Talk about the world of mortals in detail

Zou Jie, the governor of the northwest, is seventy-three years old. He is a true gray-haired and bearded veteran. He is also ranked among the oldest military attachés in the history of Dayong.

Today's emperor prefers to promote the younger generation, but even though Zou Jie is so old, he has won the emperor's trust and is an important figure in helping the emperor achieve military reorganization. Not to mention in the northwest, there are many military attachés in Dayong. deep prestige.

Late at night on the day Ding Feixiong was captured, a rider on a fast horse opened the city gate and galloped all the way to the Suzhou Dudu Mansion.

Before arriving at the mansion, the rider pulled the reins sharply, and the horses stood upright and neighed.

The old general, who was already sleeping soundly on the bed, was suddenly awakened by the neighing of horses. He opened his eyes and sat up directly.

After a while, the soldiers from the Governor's Mansion hurriedly came to report.

"Captain, Governor Sanxiang County has sent an urgent message——"

But when he got to the door, the old general inside had already put on his clothes, opened the door and came out.

In the Wuwei Hall of the Governor's Mansion, the old Governor read the contents of the letter carefully, and even he could not help but show surprise.

Maybe the person caught is an innate master?

"Did the other party really catch him without any help?"

Zou Jie looked at the rider who came to deliver the order, and the latter nodded.

"Back to the Governor, it's absolutely true. The monk was extremely fast. He marched towards the military formation and beat the soldiers who were blocking them to their knees. Finally, he chose to restrain himself in front of the captain."

The letter has already made it clearer. The details of careful work are very complicated, and the things brought out by careful work are also very important.

Moreover, the military attache over there did not dare to move the wandering monk casually. The monk might be wary of him in Xiangshan Temple. Who knows if he would go crazy after leaving.

The old governor frowned and thought for a moment, then turned to a soldier and said.

"Go and call Duan Silie and come with me to Sanxiang County."

If things are really as described in the letter, then it is indeed necessary to go there in person, but the wandering monk's martial arts is too high, and the old governor is also wary of it.

Of course, the old governor did not believe the speculation about innate masters. How could it be so easy to become an innate master? How could it be so easy to become an innate master?

When it comes to martial arts, Duan Silie, who was born in Northern Liangzhou, is undoubtedly the leader in the northwest.

Many years ago, he even competed with the world's warriors. Among all kinds of strange moves, hidden weapons, and cunning martial arts, he was ranked second in the world with a spear.

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That night, 300 riders from the camp outside Suzhou City rushed to Sanxiang County with the northwest governor Zou Jie. Naturally, Duan Silie was among the generals accompanying them.

Before dawn, a group of more than 300 riders approached Xiangshan.

At this moment, people were tired and horses were exhausted, and everyone had slowed down. The old governor was wearing armor and moving on the horse.

"Oh, my old bones almost fell apart this night!"

"The Governor is getting stronger and stronger, and his body and bones are stronger than ours!" "That's right, if the Governor hadn't been considerate of his subordinates, we would hardly be able to keep up!"

"Hahahaha. Stop flattering me!"

The old governor looked at the armored military attache following him.

"Silie, why are you silent?"

"Back to the Governor, I'm wondering if that wandering monk's martial arts is really that powerful!"

The old governor laughed.

"Although his martial arts skills are high, he has been locked up with a lock and a hinge, and even imprisoned in a cage. With your ability, you won't be afraid in this situation, right?"

Hearing this, Duan Silie also grinned.

"The Governor is too worried. It's just a pity that my subordinates can't let go and fight with him!"

Speaking of this, some of the military attaches around him also took advantage of the rare opportunity to ask.

"General Duan, I heard that the martial arts conference gathered warriors from all over the world, and there were many masters and strong ones, and it was all for me, Dayong, an innate warrior to show up. So have you ever seen an innate warrior?"

The past events of that year are still vivid in my mind, and the figure of Long Feiyang seems to be engraved in my mind.

Duan Silie looked at his colleagues around him, thought for a moment, smiled and nodded.

"I didn't know it at the time, but now that I think about it, I must have met Senior Xiantian!"

"Really?" "So I, Dayong, really have an innate warrior?"

"What kind?" "How powerful is it?"

Even the old governor showed curiosity, and Duan Silie also looked back and said with emotion.

"Senior Xiantian seems to have been in a transcendent state, free and unrestrained. Not to mention the me back then, even if I think about it now, it is still difficult to achieve that kind of martial arts."

Duan Silie looked around and said seriously.

