Sealing Knife

Ye Fusheng and Duan Qing returned to Dongling.

He asked Xie Wuyi to take care of himself. Of course, he could not always leave the child to be kept at Baiguimen, so he brought Xie Li. Fortunately, the child was clever and not troublesome.

The ten-year-old child was so clever here, but Chu Xiwei was not easy to fool.

Ye Fusheng wanted to stay away from him for a few days, but it was impossible to say goodbye, but it would be embarrassing to meet him.

He was so upset that he didn't see Chu Xiwei on the day of departure.

Although Shen Wuduan has become an old master, the actual power of Baiguimen is still in his hands. Over the past two years, he has gradually delegated power to Chu Xiwei. One is experience and the other is testing.

Chu Xiwei did a good job, but it was not good enough.

Although Nanru died, the troubles he left were indeed too great, and he was no longer a simple grievance, and he would be involved in a thousand disasters without paying attention. It must be known that the Hundred Ghost Gate is stronger than the home country. The power is still like a cockroach shaking the tree.

Chu Xiwei took a rest for only one day, and after a while, he took Sun Minfeng, Qin Lanshang, and Lu Mingyuan out of Dongming Valley to make arrangements, even if Ye Fusheng didn't ask them about the internal affairs of his sect, and knew that he was in trouble this time. trouble.

Because things were urgent, Chu Xiwei didn't have time to say goodbye to Ye Fusheng, and Ye Fusheng didn't catch up with him, so the two were neat and unwilling to fall apart, unidentified and concerned.

Chu Xiwei took the water-cutting knife this time, but Jinghong returned to the original owner. Ye Fusheng does n’t even know why Chu Xiwei was obsessed with breaking water before, but when he picked up the Jinghong knife again, it was like recovering a part of himself that was lost. The cold iron and the flesh palm touched blood. Soluble in water.

He hung Jinghong Dao back to his waist, and after seeing Duanqing and Shen Wuyi say goodbye, he drove up.

Xie Li couldn't ride a horse, so he obediently rides with Ye Fusheng, while he rushed to the road while silently reciting his inner strength. Ye Fusheng hurried a few steps side by side with Duanqing, looked back at the cave behind the gradual tossing behind him, and asked, "Wouldn't the maid say a few words to Senior Shen?"

"Thousands of words are in his heart, he knows what I know, and it is meaningless to say more." After a pause, Duan Qing glanced at him. "Where life does not meet, you should look away."

Ye Fusheng choked for a moment, he carefully looked at Duan Qing's complexion, but it was hard to see the domineering Dao Chang who was so eloquent now. Ye Fusheng stared at it for a while and didn't figure out anything. Uneasy.

This uneasiness mixed with anxiety and guiltyness continued all the way, because taking into account Xie Li's young age, their footwork was not very fast, waited more than ten days before reaching the territory of Dongling.

Ye Fusheng's status was limited, and he has been spinning between Tianjing and Northern Xinjiang for more than ten years. This is his first visit to Tangling. Probably because of the offshore, the folk customs here are more open than those in the southwest, the logistics are distributed, and the bustle is bustling.

Four years ago, Chu Ziyuli opened the shipbuilding maritime trade union. At that time, I didn't know how many people questioned it. Now it seems that the benefits outweigh the disadvantages.

After all, Xie Li's child's heart is inevitable, and it is inevitable that he is curious. The three stayed in the city for two days, then walked for nearly five days, and finally reached the Forgetting Peak.

Ye Fusheng originally thought that Wangchen Peak is a mountain peak, or as a lonely lingyun, or as a dragon on the ground, Taishang Palace falls in between, maybe like the fairy dwelling in the book, hidden in the deep cloud, unknown fragrance Fighting wind, jade carving.

The facts were far beyond his expectations.

Wangchen Peak is indeed a mountain, and it is not too tall or too sharp. A long river that does not wither all year round passes by. There are three taller hills outside the river, which are just for the three places of heaven, earth and people. In the central part, the Forgetting Peak is covered, and the mist is filled, and the Bitao is angry, it is difficult to see the true content from three sides.

