Once the autumn rain begins, there is no intention of stopping. The sky is dark and it is hard to distinguish between morning and dusk, but Yang Zhaoxi and the others have already left Linji Temple.
Fang Qidou found an oil-paper umbrella cover from nowhere and put it on his head to protect him from the rain. When he saw several figures appearing, he excitedly came up to him and laughed, "Junior Brother Yang is indeed a young hero! He has superb swordsmanship and martial ethics.
To set an example. Nowadays, there is a common swordsmanship in the world. Chong Lingzi only gets eight fights, I get one fight, and ordinary people share one fight..."
Huang Shuo immediately caught the mistake: "Isn't your name Fang Qidou? If you win this one, where are the other six?"
"Cough...cough!" Fang Qidou was about to arrange something eloquently, but he was choked back by the little Taoist boy, and he immediately let go of his pride, "This... is called Yongdian. I won't lie to you. You can read it well."
There’s something missing…”
However, there was no trace of joy on Yang Chaoxi's face. He was so confused that he could not remember how he came out of the martial arts arena. Before leaving, Taoist Priest Yuan Yizi's voice still did not contain any joy or anger: "The winner has been decided.
You can go. Tell Gongsun Xuantong that I, Linji Guan, am never biased in my actions." Hua Xizi Cui Wan's cries were still mixed with the sound of rain, lingering in her ears and stirring in her heart, giving birth to a cool feeling.
Feeling ashamed.
Zhuo Songtao was not as heartless as Huang Shuo or Fang Qidou. Instead, he walked up and patted Yang Chaoxi on the shoulder: "Begonia flower falls, even though it is defeated, it is still glorious. Your master Chang Yuan is right,
There is really no chance of winning in a fight with a woman. If you win the sword and get hurt, it is really not worth it..." Yang Chaoxi just felt that Cui Wan was a little pitiful. He was bent on winning and was defeated twice. Even though he had already tolerated it.
Let, but ended up in an unhappy situation.
Fang Qidou smiled smartly: "Senior Brother Zhuo, you are the best person in ancient and modern times who can make jokes so sincerely. Since Junior Brother Yang can win consecutively, it is a worthwhile trip. I am talented, Fang Qidou, too.
This trip is well worth it! Linji Guan is a beautiful woman who has left the world and is independent. Once she looks at the Qingren City, she will look again..." While reciting a poem, the guy took out a wooden hairpin from his arms and admired it.
Looking at the rain again, I collected it with great care.
Time and space went back to the martial arts field. Yang Zhaoxi stood up slowly while listening to the cries, and felt a little dazed. Senior sister Jing Xiko had already ran forward, helped Cui Wan up, and gave him a fierce look.
Then he went outside the martial arts arena. Then Taoist priest Yuan Yizi issued an order to expel the guests. Several people clamped their tails and ran out quickly. On the way, Huang Shuo muttered rebelliously: Don't you even care about lunch? We
The host’s face is too low...
Jing Xizi helped Cui Wan back to the room where she usually slept, and urged her to quickly change out of her soaked clothes. At the same time, she called Junior Sister Shui Xizi and asked her to bring some hot water and help Cui Wan wash her head and face.
, to prevent catching wind and cold. He rinsed the fine linen cloth with hot water and scrubbed her body, then unfolded the brocade quilt and coaxed her to sleep. Cui Wan struggled for a long time, suffered defeat, and was humiliated again by some strange combination of circumstances.
, one can imagine the sadness in his heart. After some kind words of comfort from Kage Kiko, he sobbed and gradually fell asleep.
Jing Xizi gently closed the door, turned around, and saw Yuan Yizi, the master of the temple, holding a fly whisk, standing at the door, and quickly saluted. Yuan Yizi said softly: "Let her be quiet, you come with me.
." Jing Xizi followed Yuan Yizi all the way to the side hall where the temple master usually slept. After Yuan Yizi sat down on a screen chair, he found a crescent moon stool and sat in front of her.
.