"If innate warriors also have different realms, then the seniors I met must also be experts. It's a pity that I promised to be ranked first and get the "Mountains and Rivers Immortal Furnace Picture" for that senior, but he was ultimately defeated by Mai Lingfei. !”

"Maybe Mai Lingfei has seen it?" "Yes, I heard that the famous painting has also disappeared. Maybe he gave it to that senior."

Duan Silie thought for a while and nodded with a smile.

"I really can't say for sure."

"Eat some dry food and rest. We will arrive at Xiangshan soon."

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At dawn, more than 300 riders arrived outside Xiangshan Zen Monastery. Greeted by the military attachés here, the old governor personally led people straight to the Zen room where the wandering monks were guarded.

"Squeak~"

The door was opened, and the morning light made the monk squint slightly.

A large group of people came in, led by an armored veteran with a gray beard, who must be the Governor of the Northwest.

The monk was looking at the people coming in, and everyone was also looking at the monk.

This man was locked in a prison car and could not move. His clothes were old and patched, his face was calm and not panicked, and he looked at everyone as if he was not a military attache who could decide his life or death, but a group of normal pilgrims entering the temple.

It was only when he noticed Duan Silie that the wandering monk paused for a moment, then lowered his eyes and chanted sutras in a low voice.

This calmness surprised the old governor, and Duan Silie couldn't help but open his eyes.

Heroes like Monk Yunyou and Duan Silie can no longer be considered ordinary people. Although they do not practice immortality and do not have Dharma eyes, there will sometimes be a collision of qi between the two parties, and many times they will have a vague feeling.

The monk gave Duan Silie a strange feeling, he was already somewhat close to the person he remembered!

This made Duan Silie feel strong fear in his heart, and he couldn't help but hold the gun to the side of the old governor. The old governor was also keenly aware of Duan Silie's defense.

"Ding Feixiong, raise your head!"

The wandering monk stopped chanting and sighed.

"Today there is no such thing as Ding Feixiong, there is only Monk Feng! I, the Buddha, are compassionate."

Even so, the monk still raised his head.

Before entering the Zen room, the military attache here and the official from Sanxiang County had already explained everything in detail to the old governor and his entourage in person.

Compared with the short content of the letter, the additions here, as well as the tendentious expressions of the military attache present, also changed the minds of the old governor and others.

"You and Yi Shuyuan didn't know each other before?"

It seems that Mr. Yi has been found. I hope it will not cause trouble to him, the monk thought, and answered truthfully.

"I didn't know each other before. Sir, he kindly taught Ding Feixiong the scriptures and enlightened Ding Feixiong. He also gave him the name of Dharma. I am very grateful. Even if I have to accept the merit as a poor monk, I hope you generals will not make things difficult for Mr. Yi. I, the Buddha, are merciful. !”

"What about the monks who were listening to the scriptures together? Don't even think about lying. If you can find Yi Shuyuan, you can also find him!"

The wandering monk shook his head.

"Monks don't tell lies. The poor monk only knows that the eminent monk's name is Zhaoli. He must not be an ordinary person. He comes and goes according to his heart!"

Another military general beside the old governor sarcastically said.

"Hmph, you are not of the ordinary world but you still want to listen to that Confucian scholar lecture. According to you, isn't that Confucian scholar named Yi even more remarkable? Captain Zhou, where is that Confucian scholar now?"

"Go back to the general, he is being guarded in the guest house!"

The general nodded and looked at the monk.

"Look, the Confucian scholar is being held in a guest house!"

The wandering monk's face was calm and there was no trace of happiness or anger.

"Sir, he is so talented and virtuous that he can defeat gods and Buddhas. It is a blessing for the world to have such a person in Dayong. I hope all donors will stop disturbing you. It is really a sin, a sin!"

After saying this, the wandering monk began to chant sutras in a low voice again.

The general on one side was about to get angry, but the old governor raised his hand to stop him, and then led everyone out of the Zen room.

After actually seeing the monk with his own eyes, the old governor changed his mind.

"Go and see the Confucian scholar first!"

"Then I'll go and bring them here!"

Just as the military attache said this, the old governor shook his head.

"No, let's go over there. If this person is as you felt when you were interrogating and as the monk said, he is really a great talent. It's already too rude to shout around and ban people's limbs!"

After the old governor finished speaking, he asked someone to lead the way, and he went with everyone to the direction of the monk's residence.

Yi Shuyuan was indeed given preferential treatment. He was alone in a guest house that could accommodate many people, and all his luggage and belongings were returned intact.

