He Xichen [Quick Transmigration]

The painted boats in Yichun Tower are covered with tulle, soft and ethereal, and a string of red lanterns hangs on the eaves of the top floor, reflecting beautiful shadows floating on the turbid river.The river wind blows with damp water vapor, compared to the hustle and bustle of the first floor, the private seats on the second floor are quieter.

The two little girls nestled in the corner and murmured, as if they were discussing which family's rouge powder is easy to use, and which eyebrow color is the most beautiful.Lu Weixi quietly wiped the slender blade of the Miao Dao with a clean cotton cloth, with a serious and serious expression.

"We'll be able to enter the port at about six o'clock tomorrow." Lin Baixiao leaned against the railing, his face a little sullen.

"The last time I went to Lin'an Mansion was ten years ago, and I didn't have a good time. This time, I have to visit Lin'an all over!" Lin Hexi patted his chest. all savings.

He Xichen grabbed a green jujube from the table, didn't eat it, just pinched it between his fingers, and asked softly, "Benefactor Lin, are there many people from the Jianghu on board? For example, the Huashan faction..." When he walked down the high platform, he saw a swordsman with a long sword hanging from his waist in the distance, his footsteps were very soft, and his movement was a bit like that of Shi Jianchen.

Lin Baixiao glanced at him in surprise, and asked: "How does Master Baojing know?" Then suddenly, "Yes, Master Baojing has excellent eyesight, and he must be able to see the movements of various schools and schools." He bent down and thought to himself , "When you were entangled with that little girl—cough! The best young disciples of this generation of Huashan School also boarded the boat."

"What's his last name?" He Xichen was quite interested.

"Speaking of which, that man has some fate with Master Baojing. His surname is Shen, his name is Mingjing, Shen Mingjing. I heard that this son has a rebellious temperament, but his talent is extremely good. Maybe he can get the inheritance of Senior Shi, the number one swordsman in the world a hundred years ago."

A hundred years ago, a hundred years later, there has always been only one number one swordsman in this world, and no one can surpass Shi Jianchen.

"Shen Mingjing's apprenticeship ceremony a year ago was extremely grand. I had the honor to go and take a look at him, and only then did I know what he looks like."

He Xichen laughed loudly: "I just want to ask you one question, is the Huashan faction still poor?"

Lin Baixiao has never encountered such a strange question. When ordinary people hear about the Huashan School, they all ask endlessly about the handsome and calm swordsman. How could they ask about such a vulgar topic as money.He blinked, and it took him a long time to reply, "It should be endless."

"That's right, if you don't have money, how can you go to the Yichun Tower?" He Xichen muttered in a low voice, then raised his head and said, "Everyone go back to your room and rest, you have to get up early tomorrow."

The moon follows the mountains on both sides of the bank, and the singing and dancing on the boat gradually ceases, leaving only the lanterns around the boat's side, shining on the sparkling and receding river.

In the silent cabin, there were sounds of breathing and sleep, and only one room was still lit.

Sanmai took off the wig on his head and threw it on the bed, and splashed water on his face a few times to feel better.He has been on the run these days. Some of his pursuers are disguised as woodcutters, some are brothel showgirls, and some are pious scholars, all because of the "Secret of Longevity" on him.

Sanmai is a monk from Wuxiang Temple. A year ago, he accompanied his teacher to attend the Huashan Sect's apprenticeship ceremony. He accidentally came to a sword mound—it was the tomb of Shi Jianchen, the number one swordsman in the world—and got it by accident. This incomplete "Secret of Longevity".

Monks should have no desires or desires, but how many people can do this?It is said that he must see the fruit of his nature clearly, but even his master, monk Dengying, may not be able to do it!

He only flipped through a few pages, and felt that many doubts in the previous martial arts were swept away.

Samadhi is 47 years old, and both martial arts and the way of practicing Buddhism have reached the top.Thinking of everyone in the temple admiring his younger brother Wu Yun, and Wu Yun's indifferent face that made him disgusted... When he came back to his senses, the old secret book was already in his arms.

He only did such a bad thing, but Shen Mingjing saw him and chased him down for a whole year!

One year!He hid in Tibet like a mole, but the Wuxiang Temple of Shimen didn't extend a helping hand, but sent monks to arrest him, and fled in a mess, suffering unspeakably.Up to now, even if he regrets it, it will not help.Only by firmly grasping this "Secret of Longevity" can he have the hope of making a comeback.

