Journey To Longevity

In the cave on the back mountain of Changsheng Temple, Sun Erlou leaned against the stone wall at the entrance of the cave, holding a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth, and patted the long scabbard around his waist from time to time.

Dozens of people inside the cave were hungry after a few meals, lost their energy, and stopped a lot in a day or two. When they came in, they were noisy and disturbing.

Sun Erlou spit on the ground and looked at the person who was sharpening the knife in front of him. The sound of rustling, rustling and the sound of the long knife on the grindstone were very rhythmic, full of rhythm.

The one sharpening the knife was a gray-haired old man, surnamed Zhou, who was blind in one eye, but Sun Erlou didn't dare to call him Zhou blind, blind man, or blind old man.

When he first came here, there was an eight-foot man who looked like a dog, but with a stinky mouth. When he saw old man Zhou squatting on the ground sharpening his knife, he laughed at him as a blind man.

The man had just finished speaking, and the smile on his face hadn't faded away. Old man Zhou took a long knife and strode across, stabbing the man through. People like them don't have a few lives in their hands. They have seen life and death a lot, and those who kill people can't coax others.

But Sun Erlou could see very clearly at that time, the old man had no expression on his face after the murder, and his eyelids didn't even raise half an inch, he was more casual than slaughtering a chicken.

He is not afraid of Sun Erlou, but he doesn't want to cause trouble, so he is usually polite to the old man Zhou, because this man was once a military commander, so he called him Zhou Shichang.

His face had been gloomy since the morning, and he pulled out his saber and was sharpening it. The old man Zhou Shichang didn't usually look like this, so he caught his attention.

Sun Erlou saw Zhou Shichang holding a long knife, with one eye under the sun, looking at the blade very seriously, and asked curiously: Zhou Shichang, what are you looking at? What's so good about sharpening a knife? Are you not looking at the mother-in-law?

You don't understand. He shook his head and said, This knife can't be sharpened too sharply, it can easily break the mouth, and it can't be too blunt, because it can easily get stuck in the bone. When the two armies are fighting, the heart must not be soft, and the knife must not be slow. , It’s quicker to cut it, and it’s better to pull it up.”

As he spoke, he stood up, held the handle of the knife with both hands, made a few slashing movements, and said with a smile, I don't know if I can survive this time. The feeling was lingering, and he believed in his own feeling, because Zhou Shichang survived by relying on this intuition after decades on the battlefield.

What Zhou Shichang said was so low that Sun Erlou couldn't hear the wind whistling as he waved his knife, so he asked, What are you talking about?

Nothing, nothing.

Say you can't survive. A black-purple sword light danced like a snake butterfly, and instantly drew a line of blood on the throats of the four gatekeepers at the entrance of the cave.

The black and purple sword light cut the wooden fence of the cave into small sections, and then returned to Zhang Shiping's hands. He wiped it on his storage bag and put Luo Junjian in it.

After hearing the sound, dozens of children in the cave, some with some strength, ran out of the cave with courage, but when they saw Zhang Shiping walking over the corpses of the four gatekeepers on the ground, they Stepped back a few times and fell to the ground.

Stay well, don't run around, someone will pick you up later. Zhang Shiping said to these children, with an orderly tone that did not allow others to question.

On the Loess Avenue outside the east gate of Qingyuan City, there were seven or eight horse-drawn carriages running. In the front of the carriage, there were twenty people, one person and two horses, divided into two rows. The leader was Master Chen who had just gone to see Zhang Shiping. Wei and Xian Yuchun were two old men, followed by eighteen well-dressed men, billowing up a trail of smoke and dust.

The two led the people behind them, and one could see the urgent look on their faces,

After nearly an hour, these people rushed to the back mountain of the Temple of Longevity. When they saw Zhang Shiping sitting cross-legged in front of the cave and meditating, they came forward cautiously: I'm late, please forgive me, Uncle Zhang.

Zhang Shiping opened his eyes and saw that they were all busy, and knew that they had tried their best and did not make things difficult for them: Take all the children in the cave back, send back those who can be sent back to their parents as much as possible, those who have no father or mother, Just stay and give them a job to do, don't starve to death.

Yes. The two immediately agreed, and a dozen people behind them, greeted by the two, went into the cave to bring out the children inside and put them in the carriage. Some children were frightened and wanted to cry but did not dare to make a sound Well, those well-dressed men are not delicate people, and they can't control so much, as long as they can load people into the car.

And deal with the corpses in the Temple of Longevity. Those are all followers of the Ten Thousand Blood Cult. Zhang Shiping continued.

The two quickly agreed.

After Zhang Shiping explained the matter, the Gyeongju matter has come to an end. He can go to the headquarters of the Ten Thousand Blood Sect to join the Zongmen and his party, or he can go directly to Zhengyangzong.

Zhang Shiping thought for a while, he took out the ancient Qingling boat, and in the eyes of everyone, he drove the flying magic weapon away, but the direction he flew was not the headquarters of the Ten Thousand Blood Sect, nor the Zhengyang Sect, but towards Yu Yu. Fly to Xuzhou, China.

In the Temple of Longevity, corpses were scattered all over the field, Chen Shiwei and Xian Yuchun directed the crowd to move out all the corpses in the temple, put them on the pile of wood, light a fire, and the orange-red flame quickly engulfed it corpse.

The two of them looked at the three piles of fire in front of them, and each showed a relaxed expression.

Fortunately, Uncle Zhang from the sect is easy to talk to.

Senior Brother Zhao is too protective of the Zhao family. If another Master Zhuji comes over, I'm afraid the Zhao family will disappear.

The two talked and laughed, and the wooden door of the Temple of Longevity closed slowly. They were immortal cultivators after all, and they immediately discovered the situation. They took a look, and neither of them broke it. Big, a little cold.

The two walked away from the fire, and immediately went down the mountain, leaving a few people watching the fire.

In the Temple of Longevity, an old man in a washed white robe slowly closed the heavy tung oil wooden door, picked up the broom behind the door, and swept the blood-stained fallen leaves into a pile.

He shook his head and muttered: This little baby will definitely cause trouble for people. The old man stood on the ground holding a broomstick, and looked at the sky with his drooping eyes.

Zhang Shiping, who was nearly a hundred miles away, was sitting on the ancient Qingling boat. Suddenly, his whole body trembled and he was covered in cold sweat. He felt as if he was being targeted by some peerless beast. .

After descending more than a dozen feet, Zhang Shiping stabilized. He bit the tip of his tongue, exerted himself, and poured his mana into the ancient Qingling boat without reservation. The flying speed was at least half accelerated, but Zhang Shiping was still not satisfied. , he took out the elixir and kept stuffing it into his mouth, while holding a medium-grade fire spirit stone with the other hand, he flew towards Xuzhou, the state of Yu, as if fleeing for his life.

It's quite clever, the old man sweeping the floor of the Longevity Temple lowered his head and smiled, and said to himself, If the old man's retreat is broken, it can be regarded as a lesson for you.

In the blood-stained places in the Temple of Longevity, rats and ants who smelled blood crawled out and licked them continuously. The old man who swept the floor put the broom back behind the door, frowned, and remained motionless. After a few breaths, The figure gradually disappeared, and the person no longer knew where he had gone.

Ever since watching Tianlong Babu, I have always dreamed of having a sweeping monk in my heart, and today my wish came true. (*≧▽≦)