Tai Xuan Jing

Two hundred miles to the south of Yunling, there is a simple tea shop beside an official road. There are five square tables under the thatched shed, and one of the tables is full of people. what an attraction.

"Crackling..." Six copper plates fell on the dilapidated wooden table, flipping and beating several times before they settled down.

A group of idlers saw that the six copper coins on the table were not moving, and turned to look at the person who threw the copper coins. It was a handsome 20-year-old young man.

The young man glanced at the copper plate on the table, pinched his fingers, and said with a smile: "This is a hexagram of Ze, converted into Ze, hard on the inside and soft on the outside, Xiang said: This hexagram is really desirable, I feel that it is easy to do things, don't bother If you miss this mechanism, you can do everything as you like. This hexagram changes and falls on the ninth and fifth line: Fu Yu peels off, there is strength. You are asking to go out to do business, this is the upper hexagram, safe journey, and noble people will help Don't be overly confident, especially keep a humble attitude and beware of villains, otherwise you will be hated by others..."

The young man talked with his fingertips and his tongue was full of flowers, and he explained the hexagram and the situation of the person who asked the hexagram clearly and clearly. Excited and applauded, the small tea shop was very lively for a while.

The young man who solved the hexagram was none other than Li Qianmo.

It has been three months since Li Qianmo was injured. During these days, he has been working hard to repair the tendons in his body. He found that the Yinlong Kungfu has a little effect on repairing the tendons, but the effect is very slow. It is estimated that it will not be completely repaired in more than ten years.

His cultivation base was also fixed at the fourth level of Qi-seeking and he could not rise up. Once he forcibly exercised his kung fu, the muscles and veins in his body would be as painful as being pricked by needles, and his true qi could not advance half a step.

For the past three months, he has been rushing to Xiaoyao Valley. Due to the limitation of his cultivation, he cannot take money from the cornucopia, and can only earn money by divination for others.

At this time, all the tea guests gathered around Li Qianmo to watch the excitement, and the tea tables were almost empty, except for a young man in blue shirt sitting on the easternmost table, drinking tea slowly while holding a teacup, but his eyes kept staring at Li Qianmo. The crowd seemed to be quite interested in this as well.

The young man who drank tea was tall, with bright black eyes, about 25 or [-], with a long sword on his back, he seemed to be a martial artist.

Seeing that Li Qianmo was very accurate in divination, he finally couldn't hold back his curiosity, gave the tea money and walked over, separated the onlookers, and asked, "Can you do the divination for me?"

Li Qianmo habitually sized up the visitor, guessing his identity in his heart, nodded and asked, "What do you want to ask?"

The young man replied: "I am going west this time to avenge my parents. You can count the good and bad for me."

Li Qianmo frowned upon hearing the words: "You kill people, I won't count for you."

The young man was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and shook his head, ready to turn around and leave.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Li Qianmo hurriedly called out, "Wait a minute."

"What?" the young man turned around and asked.

Li Qianmo suddenly smiled and said, "I'll do the math for you."

The young man in blue shirt was stunned again, wondering what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd.

Li Qianmo has experienced extraordinary vendettas, with great ups and downs in cultivation, mental weakness, and resistance to killings, so he didn't want to count for him, but he changed his mind to stop the young man from going to war, so he had a plan and asked Said: "What's your surname?"

"Miangui's surname is Wu."

Li Qianmo nodded, and shook the six copper plates onto the table, forming a hexagram.

He was stunned for a moment when he saw the hexagram, and thought to himself: "I don't need to make up this hexagram. It must be bad luck if he goes."

The young man surnamed Wu saw him frowning and thinking, and couldn't help urging: "How about the hexagram, is it bad or good?"

Li Qianmo looked at him with wide-eyed eyes, and said slowly: "This is Wuwang hexagram. If not, disasters will happen, so it is not conducive to go to do things."

After hearing this, the young man surnamed Wu murmured: "I'm here to avenge my parents and stick to the righteous way, so there will be no disasters, that's great."

After he finished speaking, he smiled lightly, threw a piece of silver on the table, turned around and walked west.

Seeing this, Li Qianmo frowned, chased after him with his tail in his mouth, and shouted loudly: "You are going to kill people, what is the right way, you can't go, if you go, there will be bad luck."

The young man surnamed Wu shook his head and smiled, pretending he didn't hear it, and continued to stride forward, Li Qianmo chattered beside him, trying his best to dissuade him.

Li Qianmo tried his best to persuade him, but it didn't work at all. After all, the hatred of killing his father is irreconcilable. If this happened to him, he would not be able to listen to the persuasion.

The young man surnamed Wu has a good temper, and he doesn't get annoyed by his nagging all the way. Occasionally, he would exchange a few words with him to relieve boredom.

