Chapter 38 Chapter 38 Where is the soul

When the sound reached Lang Fanyun's ears, it was already very faint, but Lang Fanyun could still recognize it as the sound of a sword clash, coming from the south bank where there were no houses, if it didn't happen that he was downwind, even though he Fanyun's spiritual ear would never have imagined that it could catch such a faint sound amidst the loud noise of the waves crashing on the shore. He felt stunned, thinking to himself that there was only a watchtower sentry at the tide watching stone on the south bank. There was no more sound. Lang Fanyun knew something was wrong, so he jumped up and swept towards the south bank.

It didn't take a moment for the waves to come to the south bank. The watchtower with a height of three feet was quiet and lonely, and there was no sound and no movement around. Lang Fanyun raised his breath and landed on Wanglou Xiao like a big bird. Seeing the scene, his calm heart couldn't help but burst into anger. The three Angry Jiao gangsters guarding the tower fell to the ground, their blood stained the watchtower, and they were poisoned by the enemy. On the table in the watchtower, a letter was placed in an even shape, one corner of which was suppressed by a piece of copper carved with fine wind and cloud patterns.

On the cover of the envelope, the words "Shangguan Gangzhu Dajian" are written in cinnabar, and there is another line of small characters under the left corner, which reads "Daming Imperial Seal and Great Commander Leng Yanzhen". Lang Fanyun glanced at the dark Dongting Lake. The tide is getting faster. "So Suo!" There was the sound of the fluttering of the sails at the far end of the horizon. This is the sound of setting sail. Lang Fanyun's expression returned to calm, and his eyes returned to the three brothers of the Nujiao Gang who died on the ground, and his sorrow flashed.

"Clang!" The rain-covering sword came out of its sheath. Blossoms of swords were formed, and when they were sheathed back, there was already a line of words on the stone table next to the letter, which read, "What the enemy wants is waves and clouds, and I will let them get what they want." "when!" Lang Fanyun stretched out his fingers and rang the warning bronze bell, flew up into the sky like an angry eagle, and threw it into a special speedboat of the Nujiao Gang moored beside the tide watching stone. With a strong foot, the thick rope that tied the speedboat to the shore immediately snapped.

The speedboat sailed out. It was as if there were more than a dozen powerful men rushing under the boat. In a blink of an eye, it melted into the dark Dongting Lake. Han Bai saw the big tent erected in the barn. The tent was covered with embroidered decorations and decorated with all kinds of ornaments that imitated the shapes of animals and plants. They were either inlaid with precious stones or made of real gold. It was very gorgeous. , but also quite gaudy.I secretly felt sad: This strange tent has an evil spirit, and its owner is probably not a kind person, so it should not be suitable to stay for a long time.

Just as he was about to leave, he became dizzy and almost fell to the ground. Han Bai struggled to support. One must know that in the land of martial arts, the most important thing is perseverance. If he "allows" himself to faint, he will recover in the future and his skill will be greatly reduced. After a while, Shenzhi recovered. I just felt weak for a while. Unexpectedly, a light swipe of Liu Yaozhi's flute could cause so much damage. Now the meridians on half of his body are in unbearable pain. What worries him most is that the pain tends to spread. The true energy flowed through the meridians again unimpeded, maybe half of the body would be useless.

Look around. I sighed in my heart. The warehouse is six to seven hundred feet square, but this super-giant tent occupies a full third of the area, and the rest is clean and empty, not even a small mouse that is a frequent visitor to the granary can hide. Slight and fine footsteps sounded outside the warehouse. Han Bai was taken aback, and wanted to raise his energy to jump up, but he didn't know that the true energy in his body was weak and weak, scattered but not gathered. "Yeah!" The warehouse door opened. Han Bai had no choice, he walked around the tent, came to the entrance, and went in desperately.

Even though he is currently in a state of exhaustion, he can't help but feel admiration in his heart. The wide tent is covered with soft and soft woolen carpet with gorgeous patterns. In the center of the tent is a long table and several plates of fresh fruits, which emit a tempting aroma. The four corners of the tent are neatly stacked and heavy Futons, square and round soft pillows are arranged like soldiers, giving people a warm and comfortable feeling. The door opens. The light of the lamp penetrated through the tent. Han Bai consciously bent down on the thick and soft carpet, looked back, and saw two exquisite and slender figures of women holding lanterns cast on the tent under the light of the lights.

