There are seven days left until the nirvana plan.
Xie Sui'an was so nervous that he was almost paranoid. He held a sword in his arms every day while eating and sleeping, keeping Xu Zhou under his nose.
On this day, a scrawled letter arrived from outside.
It reads: "I am trapped on the Quling River."
Such an ugly calligraphy was unique. Xie Sui'an recognized it at a glance. It was Nan Yi's calligraphy.
She first thought that Nan Yi was "Yan".
She could never have imagined that this was a forged letter by Xie Queshan, and the "goose" she thought was just what Xie Queshan made her think.
Something happened to "Yan" and she couldn't just sit back and ignore it, so she immediately went to see Song Muchuan and asked him to help rescue Nan Yi.
This was the first time Song Muchuan knew that Nan Yi was actually the mysterious codename Yan.
He always felt that something was wrong, but he did recall every piece of it, and she was indeed involved in it, and she played a big role. In addition, Xie Sui'an spoke so firmly and said that Xie Heng had personally confessed this, so there was no doubt that he was involved.
It turned out that she was the senior, and he actually wanted to drag her into Bingzhusi together. Song Muchuan felt ashamed and anxious in his heart, ashamed of his poor eyesight and anxious about her situation.
The last time they said goodbye on a rainy night, they had no contact again. He didn't know how she was exposed, but since she was able to spread the news, there must be some room for it.
The ship was about to be completed, and he couldn't get away. Most of Bingzhusi's spies were silent. He could only ask Ying Huai of the Yucheng Army to help with the rescue mission.
Ying Huai set out that night. There are only a few tributaries of the Quling River. After checking them one by one, they found the barge hanging in the middle of the river under a remote cliff.
Ying Huai led people to climb down from the cliff and approach the ship. Unexpectedly, there were no guards on the ship.
The rooms on the ship showed signs of life. The meal in the lunch box was for one person, and there was half a bottle of wine on the table.
The curtains were hanging down layer by layer, and there seemed to be someone inside, and there was also a faint smell of alcohol wafting out.
"Madam?" Ying Huai called tentatively, but no one in the curtain responded.
"If you don't answer, I'll take the liberty of coming in."
Ying Huai slowly opened the curtain, and the girl lay quietly on the bed. He reached out hesitantly, felt her breath, and then breathed a sigh of relief.
He's alive, but he can't wake up no matter how hard he shakes him. He seems to be drunk.
Ying Huai sent out a signal, and the responding boat quickly approached the ship, and several people carried the unconscious Nan Yi off the ship.
The leaf boat was getting further and further away, until it was no longer visible under the moonlight, and then Xie Queshan came out of the darkness.
He was extremely indifferent, and there was no expression on his face. He just walked back to the room calmly, pulled out the hidden shackles from under the bed, and fastened them back on his wrists.
With a click, it was easy to return to the starting point.
He sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes wandering aimlessly in this small room. A trace of trance finally appeared on his face. He was not sure if she had been here.
The first time I saw it, I saw a long strand of hair on the bedside.
Everything between them hangs between this strand of hair. Easily broken and easily broken.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open, a strong wind suddenly filled the whole room, and the curtains were blown away, causing demons to dance wildly.
He didn't hold the long hair in his hand, and the hair was swept away by the wind, and disappeared all of a sudden.
Xie Queshan raised his head and saw Zhang Yuehui.
It was not only Xie Queshan who witnessed all this, but also him.
He received a letter that Xie Queshan's personal bodyguard He Ping escaped halfway and went to see Xie Queshan secretly.
Then He Ping returned to Wangxuewu and sent a message to Xie Sui'an, asking her to rescue "Yan".
Zhang Yuehui did not stop this. He wanted to see what Xie Queshan wanted to do.
In such a situation, does he still want to escape? He doesn't want it anymore? If he really had the best of both worlds... he could turn a blind eye.
Then he noticed something strange.
Xie Queshan's actions were just to send Nan Yi away.
Not only that, he gave her his identity. He took all the risks of being a wild goose, but gave her all the protection that a wild goose could get.
For some reason, Zhang Yuehui felt a huge sense of frustration and loss. This feeling made him lose interest in watching the ending of his enemy. He came to the ship by mistake.
He wanted to see if the great sage was made of flesh and blood. Is this the reincarnation of a Bodhisattva? There should be a round of Buddha's light at the top of the head.
It seems that he is still in this mortal body, which is really disappointing.
Zhang Yuehui laughed dumbly, sat down and poured himself a glass of wine. After thinking about it, he also filled the empty wine glass opposite him.
Jiangfeng paired with wine is really pleasant.
Xie Queshan sat down opposite him and drank a glass of wine with him in silence.
At this time, it is time to drink a glass of wine without any distractions, even if the enemy is sitting in front of you.
Zhang Yuehui suddenly said slowly, "Xie Queshan, you really don't give her any selfishness at all."
This person will always be the one who refuses to open the pot. The white-flowered knife tip stabbed people one after another.
Xie Queshan sneered, a bit self-deprecating: "You really want me to give it to you?"
"You should learn from me. You are full of selfishness. This kind of game is interesting."
"It's boring, it's all boring." Xie Queshan raised his head and drank a glass of wine.
Zhang Yuehui laughed and smiled, but his eyes dimmed inch by inch. With a little force on his hand, the thin porcelain wine glass was broken into pieces. The white porcelain and red blood made his hand more and more intense. The grip tightened.
