Alternative Jianghu Adventures

"Xia Yun, you...at least eat a little bit." Xiao Feizi brought a bowl of millet porridge, looked at the silent person lying on the bed, with a worried expression on his face.

"Still not eating?" Shen Cong walked in, stared at Xiao Feizi, and said lightly, "As always, open your mouth and feed me."

Shen Gongze is Master Xia Yun's real name, and he was entrusted by Xia Yunxiu's master Xia Cunxiu to take care of his only disciple when he was dying. But when he found Xia Yun, he found that the matter had reached the point of no return.

Shen Feiwei didn't have a big name in the first place, but when Shen Gongze arrived, he saw this kid standing in front of Xia Yun and crying, and he even had some basic skills in Shen Yuan Pavilion, and his aptitude was barely passable, so he felt compassion for a moment. By the way, he was taken in and given his first name according to his own surname.

Xiao Feizi sighed, and carefully took a mouthful of millet porridge with a wooden spoon and put it into Xia Yun's mouth—fortunately, Xia Yun neither voluntarily ate nor hunger strike, and the finely divided millet porridge was cooked extremely It is sticky and can slide down the throat and into the stomach even without chewing.

Seeing Xia Yun's half-dead look, Shen Gongze snorted coldly.

——It has been like this since Xia Yun woke up from a coma last time, and it has been going on for a month now.Even though the injuries on his body have healed in sevens and eighties, the tendons in his hands and hamstrings cannot be healed.

The wrist can barely hold the weight of a cup of tea, and it will fall to the ground within two steps.

This is tantamount to becoming a cripple. Even ordinary people can't stand the huge gap from being healthy to being crippled, let alone a martial arts practitioner who relies on his fists and kicks to go all over the world?

"If you think you can avenge your revenge with this appearance, you can just lie down." Shen Gongze stared at Xia Yun coldly, "If you just want to be a waste that eats and waits to die, I can still keep you without food and clothing for the rest of your life." worry."

"It's just...are you willing?"

A gleam of light flashed in Xia Yun's eyes, but soon fell silent again, mocking himself,

"I'm already like this, what do you think I can do?"

"It's not what I think you can do, it's you—what you think you can do"

While talking, Shen Gongze took out a booklet with red paper and blue background from his arms and threw it in front of Xia Yun.

"What is this?" Xia Yun took a deep breath, reluctantly picked up the booklet, and flipped through two pages at random, all of which were densely packed with words like "ghost painting symbols".

"Your master asked me to bring this to you." Shen Gongze's voice was a little cold, which made Xia Yun, who was used to Xia Cunxiu's gentle teachings, quite uncomfortable. you."

"What are you doing to me... I don't know how to read!" Xia Yun said this with a bit of cynicism.

Shen Gongze didn't seem to hear Xia Yun's resentment, and then sent Xiao Feizi to fetch a large pile of ledgers, saying sarcastically, "You should also know that you are under the Shen Yuan Pavilion, since you are the only one under the senior brother's seat, Disciples, logically speaking, should naturally take on a responsibility.

If you are willing to be a waste, I will not stop you.

But I can give you a choice, a choice that can achieve your goal without fighting. "

Shen Gongze left after speaking.

Young people are young and energetic, and they always feel that everything in the world must be done by themselves, and things must be accomplished.I have to take the lead in everything, and feel that hiding behind the scenes is a coward, a waste, and a last resort.When encountering a little setback, he abandons himself and is cynical.

It's just that I often forget that being brave without plan is a reckless move.It is easier to strategize than to fight immediately.The sky is vast and the land is vast, and there will never be a road to extinction. There may be a village in the future.

It's a pity that many people are either trapped by the demons they encountered when they first encountered setbacks, and they can't get out after going around; or they suffer from the poverty of fate and can't find a chance to change until they die. In the predicament, never recovered.

In this troubled world, there will never be a shortage of scholars with unrecognized talents; there will never be a shortage of military generals with physical disabilities;

Compared with those who have no choice, Xia Yun is extremely lucky—at least she still has the resources and possibility of another choice. All she needs to do is to get out of her own demons, and then hold Live on the straw that is handed to you.

No matter whether she can climb out or not, at least she still has straw.

Shen Gongze's words were like a spark that fell into Xia Yun's withered heart.

She just lay on the bed blankly for three days.

Fourth day.

When Xiao Feizi brought her meals as usual, he was surprised to find that Xia Yun had sat up on the bed by himself, and the familiar smile returned to the corner of his mouth—even though there was still a layer of frost under his eyes.