The two girls are about to enter the account. Han Bai was so frightened that he found the quilt piled in a corner, and got in. With his back resting on the soft carpet and a thick quilt on it, and smelling the clean smell of the quilt, the comfortable feeling made Han Bai boast that he had chosen the right place to take refuge and heal his wounds, but Just pray that these two women with extremely hot figures don't choose the quilt hidden in his corner as a sleeping bed for tonight, that's fine! Qin Mengyao stepped into the willow forest covered by starlight. In her life dedicated to Kendo, there are not many things that can move her heart.

To her, life and death are just different stages, between life and death is just a short journey, everything will pass, and everything will eventually disappear without a trace. Only the way of the sword is eternal. But the "sword" is not an end, but a means, a means to solve the mystery of life, death and existence. She knew that the top martial arts figures of each generation, no matter how far and how tortuous their life journeys, would inevitably return to this path of eternal pursuit in the end. Otherwise, how can one surpass all living beings and become an outstanding figure passed down through the ages?

That is the nirvana of martial arts. Does anyone know when that will happen?Will it happen?And what happens after that happens? A hundred years ago, Ba Shiba, a peerless Mongolian master, touched the ground with a finger in the Zen room of Buquila Palace, and left with a smile; The eagle leaps away from the high cliff hanging hundreds of feet above. The philosopher is gone! How she wished they could come back to earth and tell her what happened. But "ignorance" is the iron law of life. I don't know life, I don't know death! Pang Ban was also groping along this road. Pang Ban twenty years ago had already seen through the illusions of the world, otherwise he would not have retired for twenty years, submerged in cultivating Daoism, cultivating demons, and even giving up Yan Jingan, giving up the intoxicating love and hate, who would Can you really understand what he is doing? Or only Lang Fanyun can understand him. Only these two outstanding people in this world can move her heart. Her speed gradually increased, and Liu Lin retreated on both sides. The forest road is over, and the most famous "Liuxin Lake" next to the willow forest is in front of you. A small boat sailed slowly from afar. A man as majestic as a mountain, sitting firmly at the stern of the boat, paddled the boat rhythmically with both hands. When the wooden oar hit the water, it made a soft sound. The small lake in the starry sky is so peaceful and quiet. Qin Mengyao's mind is as clear as a mirror, without a trace of dust, watching the magician who has occupied the throne of the world's number one master for sixty years, gradually approaching. Pang Ban looked at the beautiful woman standing quietly by the bank, with fluttering skirts and fluttering hair, as if she was going to go to heaven, recalling the scene when she first met Yan Jing'an, a moment of bewilderment passed in her heart. Qin Mengyao gave a little blessing, and said: "Mengyao, on behalf of the master, would like to send hello to the magician!" Pang Ban looked deeply at Qin Mengyao, and said softly: "It's a great pleasure to swim in the lake late at night, Mengyao, please!" Qin Mengyao smiled slightly, moved slightly, and sat firmly on the bow of the boat. Pang Ban smiled happily, but he didn't see how he moved the oars vigorously, the speed of the small boat suddenly increased, and it shot towards the center of the lake like an arrow. Qin Mengyao leaned to the side and put his hand into the lake water, a cool and soft feeling came into his hand. For some reason, she suddenly thought of Dongting Lake. When Lang Fanyun stretched his hand into the lake, did he feel the same as her? Pang Ban withdrew his oars, let the boat float in the middle of the lake, looked up at the stars embedded in the dark night sky, and sighed: "Does Jing'an still love listening to the rain so much?" Qin Mengyao's tender body trembled slightly, she pulled her hand out of the water, looked at the drops of water dripping down her fingertips, from thick to thin, and said softly: "Whenever it rains in the mountains, Mengyao stays up all night with Master. , listening to the rain at the 'Rain Appreciation Pavilion' in the back mountain." Pang Ban was startled, looked away, looked at Qin Mengyao who was looking down at his fingertips, and said worriedly: "The night rain is wet and cold, and the mountain wind will be strong afterwards, staining the skirt of the clothes, isn't Jing'an