Yuan Yizi pondered for a moment and then said slowly: "Hua Xizi is still young and has suffered some setbacks, but it is not a bad thing. This time I asked someone to compete, winning or losing is not a matter of course. If you win, you will feel proud, but if you lose, it will not be a bad thing."
It is also humiliating oneself. But from now on, you fellow senior sisters should stop encouraging her to be competitive and persuade her to focus more on her spiritual practice."
Jing Xizi heard the reproach from the contemporary master, and stood up and replied: "Disciple understands. Disciple is also a little curious. Junior sister Hua Xiko's 'Falling Rain Shocking Autumn Sword' was taught by the contemporary master himself. If junior sister and I face each other,
There is no guarantee of victory. How could he be humiliated to such an extent by a Taoist boy? Could it be that this Taoist boy named Chong Lingzi uses the 'Gongsun Sword Technique'?"
Yuan Yizi showed a rare smile: "I have seen the swordsmanship passed down from Gongsun Xuantong's family when I was young. The swordsmanship used by Chong Lingzi is definitely of the same lineage as 'Gongsun Swordsmanship', but the sword intention is different."
There are some differences. Especially the move with the broken sword, which is quite domineering, but not the style of Gongsun's swordsmanship. This is also a bit strange to me."
Jing Xizi added: "Then junior sister loses one after another, doesn't it mean that the 'Falling Rain Jingqiu Sword' is not as good as the 'Gongsun Sword Technique'?"
Yuan Yizi was not angry when he heard the doubt: "There is no superiority in swordsmanship. Practicing martial arts and qi is the foundation. If you are successful in cultivating Taoism, you can use gold and stone with your wave of hands to urge you. No matter how fancy swordsmanship is, it is useless." At this point,
, Yuan Yizi suddenly sighed, "Don't talk about this. Juan'er, you have been in the Taoist temple since you were more than ten years old. You are now seventeen years old, right?"
Jing Xiko didn't know why the viewer mentioned this moment, so she could only reply: "After this year's birthday, you will be seventeen years old."
Yuan Yizi smiled slightly and said: "At this age, you should find a destination. Whether you are practicing Taoism or returning to secular life, it is better than the boring practice of chanting sutras and practicing martial arts every day, and having green lights and yellow scrolls every night. Feng Yizi said the past few days
I will take you and other disciples to Taiwei Palace to participate in Taoist discussions and martial arts exercises. Is there any handsome man that I like? There is no one else here, so you can tell me, and the old Taoist will talk to the master of the Taoist temple."
Jing Xizi's face was slightly red, but she shook her head firmly: "Master, when I entered the temple, your life was saved by you. I also made a great wish in front of the Taoist statue, that I would practice Taoism and serve the whole life.
You’re at your side.”
But Yuan Yizi said happily: "It is really valuable that you have the heart to follow the Tao. But my Taoist sect does not prohibit marriage, and I am an old Taoist. I am getting older and I don't know when I will ascend. Why do you need to draw the earth as a prison?"
Jing Xiko's face changed, but her tears suddenly rolled down: "Aunt Chunxi! I... I was... humiliated by the thieves when I was so young... If I had thrown myself into a well that day, I would have been dead, but...
I only blame myself for my lack of determination to die. Now that my body is ruined, how can I talk about marriage..."
"It's not your fault. Why should you be so worried about it... But as a woman, you should get married and have children, so as not to violate the yin and yang of the universe..." Yuan Yizi Tong Chunxi said, and took Jing Xizi away
He held her in his arms and stroked her hair, "Time is short, don't waste your youth..."
Yang Zhaoxi and four others left Linji Temple, led by Fang Qidou, and walked north along the road on the east side of Chongzhengfang and Xuanfanfang. The rain gradually became heavier, and pedestrians and vendors all sought shelter from the rain. In the middle of the road,
There were only four of them, walking left and right, leaning on some wide eaves along the street.
