Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of the Swordsman

Chapter 164 It's not a storm

Feng Yiming felt wronged.

A few days ago, he was in the Hero Building of his own industry in Foshan Town, just because he took one more look at a beautiful purple-clothed woman on the side of the road, he accidentally bumped into someone next to him, and was stopped by a Taoist priest who appeared out of nowhere Entanglement makes it difficult to move an inch.

I have practiced martial arts since I was a child, and I have a family background, and my martial arts are quite good here in Lingnan. I thought I could easily deal with each other, but the two fought against each other for a few moves. It was about to shatter, his face swelled like a pig's liver, and he couldn't get rid of it, so he made a fool of himself on the street.

Feng Yiming was beaten so hard that he had no power to fight back, and when the servants of his hero building rushed over after hearing the news, the Taoist priest had already fled.

However, all this was just the beginning. In the next three days, all kinds of weird things happened around him. First, a fire broke out inexplicably in his own warehouse, and then it suddenly went out after burning down two north rooms. The documents, grain bills, and business contracts were all burned, and ten of them were not saved.

Then the well water in the house smelled bad, and the gutter somewhere was dug up and polluted the spring well, and the whole house was full of stench, and my father's seven-bedroom concubine also rushed back to her mother's house , Spread the news all over Foshan Town.

Later, there were frequent troubles in the restaurants, gambling stalls, commercial stores, and warehouses that my family opened in the town. I can't stand the increasingly severe situation.

To make matters worse, the Beggar's Nest Guandi Association, centered in Guangzhou City, also came suddenly, taking advantage of the fire and making a fool of themselves.Feng Yiming invited the Foshan martial arts to make peace, but the former martial arts comrades he had befriended ignored all the calls for help. After he spent money to arrange everything, he found that the profits of ten days and a half months had been lost, and he was so busy that he turned his back on his back.

There are too many such things, and he shouldn't have to worry about these things. With his father who is known as "Nan Batian" and has the best martial arts in Lingnan, he can naturally get justice. But recently, two people came to Beijing. As the imperial guard, my father had to go to accompany him, so he entrusted all the family property to himself.

In just a few days, Feng Yiming was looking forward to it day and night, only hoping to be freed from the sea of ​​suffering quickly, and his hair became grey.

During a series of unlucky incidents, Feng Yiming also suspected that someone was behind the scenes, so he specially sent extra people to investigate at the head of Foshan Town, focusing on the visitors and outsiders, but after a few days, he found nothing, and found nothing suspicious. clues.

After thinking about it, Feng Yiming only felt that everything started from the woman in purple, so he ran to do a fortune-telling. After listening to the fortune-teller, he said with certainty that the woman must have been born in Tai Sui, and he committed the crime of Tai Sui. It is so unfavorable in fleeting years, and it is necessary to spend money to solve it in order to escape this catastrophe.

Feng Yiming went back to the mansion and thought about it. He smelled the stench coming from the well again. He gritted his teeth and got up. I went to the first Pak Tai Temple.

Just when Feng Yiming stepped out of Feng's mansion, he didn't notice that a few beggars on the corner of the street had already taken a step ahead and slid towards the direction of Beidi Temple.

In fact, Jiang Wen, who was secretly manipulating all this, did not run around in the past few days. He had been hiding in the Beidi Temple, inquiring about the recent troubles in Foshan Town.He sneered after hearing the news from the beggars, only to find that Yuan Ziyi was looking at him strangely.

"Girl in purple, why are you looking at me like this?"

Yuan Ziyi coughed lightly and looked away, walked to the front of the temple gate, and said with a little surprise: "Master Jiang, I didn't expect you to have so many ways to punish people, but you usually don't see it."

Jiang Wen smiled slightly, shaking his arms easily all over his body.

Just kidding, I am a national player recognized by Zao Wou-ki, my chess ability can rival those in the Forbidden City.Besides, compared with the Sanshan Chess Game in Fuzhou City, where one mistake could kill half of the city's people, it can be said to be as easy as finding something out of a pocket.

"Me? I obviously just pushed and called out all the people in this Foshan town who were dissatisfied with the Feng family. As you have seen with your own eyes, except for the time we went in and set fire, the rest of the people who dig the gutter, Is there one way to get rid of the bad luck that I did?"

The head of Jiang's attitude is very firm. Although he has profound skills as a shit-stirring stick, these indiscriminate methods must have nothing to do with himself, a hero of the world and the head of a generation, and it is entirely other people's own ideas.

The fact is also the same. When Jiang Wen proposed to deal with Feng Tiannan, Lei Huo showed 12 points of enthusiasm, saying that it doesn't matter if he wants money or people, and it will be all recorded in his account. Nan's toubob fell down.