afraid of getting cold?" Then He laughed dumbly again, and said: "I think I'm really confused. Jing'an is one of the best masters in the world. A little cold air will not affect her..." After a pause, he frowned and said in surprise: "But why should I Can't get rid of the impression that she is weak and sick?" Qin Mengyao raised his hand, moved it to his lips, stuck out the tip of his tongue, and wiped out the remaining small drops of water. A look of nostalgia flashed in his eyes, and he said lightly: "I understand what the magician is thinking, because I also feel this way Now that I think about it, it is because of the master's natural beauty, sentimentality, gentleness, and tenderness that make her extremely lovable, and I feel weak and slender towards her. In fact, she is healthier than anyone else, and has never had the slightest illness." Pang Ban closed his eyes and remained silent, as if he had lost himself in another world. Qin Mengyao looked at Pang Banyingwei's face, which was full of masculine charm, and there was a strong ripple in his heart. She finally met Pang Ban. Pang Ban slowly opened his eyes, and the lightning flashed all over the place. After a frightening light flashed, he left Qin Mengyao's aura and pretty face, and swept to the willow forest on the left bank, and let out a muffled snort. Qin Mengyao sighed inwardly, and asked, "Why does the magician come and go today?" Gentleness shone again in Pang Ban's eyes that saw through the world. He smiled slightly, revealing an expression of reminiscence, and said calmly: "Twenty-three years ago, after ten days of facing each other at Cihang Jingzhai, Jing'an and I, After going back to the palace and thinking hard for two years and another one hundred and seventy-two days, I finally offered Jing An the condition of retiring for twenty years... Alas!" At this point, he stopped, looked up at the starry sky, and inexplicable pain flashed across his eyes. His expression made people feel that when he made that decision, he had paid a great price and owed a debt to Yan Jingan. Qin Mengyao's peaceful heart turned into turbulent waves. Although Yan Jingan never concealed what was in her heart, she always kept her mouth shut when it came to the "deal" with Pang Ban who had retired for twenty years. Madara seems to want to reveal the mystery inside, how can I teach her not to tremble? Pang Ban returned to calm, and said in a calm tone that made people tremble: "Jing'an wrote back to me, and only said two sentences, that is, 'I will send you a disciple, but I will also train a disciple to restrain you.' So when Ye Yu told me that you appeared nearby, even though I wanted him to invite you to a willow forest meeting in the third watch, I still couldn't help but want to see Qin Mengyao, who was cultivated by Jing'an in advance, what kind of No. 1 character is he?" Then he shook his head and smiled wryly: "In the world, I am afraid that only Jing'an can make me lose my patience." Qin Mengyao was surprised: "It turns out that the master has such intentions, but I never knew." Pang Ban praised: "This is exactly the place where Jing'an is brilliant, so there is no trace to be found. In fact, the highest mental method of Cihang Jingzhai lies in the word 'Jing'. If there is an obstacle in the heart, how can it be "Extremely quiet"?" His eyes flashed, he looked deeply into Qin Mengyao's eyes and said, "When I arrived today, I thought that Han Bai should be the first person to sense my arrival, because he is wearing a naked body. The demon species of Zunxin is very sensitive to me. How could you know that Mengyao was the first person to know that I had arrived? It can be seen that Mengyao's swordsmanship has reached the state of "Sword Heart Is Bright" in the "Cihang Sword Code", Jing'an Jing'an! Pang Ban is so impressed." Qin Mengyao used the movement of bowing her head to conceal her inconceivable shock. She was not shocked by the fact that Pang Ban saw through her depth, what shocked her was that Pang Ban could deliberately release a certain spiritual message beyond ordinary people's understanding to make the three of them respond, and what was even more shocking was that Well, he was able to detect the reactions in their hearts purely in a way of mental remote sensing. This is the most terrifying skill. It can be seen from this that Pang Ban's Dao Heart Demon-planting method is really unfathomable, mysterious and difficult to understand, beyond the general routine, and makes people feel unable to deal with it. According to what Pang Ban said, the day Yan Jingan accepted her as his apprentice, he had already decided to train her to deal with Pang Ban. Pang Ban laughed, with