That year, that cicada, that sword

Chapter 1116 Three Lines and One Qian Gua
When these guards of honor entered Tianhai City, a young man dressed in Daoist attire suddenly rushed out by the side of the road, blocked the road, pointed his long sword at the carriage, and shouted loudly: "Jian Zong demon, killing innocents, disobeying the way of heaven, peace! Dare to have the face to come to my post-construction territory?"

But before the disciple who came to the door finished speaking, the general Tiefutu who was in charge of the guard had already stepped out of the battle, pointing forward with the iron spear in his hand, lifting the reins, and began to slow down the front.

The horseshoe trampled on the ground paved with bluestone slabs, making a crisp sound, and the cavalry was getting faster and faster. It was really like thunder. Dare to resist head-on, and barely dodge with the attitude of a donkey rolling at the critical moment, in a panic.

This iron cavalry commander who is a pure martial artist reined in the horse, pointed his iron gun at the Taoist disciple, and shouted solemnly: "It is the lord's will, the honored guests are here, no one is allowed to obstruct the collision, and offenders will be severely punished!"

As soon as this remark came out, the few Taoist disciples who were still ready to make a move immediately didn't dare to say another word, so they could only pull up their companions and withdraw from the crowd of onlookers in desperation.

They originally thought that this was Tianhai City, and it was at the feet of the late founding lord. Even the famous Jianzong lord would not dare to act too presumptuously, so they wanted to take this opportunity to give this complacent The lord of Jianzong was a little unhappy, but they didn't expect that it was the late Jianguo who spoke in person, so they naturally didn't dare to make another mistake.

From the beginning to the end, the carriage, which was heavily guarded by iron cavalry, remained indifferent to this, and there was no movement at all.

In the carriage, Yan Ruyu who was sitting in the carriage opened a gap in the curtains and glanced at the situation outside.

Then she closed the curtains again, and looked back at Jin Chan who was still unconscious.

At this time, there were only the two of them in the carriage, and the Sect Master of Jianzong, one of the Three Saints of the Tianji List, was not there, nor was Song Qingying who was with him.

Before entering the city, Xu Beiyou and Song Qingying left the guard of honor, led by Song Qingying, came to Tianhai City, and went straight to the palace in the middle of the city.

During the period, there were occasional teams of Iron Buddhas from the palace of the guards passing by on horseback. Compared with the iron cavalry on the battlefield, these Iron Buddhas serving as Wanyan Beiyue's personal guards had pheasant feathers on their helmets and embroidered gold cloaks. Wearing a long sword for cutting horses at the waist, it is even more majestic and mighty.

The closer they got to Wanyan Beiyue's palace, the more numerous the heavy cavalrymen in charge of the guards would be, and their manners were strict. However, with Song Qingying personally leading the way, no one dared to block the way, and no one even dared to ask a word. Came to Chongning Palace where Wanyan Beiyue was.

The Chongning Palace was still decorated as before, with huge pillars, a square copper furnace, and a tripod tripod. Purple and blue smoke rose and filled the entire room.

The top position is still the red sandalwood chair that belongs to Wanyan Beiyue alone, but today there is an exception. A red sandalwood chair with the same style is temporarily added to the west side of the lower end of this red sandalwood chair. Two red sandalwood chairs There is no superiority or inferiority, only subject and object.

This treatment, compared to the scene when Fu Zhongtian came to see Wanyan Beiyue, can be said to be a heaven and an earth.

Song Qingying stretched out his hand to invite, "Sect Master Xu, please take a seat."

Xu Beiyou was also polite, and sat straight on the red sandalwood chair at the lower end, leaning against the back of the chair, with his hands resting on the armrests, neither restrained nor frivolous.

Song Qingying said slowly: "The lord is retreating, and I need to ask Sect Master Xu for a moment or two."

"It doesn't matter, the guest is up to the owner." Xu Beiyou's gaze turned to the middle hall written by Wanyan Beiyue himself.

Mysterious and mystical, the door to all wonders.

Song Qingying followed suit and asked softly, "Sect Master Xu also likes to read Taoist Three Thousand Words?"

Xu Beiyou withdrew his gaze and said: "As a descendant of the Taoist ancestor, Xu has naturally read the three thousand words of the Taoist ancestor well. I dare not say that I can recite them fluently. There are still some people who can recite them without hindrance."

Song Qingying said with a smile: "In fact, whether it is Taoism or Jianzong, plus our Xuanjiao, they can all be regarded as the descendants of the Taoist ancestors. To use an inappropriate analogy, we are a big family. We are from the same root and origin. However, their ancestors were angry, and after the ancestors passed away, they separated. It's still the old ancestor, does Sect Master Xu think so?"

Xu Beiyou nodded, "I think so."

Song Qingying continued: "In today's world, the battle of swordsmanship, or the fact that Sect Master Xu came to see the leader today, is actually an internal struggle among the disciples of the Taoist ancestor."

Xu Beiyou asked, "Why did Mr. Song tell me this?"

Song Qingying said flatly: "The disaster caused Xiao Qiang, it's just a feeling."

Xu Beiyou's heart twitched slightly, "But people from the Taoist sect have met Yan Guozhu one step ahead of Xu?"

Song Qingying didn't speak, it was a tacit consent.

Some words don't need to be said too thoroughly, if you can hear the subtext, it is talent, if you can't hear the voice, then you can't blame others.

Xu Beiyou's expression was slightly heavy, "Thank you Mr. Song for your words."

Song Qingying's words just now seemed a little far-fetched. He was talking about the ancestor's disciples, but in fact he was talking about the subtle relationship between the sect, Jianzong, and Xuanjiao, as well as the respective situations of the three schools and the current world situation.

Song Qingying didn't continue to say more words, and it was superfluous to say anything else.As for what Xu Beiyou will do next, that is his business.

Song Qingying clicked and stopped talking, Xu Beiyou also closed his eyes, and began to close his eyes to rest his mind.

Xu Beiyou was sitting on the west side, facing the east. In this direction, there was a long corridor connecting the main hall, covered with curtains, and at the end of it was a quiet room in the jingshe, where Wanyan Beiyue retreated.

If you walk into the jingshe, you can see at first sight the Taoist tablet enshrined on the altar on the front wall. Under the Taoist tablet is a yin and yang platform covered with black futon cushions. Under the platform is a piece of lichen. , the lichen is picturesque, in which the sky is dark, the clouds cover the fog, thunder and lightning, and there is a faint figure walking through it, but if you look closely, this dark scene is in the palm of a "person". It is the extraterrestrial demon.

The Taoist ancestor is above, the heavenly demon is below, and people are in the middle. This is the fundamental teaching of Xuanjiao.

At this time, there was only Wanyan Beiyue in the monastery. Although it was a retreat place, it was not built in the dark underground after all, and there were windows around it. When the windows were opened at this time, the cold wind outside carried a few flakes of snow. Come in.Wanyan Beiyue, who was sitting on the dais in the jingshe, slowly opened her eyes, stretched out her hand to catch a snowflake with her index finger, and the snowflake fell without melting.

Staring at the snowflakes, the old man breathed out a breath of white air. The white air was as straight as a sword, unwavering, like a long white dragon, falling on the snowflakes, instantly turning the snowflakes into clear ice crystals.

With a flick of the old man's fingers, the ice crystal was directly shattered, and bits of debris scattered on the lichen in front of him.

The old man raised his eyes and saw three short horizontal lines.

A horizontal line is one line, and three lines are stems.

These crumbs were just pieced together to form a hexagram of a dry position.

(End of this chapter)