"Hey, don't rush to deliver the food!" Xia Yun wanted to slap Xiao Feizi's shoulder hard like before, but because his wrist couldn't use his strength, he only dropped a weight as light as a feather.

The smile on Xia Yun's face paused, and then he slowly supported the curvature of his face, without blinking his eyes, and his tone still sounded optimistic:

"Help me... find a copy of "Thousand Characters" and read it!"

After half a month.

Xia Yun began to accept such trivial matters as Shen Yuan Pavilion, and formally walked into the center of power where assassins gathered among the people of the rivers and lakes.

***

"You know how to read?"

Qiao Anyue's words were like a thunderclap on the ground, making Xia Yun's hair stand on end. The first reaction was "bad", but she reacted quickly, and asked quickly, "How do you know I can't read?"

Now it's not just about Xia Yun's embarrassment, Qiao Anyue also fell into a brief silence.

How did she know that Xia Yun could not read?Isn't it because "Sixteen" has a deep impression on Xia Yun's illiterate!

"...I just think it's unlikely."

Qiao Anyue's disguise for so many years was not in vain. She only paused for a moment, and her mind went back and forth, and she immediately locked on the answer that was least likely to arouse suspicion.

She looked surprised, with the unique surprise of the eldest lady, "Only the little maid in our family would ask to know a few words, you..."

A trace of appropriate disdain flashed in her eyes, "I don't believe it!"

Xia Yun rolled his eyes, and gave a long "cut", "I'm so talented, I've never eaten pork and I've never seen a pig run away! The old master who teaches in the private school lives next door to me!"

After she finished speaking, she didn't want to get entangled in this matter, and refocused on the "Fan Family Village Chronicle".

——With her previous experience, she was not frightened by the fierce killing intent from above this time.

At the moment when the eyes were focused on it again, the internal force in the body that had been stagnant for many years and did not know it started to work automatically again.

Her meridians were all severed 12 years ago. Later, her uncle Shen Gongze entered Baicao Hall three times and finally got a secret recipe. It took another three years to find all the medicinal materials and reshape her meridians.

But at that time, when the civil strife broke out in Shenyuan Pavilion, Xia Yun naturally couldn't stay out of it. In the rivers and lakes, it took root in the name of "Ten Mile Sword".

However, because of this battle, Xia Yun's inner strength that he had cultivated since he was a child no longer listened to her driving, like a pool of stagnant water sank in the meridians like this, dead silent.Not only that, even if Xia Yun practices the kung fu of the same origin again, the newly added internal force will be "death as soon as life is born".

Therefore, Xia Yun could only take a slanted edge, and risked the risk of breaking his meridians again to practice another set of inner skills and mental methods from the beginning-martial arts, if it was a skill move, it could still be passed down from generation to generation, but it involved When it comes to inner strength and mental methods, no one will teach them easily.

After all, this is something that involves the core of the original source. Once one kind of internal strength is identified, it is a way to go to the end-this is also the most important symbol to distinguish the various schools-although Shen Yuange's martial arts are quite complicated, there is more than one kind of internal strength. , but as far as individuals are concerned, unless they use up all their martial arts and practice from scratch, if they combine the two kinds of martial arts rashly, there will be a situation in which water and fire are incompatible, and they will either die or be abolished.

Fortunately, the internal energy Xia Yun had cultivated before seemed to be really "dead", even if she "finds another new love", she sank in her dantian and remained motionless.

And Xia Yun's martial arts foundation is definitely not Xia Cunxiu's casual words, coupled with the depression of "not being able to lift his hands and resisting" for three years, although Xia Yun didn't say it on the face, he was holding a breath in his heart.

In just a few years, apart from keeping the Shenyuan Pavilion intelligence department that was officially taken over in an orderly manner, she spared five hours a day to start from scratch—and even changed to practice the left-handed sword beyond everyone's expectations.

... Although Xia Yun usually has a playful smile on his face, but when he is really ruthless, he can even take his life.

It only took half a month to recognize all the words before, and this time I started from the beginning, even if I realized that Yue'er had no bones left and sealed [-]% of my retrained internal strength... It all reflects this point .

Including now, even though the killing intent still stimulated Xia Yun's eyeballs from time to time, she still endured the discomfort in her body and continued watching on her own:

"I was lonely when I was young. I was born in the wilderness and traveled to the eight rivers. Since I was a child, I heard the scenery of the sea and the sky, which is not comparable to the mountains and rivers. However, when I was young, I was full of enthusiasm. I called myself a knight-errant, killing mountain bandits and evil thieves. Gradually, people came to ask for help. , So disturbed by common things, I tried to leave several times, but I couldn't return.