But the beggars of Guandi Association were more enthusiastic. Du Lao San and Lao Huazi hit it off and ordered the beggars in Foshan Town to cooperate fully and make suggestions, insisting on cutting off Feng Tiannan's hand extending to Guangzhou City.

In the next few days, Jiang Wen even discovered that all the martial arts sects in Foshan Town, large and small, had joined the ranks of troublemakers knowingly, adding trouble without any pressure, and together making the already chaotic pool even more muddy. Turning an ordinary murder into a Murder on the Orient Express.

Under such circumstances, even if Feng Yiming wanted to find the murderer, he would only think that it was an accidental collision of coincidence and coincidence. Otherwise, how could so many moths erupt in such a dense and stable Foshan Town? !

"Miss Yuan, if you get the right way, you can help but if you don't, you can't help it. Don't you see that the Feng family hates ghosts, and it's clear that God wants to take them in?"

Jiang Wen pretended to be an official.

"Feng Tiannan's mistake should be punished by Feng Yiming. Doesn't God have to listen to the prison lawsuit five times and commit adultery before knowing who is good and who is evil?"

But Yuan Ziyi doesn't like this, she doesn't believe that good and evil are rewarded, if God really has eyes, why did Feng Tiannan's evil deeds wait until now to get revenge on his son who is obviously more refined and polite where?

Jiang Wen was obviously in a good mood, and said jokingly to Yuan Ziyi: "Why, do you feel sorry for your brother? With your current martial arts, if you want to become Feng Ziyi when you go back, I think the Feng family must be overjoyed."

"you!"

Yuan Ziyi's almond-shaped eyes were wide open, with a hint of blushing on his face, he turned his head and ignored Jiang Wen, obviously losing his temper.

But Jiang Wen sat back on the chair indifferently, and turned over the illegible "Taishang Yuanshi Tianzun Said the Wonderful Sutra of the Northern Emperor to Subdue Demons and Gods" on the table - he pretended to be a Taoist priest every day, but in the end he always talked about Buddhist scriptures And the Analects of Confucius, if you are in a hurry, you have to use the wonderful voice of the Giant Vehicle Bodhisattva of the Kingdom of Light. This is obviously not professional enough, so you have to hurry up and make up for it.

Yuan Ziyi, who was already restless, stood at the door sulking. He didn't see anyone answering him for a long time, so he turned his head sneakily to look back, but happened to meet Jiang Wen who raised his eyes, and immediately turned back.

"Miss Yuan, you have to know that there is no such thing as good and bad, and that only people call upon themselves, and that the successive misfortunes of the Feng family are retribution. Don't you believe that?"

Jiang Wen said casually, and the voice could just float into the ear of the other party, "A gentleman is virtuous and not afraid of power, and a villain is afraid of power but not virtuous. The Feng family relies on the power of the Five Tigers to run amok, powerful but without virtue, Even Lei Huo knows how to convince others with virtue, so wouldn't his family be willing to die?"

Yuan Ziyi frowned and looked at Jiang Wen, and suddenly remembered the relatives who wanted to put his mother in a pig cage, and said disgustedly: "Master Jiang thinks that everyone in the town is a gentleman, so the prestige is not enough to convince people?"

"wrong!"

Jiang Wen slapped the table, his eyes full of jokes.

"With the Feng family making such a fuss, the gentleman who is not afraid of power either died or ran away, and the rest are villains. When a villain lives in the world, he will listen to whoever has the biggest fist, and when he sees the Feng family being sluggish, he will fall into trouble." What's wrong? Didn't Feng Tiannan find this by himself?"

Yuan Ziyi was suffocated when he heard it, and stopped talking.

Although Lei Huo is domineering in his business, he also pays attention to his integrity and reputation first, but the Five Tigers rely on their power to plunder and plunder without any scruples. Not to mention, Yuan Ziyi's mother, Yuan Yingu, also met a fisherman and was willing to take care of them. When Feng Tiannan found out about the couple, he was furious and beat them to death immediately.

This behavior has already regarded Foshan Town as private property. If they don't die, how can others have a good life?
Seeing Yuan Ziyi's thoughtful expression, Jiang Wen continued: "Miss Yuan, don't think that Feng Yiming is gentle, polite, and has some blood relatives with you, but Emperor Guan will inquire clearly in the past few days. Thirty or forty people have lost their lives here in Lingnan."

