Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of the Swordsman

Chapter 76
On the dark mountain road, Yan Yongchun was rushing over.

In the evening, Yuan Ziyi said that he went out for a stroll, but Liu Shao didn't come back until the moon. Yan Yongchun didn't need to use his brain to guess that the other party must have gone to Jiang Wen during the day.

For the two who came from the same school, Yuan Ziyi's personality is completely different from Yan Yongchun's.She always wants to take the initiative and control variables, and there seems to be a sense of crisis that always accompanies her.

When they lived deep in the nunnery in Mount Emei, the two of them wrapped themselves in a quilt and stared at the leaking roof. Yan Yongchun once heard her say anxiously that she felt that she was alienated from the outside world since she was a child.

At that time, Yan Wingchun took the initiative to comfort Yuan Ziyi. This was just an illusion that she had been bullied since she was a child. In the future, if she learned martial arts by herself, she would definitely help her succeed, and no one could bully him anymore.

That Yuan Ziyi with a shaved head bit his lip and said that was not the case.She often feels that her memory is very far away. Whether it is the ups and downs of her childhood or her current ascetic seclusion, she is like a blank spectator, always feeling that everything is incompatible with herself.

Yuan Ziyi thought hard to describe it, and finally thought of a word——like a lifetime away.

Yan Wingchun felt drowsy after hearing this, the pain in her whole body from practicing martial arts made her unable to feel this kind of distress, she would rather think that her body is not her own, so that she would not feel so uncomfortable.

For the junior sister brought back by the master, Yan Yongchun always only thinks that she is kind and lovely, and often tolerates her little thoughts, and doesn't understand why the master is so strict, and even dare not pass on martial arts to Yuan Ziyi lightly.

But this time, Yan Wing Chun didn't want Yuan Ziyi to be willful anymore.

Head Jiang is a good man. He is good at martial arts but never bullies the weak. He has a wide range of friends and is in a hurry.Even his exorbitant request of wanting to learn other martial arts was settled by him calmly, and he even arranged for them to eat and live.

If Yuan Ziyi turned against the other party, and then did things like stealing martial arts and robbing the head, she would really find it hard to accept it.

Therefore, after finding out where the Wuyi faction is from Master Luo, Yan Yongchun searched all night, regardless of Master Luo's hesitant obstruction, just wanting to stop Yuan Ziyi from acting willfully.

Starting from Xiamei Town, one hour's journey has already arrived at the foot of Dawang Peak, and stopped in front of a dimly lit Taoist temple.

Yan Yongchun, who had been waiting for no news for a long time, took another look at the barren and dark peaks and cliffs on both sides of the long river. Where is the sect—is this Taoist temple the Wuyi sect?

Yan Yongchun knocked on the door several times, but there was silence in this Taoist temple, as if it was just an empty room.But in the depths of the Taoist temple, there is clearly the sound of flute pipes playing slightly, as if they are praying and chanting scriptures overnight.

In the dark environment, Yan Yongchun walked around the Taoist temple, and finally found the plaque that said "Huixian Temple", and instantly knew that he had made a mistake, and the Wuyi sect that Jiang Wen belonged to must be somewhere else.

Looking up at the boundless galaxy, a big star is emitting a cold light, covering the northern star field in the distance, as if a single eye is patrolling the world with indifferent sight, and it also illuminates the dark mountain peak just in time.

"This mountain is exactly the same shape as the official hat Master Luo said, it must be the Dawang Peak, maybe the Wuyi sect's mountain gate is on the other side."

Yan Yongchun was not discouraged, and searched carefully along the winding mountain path, listening to the night noise of the sparkling fine waves of the Jiuqu River, and finally saw a few lines of footprints on a wet and soft soil, some big and some small, but they were just in line with the Jiang Wen and his party agreed.

"Great, it looks like Ziyi walked with them and didn't fight. God bless, she must not steal someone's cheat book in the middle of the night..."

