Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of the Swordsman

Chapter 78

As the famous scenes engraved into the DNA gradually dispelled the nightmare, Jiang Wen slowly sat up with a strange expression on his face.

A little sentimental and a little embarrassing.

The absurdity that Jiang heard is true, and the heart is like an ancient well is also true. The days of swords, lights and swords in the Jinyong rivers and lakes seem like a lifetime away. The familiar memory of the world has become the last consolation when homesick.

"But to be reasonable, it's not a pity to forget this kind of thing..."

Jiang Wen pondered for a while, but he was really embarrassed to say that he actually only remembered these mental pollutants.

Jiang Wen knew medical skills and carefully checked Ningdie's safety.

The air in the side room was stuffy and dusty. Ningdie fell into the room and knocked over countless debris, and there was an obvious scar on her cheek caused by landing on the ground.

He stretched out his hand to feel for the pulse, and found that the pulse was steady and smooth. Just as he wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, he felt an abnormal sign that came like a wave and faded away.

"The Hongmai represents internal evils, blazing heat and hurting Yin. Ning Die fell unconscious while walking...could it be a child with hyperthyroidism?"

Jiang Wen, who made an outrageous judgment, noticed something strange. After a little thought, he turned his head to look at the direction of the door.

The extended line of sight in the dark room saw a disconnected thread.

In the dark, a transparent, slender, and tenacious silk thread was tied horizontally two inches above the threshold, just at the height of the stepping feet. Coupled with the serious influence of the sight height and the late night light, it was extremely difficult to be found.

"Humph……"

Jiang Wen snorted coldly, realizing the problem.

There are indeed weirdnesses in this Zhizhi nunnery, such as the fact that people can hear strange sounds and see visions on the top of the mountain. This kind of vague, weird and bizarre situation fits Jiang Wen's perception of Yixi's rumors.

But here, strange incidents such as roof noises and dark shadows entering the house were mixed in.

First of all, the former Taoist priests of Zhizhi Temple have obviously encountered the abnormal situation here, but they never mentioned ghosts and black shadows in their rhetoric!

Secondly, the strange appearance before and after the black shadow is too straightforward, so straightforward that people will not run away if they see it, and so straightforward that it is not at all like the ghostly song and treachery that seems to exist at the Immortal Banquet on the Manting Peak.

Coupled with the filaments hanging at the door, and Ningdie who was conspired to faint, Jiang Wen was almost sure that there were other guys lurking aside who wanted to stir up the muddy water.

"The Hongmai of Ningdie should have inhaled the hallucinogenic and frightening poison after entering the house, and frightened himself to faint..."

"No, it should be said that this room has been filled with this poisonous gas, just to keep me awake, and no one else can wake me up..."

The turbid air affected the sense of smell, and the smell of the poisonous gas just happened to be hidden in the place where the abalone lived for a long time.

These poisoners came and went on the roof, so Jiang Wen heard the rustling of footsteps on the roof, not just at the door.

Thinking about it carefully, the thirteen needles of the ghost gate that I had originally rushed to the acupoint should have worked at that time. I just used the power of a yang finger to scare the opponent away in my sleep, but I fell into a deeper nightmare because of the poisonous gas.

Then the other party fled from the roof in horror, and because he was afraid that Jiang Wen would be woken up, he set up a stumbling block at the door so that the person who pushed the door would also fall down and inhale the poisonous gas, and fell into a hallucination.

"Pretending to be a ghost, acting secretly, seems a bit familiar..."

Jiang Wen is not sure about the others, but he has only seen this kind of translucent strong silk thread in the hands of the demons of the White Lotus Sect!
The other party's conspiracy in Sanliting was broken by him last time, but this time, the matter is still aimed at the matter of gods and ghosts, and I am afraid he has another plan.

The White Lotus Sect has been directly exposed by myself for its tricks, but this time it uses hidden weapons, traps and poisons together, which can be called unscrupulous.Fortunately, the other party didn't know that he had practiced the "Shenjiao Jing" in You Tanzhi's hand, at this time without strong internal strength, he could still slowly dissolve the poison.

But what worries Jiang Wen even more is whether Yuan Ziyi and Hong Wending are also being targeted.

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Leading the unconscious Fu Ningdie out of Zhizhi Nunnery, Jiang Wen searched for traces all the way, and quickly deduced the way she came from from the deep and shallow footprints.

The road beside the Jiuqu River was twists and turns, Jiang Wen held Ning Die under his arm and drove all the way, and happened to meet Yan Yongchun turning out of the bushes.

But what surprised him was that when the two met on the mountain road, the other party did not hesitate to attack.

The tall and slender Yan Yongchun shot out with anger, his hands clinging together like a white crane pecking at food, and as sharp as a golden knife out of its sheath, he attacked Jiang Wen's throat one after another.

Sudden attack, Jiang Wen still held Ning Die in one hand, quickly retreated, stepping on the huge boulder and jumping, finally dodged to Yan Yongchun's flank.

"Miss Yan, what are you doing! It's me!"

