Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of the Swordsman

Chapter 52

After one autumn rain and one cold, Xiamei Ancient Town, which has been baptized by the drizzle of autumn rain all night, already looks a bit like the leaves are falling and the dead branches are about to fall. Light overlapping splashes.

Jiang Wen shivered and hid in the gatehouse of a shed, sheltering from the rain with the sparse verandah.

He has already spent the whole night like this, the single clothes can't resist the cold wind blowing from all sides, and the residual wine will only speed up the dissipation of the temperature. hour.

With a strange babbling sound, the broken door of the ugly shed slowly opened, and a strange man in quail clothes walked out. His body was dirty and smelly, and his unkempt hair was drooping on his shoulders. People can't judge clearly.

"Jiang Wen, it's not the old monk. I'm talking about you. You don't even have a place to live. You usually live in someone else's house. Why are you so generous to help people? There are so many suffering people in the world, can you help them?"

This person taught Jiang Wen a lesson in a bad tone, and Jiang Wen retorted not to be outdone: "Old beggar, can you be more polite? I don't think your shack is dirty and didn't go in. Why are you so small-minded? If Jiang someday After practicing the peerless inner strength, the cold and heat will not be invaded long ago, so there is nothing to be afraid of this temperature."

The old beggar called himself a monk, but Jiang Wen always regarded him as a crazy beggar with some kung fu.

After all, he is not taboo on meat and vegetables, he has no ring scar on his head, and he can't take out a certificate on his body, and he can't tell where he once placed the order. Otherwise, the monks and Taoists in the world are one family, and Jiang Wen wouldn't even have one. The Taoist took him in, but the old beggar could only live on the street and build a shack as a beggar.

As soon as Jiang Wen talked about internal strength, the attitude of the old beggar was the same as that of Master Luo in the Wuguan. "People say that the old monk is crazy. I think you are crazier than me. You clamor every day to practice some internal skills. Sooner or later you will put yourself into the coffin. If you had been with me earlier, you wouldn't have lived on the streets. I can't hold back my face."

Jiang Wen was breathless after hearing this, and couldn't understand why the old beggar in front of him was so determined to persuade himself to learn from him to beg for food, and he was also keen to share his little tricks for survival—no matter how good he is, he is just A beggar.

But who knew that the old beggar seemed to see through Jiang Wen's mind, and patted Jiang Wen's shoulder earnestly.

"Treat the old monk as a beggar, don't you? Young people, you still don't understand. Do you think the old monk can survive until today only by begging for food?"

Jiang Wen couldn't help but said: "Then what? Can I still learn to cook from you?"

The old beggar sniffed his nose, quickly grabbed Jiang Wen's arm and pulled him out: "The old monk is going to open your eyes today, and tell you that the old monk's abilities are more than that—this will bring you You go eat a meal of delicacies."

Jiang Wen originally wanted to break free from the restraints, but after thinking about it carefully, he was fine anyway. If the old monk could really ask for some leftovers from the back kitchen of the Hongbin Building, then he wouldn't mind finding something edible to fill his stomach abdomen.

It's not shabby to walk in the rivers and lakes.

The two walked to the bustling place of Xiamei Ancient Town. You must know that Xiamei Town is an important tea town at the foot of Wuyi Mountain. It is full of tea houses, ticket numbers, car and boat teams and warehouses. , Shipments are running in an orderly manner.At first, the four brothers of the Zou family in the town became the richest man in Xiamei after earning millions of dollars in business. After that, they built more than [-] mansions. After that, Lu, Ma, and Chen also built houses in Xiamei. , the cluster here is more and more prosperous.

The old beggar took Jiang Wen to the area around the tea house and cloth house, and told Jiang Wen not to talk nonsense later, he could find a way to get a meal, and find a place to spend the cold winter months.Immediately, he came to the door of a newly opened silk and satin shop, and started to bark at the door, making a noise for a few sleepy-eyed boys, who rolled up their sleeves and were about to come up and drive them away.

According to the local records of Jianning Mansion, "The people who are outstanding are in the literature, and those who are fierce are also fierce." It probably means that a scholar came here and tremblingly said that all the people here have both cultural relics and excellent speech. Great, I love it here.After all, there are mountains and rivers here, there are many people and few fields, and the farmers even have to work hard to make ends meet. As a farmer who reads poetry and books, it is reasonable to know how to hold a knife, right?

And according to a resigned county magistrate who did not want to be named, the people here have always liked to "hold swords and arrows, fight openly, hide from service and avoid gifts, and use short and long to compete for their own interests." Chen Haonan of Causeway Bay only came here Can be regarded as quite gregarious, more energetic youth.