a look of appreciation in his eyes, and said: "I never thought that Fan Liangji would be so sharp. He really deserves to be the king of thieves." Qin Mengyao smiled and said, "If he hadn't been born with a keen thief, he would have been arrested and sent to jail." Pang Ban glanced at her indifferently, and said casually: "Meng Yao must not know that the master of 'Lone Bandit' Fan Liangji is Ling Duxu, the 'King of Qi' who broke into the 'Jingyan Palace' with Chuanying a hundred years ago, and he was seriously injured at that time. Si Hanfei thought that his life was not long, but Ling Duxu's innate qigong has reached the peak, and he can heal the broken internal organs, but he has lost the ability to speak since then." Qin Mengyao's pretty face was calm and calm, but there was another storm in her heart. Before that, she thought that she was one of the few people who knew the origin of Fan Liangji's sect, but she and Yan Jingan were able to know this secret because of their close relationship with "Jing Nian Zen School". Ling Duxu spent his later years in Jingnian Zen, and his bones were exceptionally enshrined in the "Sage Pavilion" of Jingnian Zen that never enshrines outsiders. Pang Ban casually revealed such a big secret, and it can be seen that Pang Ban's influence is indeed pervasive, even the isolated martial arts pure land like Jingnian Zen is not immune. What made her heart tremble even more was that he actually knew that she had heard about it. When she was sixteen years old, Yan Jingan took her to the Jingnian Zen School in Qinghai alone, met the Zen master, and handed her a letter written by Yan Jingan.In the three years since that day, Master Liaojin not only taught her martial arts in person, but also asked her to read the collection of martial arts books in Zen Buddhism and the notes of the ancestors of the past generations. Therefore, although she is called the successor of Cihang Jingzhai, she has The most transcendent masters of martial arts in these two martial arts holy places, unexpectedly, Pang Ban revealed the relationship between her and Jingnian Zen after a few words of chat. This also shows that he never takes Yan Jingan lightly. Qin Mengyao met Pang Ban's burning gaze. A faint smile, but did not speak. Pang Ban was stunned and said: "God! Why are you two so similar to Jing'an's temperament! If you move and stay still, if you are combined, you will be like Yan Jing'an." Qin Mengyao's beautiful eyes lit up, and she asked, "Where is my senior sister?" With bare feet, Jin Bingyun stepped on the winding mountain road leading to Dita Peak, and just passed the stone plaque on the left and right stone pillars carved with "my home is in the mountain, and the clouds are deep." The tallest building in Cihang Jingzhai " The spire of the "Tibetan Pagoda" popped out of the jungle at the end of the mountain. Home is in sight. The Cihang Jingzhai under the starry night is even more fairy-like. My home is in this mountain, and I don't know where the clouds are deep. She has been away from here for a full ten years, but she doesn't feel any strangeness about the "home" she has been away for many years. Cihang Jingzhai is the same as before. As often seen in dreams. Jin Bingyun accelerated under his feet, and in a blink of an eye he had arrived at the gate of Cihang Jingzhai. The two lanterns hanging on the gate shone with trembling golden candlelight, as if welcoming her back. Jin Bingyun raised her snow-white and slender hand, and was about to pull up the door knocker decorated with lotus patterns, knocking on the mountain gate, when suddenly there was a shock, and she stopped, with an indescribably complex look flashing in her eyes, and she cried out: "What happened? What? Why are there so many people here? Master! Your little Bingyun is back!" Cihang Jingzhai's world-famous "Seven Doors" opened the first outermost door, followed by the second, and the third... The mountain gates that went deeper and deeper opened one after another in front of Jin Bingyunqiao, as if for the sake of She opened the door to another world, and finally revealed the secret path to escape from this cold reality. When the seventh door was finally opened, Le Bingyun saw that the large square where only birds hovered occasionally was full of nuns who were meditating in the Cihang Jingzhai. Each of them is holding a lantern, Shenqian Suji, which illuminates the inside and outside of the door bright red, and the scene is strange and inexplicable. Jin Bingyun had imagined thousands of scenarios that he would meet when he returned to Jingzhai, but he never thought about the possibility before him. A ball of heat condensed in Jin