Zongwu: Our Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 141 Good and Evil One

"Really Zhang is also a hundred years old, why bother to tease the younger generation?"

An old and gentle voice sounded slowly.

I saw a golden light gushing out from the center of Longpeng's eyebrows, forming an illusory figure under the fiery red sun.

"Master... Master..."

Wu Xin froze suddenly, her lips and teeth opened and closed, unable to utter a word.

"Silly boy……"

Master Wangyou smiled at the corner of his lips, with a kind expression, gently stroking Wuxin's cheek.

"Wangyou, your current fate is what you want?" Zhang Sanfeng raised his eyes and asked.

"Son, I'll chat with Zhenren Zhang for a while."

Wu Xin nodded heavily, wiped the corners of her eyes, stood up from the ground, and stepped aside.

Wangyou smiled softly, then sat down in front of Zhang Sanfeng, and said in a gentle voice, "The Buddha said, to cross others, you first cross yourself, and to cross yourself you first cross your heart. I have a clear mind, so I don't have any wish or not."

"Ah……"

Zhang Sanfeng glanced at Wu Xin, then at Long Peng, and pointed at him, "You've been reluctant to leave for so long, and insisted on coming to see me, because of that kid?"

"Not all, people are not gods, how can they be ruthless, I also want to spend more time with my little disciple..."

Wangyou nodded, looking back at Wuxin kindly behind her.

Zhang Sanfeng smiled, and casually leaned back, "What about the kid?"

"That kid...he..."

Wangyou sighed, and said slowly, "In this world, good and evil are one and the same, but that child is very weird."

Zhang Sanfeng became interested, and said with a smile, "What kind of strange method?"

"I don't know what he has experienced. One soul is divided into three, the good is sealed, and the evil is hidden. The real person thinks this is good or bad?"

"Your question, the old Taoist has no answer here, the answer should be in his own heart."

Wangyou's expression remained unchanged, and he asked, "Master Zhang doesn't know, or doesn't he want to tell?"

"The old Taoist only knows that the way of Tao is natural and cannot be forced. If you force it, once you backfire, you will never recover."

call--

The mountain wind was harsh, and Wangyou's figure became unreal for a few minutes. He looked at his transparent body and let out a long sigh.

"Forget it, after all, it's the child's own knot. Whether the future is good or bad, he should choose by himself. Why should I force it..."

"Just figure it out for yourself."

Zhang Sanfeng nodded with a smile, and said slowly, "Wangyou, if one day he really loses his mind, Pindao won't sit idly by."

"Then please the real person."

"Okay, the old Taoist will not disturb you and bid farewell to the apprentice, see you in the next life."

Wangyou smiled slightly, "If there is an afterlife, I still want to have a good friend like you."

"At that time, according to the old Daoist's age, he should be a good teacher."

Zhang Sanfeng chuckled twice, stood up, and strode towards Long Peng and the two of them. He glanced at Long Peng who was shaking his head vigorously, frowned slightly, and said to Wu Xin, "Little monk, go and say goodbye to your master." , he's running out of time."

Wuxin came back to her senses, bowed down gratefully, and quickly knelt down in front of Wangyou.

"Master..."

"Silly boy, why are you crying again?"

such a scene.

He experienced it once in Hanshui Temple before, and experienced it again in the small ruined temple above Dafanyin Temple, and now, he will experience it again on this Wudang Mountain.

Funny to say, every time before.

He always thought that he would not have any reaction, he kept calm, he was the one who was out of this world, but he cried so much every time.

There are only three things, this time, and the last time.

……

"Huhuhu..."

Long Peng slapped his forehead, panting heavily, exhaling scorching white breath from his mouth and nose, his momentum constantly changing.

Zhang Sanfeng watched quietly, with calm eyes, as if he was waiting for something, or just watching a play, making it hard to understand his thoughts.

And this moment.

Long Peng is at war between heaven and man.

One is wearing a grimace mask, dressed in a white robe, and his eyes are as calm as still water.

His name is Long Peng.

One was wearing a blood-stained Taoist robe, with a distorted smile on his bewitching face.

His name is Lin Zhixuan.

The two confront each other at a distance.

"That old bald donkey is gone, why are you still struggling?"

"You have been happy outside for so long, it's time to give up your seat."

"To shut up!"

off the field.

A soft white light emerged from Long Peng's hand, condensing into a three-foot long sword.

Without the slightest hesitation, he slashed at his head, slashing dozens of swords in a row before barely stopping.

"Hui Jian? It's a pity, it's useless to me, but it seems to hurt you more?"

Lin Zhixuan smiled sarcastically, letting streaks of white light run through his body, and bewitched, "Now there are so many people in the Jianghu who want to kill you, and you are poisoned in your body, you can only survive by relying on others, you are so proud Man, can't bear it long ago, and feel tired? You might as well take a break and let me deal with it, after all, you and I are the real ones on our own."

