Two hundred miles south of Yunling, a simple tea shop was set up next to an official road. There were five square tables placed under the thatched shed. One of the tables was crowded with people. People on the periphery looked in. There seemed to be something inside.
Something attractive.
"Bang la la..." Six copper plates fell on the old wooden table, flipping and jumping several times before settling down.
A group of idle men saw that the six coins on the table were all motionless, and they all turned to look at the person who scattered the coins. He was a handsome young man of twenty years old.
The young man glanced at the copper plate on the table, pinched his fingers, and said with a smile: "This is a Ze hexagram. It is a Ze hexagram. It is hard on the inside and soft on the outside. Xiang said: This hexagram is really desirable. I feel that doing things is effortless. Don't bother.
If you miss this mechanism, you will feel that everything is as you want. This hexagram changes to the ninth and fifth lines: Fu is good at peeling, and you are powerful. You are asking to go out to do business. This is the upper hexagram. You will have a safe journey and there will be noble people to help you. However,
Never be overconfident, especially stay humble and be wary of villains, otherwise you will be hated by others..."
This young man was talking with his fingers and his tongue was as bright as a lotus flower. He explained the hexagrams and the situation of the person who asked the hexagrams in detail. The person who asked the hexagrams nodded frequently, and the spectators who were watching the excitement were dumbfounded. After listening, they were all speechless.
The small tea shop was filled with excitement and applause.
The young man who interpreted the hexagram was none other than Li Qianmo.
It has been three months since Li Qianmo was injured. During this period, he has been working hard to repair the tendons and veins in his body. He found that Hidden Dragon Kung Fu has some effect on repairing the tendons and veins, but the effect is very slow. It is estimated that it will not be fully repaired in more than ten years.
His cultivation level is also fixed at the fourth level of Qi-seeking and cannot rise. Once he forcibly performs Qigong, the muscles and veins in his body will be in excruciating pain as if being pricked by needles, and his true Qi will not be able to advance even half a step.
In the past three months, he has been rushing to Xiaoyao Valley. Due to the limitations of his cultivation, he cannot take money from the cornucopia, so he can only rely on people's divination to earn travel expenses.
At this time, all the tea guests gathered around Li Qianmo to watch the excitement, and the tea tables were almost empty. Only a young man in blue shirt sat on the easternmost table, holding a tea cup and drinking tea slowly, but his eyes kept staring at him.
The crowd seemed to be quite interested in this.
This tea-drinking young man was born in a wealthy family, with bright black eyes. He was about twenty-five or six-year-old. He carried a long sword on his back. He seemed to be a martial artist.
Seeing that Li Qianmo was extremely accurate in even the five hexagrams, he finally couldn't restrain his curiosity. He paid for the tea and walked over, separated the onlookers, and asked, "Can I do a fortune telling for you?"
Li Qianmo looked at the person coming out of habit, assessed his identity in his mind, 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 calculate the good and bad for me."
Li Qianmo frowned when he heard this: "You go and kill people, I won't take care of it for you."
The young man was stunned for a moment, then smiled and shook his head, preparing to turn around and leave.
Seeing that he was about to leave, Li Qianmo quickly shouted: "Wait a moment."
"What to do?" The young man turned around and asked.
Li Qianmo suddenly smiled and said, "I'll just do the fortune telling for you."
The young man in blue shirt was stunned again, wondering what kind of medicine he was selling in the gourd.
Li Qianmo had experienced extraordinary vendettas, his cultivation had experienced ups and downs, his mind was weak, and he was very resistant to killings, so he didn't want to settle the matter for him, but he changed his mind and wanted to stop this young man from going to war, so he came up with a plan and asked
Said: "What's your surname?"
"My surname is Wu."
Li Qianmo nodded and shook the six copper plates on the table to form a hexagram.
He was stunned for a moment after seeing this hexagram, and thought to himself: "I don't need to make up this hexagram anymore. It will definitely be bad for him if he goes there."
Seeing him frowning and thinking, the young man named Wu couldn't help but urge: "What's the hexagram like, is it bad or good?"
Li Qianmo looked at him with wide eyes and said slowly: "This is the Wuwu hexagram. The hexagram says: Yuanheng, Li Zhen. The gangsters are in trouble, but they are in trouble. The meaning of this hexagram is: If you can't stick to the right path,
If so, disaster will occur and it will be inconvenient to proceed."
After hearing this, the young man surnamed Wu stroked his jaw and murmured: "I am going here to avenge my parents, and to stick to the right path, so no disaster will happen, which is great."
After saying this, he smiled lightly, threw a piece of silver on the table, turned around and walked away to the west.
Li Qianmo frowned when he saw this, and chased after him, shouting loudly: "You are going to kill people. What's the right way? You can't go. If you go, it will be more dangerous than good."
The young man surnamed Wu shook his head and smiled, pretending not to hear, and continued to stride forward. Li Qianmo followed him and kept chattering, trying his best to dissuade him.
Li Qianmo tried his best to persuade her, but it had no effect. After all, the murder of his father was irreconcilable. If this happened to him, he would not be able to listen to his advice.