Sanmai carefully put the wig on his head, stuffed the "Longevity Jue" into his arms, and fell asleep with his clothes on.

***

The next day, the weather was fine, and there were gradually more cargo ships with full sails on the river. When they entered the channel, they gradually let go of their strings and slowed down their speed.

On the deck, He Xichen and the others leaned over the side of the boat to watch the fish swimming at the bottom of the river.In ancient times, when Zhuangzi and Huizi were swimming on the Haoliang River, they had a debate about the joy of fish, but He Shiqing didn't have such a big awareness. She swallowed silently, grabbed He Xichen's sleeve and said, "Baojing, you Look at the big and fat fish, it must be delicious!"

He Wu said: "When you get off the boat, I'll invite you to eat West Lake vinegar fish."

"Very good!" Lin Hexi clapped his hands in praise.

He Xichen heard that they were discussing the menu in a hurry, and turned his head to look at Lin Baixiao who was getting more depressed: "Benefactor Lin, why are you listless? Are you not happy to go home?"

Lin Baixiao sighed and said, "You don't know, you don't know my suffering!"

Lu Weixi asked curiously: "What is the difficulty of Senior Lin?"

"You said that when I come to Lin'an, can I not go back to the Qizhi Pavilion to report on my job?" Lin Baixiao rested his chin on the palm of his hand, and said in a muffled voice, "Everyone in the Qizhi Pavilion is very annoying! ... I still have a lot of troubles. Self-aware, I am also one of the "annoying spirits".Every time I go back, I have to go through five levels and kill six generals, and I can only leave after talking dry.The handwriting is not clear, and the narrative is not clear. Bye bye, come back and write again!The key is that there is no money to take! "Speaking of this, he slapped down the side of the boat with righteous indignation.

He Xichen shook his head tut-tut, and said sympathetically, "Benefactor Lin, go get busy after getting off the boat, and ignore us. The poor monk will take these children to the Yingbo Bridge on the Su Causeway to visit the lake first, and then go to Huagang to watch it." The fish, and the building outside the building, must be very good to eat!"

Every time he said a word, Lin Baixiao bent even lower, almost lowering his face into the river.

"I will bring Senior Lin a portion of West Lake Vinegar Fish!" Lu Weixi said sternly, his conscience still not lost.

The bustling Lin'an is approaching, and the cargo ships on the pier are unloading and loading. Many people on the trestle anxiously look left and right, and when they find the person they are waiting for, they wave their hands vigorously.

The painting boat of Yichun Tower gradually approached the shore, and a cargo ship sailed up from behind.He Xichen's ears twitched slightly, he suddenly put his arms around He Shiqing's shoulders, raised He Wu with one hand and flew to the other side of the deck.

At the same time, the top floor of the painting boat exploded suddenly, and the stumps of tables and chairs flew everywhere. Lin Hexi was scraped by sawdust, and yelled, "Stinky mirror! You left me!"

Facing his accusation, He Xichen just clasped his hands together and said "Amitabha" with a smile on his lips.

The crowd on the deck had already dispersed, and those who jumped into the river jumped into the cabin and hid in the cabin. Only He Xichen and the others were left confident, looking like they were watching a good show.

Upstairs, Shen Mingjing played with a long sword airtightly, and the monk Sanmai held two iron rods, clanging between parrying.

"Shen Mingjing! Don't bully people too much!"

The bright long sword swayed He Xichen's eyebrows and eyes in the sunlight, only to hear the swordsman say: "I'm just deceiving people too much, so what do you think! Old thing, it's reasonable to steal other people's things!"

Wow, awesome.

He Xichen applauded him in his heart, the two of them had already fought from the dilapidated attic to the deck, and the place they went was devastated and it was difficult to gain a foothold.

"As expected of a rookie of the Huashan School." Lin Baixiao praised.

Lu Weixi pressed Miao Dao with his hand, his eyes were bright, and his fighting spirit gradually rose.

Lin Hexi and He Shiqing looked at it for a while, then suddenly turned their puzzled eyes to the leisurely He Xichen.

"Xiaohua, was that "Pingsha Luoyan" just now? "

"Hmm..." He Shiqing replied hesitantly.

Shen Mingjing over there was completely unaware of their deduction, he made a horizontal cut, and then stabbed at the giant bone point on Monk Samadhi's shoulder, forcing him to retreat again and again in embarrassment.