"Don't worry, I won't occupy you for too long. After all, it is your body. When it is returned to you, it will be as strong as ever. All enemies and pain will be wiped out."

"How about it, are you not heartbroken?"

Long Peng raised his head and said in a cold voice, "It's still this trick of bewitching people. You haven't gotten tired of it yet, I'm tired of watching it."

"You look so disgusting!"

Lin Zhixuan's expression froze slightly, the smile on his face gradually turned cold, and a smear of gray rose on his palm, "Come on, try the wisdom sword I have practiced."

"This sword will hurt a lot, you have to hold back, and don't blame me, I'm helping you!"

"Accepted!!"

……

"so troublesome……"

off the field.

The young man turned his neck, his eyes were as red as blood, he removed the mask on his face, and the red mark on his forehead became more and more red, as if there was blood flowing, "This time, let me change the color of this world... ..."

"It's a heavy murder."

Zhang Sanfeng waved his sleeves, his old eyes half closed, "It seems that you are the evil thoughts of that little guy?"

"Old Niubi, I, Lin Zhixuan, are not some kind of bullshit evil thoughts of that trash like Long Peng."

Lin Zhixuan grinned brightly with his white teeth, "I can feel that you are very strong, and the blood of one person can be worth tens of thousands of people."

"If I suck you, it will heal without medicine."

Zhang Sanfeng snorted coldly, "I haven't seen the old man for a long time, you are such an impolite brat."

"Stop talking nonsense, die!!"

As soon as Lin Zhixuan finished speaking, he exerted force on his toes, and shot out like a sharp arrow. The true energy in his palm was like a rainbow, and his murderous intent was revealed, and he hit Wuxin who was kneeling on the ground at the back of the head.

Zhang Sanfeng was slightly startled, "This kid is so cunning!"

bang——

Wuxin swayed and dodged the attack. He looked at the big hole in the ground, touched the back of his neck that was still cold, and looked at Long Peng with doubts in his eyes.

"Why did Mr. Long suddenly kill... No! You are not him."

Wu Xin frowned, looked in Zhang Sanfeng's direction, and shouted, "Master Zhang, Mr. Long is injured, please subdue him."

"Little monk, your martial arts are not bad, you should do it yourself. The old man is getting old, his arms and legs are old, and he can't move anymore."

After Zhang Sanfeng finished speaking, he hammered his waist and legs, looking as if he couldn't do it.

Wuxin didn't have time to slander, a sharp palm had already killed his handsome face.

He managed to dodge using the "Shenzutong", but his shoulder was still scratched, and bright red blood flowed out.

"The little monk's blood is very nourishing, isn't it?"

Lin Zhixuan licked the blood on the back of his hand, his eyes became more scarlet, and said with a cold smile, "Come on, I will be merciful, and I will send you to see your master, and you will also be merciful, and repay it with your life!!"

call--

A gust of wind rose, and an afterimage approached in an instant.

"Come again!"

Wuxin's eyes widened, feeling extremely helpless, she pulled herself together to fight him, but after more than thirty moves, she felt a little out of breath, her chest was tight and short of breath, she was startled, and looked inside her body, only to realize that she had been poisoned.

"This poison is... from Mr. Long..."

Wuxin understood what was going on after thinking about it for a while, and didn't dare to procrastinate any longer, she rolled her eyes, and after dodging for a while, she immediately hid behind Zhang Sanfeng.

"Come on, come on, you and this master have a try."

Wuxin raised his sleeves, put his hands on his hips, and pointed to the old Taoist priest in front of him with white beard and hair who was about a hundred years old.

Zhang Sanfeng raised his eyebrows slightly, looked back at Wuxin, and said with a smile, "You're a little bald, you're interesting."

Wu Xin nodded with a smile, and said, "Mr. Zhang, Mr. Long is poisoned. If he continues to torment like this, Da Luo Immortal will come, and I'm afraid he won't be able to save him."

"With the old Taoist here, you just have to keep your heart in your stomach."

Zhang Sanfeng didn't change his face, and stared at Lin Zhixuan with interest, "You don't have to think about running away, the old man doesn't want to lose his trust."

"Oh, really?"

The corner of Lin Zhixuan's mouth hooked into a smile, and he retreated step by step towards the cliff behind him, with a somewhat crazy smile, "Old Niubi, come and see if you can catch me!"

When the words fell, he jumped down and fell into the clouds.

"Dragon Peng!!"

Wuxin was startled when she saw it, and rushed forward, but finally took a step too late and caught an empty space.

"Decided enough..."

Zhang Sanfeng raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Small bald head, just wait here, the old man will catch him back."