The bloodstains didn't seem to match this elegant face. He was usually spotless and looked like an immortal. But at this moment, he didn't care about the porcelain piece in his hand at all, as if what was flowing was not his blood. He still smiled, as if he was saying something insignificant: "Xie Queshan, don't be so great, otherwise I will There is no place to avenge you."
Xie Queshan raised his eyes, and there was even some sympathy in his eyes: "Do you really want to take revenge?"
The plain question silenced the whole room for a moment. Zhang Yuehui kicked the stool violently, and the huge sound covered up his thoughts at the moment.
He strode away.
Xie Queshan looked at the mess that Zhang Yue returned and shook his head slowly. This man was too emotionally unstable to be of much use.
……
After leaving Jiang Xin, infinite emptiness filled Zhang Yuehui's heart. He rarely had such moments.
He actually somewhat agreed with Xie Queshan's words.
Very boring.
He worked hard, but he didn't gain much pleasure.
Is this how it ends? Not exciting, not fun.
A bold idea suddenly came to his mind - to kill Wanyan Puruo.
She left Jinling secretly, and no one knew about it except Gui Lai Tang. In these troubled times, there are many mountain bandits and rogues, and the mountains are high and the roads are dangerous. She died on the way, and Daqi couldn't blame Jinling. Who gave her the courage to disguise herself as an ordinary woman on the road.
Once Wanyan Puruo died, the information was lost to her.
No one had killed her before because no one dared to think or do it.
It's just that he has no taboos when he returns to Zhang Yue. He is her confidant, so it is not difficult to stab her with a backhand.
This matter will give the veterans of Jinling a headache for a while, and will also put the Return Hall into a precarious situation, but there is nothing that cannot be done.
Why should we save Xie Queshan? No, he didn't save him, he just wanted him to die a despicable and worthless death.
Xie Queshan sacrificed himself so much, but what about his family members who died innocently and in vain? A stepping stone for a hero?
How ridiculous. Why?
He even has a little fear. If Xie Queshan dies like this, all his hatred will turn into bubbles. He is a person who lives by obsession. Don't worry about the good or the bad. These are the only things he has to do with this world. Not many bonds.
He doesn't want to let go. He wants this muddy water to get muddier and muddier, so that no one can achieve enlightenment and ascend to heaven, and no one can even think of being liberated on the spot.
Horse hooves galloped in the night.
A long wind filled his body, drizzle hit his face like needles, and dark clouds covered the moonlight. Speeding all the way until dawn breaks.
The team heading north secretly had just left the small temple where they rested, and were ready to continue on their way.
The "eldest princess" wore a curtain hat and got into the carriage with the help of the female envoy.
The wheels of the carriage rolled onto the wet ground, the carriage swayed and creaked, and there were a few roosters crowing and dogs barking in the distance. Everything seemed to be caged in silence.
A sharp arrow came through the rain and pierced the air, and shot into the carriage. There was a pop, and a few blood stains were splashed on the curtain.
The people escorting the convoy were immediately confused and drew their swords to fight.
In the distance, Zhang Yue came back on horseback. She did not dodge or dodge. She reined in the swords of everyone and threw a token to the ground.
Some people have never seen Zhang Yuehui, but they have seen this token that can command the entire Return Hall. Everyone was a little panicked and did not dare to take action again. They all put away their weapons and saluted: "My boss."
Zhang Yue dismounted and strode towards the carriage.
As soon as he lifted the car curtain and pulled off the hood, Zhang Yuehui was stunned.
The person in the car was not Wanyan Puruo at all.
The woman was about to take a breath, vomiting blood from her mouth, but a weird smile appeared on her face, and then she died.
At this moment, Zhang Yuehui's heart sank, he was careless.
Wanyan Puruo had already made preparations to guard against him. Not only did she want to pass on important information, she also set up a test for Zhang Yuehui.
He disobeyed her orders and killed her messenger, thus making his position clear. He became a confirmed traitor and could no longer watch the fire from the other side.
Zhang Yuehui was stunned for a long time, and the thoughts in his mind slowly gathered together, and then he showed a self-deprecating smile.
Cunning Rabbit Sanku, that was Wanyan Puruo, how could he be killed so easily?
It's better now. I originally wanted to kill a big shot without anyone noticing and eradicate the root cause, but now I've lost myself.
However, Wanyan Puruo didn’t win either.
No matter how much she knew, it was all in vain if her news couldn't reach Lidu Mansion.
The loss of control at this moment made Zhang Yuehui's blood boil. He was even a little excited.
The heavy rain fell on him, as if trying to wash away all the dirt on his body.
So many years, so many years. He flatters everyone and pleases both sides. He talks about people and ghosts, and even he himself forgets whether he is a human or a ghost. At this moment, all the fig leaves were torn off, and he could finally show his true colors, no longer needing to act or pretend.
A bolt of lightning illuminates the barren temple, and the Asuras on the murals look hideous. Then there was a thunder, as if the gods were roaring.
Asura is angry and aggressive, brave and good at fighting. He has fought many vicious battles with the gods. The cause of their struggle was over a sacred tree named Suzhitala Bodala.
The roots of this tree are in the territory of the asuras, but its ripe fruits are in the sky. Asura was filled with hatred and went to the ninth heaven to confront the gods in order to get back what was his. He is kind-hearted in nature and was originally a good person. However, he is just obsessed with the will to fight. He is not truly a good person and will fall into the evil way after death.
But asuras also follow Buddhism.