Bingyun's chest, and she called out loudly: "Master! Little Bingyun is back!" Barefoot ran quickly, and shot into the seven-fold gate like an arrow. When she floated through the seventh gate of Zhou like a fairy, all the nuns retreated to both sides, revealing a road formed by a human wall, leading straight to the gate of the main hall "Cihang Hall" of Cihang Jingzhai. The door was closed tightly. Beside the door was a middle-aged nun with a clear face. She is the "Wentiani" whose status in Cihang Jingzhai is second only to Yan Jing'an. When Jin Bingyun was twelve years old, she retreated to practice Taoism. Unexpectedly, she is still the same as when she entered the customs today. Sixteen years have not changed. Leave no marks on her face. Jin Bingyun's delicate body shook, but she didn't stop. She stepped forward and stepped onto the square paved with granite barefoot, feeling the coldness through her feet. Wen Tianni looked at her calmly, neither happy nor sad. Jin Bingyun stopped before asking Tianni, her lips quivered, but she couldn't speak. Wen Tianni whispered the Buddha's name and said: "Little Bingyun, go in! Don't keep your master waiting." A cloud of mist rose from Jin Bingyun's beautiful eyes, and he looked at the closed door blankly, and said softly: "Master..." stretched out his hand to push the door. "Yeah!" The door opened a crack. The warm light of the beating candles shone through. Jin Bingyun pressed her pretty face against the wooden door, and a familiar smell poured into her nose. She remembered that when she played hide-and-seek with Yan Jingan, she hid behind this door and smelled the same familiar smell of wood. Her tender body leaned forward lightly, using her body strength to push open the big wooden door a little bit, and squeezed in. The wide rectangular hall stretches in front of you, and at the end of the hall is a two-foot-tall stone Buddha sitting cross-legged, with a lotus seal made by hand.A stone bed was placed in the center of the hall, and Yan Jingan, dressed in white like snow, was lying on the stone bed silently, with her head facing the stone Buddha. Jin Bingyun's whole body trembled violently, and it took him a while to regain control, his eyes shot out disbelief, and he walked towards Yan Jingan who was lying on the stone bed step by step. Master, you are dead. Why didn't you wait for your little Bingyun for a while? At last she came to the stone bed. Yan Jingan's phoenix eyes were leisurely closed, her face was as calm and beautiful as before. But life has left her. Jin Bingyun became weak for a while, his legs went limp, and he knelt down on the ground. Yan Jingan was already dead. master! Do you know that Bing Yun didn't blame you at all. Only your little Bingyun understands your greatness and the sacrifices you made for the martial arts and all living beings in the world. Only you can postpone the catastrophe for twenty years, and now at least there is a wave of trouble. Wen Tianni's voice sounded from behind and said: "Master Yan Zhai passed away seven days ago. Before she died, she firmly believed that you would come back within ten days, so she ordered to wait for you to come back and see her for the last time before being cremated and scattering ashes on the back mountain." Around the Rain Pavilion, now you are finally here." Jin Bingyun's expression was surprisingly calm, his eyes were not disturbed at all, he slowly turned his head, and looked at Wen Tianni's clean face. Wen Tianni took out a letter from his bosom, and said: "Master Yan Zhai has three suicide notes, one for you, one for the junior sister you have never met, and the last one for Pang Ban." The letter passed. Le Bingyun took the letter and pressed it on his chest, tears finally welled up in his eyes. Wen Tianni took three steps back, respectfully said: "Master Jin, please give a salute to everyone in Wen Tian Dai Zhai." Jin Bingyun didn't seem to hear her words at all. He didn't know that he had become the leader of one of the two holy places of martial arts. He moved from the ground like a ghost and moved to Yan Jingan's corpse, which seemed to be sleeping peacefully. He carefully examined Yan Jingan's innocence. legacy. Yan Jingan was surprisingly calm and peaceful, there seemed to be a hint of a smile hanging from her corners. How could she be dead! But this is the cruel reality before us. Asking Tianni's voice sounded again: "Master, why don't you open the letter and read it, don't you want to know the last words of the Master before his death!" Jin Bingyun looked at Wen Tianni, with a beautiful and heartbreaking smile on his pretty face that was still covered with tears, and said softly: "What letter?"