After all, he jumped down together and disappeared from sight.

"This... didn't you read the almanac when you went out today?"

Wuxin shook her head and sighed, and waited on the top of the cliff for a while, pacing back and forth with great anxiety in her heart.

"Little master, why are you alone? Where is my elder brother?"

A soft voice came.

Wu Xin froze, and looked back at the young girl, her eyes flickering, "Miss Ling, why did you come here suddenly?"

"After I finished prescribing Yu Sanxia's medicine, and seeing that you guys still haven't come down, I asked Mo Qixia to bring me up."

Mo Shenggu looked around, but seeing the breeze blowing on the top of the cliff, the red sun was like yesterday, but he couldn't see his master, he couldn't help but feel very strange.

"Master Wuxin, where are my tutor and Lin Shaoxia?"

Wuxin laughed dryly twice, turned her back, and looked at the surging sea of ​​clouds.

"Well...they just said they had a private matter to talk about, so they left together. Didn't you see it when you came up just now?"

Mo Shenggu shook his head honestly.

"Master, he is an old man with superb martial arts skills. If he doesn't want me to notice, even if I am vigilant, it will be useless."

Mo Shenggu is extremely confident in Zhang Sanfeng's strength, but he has no doubts, it's not the same without Cheng Lingsu.

She has always been alert, and when Wu Xin opened her mouth, she sensed something was wrong. She took a few steps forward, walked to Wu Xin's side, and asked in a low voice, "Little Master, is something wrong?"

Wuxin's eyes trembled slightly, she turned her head and did not dare to meet Cheng Lingsu's dark eyes.

"Miss Ling, don't worry, they will be back in a while."

"It's windy and cold on the top of the mountain. If you are not in good health, if Mr. Long sees it, you will definitely blame the little monk. Why don't you go back and wait?"

"Little monk, I promise that when he comes back, I will let him see you immediately, and you can persuade that Mo Qixia..."

"Oh oh oh..."

Mo Shenggu came back to his senses, and said with a smile, "Since Miss Lin is not in good health, it's better not to stay here, so as not to suffer from the cold."

Cheng Lingsu raised his head, glanced at Wuxin, licked Yingchun, and said slowly, "Little Master, if you don't want to say it, I won't ask, but... I won't leave."

call--

A gust of wind came, icy cold

Cheng Lingsu's small face turned pale, she took out a "Nine Turns Returning to Yuan Pill" and took it, her body warmed up immediately, and then she felt better, then she tightened the thick winter coat on her body, and shrunk her little head Under the clothes, only half of his face was exposed.

"Mo Qixia, don't worry about me, go down the mountain."

"This……"

Seeing her pitiful appearance, Mo Shenggu felt sorry for her, hesitated to speak, and sighed, "Miss Lin, why are you doing this?"

"If your elder brother saw you like this, he wouldn't let you freeze on this mountain."

Cheng Lingsu didn't speak, just stood on the top of the cliff, waiting silently.

"Ugh……"

Mo Shenggu sighed, "Miss Lin, since you don't want to go down the mountain, then wait a while, Momou will bring you some warm clothes."

After finishing speaking, he cupped his hands, practiced Wudang Qinggong, and walked down the mountain quickly.

Cheng Lingsu was always called "Miss Ling" by others.

Ling and Lin sound very similar, so since they went up the mountain, she and Long Peng have been called brother and sister.

Wu Xin stared at her for a while, seeing her shivering from the cold, he couldn't stand it any longer, so he raised his hand and sent a burst of true energy to drive her away from the cold.

"Miss Ling, didn't Mr. Long teach you a martial art before? You might as well practice it now."

Cheng Lingsu shook his head and said slowly, "I can't calm down..."

heard.

Wuxin opened her mouth, but didn't say anything, just let out a long sigh.

If you can't calm down, how can you rest your inner strength?
Cheng Lingsu sat on the ground with his arms wrapped around his knees, "Little Master, did Long Peng say when he will be back?"

"This..." Wuxin stammered.

"I see."

Cheng Lingsu is so smart, seeing his reaction, he immediately understood, and he didn't have the mind to ask questions.

The atmosphere fell silent for a while, and only the howling wind remained on the top of the mountain.

After a long time.

Holding the food box in one hand and a fur robe in the other, Mo Shenggu rushed to the top of the mountain. He put down the food box, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and smiled proudly twice.

"Miss Lin, I bought this fur robe last year. It's very warm. It's useless after I washed it. You can use it first. I thought you were hungry too, so I brought some snacks here. You can try it." .”

"Thank you."

Cheng Lingsu lowered his head and thanked him, but he didn't mean to take the things. He still sat on the ground, hugging his knees, his eyes full of worry.

(End of this chapter)