This matter is not difficult to find out, and the Feng family has never intended to conceal it. Even in the book "Flying Fox Biography", Feng Tiannan once boldly stated that "a certain man who ran across Lingnan and became the head of the Five Tigers faction , It's useless to kill in your life.My son's subordinates have also killed thirty or forty people, so what does it matter if he dies in your hands today? 】

There are still some things that Jiang Wen didn't say, but he can already vaguely guess that among so many beggars in Guangzhou, many of them have similar hatred with Feng Tiannan, and the Guandi Society's "prosperity" has no idea How much credit he has contributed to Feng Tiannan...

Yuan Ziyi was also stunned for a long time when he heard this, Rou Ning tightly held the silver soft whip around his waist, his expression became more cloudy and uncertain.

I have practiced martial arts for many years in order to take revenge, but in fact I have never harmed a single life, and Feng Yiming, whom I had sympathized with before, has been stained with so much blood, I don't know how many people just like myself tragedy.

However, among these people, how many people will have the same blessings as themselves, get the master to save the sea of ​​suffering, and hold life and death in their own hands?
Jiang Wen knew very well that the problem Yuan Ziyi was struggling with was the difference between "the person I should have been" and "the person I wanted to be".

No matter how heinous Feng Tiannan's crimes are, under the veil of warmth of the traditional kinship of this era, she doesn't seem so hateful; and no matter how beautiful the future Wumei Shitai builds for her, when she still has concerns in her heart, she always seems to be so evil. Not so real.

In the final analysis, Yuan Ziyi's "father-killing" mission is still based on a very weak foundation of personal hatred. What she empathizes with seems to be her mother who has a miserable life experience, but in fact it is all based on her own. Therefore, the idea of ​​revenge is not as firm as Hu Fei in the original book, who was determined after seeing the Zhong family's tragic death with his own eyes.

If Yuan Ziyi wants to realize "father killing" in action, what she needs is not only high-strength martial arts, but also sufficient psychological reasons to support her every step.The road has to be taken step by step. Jiang Wen can act on her behalf to "kill the father" and remove a villain from the world, but only she can do the psychological "father killing".

But in Jiang Wen's eyes, what needs to be worried is not Feng Tiannan, but countless people like Feng Yiming.

They have rich clothes and good food since they were young, and they care about human life. They have more freedom than everyone in Foshan Town. Take it for granted.

The tragedy of the Zhong family in the Beidi Temple once happened in a real way. Even if everything is not written, there is still the bright red on the blood-stained stone piercing the eyes, and there is still Hu Fei who forced Feng Tiannan to go away to Xiaoxiang, but when Feng Yiming became the local Elderly, when it is said that there is no blood to be seen in killing people, how many people can perceive that these things should not have happened?

"Master Jiang, is the Feng family really so damned?"

Yuan Ziyi turned around suddenly, with a look of determination on his face, but his eyes couldn't help revealing a glimmer of hope, as if he hoped to get the answer he wanted from Jiang Wen.

Jiang Wen hesitated for a long time, but did not answer this question. There were already hurried footsteps outside the Beidi Temple. It was obvious that Feng Yiming had brought people here, and there were more people than originally thought.

Jiang Wen and Yuan Ziyi looked at each other, and immediately dodged from the room behind the temple, hid in the dark and watched the winding procession outside the temple, and slowly heard the conversation between the two people in front who seemed to be greeting each other.

"Really Li, I bother you to come here for some trivial matters, which really makes me panic."

The one who rushed into the gate of Beidi Temple was a young man, about 20 years old, wearing a blue silk gown, waving a folding fan in his right hand, I saw that this man walked lightly, his face was full of heroism, obviously his martial arts were not weak.

"How can Mr. Feng be so far-fetched? Master Feng and I also met at first sight and hated seeing each other too late. My martial arts skills are low and I dare not make mistakes in ordinary things, but Li can still help with the rituals of praying for sunshine and eliminating plagues and averting disasters." From the previous group."

The person who came in with Feng Yiming was not tall, and he was only dressed as a quack warlock, and there were two big and three thick men who pretended to be Taoist boys, and followed behind him step by step, one holding a feng shui compass, the other holding a bisque-fired clay basin, Zheng and Feng Yiming were boasting.

"Mr. Feng, I think the road to the Foshan Ancestral Temple looks like a long snake, and the pavilion is like a snake's head. It looks like a ferocious demon snake coming across the river with its head raised and its teeth bared. At the beginning, an expert surveyed the terrain and built the Beidi Temple to suppress demons. Living seven inches away from the demon snake is the only way to get the wealth and prosperity here."

The sorcerer known as Li Zhenzhen pointed to the surrounding scenery, and instantly gave a convincing explanation, "It's a pity that the sand and water have changed in the past 300 years, and the dragon's veins have changed. There is a bit of life. There is a demonic aura in the Beidi Temple now, what you see must be a monster that has escaped!"