It is late autumn and winter at present, but there are still many cypresses in the mountains. As soon as Ye Fusheng and Xie Lifu entered the mountain, they felt that the mountain breeze was cool, the heart was relaxed and happy, and there were occasional insects and they didn't know where to start, adding some vitality to this clean place.

Xie Li didn't realize anything, but Ye Fusheng found clues, bit his tongue slightly, closed his eyes and opened his eyes, only to see that Duan Qing in the front stopped, and looked back quietly.

The mountains and forests in front of me are as old, but there is no such kind of silence that can almost assimilate people to the world. Ye Fusheng was horrified, only to find that this seemingly calm and quiet forest actually had a mystery.

This should be a natural puzzle, and the location of plants, trees, and rocks was moved by humans, implying the change of the strange door and the escape. The outsiders were trapped by the formation method, and they could not remember the way out.

When Duan Qing saw him awake, he continued to walk forward, and soon led them out of the forest. Walking to the middle of the mountainside, Yu Xiao lucked out his internal force and blew it. The sound of Xiao Xiao was long and distant, and there was internal force blessing, and there were endless hovering sounds in the mountain.

Ye Fusheng noticed that the wind was different. He looked up and saw that two young men dressed as priests were walking down the hidden stone steps in the mountains. They didn't seem to walk fast, but they came to the front very soon.

When the two met the outsiders, their eyes were taken away at a glance, and they first saluted Duan Qing, saying: "Elders, the young palace master has received your letter, and told me to pay attention to the mountain gate. Today, I can wait until you come back."

Duan Qing nodded, and did not make more polite ones, said: "I brought the disciples back, you take them to the 'Brasongyuan', I will go to see the young palace master first."

The two bowed: "Yes."

Ye Fusheng touched Xie Li's head with one hand, appeased the somewhat timid child, raised his head to meet Duanqing's gaze, and said, "Go and go."

In front of outsiders, the intimate appellation “Sister-in-law” can never be called. Although Duan Qing does n’t mind, he should have a decisive position in the Taishang Palace in view of the attitude of the two, even if Ye Fusheng is uninhibited, But it is not a lack of attention.

Duan Qing "huh" sounded, and went ahead one by one. When his figure disappeared into the darkness, the two young Taoists joined hands and said, "Please come with us."

The location of the "Frosty Courtyard" is very biased, and it is located at a corner of the mountain behind the Forgetting Peak. There are mountains and forests outside, and there is a stream surrounded by water. Due to the high terrain and the winter in recent seasons, there is still frost on the ground. There was a chill of cold.

Although Xie Li put on thick clothes, he still couldn't resist this **** cold, and he couldn't resist a sneeze. Ye Fusheng bent over to hug him and smiled at the two of them: "If this place is summer, it should be a good place to escape the summer heat."

The Taoist priest on the left was slightly fatter, and seemed quite relaxed. He heard the words and said: "Uncle Shi was a little stranger when he first arrived. There was a cold lake in this courtyard. Although he was mostly filled in, he was not cold. Disciples with lower internal strength stay here for a long time and are likely to leave cold symptoms, so few people usually come. "

Duan Qing referred to Ye Fusheng as a "disciple". These people called Ye Fusheng a "Sister Uncle", but Ye Fusheng was a little surprised: "This is not a guest room?"

The tall, thin Taoist on the right shook his head: "This is the residence of Elder Duanqing."

The main hall of the Taishang Palace is on the top of the hill, and the palace master and the elders are all above, and below them are the residences of the disciples.

Ye Fusheng thought that Duan Qing should also live in a quiet room on the top of the mountain. Unexpectedly, his mother-in-law did not take the usual path and chose such a place to stay away from. He could not understand what he thought for a while.

At the gate of the courtyard, the chunky Taoist priest stopped and said, "The elders' courtyard is not allowed to enter without permission. They can only be sent to this place. Please help yourself. The two of us go back to guard the gate first."