But He Xichen couldn't help laughing: "The sword moves lightly, but he is very domineering. If he uses a knife, I'm afraid he will be even more unscrupulous." As soon as the words fell, Shen Mingjing, who was fighting with the monk Sanmai, turned his head and said viciously: "Old monk! What do you say? What nonsense!"

"Hahahaha! Old monk?" Lin Hexi laughed out loud, "Bao Jing, this is the first time I've heard someone call you that."

He Xichen couldn't help laughing, and raised his voice: "Little benefactor, your sword is too slow!"

Shen Mingjing raised his eyebrows, stopped being distracted, and stabbed forward with the long sword, aggressively.

"Bao Jing, let me ask you, did I use the "Pingsha Luoyan" move better or did he use it? " Lin Hexi asked suddenly.

He has such an angry and serious appearance, which will only be revealed when he was fighting for favor with the little flower girl when he was a child.He Xichen didn't answer, he still stared at those red eyes, unwilling to let go.

He Xichen could only pat the back of his head helplessly, and said, "Did you see the fisherman over there?"

Lin Hexi didn't know, so they still looked in the direction he was pointing at—the sturdy fisherman in patched bunt was sneakily holding a harpoon, as if he was about to join the battle at any time.

"Go and order him, don't let anyone mess up the situation of the little benefactor." He Xichen said, "Your swordsmanship is inferior to others, but I taught you how to touch acupuncture points by hand. Is it possible that you will still lose?"

Lin Hexi "cut" a bit: "Didn't you also teach the sword technique?" Saying so, he still reluctantly used lightness kung fu to catch the opponent's Tanzhong acupoint.

He blew on his fingers in a resemblance, and in the next second an old cheat book fell from the sky and fell straight into his palm.

"Fuck! What the hell!" Lin Hexi also had big hearts, squatting on the side of the boat and opening the pages of the book. Before he could see the black and white words on the paper, a ball of white/powder suddenly spewed out from the book and splashed into his eyes. The hot pain hit the brain instantly.

The Samadhi monk in that room touched the skirt of his clothes that was cut by the sword, and his eyes were about to split. He hit Shen Mingjing's chest with his palm, and rushed towards Lin Hexi. Before he touched the corner of his clothes, a huge force hit the back Back, his throat was sweet, and his whole body hit the deck.

Everyone felt that the black shadow flashed past, and the maddened Sanmai monk fell to the ground, unable to fight back. He Xichen had already arrived beside Lin Hexi, holding his face, and tapped his silk and bamboo holes one by one. , Tongzi acupoint, Sibai acupoint, after sealing the meridians, said softly: "Wu Zheng, Wu Zheng, let me see."

Lin Hexi's face was covered in powder. He was originally a little boy, but now he looked more like a clown covered in ashes.

"Bao Jing." He closed his eyes, enduring the pain and not rubbing them, and helplessly grabbed He Xichen's sleeves with both hands.

"Lin Wuzheng!" He Shiqing rushed up immediately, "Lin Wuzheng, are you okay!" Her voice was already crying, but she heard the little white hair who grew up together joke: "It's okay, I can What's up?"

He lightly skipped over the fiery eyeballs that were burning like flames, but couldn't hold back the tears that flowed down.

"Blood! He's bleeding!" Lin Hexi's heart trembled when he heard He Wu exclaimed, and all his bluff and pretending to be innocent collapsed in an instant.He unconsciously leaned against He Xichen, as if he was looking for comfort in his arms when he was young.

He Xichen wiped off the powder on his face with his sleeve, and said softly, "Don't be afraid."

Lin Baixiao couldn't see Lin Hexi, who was jumping up and down, in such a miserable state. He kicked monk Samadhi's ribs and asked, "What kind of poison is that?" Lu Weixi also drew out a long knife and put it on his neck.

Monk Samadhi coughed up another mouthful of blood, just smiled with empty eyes.

"It's the 'unseen' in southern Xinjiang. "He Xichen said coldly.

Shen Mingjing, who was seriously injured, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said, "He Chunwei from Huishengtang may be able to save people, monk, I am also responsible for this matter, and I will pay for the medicine. As for this guy," he kicked The samadhi monk who couldn't move, "How to deal with it is up to you."