Feng Yiming obviously found it difficult to accept this statement, and asked cautiously, shaking his folding fan: "But I... But I saw that although the woman is beautiful, there is no other strangeness..."

"That's wrong, it's definitely not human!"

Li Zhenren, who was fully prepared, immediately shook his head, interrupting Feng Yiming's questioning.

"Mr. Feng, do you think that yew is so rare on weekdays? "Hanshu·Five Elements" says, "Customs are crazy and slow, and betrayal is easy to degree. It is a strange costume for riding a horse, so there is a demon costume." Clothing demons are also demons, This turned into the purple-clothed woman you ran into that day!"

After saying this, Jiang Wen, who was hiding aside, found that Yuan Ziyi was furious, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

After all, Li Zhenren bent down and picked up a handful of soil from the ground, carefully placed it in the biscuit clay pot of the strong man Daotong, took the compass to measure the directions of the four elephants, and continued to express his judgment.

"Young Master Feng, there are still important matters to be dealt with at the Prince's Mansion, and it is inconvenient for Li to stay longer, so I will teach you a way to deal with evildoers."

He pointed to the mouth of the bay not far from the Beidi Temple, facing the heart of the rolling waves, "A demon snake and a dragon must get the dragon ball before they can ascend to heaven. You just need to find Danhu who is good at picking pearls and go into the water. If the lifeblood of the snake is taken away, it will naturally turn danger into good luck!"

As soon as this method came out, the disciples of the Five Tigers Sect brought by Feng Yiming seemed extremely happy. They were worthy of being the masters invited by the head from the Pingnan Palace. It is really reliable to have such insights after a little investigation.

But Feng Yiming showed embarrassment, and said in a low voice: "Really Li, it's hard to find Danhu for pearl picking nowadays. Even if there are one or two around Foshan, they never dare to pass by the undercurrent in front of Beidi Temple. It's a tricky thing..."

This is not Feng Yiming's unfounded worry, but his personal experience in the coastal area.

People living on the sea are often more superstitious than ordinary people, and the rules of not being able to go to sea are also stricter. Compared with the tragic experience of being buried in the sea, they would rather die in a different place than violate taboos.

Song Yingxing recorded in "Tiangong Kaiwu" that Danhu must gather pearls in March every year, and sacrifice sacrifices to the god of the sea at that time. Don't dare to violate.And this inconspicuous Jiangwan outside the Beidi Temple is the Cave of the Dragon, which is passed down by local Danhu.

Li Zhenren looked up, but suddenly laughed, which made Feng Yiming quite puzzled.

"Why are you laughing, sir?"

Li Zhenren clapped his hands at Daotong, and suddenly a dozen people, old and young, came in at the door, all of them were dark-skinned, dressed with wide hands and wide feet, and they knelt and sat in a group tied together.

"Mr. Feng, you don't need to worry. The former governor of Guangdong and Guangxi, Mr. Tong, once wrote to the imperial court, requesting that the Guangdong and Guangxi Danhus enter the water to collect pearls, so I also know that there are not many people with this craft now. It just so happened that Prince Pingnan caught these bold acts For the younger generation, it is just right to let them go into the water."

A group of messengers dressed as officials escorted Danhu to the seashore, and these ashen-faced Danhu were forced to raise their heads, and after only one glance at the river, their faces turned ashen. Not daring to approach the river bay, as if seeing the shadow of the underwater dragon through the river.

"How is this going……"

Feng Yiming looked at him in amazement, but Li Zhenren waved his hand confidently, and the messengers skillfully drew out sharp knives, and pointed them directly at the necks of women, children, old and young in Danhu.

"Don't worry, their whole family, old and young, have been caught, and none of them can escape. If I let them go into the water, they won't be able to sit still."

Li Zhenren, dressed as a sorcerer, looked at the surging Jiang Xin, his eyes full of anticipation, "Mr. Feng, just be safe and don't be impatient. You only need to offset three or five Danhus, and the Dragon Ball will naturally come to you..."

Hearing that the other party's plan was so complete, Feng Yiming unconsciously showed joy, bowed his hands and said solemnly: "Okay, then Master Li will take care of it!"

"Young Master Feng, you are being polite. This is Li's way of opening the altar and recruiting five soldiers to collect the monsters. He will definitely resolve this disaster for you!"

Before Master Li could finish his sentence, a stone suddenly fell in the air three feet in front of the two of them, stirring up a wave of bitter dust.The shadow of the silver whip flashed past, overturning the guards escorting the fisherman. At this moment, Yuan Ziyi was already standing on the top of the wall, his purple clothes looked particularly eye-catching, and his eyes were full of cold light.

"I am a snake demon and a clothing demon, you dare to take a good look!"

(End of this chapter)