The prince is very fierce

The cold wind is like a knife and the heavy snow is like a mat.

The monk in cassock, with his right arm exposed, chanted the Buddha's name, and walked slowly through the frozen snowfield by the North Sea.

Where Beihai is is known only to a few officials who drew geographical maps in Dayue. Ordinary literati may never have heard of this place in their lives because it is too far away.

Mobei is called the Wilderness Beyond the Great Wall by the Central Plains, while Beihai is the Wilderness Beyond the Great Wall. It is three thousand miles away from Ningwuguan, no less than the distance from Taiyuan to the capital of South Vietnam.

Thousands of years ago, the area near Beihai was deserted. It was only after the Qi Dynasty retreated to the grassland during the Jiazi period that there were some traces of human activity in this place.

The purpose of coming to this place is not to live. This bitter and cold place is where Northern Qi exiled its prisoners.

However, the monks walking by the North Sea are not prisoners, nor are they simple monks. They are just monks who have become monks on the way and are here to deliver a letter.

The monk was born in a barbaric land in the Western Region where people cannibalize. His hands were stained with blood and he committed countless sins. After being enlightened by an expert, he entered Buddhism to meditate and atone for his past evil deeds.

If a warrior who has emerged from the killings can "put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot," what will happen to the innocent people who were killed?

After realizing that this road was impassable, the monk took up the butcher's knife again, but belief in Buddhism still had some effect. Nowadays, the monks are not merciless when killing people, and they are still dedicated to good deeds on weekdays, so they are called "Half-Faced Buddha".

There was heavy snowfall by the North Sea, and the Half-faced Buddha walked through the boundless snowfield, seemingly slowly and sometimes quickly, but within a moment, he arrived near a tent.

The tent was pitched by the North Sea. A white-haired shepherd sat alone by the North Sea, surrounded by a group of sheep, rummaging for hay in the snow.

The half-faced Buddha walked up to the shepherd, raised his hand and chanted the Buddha's name:

"My Buddha is merciful! It has been decades, and the National Preceptor has not given up yet?"

There is only one national master position in Northern Qi, and the white-haired shepherd in front of him is obviously not Zuo Qingqiu.

The shepherd didn't seem to have a good impression of the half-faced Buddha, so he said hoarsely:

"You bald donkey, you're not dead yet?"

The half-faced Buddha had a kind-hearted look and didn't mind the shepherd's cold treatment, and said with a smile:

"The poor monk wants to see the Buddha, but the Buddha doesn't want to see me."

"snort."

The shepherd has obviously been in a high position for a long time. Even if he has been exiled in a bitter cold land for twenty years, he still can't change his spirit of having the world at his fingertips. Looking at the boundless North Sea, he said coldly:

"Qingqiu asked you to come? What trouble happened?"

The half-faced Buddha sat cross-legged beside the shepherd, took out a letter from his arms and handed it over:

"There is a genius from the Central Plains. His talent and understanding are so high that he has never been seen before or since. According to the calculation of the three-hundred-year cycle, it is possible that the God of War Zuo Zhe will be reincarnated first, and your son may not be able to defeat him."

The shepherd took the envelope and said calmly:

"There is no such thing as reincarnation in the world. There is no such thing as human beings and heaven. In a world of great strife, it is not surprising that any kind of genius will appear."

The half-faced Buddha was noncommittal and raised his eyes to look at the sky: "Some poor monks outside the world know it, but whether there is a heaven outside this world has never been revealed. Can the master of the country know it?"

The shepherd snorted lightly and did not answer.

The envelope was unfolded, and it was Zuo Qingqiu's handwritten letter, which contained his prediction and countermeasures for the situation.

After looking at it for a few times, the shepherd said softly:

"Xu Bu Ling...is this Xu You's son?"

The half-faced Buddha nodded: "Yes, I went to Suzhou once and wanted to recruit a disciple, but unfortunately I was kicked out as a deceitful demon monk."

The shepherd was silent for a moment:

"Let's go and have a look."

The cold wind blew across the snowfield again, and the sheep were still wandering near the tent. There was only one futon left by the North Sea, and no one left...

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At noon, Qiufeng Town has the most intensive traffic of merchants. All three religions and nine streams are entrenched in the streets, greeting merchants coming in and out.

With the six 'escorts' in the town gone without return, the charlatans in the town also calmed down a little, and even spoke with a little more patience.

At the southern intersection, Chen Sining led the horse and entered slowly, searching the town to see if he could find any clues about Xu Buling.

Zhu Manzhi carried a long sword across his back and a bamboo hat. He was in great spirits at this time. Although it was his first time here, he was still explaining carefully along the way:

"...Qiufeng Town Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon is the most complicated place in the world. When I was working as a Wolf Guard in Tianzi Camp, I often heard spies talking about this place. Many of the Jiazi bandits in Dayue were chased by us. If you are desperate, you will escape and hide here. Even if you think this town is ordinary, in fact, everyone is not ordinary. Maybe that bun seller over there is a generation of tycoons who once dominated the martial arts world..."

Chen Sining turned to look at the vendor selling meat buns on the street. He had a beard and a knife behind his waist. He looked a bit gangster, but judging from the subtle joint movements, he was at most a gangster who had practiced the moves for two or three years. At the moment Shaked his head:

"I can't believe what the storyteller said. Before I came to the Central Plains, I thought that the Central Plains Wukui were everywhere and there were as many masters as dogs. But when I walked from Lingnan to Mobei, I didn't meet many who could fight."