Before He Xichen and the others made a statement, they saw a flat boat coming on the river, which looked extremely small beside the huge merchant ships around.There were two monks on the boat, one was sitting cross-legged, chanting sutras with his eyes closed, the other was holding a long stick and glaring.

"Several benefactors, that monk is a traitor of Wuxiang Temple, and I hope you will hand him over to our temple for disposal." The standing monk's name is Jie'an, and he is a disciple of the Discipline Hall of Wuxiang Temple.

"Give it to your mother!" He Shiqing yelled directly, "You don't come when he hurts people, and you want to go back when he's done hurting people. It's a good idea! Let you take all the good things in the world!" She had a full face. Tear stains, sobbing non-stop.

Jie Chen had never seen this situation before, and he didn't know how to deal with it. Suddenly, the buddhist friends among them nodded and said: "Weixi, throw people down for them."

The monk on the boat who had not moved all this time suddenly moved his ears, his eyebrows twitched, and the movement of turning the rosary slowly stopped.

Lu Weixi frowned disapprovingly, but still obeyed He Xichen's order, grabbed the collar of the monk Samadhi and threw it into the river.Jie Chen quickly grabbed his belt and dragged him back into the boat, just as he was about to thank him, he heard a sharp sound of piercing through the air, and a jujube seed hit the monk Sanmai's Tianding acupoint.

Monk Sanmai immediately vomited blood and passed out.

"Senior brother, why did you—" Monk Sanmai is the uncle who guarded against anger. He raised his head and asked in displeasure, but he saw He Xichen on the boat with cold eyes: "You ask me why I hurt him? Hurt him and hurt him." What do you think?"

Jiechen had palpitations for a while, broke out in a cold sweat, and dared not speak.The other person on the boat finally opened his eyes and stood up, but he was a handsome monk with delicate features, elegant and indifferent, if it wasn't for the wrong location, he would really be forgetful.

"Be careful, Baojing, this person is Wuyun Yulangseng, he is handsome, and his martial arts are also very good." Lin Baixiao hurriedly reminded He Xichen.

However, Wuyun gave a salute to everyone and said, "What this senior brother taught me is that Samadhi committed a big mistake and deserves to be punished for this crime."

He Xichen still had no expression on his face: "You are wrong, what is wrong?"

"The fault of the theft."

"Then how to repay the mistake of destroying people's eyes?"

Wuyun shuddered immediately, and looked up, and Lin Hexi's miserable appearance with blood and tears came into his eyes.

"Brother Sanmai actually..." He let out a long sigh.

"The right to the Tianding acupoint just now should be returned by my child," He Xichen sneered, "The next thing is that I see him upset and want to teach him a lesson. Brother Wuyun, if you can't bear it, take him and start running away. .”

Before Wu Yun could understand the meaning of these words, he saw He Xichen rush towards the Gongsun acupoint of Monk Sanmai, followed by Linqi acupoint, Waiguan acupoint, and Shenmai acupoint with a snap of his fingers.

There are no three people who can be found in the whole rivers and lakes.

"He wants to abolish the extraordinary meridian and eight meridians of Master Sanmai!" Jie Chen immediately raised his wooden stick, ready to fight.

Wu Yun's expression also became serious, and he persuaded him: "Brother Baojing, Samadhi committed a serious mistake, and the Discipline Hall will punish him severely, and abolishing martial arts is even light. Why do you do it yourself and create more karma? I hope you will think twice. .”

"The child I've raised for so long has been bullied, and I have to help him get it back." He Xichen only asked, "You won't stop?"

Wuyun paused for a moment: "I won't stop."

"Uncle Wuyun!" Jie An shouted anxiously.

He shook his head: "This is the karma planted by Samadhi himself."

In a few or two sentences, He Xichen had already abolished the eight meridians of samadhi one after another, turned his head, carried Lin Hexi on his back and jumped onto the trestle bridge, rushing to Huishengtang: "Xiaohua! You and Weixi, why not go to the lodging first !"

"Baojing! Baojing, wait for me! Do you know the way?" Lin Baixiao yelled from behind, struggling to keep up with him.

The boat drifted slowly towards the river, heading towards Wuxiang Temple.Jie Chen hugged the limp samadhi, he could not help feeling sad because he was a fellow student who had been with him for decades.Wuyun stood silent, looking at He Xichen's back, suddenly lowered his head, and pulled out a rosary: ​​"Amitabha."