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Volume 3 Swordsman Chapter 111 Chasing the Soul

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    Chapter 111 Chasing the Soul

    "It smells so good!" The girl's eyes suddenly lit up, her bright eyes fixed on the two bowls of porridge on the small plate, as if she wanted to snatch them away.

    Xiaohe's expression tightened, and she quickly turned around, using her slim body to protect the wooden plate, with her back to the girl, she carried it to the low table, and handed it to Xiao Yuesheng and herself.

    Then he sat down cross-legged, with his upper body straight, erect and strong, looking dignified and moving.

    The girl¡¯s eyes were still fixed on the two bowls of porridge, moving back and forth between the porridge in front of Xiao He and the porridge in front of Xiao Yuesheng.

    She walked on an empty stomach, was soaked by the heavy rain, felt cold and hungry, and couldn't refuse a bowl of fragrant and hot porridge.

    "Ahem, this sister" She smiled before saying anything, looked at Xiao He, and said crisply: "I'm very hungry is there any porridge?"

    Her face had just been wiped dry, but it still contained a bit of moisture, like a hibiscus out of water. She looked coy at this time, and her cheeks were stained with a light blush, which showed that she was obviously very thin-skinned.

    "There should be some more at the young master's place" Xiao He glanced at Xiao Yuesheng and replied sweetly, with no expression on his face, unmoved by the girl's smile.

    At this time, Juekong also opened his eyes wide and looked at the two people's porridge.

    Although he was not particular about eating and drinking, and devoted himself to Buddha, when faced with such delicious food, even if he wanted to ignore it, the alluring aroma kept getting into his nose, and he could not refuse it, and he could only feel that he was drooling all the time.  The gushing out has to be swallowed continuously.

    "There is still porridge there, little monk." Juekong raised his head and said.

    Xiao Yuesheng sat cross-legged, smiled quietly, and shook his head: "Xiao He, don't be naughty, just bring it up quickly!"

    "Hehe, okay," Xiaohe chuckled, glanced at Juekong, and said sweetly: "I originally wanted to indulge in the little master first!"

    "Bring my bowl and give it to this girl." Xiao Yuesheng glanced at her and said warmly with a smile.

    "Yes -!" Xiao He agreed delicately, and with a slight effort on her legs, she stood up slowly without using her hands to support her, and went away as lightly as a gust of wind.

    Seeing Xiao He¡¯s unintentional display of skills, the girl¡¯s big bright eyes immediately showed a look of caution. Juekong looked at Xiao He a few more times until Xiao He disappeared in the meditation hall.

    Xiao Yuesheng glanced at the two of them and said nothing. His expression was indifferent, neither cold nor hot. He picked up the big bowl and took a sip.

    Xiao He¡¯s cooking skills are excellent, otherwise, he would not have been cooking Xiao¡¯s meals to satisfy Xiao Yuesheng. Although making porridge is simple, it requires more cooking skills.

    The aroma of this porridge is alluring. Once it enters the mouth, it is smooth but not greasy, glutinous and delicious, which whets your appetite. Coupled with the surge of heat, your whole body feels refreshed.

    "I'm going to help my sister serve porridge!" The girl pressed the hilt of her sword, thought for a moment, then relaxed her face, kicked off her boots, turned around and ran out lightly.

    Xiao Yuesheng watched her leave without saying a word. When she left, Xiao Yuesheng turned to Juekong, smiled, and said warmly: "Little master, right and wrong are here."

    "What do you mean by the donor's words?" Juekong looked confused.

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled and shook his head, said no more, and drank his porridge slowly, looking quite heroic.

    Thunder rumbled outside, and sometimes there was a loud bang, as if it was right in front of you. Lightning kept cutting through the sky, and the windows were reflected white.

    Xiaohe came in quickly, carrying two bowls of porridge with two silver spoons. Behind him was the girl in a light pink shirt, walking lightly, with a long sword hanging on her slender waist, with a dark green scabbard.  It is simple, with exquisite patterns, and should have been made by a famous artist. There is a strip of apricot silk tied to the hilt, wrapped around a flower pattern, which is quite gorgeous.

    ¡°Here comes the porridge¡ª¡ª!¡± the girl cheered sweetly, and hurriedly sat down next to Xiao Yuesheng, reaching out to take the big bowl handed over by Xiao He.

    "These two bowls, originally one was for the little master, and the other was for my master," Xiao He put the wooden plate under the low table and said softly to the girl: "But my master is kind-hearted, and seeing my sister  Since there is nothing to eat, I will give you this bowl."

    "Thank you so much, young master!" The girl turned around and hugged Xiao Yuesheng, pretending to be heroic, but her voice was clear and her face was like a hibiscus, which was actually a bit nondescript.

    Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand and said warmly: "Everyone takes care of each other when we go out. Girls don't have to be so polite."