Jiang Wen saw that the other party's anger was still there, and was afraid that the other party would be controlled by the White Lotus Sect, so he quickly raised Fu Ningdie and shook it, "Look, this is Ningdie! Do you remember?"

Probably the unlucky name played a role, Yan Yongchun's pretty face was stained with frost, his eyes were getting colder, and he used the flying crane style of the White Crane Fist to simulate the flapping of waterfowl's wings, and the strong wind came again.

"You even beat your own apprentice! I really misjudged you!"

"Ah this..."

He had just been attacked by the nightmare for half a night, and the poisonous gas in his body had not been completely resolved. Jiang Wen was relatively weak at the moment, and Yan Yongchun, who was moved, also showed all his strength.

Jiang Wen hastily resisted with a soft palm with his left hand, and wanted to explain that the injury was caused by Ningdie himself, but Yan Yongchun's murderous intentions were everywhere, and he couldn't give him a chance at all.

The purpose of her boxing study is to let the practitioners fight between life and death, to win the life in the front line, and to achieve victory over the strong with the weak.Therefore, she often made dangerous moves and hit Jiang Wen regardless of her flaws, which made Jiang Wen a little bit wary.

Yan Wing Chun flew forward suddenly, just like a white crane leaping over a stream with its wings spread, but its hidden right hand was in the posture of a crane's neck screaming, and its strength was already ready to go.The road on the shore was narrow, Jiang Wen held Ningdie in his arms and could not retreat, suddenly he had an idea!
What should I do if I encounter moral kidnapping?That must be defeating the other party with your own flexible moral bottom line!

Didn't Yan Yongchun accuse himself of beating Ningdie?Then just hand him over to her!
As soon as he said it, Jiang Wen immediately threw the Ningdie in his hand into the opponent's arms.As soon as the burden came out, the two were in a different position in an instant, and Jiang Wen finally freed his hands and had the opportunity to speak.

"Miss Yan, please take good care of Ningdie. Can I take the liberty to ask, where did Jiang offend you?"

Yan Yongchun's Crane Peck was interrupted by a human-shaped hidden weapon, and he was in a panic for a while before he stabilized his position.

"You whipped Ziyi like that, and you still come to ask me why!?"

Confucius said to repay kindness with kindness, and repay grievances with straightness. Yan Yongchun thoroughly implemented this attitude in his heart, thinking that Yuan Ziyi had been beaten by him, and she must fight back.

Jiang Wen shrugged helplessly: "I can't blame me, who told her to learn my martial arts. You may have misunderstood, I didn't actually beat her, she was beaten like that because she wanted to..."

What Jiang Wen said was also true. If Yuan Ziyi didn't practice the "Golden Dragon Whip Technique" in a fit of anger, he wouldn't be unable to control Qiaojin's injuries all over his body.

But these words made Yan Yongchun even more annoyed.

Yan Yongchun's phoenix eyes were full of anger: "Shut up! Ziyi was most afraid of being whipped by his master since he was a child, how could he be willing to be whipped by you! How did Wending be poisoned by you? Why did Ziyi tell me to save the child when he was in a coma!"

After all, she put Ning Die on the side of the road and came close to kill, but this time she had already used the Wing Chun boxing that had just taken shape, and used the specious Xiao Nian Tao routine to fight close to the body, trying her best to attack Jiang Wen's center line. In time, the shadows of fists and legs flew, and Jiang Wen's slow-moving cotton palms slowly couldn't keep up with the rhythm.

"Miss Yan, I've offended you."

Jiang Wen sighed, since he couldn't explain clearly, he had to type it out first.

Although his internal strength is weak now, it is not a problem to use some exquisite moves of Jin Yong's martial arts. As long as he does not get caught in a group battle, even if he faces the top masters of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, he will not feel guilty.

Yan Wing Chun's boxing moves were extremely fast, but he found that Jiang Wen's moves changed, and his soft and introverted palm suddenly became as sharp as a sword, and his moves were complicated and fantastic.

As Jiang Wen waved his arms, there were palm shadows in all directions, and there was a quick-to-fast head-to-head confrontation with Yan Yongchun.

The prototype of Wing Chun boxing is Shenqiao sticking and hitting, spreading hands and dodging. The rhythm of a series of eliminations and strikes is extremely tight, but it is obvious that it still lacks a fatal stunt.

On the contrary, Jiang Wen's sky-filled sword palms are either five empty and one solid, or eight empty and one solid, just like a sudden gust of wind in the woods, all leaves falling together, vaguely murderous.

It was only after the dazzling palm shadows dispersed that Yan Yongchun realized that the opponent's palm was like a knife, and it was already lying in front of his throat.

Yan Yongchun's expression was awe-inspiring, and just about to wait for Jiang Wen's taunt, but found that the other party's expression changed suddenly, the sword palm next to his throat turned into a grab, and he moved around her neck, and the other hand quickly Block your own back...

A fist force is still strong through the sword palm, and there are ghostly shadows in the chaos of bamboo trees.

"Wending, what's wrong with you!"

Behind Yan Yongchun, it turned out to be Hong Wending who jumped down from the tree at some time, with murderous intent on his pale face.

(End of this chapter)