Ye Fusheng thanked them and watched the two go away before turning and pushing the wooden door open.

The Frost Yard is not big, not even half of the Fuxue Yard. Compared with the status of the elders, it is really chilling, not to mention that there are only two simple wooden houses, and the yard is no more than one. A plum tree is almost impoverished.

It was even colder when I entered the courtyard. I am afraid that although the Hantan was filled, the extremely cold air that has been saved for thousands of years cannot be lingered. Ye Fusheng held Xie Li, so he didn't stay in the yard and advanced to the left bedroom.

The cold room in the bedroom is still the same, mostly as a study room, even without a stove, Ye Fusheng had to put Xie Li on the stool, to give him some Yang Li internal force, it is more warm.

Xie Li is also good. When he is warm, he no longer sits and pretends to die. He turns down and punches a set of punches in the house, moving his body with poor blood. Ye Fusheng saw that he had adapted, so he ordered a word and turned to go out the door.

On the right is the practice room. Apart from the futon, there is nothing more to decorate. Ye Fusheng's days are more and more clear. Compared with the Feiyun Peak, he shakes his head to see the cave that occupies most of the space in the courtyard.

The Hushuangyuan is built against the mountain. There is a wooden house on the left and right, but in the middle is a cave dug by humans. It is closed with a black iron gate, blocking most of the peeping.

Ye Fusheng walked over and groped for a while before he found the key under the long lamp holder in front of the door. As soon as the door was pushed open, a white mist floated out of the gap, Ye Fusheng was unable to prevent it from being frozen and shivered. With his internal force, he felt cold, and he could see how cold it was in the cave.

He rubbed his arms and flashed in.

The cave was built very flat, with no strange stones hanging upside down, but no torches, and the light was inevitably dim. Ye Fusheng fumbled a long way inward, only to see the bright green light.

It is the night pearl.

A night pearl with a big baby fist was placed on the lampstand, illuminating the surrounding one-third of an acre, and Ye Fusheng was finally able to see the secret in this cave.

The cave is very spacious at the innermost part, and there is a waterhole with a radius of one foot in the center. The cold is like a fog, and it is cold when touched. It is thought that the part that was not filled at first was cold.

There is a stone platform above the cold lake, and an ice coffin is placed on it. Because it is set in this dark and cold place that has not seen the sun for years, there is a natural cold lake town, and there is no sign of melting.

Ye Fusheng suddenly panicked.

He fiddled with God's will for half his life. He didn't know how many times he had tossed and fro between life and death, but he hadn't panicked in such a long time.

Not nervous, but a fear that is hard to control from the bottom of my heart.

What is he afraid of?

Why should he be afraid?

Ye Fusheng's heart jumped inexplicably. He flew and fell on the edge of the stone platform. His palm flicked the frost condensed on the lid of the coffin in spite of the biting cold, revealing the true content below.

There was a woman lying in the coffin. I didn't know how long I had been lying, but my body showed no signs of decay, and my skin and hair did not dry out excessively. It looked okay.

She was about thirty or forty years old, her hands folded in front of her abdomen, her plain clothes draped in hair, her appearance was not very bright, and she was even more dull because her eyes were closed.

But this face, Gu Xiao had seen it thousands of times back then, and it has been engraved in his heart for a long time, and it feels better than any beautiful woman in the world.

His palm stopped, staring blankly at the woman under the ice coffin, his mouth opened and closed several times, his throat choked, and he could not say a word.

His pupils contracted, his eyelashes twitched, and his gaze swept almost everywhere on the woman's body, but the last bloodstain of the memory was cleaned up, and there was no point that hurt his eyes.

Ye Fusheng's gaze finally settled on her face.

The corner of the woman's mouth was gently raised. She should be laughing as her life lingered, and she never fell back until she died, leaving this smile on her face forever.

"She walked with a smile." Duanqing didn't know when he had come. He stood beside Ye Fusheng, looked at the woman in the ice coffin, and whispered, "Li Fang, Xiaoer is back."