to look at.

"It's okay, I can't remember it anyway." Li Siyi grinned, Mo Qingshan and He Chunxia who were behind her nodded.

"What does it feel like to stand among a bunch of idiots, only you are a smart person." Murong Qiumin sighed, "This is the result of the factional infighting, sigh, hundreds of years later, in the Wudang Mountains, maybe There are hundreds of sub-sects out of their own pockets."

The tip of her ear moved suddenly, and she heard footsteps walking towards the crowd at an unhurried pace. It should be that another spring had already cleared the field to let the girls pass by. She hurriedly continued to speak, "I thought about it, it should be a robbery. Grab land, fight for money, this kind of thing is easy to discuss, gather the principals of the three factions together, see if it is a split or a combination, in short, live in peace."

"No, no," Hu Xianyue waved her hands again and again, "The battle between the three factions is not about grabbing territory, but for grabbing a treasure."

when!
when!
when!
When the time came, the ancient bells rang, and after counting them, Murong Qiumin recalled in her mind, and some of them couldn't remember exactly how many times it rang, and her eyes were attracted by the approaching young man.

A young man of thirteen or fourteen years old, dressed in a plain evangelistic robe and washed white, his appearance is ordinary, and his gestures are all elegant and polite.

"Several girls, the soup pool is ready, come with me."

The young Taoist didn't turn around, but approached the crowd slowly, his eyes fixed on He Chun Xia, he looked up and down for a while, nodded, and glanced at the others, suddenly stunned, stepped forward and rubbed Li Siyi's head , smiled.

"this way please."

His voice fell, and the girls who were standing in the same place just started to move.

hiss.
A low and deep Huqin sound.

The string sounds, and the liver and intestines are broken.

Hu Xianyue held Huqin, and suddenly, holding the bow of the piano, he subconsciously pulled out a sound, he shook his head, and took care of what he just said.

"This treasure is handed down from generation to generation by the head of Wudang. You can become an immortal by practicing the above exercises to the extreme. It's just that the death of this generation of old masters is too sudden, and I don't know where this treasure is hidden."

The young man gave Hu Xianyue a slanted look, "Why are you talking nonsense, Wudang still has some treasures to grab, and even Wudang Mountain can't be used as an eye. Alas, the flowers and waters are gone, heaven and earth."

"Wait a minute, what did you just say?" Murong Qiumin frowned, trying to think about every syllable that the young Taoist uttered before, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't put together a complete sentence in his mind.

"Falling flowers and flowing water, spring is gone, heaven and earth."

"Not this sentence, the previous sentence." While Murong Qiumin tried his best to think, his eyelids gradually sank, and he was extremely tired.

"Wudang Mountain is the eye of a large formation." The young Taoist stretched out his hand and stroked the air in front of his chest twice, "The dragon frame is wood, the lava rolling under Jingle Palace is fire, and the three gorges of seven hundred miles are water. The Wudang Mountains are the earth and at the same time the eyes of the array, where the soil produces gold, Danyangkou is the yin and yang double fish, the Fengshui of the entire Chu area is the formation, the eight Taoist temples in the Wudang Mountains are the eight trigrams, and the 72 rock temples are dedicated to the 72 heavenly generals."

The young Taoist said a lot, Hu Xianyue frowned and interrupted.

"There is a bizarre talk from there, a little outsider, who dares to talk like this! If I tell your parents, I can't spare you, so I don't leave quickly!"

"Why are you talking about strange things? Didn't the stars fall like rain on New Year's Eve?" The young Taoist was not annoyed, he was very indifferent, and continued to speak, "In a few days, Dao Fangzhi will die, Dao Fangzhi will know this old boy, Fishing, fishing, and immortals die, can you believe this?"

"Xingyun smashed into Wudang Mountain and destroyed the formation eye. Dao Fang knew that this person had exhausted his life's efforts to empty the Wudang treasure house, exhausted his skills, and used the buried Danyang City to rebuild the formation eye. It is about to replenish this great formation. Dying from exhaustion is the truth."

As soon as the voice fell, a small Taoist boy about eight or nine years old came over in a hurry, running and screaming.

"Murder! Murder!"

The young Daoist turned his eyes and met the eyes of the Daotong. The little Daotong calmed down slowly and cried, "Several soldiers and Wushan swords from the capital mainly use the soup pool. It was specially prepared for a few girls. Lord Bing asked me who my master was. As soon as my master said it, Wushan Sword Master drew his sword and killed him. First, he was holding a weapon and wanted to kill a few girls. Woolen cloth!"

"Did you hear clearly?" The young Taoist turned around, glanced at Mo Qingshan's belly, and sighed.

The crowd nodded.

when!
when!
when!
The unitary hour has come, and the ancient bell rang ten times in a row.

Hu Xianyue snorted coldly, "This treasure is handed down from generation to generation by the head of Wudang. If you practice the above exercises, you can set foot on the path of immortality. It is too sudden that the old head of this generation knows that the death is too sudden."

An old Taoist leader led a little Taoist boy about eight or nine years old, and smiled at the girls, "Girls, the soup pool is ready, come with me."

Murong Qiumin led Mo Qingshan and Li Siyi to leave, when He Chunxia suddenly shook his head and stopped the three of them.

"Gu Twelve Books are here, he's going to kill you." He Chun Xia was a little confused, and muttered to Mo Qingshan.

The old Daoist's face changed suddenly, and he led the little Daotong to turn around and fled. He was coerced by several soldiers and came to invite these girls into an ambush, but he never wanted to be exposed. The few here are famous. A good swordsman, but also can not offend the officials, too late to think about it, the most important thing is to save your life.

Mo Qingshan's face darkened, "Aren't you in a daze, Gu Twelve Books is far away in the palace, why did you come here to kill me?" After thinking about it, Qi Baiyu!Perhaps, he sent a letter to the capital, and the Holy Master sent the ancient twelve books to kill me, it must be!

He spoke again, extremely sad, "Okay, this villain hurt me with an arrow, I have to fight with him today!" Immediately went to the side to get the sword, no matter how others stopped her, they refused to listen, and rushed into the palace, It turned around like a headless fly for a few times, and then came back, "Damn, where is the ancient twelve book man?"

Hu Xianyue, Ye Shu, and Zhang Zhouporridge had already climbed up from the hot spring and were dressed neatly. take me!"

"I can't go." A voice sounded from behind her, "Little San's name is invincible in street fighting, and it is not something that can be easily broken with a few sharp swords."

Mo Qingshan turned back, a young man about thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing a plain Taoist robe, washed white, not tall, his head was slightly raised, he smiled at her, and then he realized that everyone was just looking at him .

"who are you?"

"You almost got picked up. Fortunately, there is a time for a dream. Alas, I don't know if I am a guest in my dream, and I am greedy for a while."

The young Taoist sighed, raised his hand, and snapped his fingers. When everyone heard it, what they thought of was the sound of the ancient bell. The two bells were silently combined, and dreams and memories were suddenly intertwined.

"Do you remember it?"

The crowd nodded.

"Then, just go with me."

"You, who the hell are you?" Murong Qiumin held her forehead, her face was pale, her mind was racing, thinking about the words of the young Taoist in the dream.

"My name is Zhuang Zhou." The young Taoist stretched out his hand and stroked the air in front of his chest twice, as if he was stroked with a long beard, and then pointed at his feet, "By the way, this great formation is me. ."

　In the dream, I don't know if I am a guest or a flower, and the spring is gone. These two poems are from Li Yu's "Lang Tao Sand Order".

　　
　
(End of this chapter)