When they were about to leave the square road to the east of Xuanfan Square, six figures suddenly appeared in front of them. They were all dressed as Taoist priests, but they covered their faces with black cloth. They drew out their horizontal swords and blocked the road in front of them. The four of them stopped and they all knew they were coming.
The person was not kind, so he turned around and ran back. After running more than ten steps, six more figures came up from behind, wearing the same Taoist priest attire, masked and holding knives, pressing forward step by step. Zhuo Songtao shouted coldly: "You guys
Who is he!"
A figure sneered and said: "Duan Zhengyue has just been taught a lesson by our Tao Chong temple, so you don't recognize it? Our temple master saw that Taoist friend Shangqing Guan Chong Lingzi's swordsmanship is unparalleled, so he wanted to invite him over as a guest. Please condescend to me.
Just come with us."
Fang Qidou also put away his cynicism and shouted coldly: "What nonsense are you talking to them about? Kill them!" After saying that, he rushed up and slapped the person who just spoke. Zhuo Songtao, Yang
Chao Xi and the others knew that there was no way to reason, so they swarmed forward, narrowly avoiding the first few blows, and found an opening to break through to the north. At this time, the Taoist priest behind also approached, drawing his sword and slashing. For a moment, cold light flashed, and raindrops fell everywhere.
Splashing, more than a dozen figures were fighting together in the narrow street.
The two sides fought for more than ten breaths, but the battle ended in a strange stalemate. Yang Zhaoxi and the four of them put their backs together and looked at the masked Taoist priests surrounding them with vigilance. Yang Zhaoxi drank in a low voice: "They caught him.
It's me. I'll separate and attack in a while. If I can escape, I'll count them all! If you escape, tell the viewer!"
Fang Qidou also observed some clues: "They are ruthless in their attacks, but they don't hit the vital points, so they don't want to kill us. When they break out, they can let go of their hands and feet and beat us to death or cripple, but they are not good at learning."
"The others all responded.
Twelve masked Taoist priests surrounded the four people in the center, slowly shrinking the circle, as if they wanted to use this pressure to force out their weaknesses. Fang Qidou suddenly shouted loudly, but he preemptively struck straight ahead.
A masked Taoist priest rushed forward. The masked Taoist priest paused for a moment, but then he saw Fang Qidou roll on the spot again, and used the "Seizing Fist" move to trip the horse's leg, but he attacked the masked Taoist priest on the right.
Taoist priest. The masked Taoist priest was approaching, but he was not prepared for a "thing" that suddenly appeared under his feet. He swept his body and fell down with his knife. Suddenly, a gap appeared in the encirclement. The Taoist priest next to him squeezed in.
He wanted to take someone, but Fang Qidou rushed out of the encirclement at this moment of breaking the defense, and ran far away in a few breaths.
The other masked Taoist priests were shocked by this attack and suddenly felt that they had lost their dignity. They all rushed forward and started fighting with Yang Chaoxi and the other three. One of the masked Taoist priests shouted: "Escape one! There will definitely be a tip off. We must fight quickly."
!" The masked Taoist priest who had just been attacked cursed and got up. Mud water was still dripping down his face, and he joined the battle group with emotion. After another dozen breaths of fighting, the arms of Yang Chaoxi and the three of them,
The calf and other places were all covered in paint, but the wounds were shallow and there was not much bleeding, so it was not life-threatening.
However, when the twelve masked Taoist priests saw that they were unable to fight for a long time, they did not want to waste any more time. They took out the lasso from their arms and threw it at Yang Chaoxi and the others. The three of them were unarmed and could only fight with their fists and feet.
Soon his hands, feet, and neck were tied up, and he was tied up and thrown to the ground. At this time, the horses neighed at the entrance of the road, and a group of masked Taoist priests did not waste any time. They just grabbed Yang Chaoxi, put on their hoods, and threw them on the horses.
Disperse.
Zhuo Songtao and Huang Shuo were gagged and their hands and feet were bound. They lay here and there in the rain-filled street. They heard the sound of horse hooves disappearing quickly in the sound of rain. They looked at each other and were speechless.