It turned out that this young man surnamed Wu was named Wu Mingxuan, and he was from a family of martial arts. Seven years ago, his parents were killed by a martial arts master named Wei Bochang. It's over.

As the two walked and debated, Li Qianmo felt more and more that Wu Mingxuan was a good man with a life experience as miserable as his own, which strengthened his determination to prevent Wu Mingxuan from taking risks.

The two of them went around a low hill and came to a small town. At this time, the sun was setting and it was already dusk. The red light of the sunset dyed the whole town red. OK.

After dinner, they went back to their rooms to rest. Wu Mingxuan lay on the bed and thought to himself: "Tomorrow, we will have a life-and-death showdown with the old thief Wei Bochang. This Li Qianmo has nothing to do with this matter. It is very inappropriate to involve him. Gotta get rid of him."

So, the next morning, Wu Mingxuan got up early, quietly checked out and left before dawn, and walked west quickly when he went out, for fear of being overtaken by Li Qianmo.

When Li Qianmo woke up and found Wu Mingxuan gone, he couldn't help but secretly hated him. He had a stubborn personality and would not change what he had decided. He left the inn and hurried west, vowing to catch up with Wu Mingxuan.

At noon, Li Qianmo finally came to the coniferous forest. According to Wu Mingxuan, his enemy Wei Bochang lived here.

He entered the coniferous forest to search around, and found that the forest was very large, and it might not be easy to find that person. Just when he was secretly anxious, he suddenly heard the sound of weapons clashing in the distance. He was overjoyed, and quickly turned around to follow the sound. go.

Walking forward for less than a hundred feet, I saw figures shaking not far ahead. In front of a wooden house, there were two people jumping back and forth with swords in their hands.

Li Qianmo walked forward quietly, and when he reached thirty paces, he didn't dare to get any closer, and lay down in the surrounding grass to watch the fight.

The person who was fighting with Wu Mingxuan was facing Li Qianmo and the others with his back. He was wearing a gray robe, holding a big black knife, his hair was a little gray, and he looked about 50 to [-] years old.

Wu Mingxuan and Wei Bochang fought very fiercely, the scene was thrilling, and the sword passed through them several times.Wu and Wei have already fought hundreds of moves, their zhenqi is getting weaker, and their movements are all stagnant.

Wu Mingxuan couldn't attack for a long time, he was anxious, and fought ten more moves, he finally couldn't hold back, decided to break the boat, squeezed the sword formula in his hand, pierced the long sword with air, and used a move to burn all stones, swiping the sword straight to Wei Bochang's left chest, the attack was fierce Incomparably, there is a faint sound of howling and breaking wind.

This is a desperate move, the attack is fierce and difficult to block, but it also opens the door wide.

Wei Bochang's feet staggered slightly, his body swayed slightly, and the black knife suddenly swung obliquely, from bottom to top, with a tricky angle, and slashed towards Wu Mingxuan's armpit. He was also ready to exchange wounds for wounds.

Two streaks of blood burst forth, and although Wu Mingxuan tried his best to dodge, he was still cut under his armpit. Wei Bochang was in even worse condition, he was pierced through Wu Mingxuan's sword on his right shoulder, and the blood flowed continuously. let go.

Wu Mingxuan saw that he had the upper hand, how could he miss this good opportunity, danced with swords and flowers, and attacked him.Wei Bochang's right arm was injured, unable to block with a knife, he could only take three steps back and hide.

Although he moved quickly, he was still a step slow. Wu Mingxuan stabbed his calf with a sword, and the blood immediately soaked the leg of his trousers, staining the ground red.

Wu Mingxuan had the absolute upper hand, and immediately yelled happily: "Haha, old thief Wei, your time of death has come, I will use your dog's head to pay homage to my parents today, take my life!"

He just took a step, but suddenly stopped, staggered, almost fell, he stood on his feet, stabilized his body, covered his chest with his hands, and looked at Wei Bochang with a face full of horror.

Seeing this, Wei Bochang suddenly laughed triumphantly: "Hey, little bastard, how does your grandpa's golden toad poison taste?"

"You... despicable!" Wu Mingxuan's eyes were red, and he cursed angrily, not daring to make any unnecessary movements, and sat down cross-legged to force the poison.

"It's useless." Wei Bochang said with a smile, "Your martial arts are far better than mine, and you still die after being poisoned by me, hehe..."

Wu Mingxuan kept silent, the poisonous gas was flowing along his blood to his heart veins, he was using his true energy to resist the poison to the death, his whole body was trembling constantly, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Wei Bochang moved his left hand continuously, stretching out his fingers like the wind, pinching the key points on his right shoulder and left leg to stop the bleeding, switching his knife to his left hand, and limping towards Wu Mingxuan.

Wu Mingxuan knew that today might be more ominous than good, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "Forget it, let's explain here today, when this old thief approaches, I will attack with all my strength, and I will fight him to the death. To drag him to the back."