Seeing that the old beggar was about to be beaten, Jiang Wen thought he was planning to teach a few young men a lesson, but he didn't expect him to play cards according to common sense, and suddenly shouted to the door in a rough voice: "Treasurer Fang!" , the old monk has a way to cure your young master's strange disease, if you don't come out after counting to three times, I will leave!"

The rough voice spread half a block away, and Jiang Wen was stunned, not knowing what to do. Suddenly, he remembered that there was a rumor in the town that there was a new rich merchant from a silk and satin shop. He had only one son with a wealth of wealth, but no one had ever seen him before. Look, I heard that he has a strange disease and doesn't want to see people—could it be that this old beggar is planning to turn from begging to cheating?
Footsteps sounded inside the gate of the silk and satin village, and a fat, fat and wealthy businessman walked out quickly, but his old face, nearly [-] years old, was full of tangles, as if he was standing in the table for a cross talk, and was being thrown away by someone when he went to the toilet. As if it was taken away.

"Two... two masters, what advice do you have for coming here early in the morning?"

The fat shopkeeper thought about his choice of words, and then said, "I have seen many famous doctors for my child's disease, and there is nothing that can be done. It is useless to pray to gods and worship Buddha everywhere. If I can really be cured, I will be very grateful!"

The businessman was impeccable in his speech. He first threw out the question to the two of them, and then he only talked about favors but not rewards. Obviously he was the master who didn't see the rabbit and didn't stalk the eagle. He couldn't be fooled by a few words.

The old beggar did not lose his momentum, he patted his chest and said, "Come here with your ears, shopkeeper, it depends on whether the old monk is right or not, if not, I won't take any money!"

Shopkeeper Fang was taken aback by this momentum, and he simply leaned forward, covering his nose, and let the old beggar whisper in his ear.

But who would have thought that within a short while, shopkeeper Fang's face changed unsteadily, but his eyes became brighter and brighter. Before the old beggar finished speaking, he hurriedly covered the other's mouth and shouted; "Don't say it, don't say it!" , I believe it, I am convinced."

In this way, the old beggar and Jiang Wen were inexplicably invited to the silk and satin village. After a while, various dishes and fresh fruits, hot and cold delicacies were placed on the table of the Eight Immortals, abruptly turning breakfast into a feast.

"You two masters, eat quickly, and I will send the dog to come and say hello."

Shopkeeper Fang graciously persuaded the two of them to have a meal, but the old beggar put on airs at this time, and ate some fragrant leg fat pickily, looking very calm, while the shopkeeper said to the other shopkeeper: "Treasurer Fang , don’t worry. Now that I have met the old monk, I will find a solution for you even if it is difficult, but whether this method can be useful, you have to ask the hero Jiang next to you.”

The old beggar pointed his hand, and instantly shifted his attention to Jiang Wen, and Jiang Wen also instantly understood what he meant—his job was coming.

"Hey, shopkeeper Fang, don't look at Jiang who is not very old. In the past 27 years, he has dabbled in hundreds of martial arts and integrated all kinds of martial arts. Looking at the world, there is no opponent who lives in seclusion in the mountains. If Jiang is going to do it again Wading in this muddy water, my heart is full of reluctance and reluctance..."

Jiang Wen spoke in a tone of voice, when suddenly he saw the door curtain of the side room opened, and a five or six-year-old child was brought out by the butler. His body seemed to be fine, but his expression was somewhat sluggish.

"This is the son of your family? Looking at the short limbs and surprising bones, he is a material for martial arts. I wonder if you are interested in worshiping me as a teacher?"

Jiang Wen said enough excuses, and immediately hit the snake with a stick to find a meal ticket for himself, but he didn't want shopkeeper Fang to let out a long sigh, and said helplessly: "Hero Jiang, don't laugh at me anymore, this child is now ten years old. , but not half the size of others, it's a pity that now I don't even dare to make a big name, for fear that my fate will be taken away by God."

Jiang Wen just drank the tea in his mouth and spit it out in an instant, but when he turned his head, he saw the old beggar gnawing on the goose leg as usual, and quickly wiped off the water dripping from his mouth; ..."

The old beggar read Jiang Wen's joke very tastelessly, and then said to the shopkeeper: "Sure enough, the old monk did not expect it. The child's five qi are out of tune and congenitally impaired, so he was born weak and out of control. Learning inner martial arts and circulating qi and blood can make up for one or two in the future. If you don't practice martial arts, you may die when you grow up..."

Shopkeeper Fang hurriedly took the old beggar's hand without being too dirty: "Master, you must save the child. He is an only child of three generations! The child lived with his mother in the countryside when he was young, and he developed a high fever. This is broken..."

The old beggar patted his sleeves and said: "Hey, the old monk has always been merciful, so naturally we don't want to see such a tragedy happen. If the shopkeeper is willing to pay 500 taels of silver, the old monk will have to make an exception and teach him Shaolin's unique knowledge of Yijinjing and marrow washing." With the help of this hero Jiang, we will definitely turn things around within a year."