Chen Sining's words were not bragging.

'Grandmaster' means qualified to establish a sect. There are only so many people in the world, and there are even fewer who are in their prime. Don't look at Tang Jiao being jokingly called the shame of Wu Kui by the Jianghu people. It's really ridiculous. In the arena, from Nanyue to Mobei, few people could stop him, and the same was true for Chen Sining.

Zhu Manzhi was slightly younger than Chen Sining, but his martial arts skills were directly inferior to Ning Qingye's. Naturally, he felt a little jealous. At this time, he said seriously:

"Old Chen, I know that you are skilled in martial arts, but a martial artist must guard against arrogance, impetuosity, and calmness. Even if he is as invincible as Mr. Xu, he must have a normal mind; otherwise, his sharpness will be too strong, and there will be murderous intent. If there is murderous intent, there will be flaws. , even my father couldn’t completely calm his mind.”

Chen Sining nodded thoughtfully:

"You are not very skilled in martial arts, but you know a lot of principles. Can I teach you?"

Zhu Manzhi frowned: "Don't underestimate me, do you know, Eunuch Jia? A person more powerful than Mr. Xu, when I was fishing with him, he taught me this truth. I don't teach it to ordinary people." ”

Chen Sining smiled softly: "Eunuch Jia is a great man of his generation, I know that, but that kind of fairy-like figure will also accompany you to fish for tortoises?"

"..."

Not enough words to speculate.

Zhu Manzhi puffed up his cheeks and didn't want to talk to Chen Sining anymore. He glanced at the street in a blink of an eye, looking for a restaurant to have a good meal. He never expected to see a girl sitting behind a table telling fortunes at a tea shop in the middle of the street. .

In winter, the sun is shining warmly and the weather is very good.

The girl in a small coat has long hair shawl, supports her chin with both hands, and is shouting out of boredom:

"Calculate marriage, calculate good or bad luck..."

The girl has an oval face and a very elegant appearance. She looks like a young lady from a scholarly family. She is not very old and is slightly taller than Zhu Manzhi.

Zhu Manzhi noticed this girl, not because she was younger or taller than her, because this was too normal. The main reason is because this little girl is very cleanly dressed and looks out of place compared to other people in Qiufeng Town.

Chen Sining also noticed the girl outside the tea shop, glanced at her casually and looked away.

In front of the tea shop, Xiao Taohua, who was sitting at the table in a daze, also saw the two people who were looking at her and sat up straighter:

"Sir, would you like to come over and count me out?"

Zhu Manzhi just walked around and looked around, and joined in the fun when he encountered something interesting. Anyway, he was wandering on the street, so he stopped in front of the teahouse, sat down in front of the fortune-telling stall, and said curiously:

"Young girl is not very old, but she can also tell fortunes? Is her fortune telling accurate?"

Looking carefully while talking, Zhu Manzhi suddenly felt that this girl looked familiar. When being a police officer, the first thing to remember is the appearance. Even if you just pass by her occasionally on the street or meet again in a special place, you will have an impression.

Zhu Manzhi took a closer look and felt that he had seen this little girl somewhere before, but when he thought about it carefully, he had no impression. It was the first time she came to Qiufeng Town. It was impossible that he met her in the town. After thinking about it carefully, It can only be regarded as an illusion.

Xiao Taohua once passed Zhu Manzhi and Ning Qingye in Qingshi Lane of Chang'an City, but she didn't even notice Ning Qingye. She must not have remembered Zhu Manzhi. At this time, she asked seriously:

"If you know how to calculate, it's accurate if you believe it. If you don't believe it, it's not accurate. What does the girl want to calculate?"

Zhu Manzhi nodded slightly, thought about it, and said a little embarrassedly:

"Count it as a marriage."

Xiao Taohua knows how to calculate marriage, and she can only calculate marriage. She pushed the lottery tube in front of Zhu Manzhi and motioned for the lottery.

Zhu Manzhi was still a little nervous, so he took a deep breath, then picked up the lottery tube and shook it twice in a decent manner.

Soon, a bamboo stick fell out and wrote:

In the spring breeze, the peach blossoms are fragrant, and the flowers fill the sky with pink light. Don’t be impatient when eating flowers. I have some fresh peaches for you to taste.

Little Peach Blossom's eyes lit up, and she was about to say: "Wow! It's signed!" Zhu Manzhi, who was sitting opposite, stood up first, shook the bamboo stick, and said with great surprise:

"Old Chen, I shook it and signed it! Look, look, look."

Chen Sining just took a quick glance and saw that the lotus tube was full of signed invoices. She didn't mind this amusing trick and said with a smile:

"Yes, congratulations."

Xiao Taohua was robbed of her words, so she could only turn around and say: "It turns out that the girl can interpret the signature by herself."

Zhu Manzhi has been on the streets all year round, so he must be good at interpreting fortune tellers. Knowing that he had robbed the fortune teller, he humbly said:

"I just know a little bit, girl, please explain it to me carefully."

Little Taohua was then satisfied and began to explain seriously:

"This lot focuses on the word 'don't be impatient'..."

…

Chen Sining saw two little girls sitting together and talking nonsense, so she didn't want to go in and join in the fun. She sat down at the table in the back and asked the waiter next to her to bring two cages of steamed buns.

The kind-hearted old woman in the tea shop stood up at this moment, came over with a teapot, poured two bowls of tea, looked at the two of them, and said kindly:

"Why did the girl come to this place? The place here is not stable. If there is nothing important, it is better to go home early."