However, Yi Shuyuan and Shi Sheng were not the only ones in the room at this moment. Monk Zhaoli was also here.

"Sir, why are you suffering here? Even the Buddha will be angry if you are offended by such vulgar people!"

"The Buddha's anger is really worthless."

Yi Shuyuan joked, pulled out the gourd and put it to his lips and took a sip. Suddenly, a strange aroma of wine overflowed slightly.

What the military attaché poured out of the gourd was water, but what Yi Shuyuan poured out was wine. The strange aroma even made the monk Zhaoli salivate, and he quickly thought "sin" in his heart.

There were two soldiers guarding the door outside. One was in high spirits, while the other was a little sleepy holding a gun. Half asleep, he seemed to hear someone talking inside.

But soon, there was a sound of footsteps, and the colleague next to him quickly pushed his partner, who immediately woke up and stood up straight.

A large group of military attachés came, led by a veteran with gray beard and white hair. He held his helmet beside him, and he had the power of a veteran with him.

Everyone stopped not far outside the door, which also made the soldiers guarding the door extremely nervous.

"Is there anyone who can take care of me?"

The dozing soldier was afraid of being punished and instinctively wanted to show off, so he immediately spoke first.

"Sir, I don't dare to be distracted at all. I heard chatting inside just now!"

The other soldier couldn't help but widen his eyes and looked at the others subconsciously. Why didn't he hear what they were talking about? But he won't expose his colleagues.

"Open the door!"

"yes!"

Two soldiers, one on the left and one on the right, pushed the door open, and everyone outside also saw clearly inside. Yi Shuyuan, holding a gourd, was sitting on one leg by the bed, and the child was wrapped in a quilt and had not yet woken up.

Someone glanced at the soldier guarding the gate, but didn't say much. Yi Shuyuan also closed his mouth at this moment, stood up and looked outside. When he saw Duan Silie, he couldn't help but smile.

"Yi Shuyuan meets the Governor!"

"Oh, you know me?"

The old governor and his entourage entered the room. Facing his question, Yi Shuyuan answered with a smile.

"Now that I am a veteran in the Dayong Dynasty, the only one who can be entrusted with important responsibilities by the emperor is the governor, and there are military attaches around me. The key point is that yesterday the captain also said that he would invite the governor over. If you are not the governor, who is the governor?"

Good temper! The old governor secretly admired in his heart.

"It makes sense, I asked nonsense! It would be wrong for you to confine your husband here!"

The old governor said and looked at the child on the bed. He was so cute that he could wrap himself up into a rice dumpling and still smile in his sleep.

"This is much more comfortable than sleeping in the open air, and it is far from a grievance. I dare to ask, has the Governor found out the case?"

When Yi Shuyuan spoke, he looked at Duan Silie several times, and the latter noticed and frowned slightly.

"My husband previously confessed that he was very accurate in seeing people, and he also said that he was wrong this time. Does he also think that Ding Feixiong is a craftsman?"

Yi Shuyuan looked at the old governor and shook his head slightly.

"This is what all the adults have identified before. Although Yi is a little conceited, he does not think that he is right every time, and he does not want to be implicated by Wuwu. Now that he has made a decision, he has no intention to refute."

"Oh? Then from the perspective of a gentleman, who is Ding Feixiong?"

Yi Shuyuan put down the wine gourd and looked at the morning light that had come through the door.

"Yi has already said that he has taught those who worship the Buddha a sutra, and that's it!"

The old governor looked into Yi Shuyuan's eyes. The latter's eyes were calm and did not avoid him. After a long time, the old governor frowned and said.

"Could it be that Ding Feixiong, who is so skilled in martial arts, is really just a monk who is tired of the world and the past?"

Duan Silie on the side asked when he saw that the two of them were no longer talking.

"Does Mr. Yi know me too?"

Yi Shuyuan smiled and nodded.

"If Yi is not mistaken, your surname is Duan, right? Do you still remember Long Feiyang?"

Duan Silie was surprised.

"Long Feiyang?"

"Oh, it seems that my good friend didn't leave a name at the beginning. He is the one who gave you the exercise chart."

Duan Silie's eyes widened, and his body felt like electricity was flowing through him, and he suddenly became excited.

"That senior! It turns out his name is Long Feiyang! Mr. Yi, do you know him? Do you know where the senior is?"

"My good friend has no fixed address. He is a person who likes to wander around just like me. How can I know where he is? The last time we met was in Chengtian Mansion. We haven't seen each other for several years."

It is not difficult to imagine the person they were referring to in their words, and everyone present was surprised.