    The girl smiled sweetly: "Sir, you are such a good person!"

    After saying that, without waiting for Xiao Yuesheng to speak, he turned around, picked up the spoon, gently took a spoonful, and slowly put it into his little mouth.

    She moved softly and gracefully. Although she looked extremely hungry, she still ate slowly and with a focused expression, her long eyelashes fluttering and she said nothing.

    Seeing her like this, Xiaohe knew that she was a rich lady.?? It's useless to say more, but he also picked up the spoon and drank the porridge gently. His movements were elegant, as if he were a girl.

    ¡°Little master, please¡ª¡ª!¡± Xiao Yuesheng stretched out his hand to Juekong.

    Although Juekong wanted to refuse, he couldn't say anything when he met Xiao Yuesheng's gentle eyes. He titheed and picked up the spoon.

    Suddenly, the meditation hall became quiet, candlelight shrouded the meditation hall, and from time to time there was the sound of rumbling thunder and the patter of rain.

    Halfway through eating, Xiao Yuesheng suddenly put down his spoon, frowned, looked at Xiao He who stopped, looked at Monk Juekong, and said with a smile: "Little master, another customer is here."

    Although Monk Juekong felt that the porridge was fragrant and soft, which was wonderful, he was quite Buddhist, had good concentration, and was not lost. When he heard Xiao Yuesheng's words, he listened attentively, and there was indeed a faint knock on the door, and thunder outside.  The noise and rain were so loud that if you didn't pay attention, you really couldn't hear it.

    He hurriedly got up and put on his raincoat. Before going out, he did not forget to tithe: "Another donor came to take shelter from the rain. I will go there for a while."

    After saying that, he turned around and opened the door, facing the wind and rain, without flinching, with quick steps, and disappeared in the rain curtain in the blink of an eye.

    The girl seemed a little uneasy. She twisted her body and looked out the door with her big bright eyes to see who was coming.

    Footsteps sounded, and then there was a rough voice: "Haha, okay, okay, there is indeed a temple here to take shelter from the rain!"

    "Third brother, don't make any noise, get settled quickly, hasn't it rained enough yet?!" Then there was an impatient voice.

    The girl's hibiscus-like jade face suddenly changed, she jumped up, raised her legs, like a nocturnal thief, and rushed towards the door lightly.

    "Female donor, you?" Juekong happened to come in and was surprised when he saw her walking out like this.

    "Shh¡ª¡ª!" The girl hurriedly pointed at her red lips and looked outside the door anxiously. Seeing that no one was there, she breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and glared at Juekong, as if to tell him not to talk, and then left.  He jumped, landed lightly in the corridor, and rushed into the kitchen next to him.

    Juekong looked puzzled, which was very strange, but Zhixin Temple was crowded with pilgrims, and he had seen many people, and there were all kinds of strange people. Although Juekong was strange, he didn't think it was strange, turned around and entered the meditation hall, took off his clothes  Coir raincoat, sat back in her seat.

    "Sir, what's wrong with this sister?" Xiao He kept silent at the side and finally couldn't help but asked Xiao Yuesheng.

    "I must not want to see anyone." Xiao Yuesheng smiled softly, shook his head, and continued to drink porridge slowly.

    Seeing him like this, Xiao He felt that it was no big deal, so he ignored him and ate in peace.

    The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and a total of four people walked in. Each of them was a burly, middle-aged man, and their steps were calm and uniform.

    They were burly, rough-looking, with beards on their faces, and looked somewhat similar. They seemed like four brothers. As they strode into the room, a gust of moisture hit their faces.

    The four of them stepped into the room. They stood still at first, with their backs leaning against each other, their hands pressed on the hilts of their swords, their faces tensed, their eyes like lightning, looking up and down, not missing any part of the room.

    They were wearing brocade clothes that clung to their bodies, and the rain was dripping down, making the place where they stood wet.

    The lightning-like gaze passed over Xiao Yuesheng's face, and then fell on Xiao He. He stayed on Xiao He's face for a few seconds, which made Xiao He impatient. His eyebrows slowly frowned, as if he was going to have an attack.

    ¡°Brother, it¡¯s not her.¡± One of them said in a rough voice.

    "Well, it's really not the case then sit down." The burly man standing in front nodded and looked away from Xiao He's beautiful face.

    The four of them glanced at Xiao Yuesheng again, and slowly sat down at the low table. Regardless of their soaked clothes, they could not help but shrug their noses as they smelled the aroma that filled the room.

    "It smells so good, it smells so good!" one of them shouted loudly, his eyes shining, and he kept rubbing his hands with an eager face.

    "Wait a minute!" The person in the lead suddenly raised his hand and stared at the porridge bowl next to Xiao Yuesheng. His eyes flickered with cold light as he slowly looked at Xiao Yuesheng.