Walking along the creek again and turning around a stone wall, Yan Yongchun actually found Yuan Ziyi who had disappeared for a long time!

Yuan Ziyi, who fainted by the stream, was soaked in water, his whole body was cold and convulsed slightly, but he lay down with his head facing the stream, as if he had been attacked from behind.

Yan Yongchun stepped forward very nervously, the white crane fist formed instantly, his feet stepped on the river beach smoothly and gently, like a real crane standing on the stream, ready to guard against the surrounding attacks at any time.

But until she got close to Yuan Ziyi and touched her forehead that was hot from the cold body, she didn't notice any abnormalities in the bamboo forest and reeds.

At the turn of autumn and winter, in the cold night, how can a mortal fetus withstand the invasion of the external cold.Yan Wingchun took off his coat without hesitation, and was about to change it for the unconscious Yuan Ziyi, but found the welt marks all over Yuan Ziyi's arms, chest, abdomen, shoulders and neck, which were bruised and purple at this time, and the scene was shocking.

Thoughts turned rapidly in his mind, his own worries and annoyance flooded in one after another, Yan Wing Chun's face was solemn, and he instantly restored the truth...

"Master Jiang is actually this kind of person! Ziyi must have been found out for stealing martial arts, was whipped all over his body, and was thrown by the river! It's like a beast!"

Being moved suddenly, Yuan Ziyi, who was unconscious, suddenly started talking in his sleep, which made Yan Wingchun nervous again.

"Removing corpses..."

"Zi Yi, what did you just say?" Yan Yongchun moved closer to her mouth and listened carefully.

"My child...quickly save... my child..."

Hearing this, Yan Wingchun's expression became more serious, and he tightly held Yuan Ziyi's cold hand.

"Don't worry, I will definitely save the child from the hands of the man with a human face and a beast's heart!"

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The noisy voices all around were indistinguishable, as if a heavy hammer was hitting Jiang Wen's heart, making a sudden sound.The desolate Manting Peak is decorated with lights and festoons, the colors are rolling and undulating, and the lights are bright, but it makes Jiang Wen feel extremely scared in his heart——

Set fire to the mountain, sit on the bottom of the prison, is the game on the top of the mountain really good?

Jiang Wen muttered, standing alone in the empty courtyard, the fragrance of Song Gui, the ruins of the ancient well, and the feast on the top of the mountain could be clearly seen, which made him more convinced that he was in a place that could make the eyes, ears, and Nose, body, mind five senses are vivid in the dream.

Plato put forward an allegory of the cave in the seventh volume of his book "The Republic". If the prisoners are locked in a cave illuminated only by candles and cannot turn back, they will not know the reason for the appearance of the image since they were born. Will consider these shadows to be "real" and call them by different names.

But Jiang Wen was sure that this was a dream.

When getting out of trouble in the house, Jiang Wen subconsciously used Yiyang Finger with 16 strengths, but this kind of martial arts consumes a lot of internal energy. With his remaining internal energy, he can at most extinguish the candle out of thin air. Such great power!

Jiang Wen secretly thought that he seemed to be asleep, and he couldn't get rid of the influence of the dream for the time being.

"I can't even prick myself with thirteen needles at the gate of ghosts, am I a ghost pressing the bed or a bed pressing ghosts..."

However, Jiang Wen faintly noticed that this bizarre dream would make him mistakenly think that he has all the internal energy, that is to say, the internal energy he is using now is just an illusion in the dream, and in fact, he cannot mobilize the true energy at all.

The pre-Qin voices coming from all directions around him seemed to be urging him to go to Manting Peak.

But Jiang Wen knew very well that there is a ravine in the immortal letter, and the Hongqiao spans the sky. The dead on the mountain thought that they could go to the banquet across the sky if they were buried on the cliff, but no one came back alive to tell others what the price of participating in this banquet was.

Standing in the yard thinking deeply, Jiang Wen finally thought of a way.

For example, go back to the house and sleep again.

(End of this chapter)