The young man surnamed Wu has a good temper, and he doesn't feel annoyed by his nagging all the way. Occasionally, he exchanges a few words with him to relieve his boredom, and the two sides get to know the details after going back and forth.
It turns out that this young man surnamed Wu is named Wu Mingxuan, and he comes from a martial arts family. Seven years ago, his parents were killed by a martial arts master named Wei Bochang. He escaped death by luck and hid and practiced hard for several years. This time he planned to find his enemy.
It's over.
As the two walked and argued, Li Qianmo felt more and more that Wu Mingxuan was a good man whose life experience was as miserable as his own. This strengthened his determination to prevent Wu Mingxuan from taking risks.
The two of them walked around a low hill and came to a small town. The sun was setting in the west and it was already dusk. The red light of sunset dyed the whole town red. The three of them found an inn to stay and prepared to go there tomorrow.
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-or-death showdown with the old thief Wei Bochang. This Li Qianmo has nothing to do with this matter in the first place. It is very inappropriate to involve him. We must
Gotta get rid of him."
So, the next morning, Wu Mingxuan got up early, quietly checked out and left before dawn, and walked quickly westward for fear of being overtaken by Li Qianmo.
When Li Qianmo got up, he found that Wu Mingxuan was gone. He couldn't help but secretly hate him. He was stubborn and would not change what he had decided. He left the inn and headed west quickly, vowing to catch up with Wu Mingxuan.
It was not until noon that Li Qianmo finally arrived at the coniferous forest. According to Wu Mingxuan, his enemy Wei Bochang lived here.
He entered the coniferous forest and searched around, and found that the forest was very large. 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.
After walking less than a hundred feet, I saw figures shaking not far ahead. In front of a wooden house, two people were jumping around with swords in hand, fighting fiercely. The man wielding the sword was none other than Wu Mingxuan.
Li Qianmo walked forward quietly, and when he was thirty steps away, he did not dare to come any closer. He lay down in the grass nearby and watched the fight.
The man who was fighting Wu Mingxuan was facing away from Li Qianmo and the others. He was wearing a gray robe and holding a black sword. His hair was a little gray and he looked to be forty or fifty years old.
Wu Mingxuan and Wei Bochang fought very fiercely, and the scene was thrilling. The swords passed by several times. Wu and Wei had fought hundreds of moves, and their true energy was gradually weakening, and their body movements were all sluggish.
Wu Mingxuan couldn't attack for a long time, and he was secretly anxious. After ten more moves, he finally couldn't hold it in anymore and decided to go all out. He held the sword secret in his hand, breathed through the long sword, and used a move that would burn both jade and stone. He swung the sword straight to Wei Bochang's left chest with a fierce force.
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 foot stumbled slightly, his body swayed slightly, and the black knife suddenly swung diagonally, from bottom to top, at a tricky angle, and slashed towards Wu Mingxuan's armpit. He was also prepared to exchange injuries for injuries.
Two rays of blood burst out. Although Wu Mingxuan tried his best to dodge, his armpit was still cut. Wei Bochang's condition was even worse. Wu Mingxuan's sword pierced his right shoulder, and blood flowed out. Fortunately, because of his profound skills, the black knife did not stop.
Get rid of it.
Wu Mingxuan saw that he had the upper hand, so how could he miss this good opportunity? With a dance of swords, he attacked him. Wei Bochang's right arm was injured and he could not use his sword to block, so he could only take three steps back and hide behind.
Although he moved quickly, he was still a step too slow and was stabbed in the calf by Wu Mingxuan's sword. The blood instantly soaked his trousers and dyed the ground red.
Wu Mingxuan had the absolute upper hand, and he shouted happily: "Haha, old thief Wei, your death has come, I will use your dog head to pay tribute to my parents today, and you will die!" After saying this, he made a sword gesture and rushed forward.
He just took a step and suddenly stopped, staggering and almost falling. He stood up, steadied himself, covered his chest with his hands, and looked at Wei Bochang with a look of horror on his face.
Wei Bochang suddenly laughed proudly when he saw this: "Hey, little bastard, how does your grandfather's golden toad poison taste?"
"You... are despicable!" Wu Mingxuan's eyes were red and he cursed angrily. He didn't dare to make any unnecessary moves and sat down cross-legged to exercise his power and force out poison.
"It's useless." Wei Bochang said with a smile, "Your martial arts skills are far better than mine, but you still die after being poisoned by my poison, hehe..."
Wu Mingxuan remained silent as the poisonous gas flowed straight down his blood towards his heart. He used all his energy to desperately resist the poison, his whole body was trembling, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
Wei Bochang moved his left hand in succession, and with his fingers like the wind, he repeatedly pinched key points on his right shoulder and left leg to stop the bleeding. He switched the knife to his left hand and limped towards Wu Mingxuan.
Wu Mingxuan knew that today was probably a bad day, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "Well, I'll tell you here today. When this old thief gets close, I will use all my strength to fight him, and I will fight him to the death."