    They also noticed something strange and stared at the bowl the girl had just used. Then their cold eyes slowly passed over the faces of Xiao Yuesheng and the others.

    ¡°Brother, I wonder who used this bowl?!¡± The big man in front of him stared at Xiao Yuesheng with eyes like lightning, and asked slowly in a deep voice.

    Xiao Yuesheng raised his head, glanced at the four of them, and said warmly: "There was a girl who used it just now, but she was full and was in a hurry, so she left."

    "Girl?!" The big man's expression suddenly changed and he asked eagerly: "What kind of girl is she?!"

    As he said that, he took out a rolled sleeve from his pocket, untied the silk rope, and opened it with a swish.A portrait of a woman is presented.

    "But this woman?!" The big man lowered the portrait in front of Xiao Yuesheng's eyes and asked anxiously.

    Xiao Yuesheng glanced at it. This portrait was so lifelike, and the girl's expression and temperament were captured in it. It must be a masterpiece.

    He nodded and said lightly: "What a coincidence, it is this girl."

    With a "pop" sound, another big man hit his palm with his fist, gritted his teeth, and cursed bitterly: "Damn it, another close call, let her run away!"

    "Brother, the porridge bowl is still hot. He shouldn't have gone far. Let's chase him quickly!" Another big man said hurriedly.

    As the eldest brother, the big man was not in a hurry. He shook his head and sneered: "Even if we want to chase him, we won't be short of time. If we chase him in the wrong direction, we will chase him further and further away!"

    He stared at Xiao Yuesheng coldly, then looked at Xiao He, glanced twice, then looked at Juekong, smiled at Juekong, and asked slowly: "This little monk, monks don't lie, who  Is the girl really gone?!"

    As he spoke, he glanced around, as if to see if someone could be hidden somewhere.

    The other three people had a tacit understanding with him. They immediately understood the opportunity and stood up. One person stood at the door and closed the door. The other two people divided themselves into left and right groups and walked side by side. They slowly came to the altar table in front of the Buddha statue with their eyes tight.  Stare under the altar table.

    There is a curtain under the altar table, which would be best if you are hiding people.

    One of them stretched out his long sword, and stretched it out bit by bit, approaching the curtain, his movements cautious, for fear of being attacked.

    Xiao He pursed his lips and smiled, shaking his head.

    The elder brother had been paying attention to the expressions of Xiao Yuesheng and the others. When he saw Xiao He's smile, he knew they were not there, but he did not speak out just in case.

    The long sword approached the curtain, suddenly accelerated, and swung it fiercely. The curtain opened, revealing underneath, but it was empty and no one was there.

    The two of them did not give up. They turned to look at the Buddha statue again to see if they could hide people. This meditation hall was very simple and there was very little room for people.

    It¡¯s a long story, but it only lasted in the blink of an eye, and Juekong was still hesitant.

    "Why, didn't the young monk see it?" The elder brother raised his eyebrows and asked in a deep voice, his face was gloomy, his momentum was extraordinary, and it was very scary.

    "Amitabha¡ª¡ª!" Juekong clasped his hands together and pronounced the Buddha's name. He calmly replied slowly: "The young monk saw the female donor leaving."

    The elder brother stared at Juekong closely. After a while, he saw that Juekong looked calm and not uneasy at all. He nodded: "So, that little girl is really gone!"

    "Brother, let's chase him quickly!" the person standing at the door said hurriedly.

    These days, they slept and ate in the open, traveling day and night, just to catch up with the girl and get back what she had stolen.

    "Chase!" The big man waved his hand, stood up, turned around and left the meditation hall. The sound of hurried footsteps sounded outside, and only the sound of the door being pushed and closed was heard, and then it was hidden in the rain and could not be heard again.

    "Who are they? They are so rude!" Xiao He snorted softly and wrinkled her pretty nose. If it weren't for the fear of causing trouble for the master, he would have taught them a lesson long ago.

    "As far as the young monk knows, they should be from Songjiapu." Juekong said slowly, with a hint of worry in his expression.

    "Song's Shop?" Xiao He suddenly became energetic, hurriedly leaned forward, and asked in a sweet voice: "The name sounds strange. Could it be that it is a trading company?"

    "Songjiapu is a big town in Shandong, much bigger than Jingjia Town here." Juekong shook his head and answered unhurriedly.

    "Songjiapu is a small town. It's really interesting." Xiaohe chuckled, turned to look at the porridge bowl opposite Xiao Yuesheng, and said with a smile: "Is it possible that this sister has offended the people in Songjiapu?"

    Juekong nodded, with a sympathetic look on his face, and sighed softly: "There is an old benefactor Song in the Song family shop who chases souls with a silver sword. He is very powerful in martial arts. The female benefactor may have offended old benefactor Song."

    "Is that Silver Sword Soul Chaser so good?" Xiao Heda asked curiously.