Hearing that the money was about to be paid, shopkeeper Fang immediately looked a little unhappy, and said to the two of them, "Calm down your anger. It's not that the old man doesn't believe you two, but it's just that it's a bit tight to take out the money immediately. I'll let the housekeeper go first." Borrowing from the next door, can you sit down for a while?"

At this time, Jiang Wen also realized that something was wrong with the child in front of him.

Young Master Fangjia looks plain and ordinary, with short limbs and amazing bones. From his height, he looks at most five or six years old, neither fat nor thin. Fortunately, he does not have a big head, otherwise Jiang Wen would directly classify him as dwarfism of.But since he appeared, he has remained expressionless, only staring at the gurgling hot water pot, not even looking at the two people in front of him, obviously not very healthy mentally.

The old beggar pretended to be unhappy and said: "If shopkeeper Fang doesn't believe it, forget it. You must know that you are a dangerous old man. You married a young stepwife when you were nearly fifty years old. One is old and weak, and the other is not healthy." Quan, the child born will have this kind of congenital deficiency."

Shopkeeper Fang hesitated and said, "Hey, can this martial arts practice really work?"

The old beggar turned pale and said: "Would I still lie to you? The Jiang hero in front of you was the deserted house where the Zhao family was killed last night. None of the ghosts could get close to him. All he needed was his body." Martial arts skills. Did you know that he also told the old monk that the death of the Zhao family was strange."

Jiang Wen hurriedly nodded inscrutablely.

Gossip is human nature, Shopkeeper Fang hurriedly asked: "Oh? How do you say that?"

While eating the food, Jiang Wen raised the drumsticks and tried to tease the silly boy next to him, and at this moment he was also distracted listening to the narration.

"Jiang Daxia discovered that Zhao's bed had mud holes and traces of struggle, and the government said that their skulls were rotted by maggots. This is clearly not a murder, but an evil disease. The needle-mouthed worms recorded in my Buddhist "Book of the World", "In the small hell of excrement and mud. There are iron worms. They are called needle-mouths. They live in that prison. They drill their bodies everywhere for all living beings. They are ordered to pierce through. First, the skin is pierced. The skin is already pierced. The next time, the flesh is pierced. .Drilling has broken the flesh. The second time it has broken the tendons. It has broken the tendons. Then it has broken the bone. The second time it has broken the bone. It lives in the marrow.’ Isn’t it exactly the same?!”

"Also, this hero Jiang usually lives in seclusion on Manting Peak. Where is that Manting Peak, I don't need the old monk to say more..."

The old beggar was sitting with his back to the gate, and he was beaming with enthusiasm when he spoke. His words made shopkeeper Fang shudder, and suddenly he heard a loud shout from behind.

"Hey! How could a thief dare to cheat day in and day out!"

It turned out that it was the steward of the Fang family who had just left the house. For some reason, he came to the door suddenly with a tiger and wolf officer. Fortunately, Jiang Wen sat sideways and noticed the clue in advance, and had already hid in the back hall. At this time, only the old beggar was still talking nonsense there.

The sound of shackles sounded quickly, and shopkeeper Fang looked at the butler in confusion, and the old butler quickly explained: "Master, I met two servants at the gate of Lu's house, and after hearing what the old slave said, I insisted that I was cheating. Guy Qi rushed over..."

The old beggar's hands were handcuffed, and when he looked back, he saw that he was a wolf-like official, and he struggled to argue: "My lords misunderstood, the old monk just came to eat and drink, but he didn't get any money! Since ancient times How can you call it cheating when you catch thieves and seize stolen goods?"

The yellow-faced officer rolled his eyes, and said sharply, "Shut up! You've been here just now to confuse people into questioning the government. We all heard it, so what else is there to say!"

At this point, the old beggar suddenly stood up relieved, "Okay, anyway, the old monk is full, and now it's cold and there is no place to go, so I will go to the prison for three to five months, and come out again in the spring." Not bad."

Then Xinxin stood up and searched around, "Jiang Wen, haven't you been kicked out by the old Taoist priest? Go with me too, it's better than you in no fixed place... Jiang Wen? Hey, where are you running?" went?"

The old beggar who searched without success was shouting and was forcibly taken away by the officials. He was regarded as talking crazy, only Jiang Wen who was hiding in the back hall broke out in a cold sweat.

Boy, is this your escape route? !

It's just such a small survival trick, who wouldn't know how to eat in prison? !
"Ahem, kid, let's have a discussion. You take me out through the back door. How about I give you this chicken leg?"

Jiang Wen, who was still in shock, turned his head to look at the stupid young master of the Fang family, showing an amiable expression.

(End of this chapter)