    Monk Juekong nodded: "This old benefactor of Song Dynasty is always willing to do good things, has great martial arts skills, has many masters under his command, and has a wide circle of friends. He is very powerful."

    Xiaohe was even more interested. He turned to Xiao Yuesheng and smiled sweetly: "Master, I didn't expect there to be such a person. Let's go and take a look?"

    "Don't mess around, hurry up and eat." Xiao Yuesheng gave her a sideways look.

    Xiaohe stuck out her sweet tongue and said in a coquettish voice: "Okay, let's eat and eat."

    She was about to pick up the spoon when she suddenly heard a loud shout from outside: "I'm really hiding here!"

    Immediately,The sound of gold and iron clashing was clear and sweet, followed by the sound of footsteps, the sound of the temple door being pushed open, and the sound of shouting and cursing.

    "Master?!" Xiaohe was curious and eager to try, looking at Xiao Yuesheng eagerly.

    Xiao Yuesheng still ate slowly, paying no attention to it, as if he didn't hear it.

    Monk Juekong stood up hurriedly and went to get the coir raincoat by the door, because he wanted to take a look outside.

    Xiao Yuesheng raised his head and advised in a gentle voice: "Little master, don't wade in this muddy water. It's better to sit down and eat, out of sight, out of mind, and pure."

    Monk Juekong said urgently while wearing his coir raincoat: "There's a fight outside. They must have encountered the female benefactor. The young monk can't just sit idly by."

    There were clanging sounds outside, screams, and curses from time to time.

    "You four dogs are really annoying, I will cut off your dog legs today!"

    "Grandma, I'm so disgusting, please hand over the sword manual quickly, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude and scratching your little face!"

    "You dare?!" The girl's furious voice penetrated the rain curtain and entered the meditation hall.

    "Then let's see if I dare, haha" A big man laughed happily, as if he had seen her face being scratched.

    His laughter didn¡¯t stop, and he suddenly screamed: ¡°Ah!¡±

    "Third brother!" An angry voice sounded, and then the clanging sound became louder and denser than rain.

    ¡°Crack!¡± A bolt of lightning suddenly cut through the sky, illuminating the yard as bright as day.

    Monk Juekong saw clearly that the girl was surrounded by four people. A sword with a cold light drew a line around him, resisting the siege of the four people.

    He only glanced at them and already knew that the swordsmanship of these four people was fierce and the life of the girl surrounded among them was in danger.

    "Master, why don't we go out and take a look?" Xiao He asked anxiously as if his futon was covered with needles, restless.

    Xiao Yuesheng shook his head, without even raising his eyes, and hummed: "Eat!"

    Xiaohe pursed her lips, picked up the spoon, scooped it out hard, and put it into her mouth, her teeth squeaking as she chewed it.

    After eating a spoonful, she couldn't help but speak again, and said softly: "Master, how did that sister get discovered?! I thought I had deceived them!"

    "Only three of the four people walked out. It's hard to hear the footsteps. The other person is lying in ambush in the yard, just wait and see." Xiao Yuesheng answered casually.

    "You're so cunning!" Xiao He couldn't help but clapped his hands. If it were him, he wouldn't have thought of it and it would be difficult to deal with it.

    Monk Juekong has already put on his raincoat and is about to walk out.

    Xiao Yuesheng said calmly: "Young master, although you have martial arts skills, you probably have no chance of winning against the four of them, right?"

    Monk Juekong stopped immediately and turned his head to tithe: "Although the young monk is defeated, he cannot let the female donor lose his life."

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled faintly and stopped talking.

    "Master, look, the young monk is not afraid, so what trouble are we afraid of?!" Seeing that Juekong also went out to watch the fun, Xiao He felt even more itchy and hurriedly encouraged him.

    Xiao Yuesheng shook his head. It is difficult to distinguish the right and wrong of things in the world. It is really not appropriate to intervene rashly.

    However, even so, he naturally would not ignore it. Sitting here, the situation outside naturally appeared in his mind. He already had a chess piece in his hand. At the critical moment, he could use his magical power to resolve the crisis easily.  It¡¯s really not worth going out in the rain.

    Xiaohe didn¡¯t know what his master was thinking, and his heart felt like a cat scratching him, itching unbearably and making him restless.

    " Xiao Yuesheng just ignored her, as if he didn't see her expression. He lowered his head and ate slowly, deliberately trying to temper her impetuous temper.

    Monk Juekong was already wearing a raincoat and was standing firmly in the yard. He opened his eyes wide and took a few steps closer to watch their fight attentively.

    The rain was pouring down, as if there was a big hole in the sky, pouring down. The raindrops hit him so hard that he could hardly open his eyes, but the five of them fought fiercely, with swords going back and forth, making clanging sounds, and they seemed to be unaffected.  .
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