Later, I met a woman who fled from the East China Sea and passed by here.By chance, they followed each other halfway, and the two lived happily ever after.Then a good relationship was formed, and the wife was pregnant, and it was inconvenient to travel. When she was traveling here, she settled down. The vagrants came here admiringly, living next to each other, and gradually became a village.After the child was born, his wife fell ill and became more and more entangled in the world of mortals. He had never been to the sea in his life.

Listening to my wife often thinking about her hometown, thinking about it day and night, there is a sound of waves between fists and kicks.I haven't seen it for the rest of my life, and all I get is what others say, and it becomes a "heart sea".The villagers have been influenced by their ears and eyes, and they have learned a few things, but they are not systematic, and children with congenital deficiencies are overwhelmed.

I couldn't bear the time when the "sea of ​​heart" could not see the light of day, so I wrote a book with a knife and ink, waiting for those who are destined to criticize it. "

It seems to be the preface of the writer.

Xia Yun rubbed his fingers over the inscription, and the words "Fan Hai Ju Shi Liu" on it were vigorous and powerful, and even after a hundred years, one could feel the righteousness of the owner.

"Fanhai Layman..." Xia Yun said the name playfully, and suddenly smiled.

I'm afraid this Fanjia Village is also a rumor from later generations?

Maybe this person is surnamed Fan, but it is more likely that this person left a legend here, which was then passed on from generation to generation. Maybe I don’t remember this person’s name, but the sound of "Fan" still remained after a hundred years. A little bit of shadow.

The vicissitudes of life, the white horse for a moment, can not help but feel a little embarrassed.

Continuing to look at the text below, it is ordinary official words such as "the beauty of my land, the mountains and rivers, and the number of registered permanent residences...", which seem to be no different from ordinary local chronicles.

Xia Yun was wondering what was going on, when he suddenly saw lines of "comments" engraved in small seal characters behind the scroll!

The small seal character is swaying here and there, but it vaguely calls itself a system. At first glance, you can vaguely recognize the shape of the waves!

Vaguely, it seems to be able to take people's minds to the non-existent "sea of ​​heart", just feel like a duckweed, floating between the ethereal heaven and earth with the ebb and flow of the tide-it's really captivating!

Xia Yun stared at it for less than half a stick of incense, and felt pain in his eyes, so he quickly looked away.

"How can you read a word like this?" Qiao Anyue wondered.

"Are you okay?" Xia Yun was also stunned—ordinary people don't take it for granted, but Qiao Anyue also practices martial arts, even if she only knows a little bit of boxing, it's still a good introduction...

Is it possible that this "heart sea" still recognizes people?

For no reason, Xia Yun had this idea in his mind, but he guessed it most of the time.

Qiao Anyue started her career as a doctor, and her aptitude for practicing martial arts is actually mediocre, and Xia Yun, not to mention her talent, has been exposed to the one-and-a-half-star style derived from "Xinhai" with Xia Cunxiu since she was a child. over there.

To put it bluntly, Xia Cunxiu didn't read the preface all at once, and Xia Yun, as his apprentice, visited "Fanhai Layman" again this time... he can also be regarded as half a "disciple".

It seems that there is God's will in the dark.

"Uncle Fan," Xia Yun suddenly raised his head, "Can you lend me this book?"

"That's impossible!" Fan Er shook his head repeatedly, "The legacy left by the ancestors is written in the book, so it can't be used, it can't be used.

Back then that man wanted to take it away too, but my father wouldn't let him take it away! "

That can't be helped.

Xia Yun took a deep breath, and turned around to discuss with Qiao Anyue, "How about we stay for another seven days? Seven days, I'll leave after reading it!"

Perhaps Xia Yun's eyes were too serious, and Qiao Anyue couldn't put on the air of a young lady to be sarcastic, so she just snorted coldly, "It's up to you! Anyway, the dart money is gone now, and the escort team has also separated. There are not many days, and one less day is not less, you can call the monkey king!"

Xia Yun smiled brightly, thanked Qiao Anyue, and suddenly stared at Qiao Anyue in a daze. There was a stabbing pain in his mind, his pupils shrank slightly, and he blurted out——

"Xia Yun?" There was a hint of hesitation in the tone, three parts timid, five parts happy, and finally turned into panic.

"Huh?" Xia Yun's attention was still on the local chronicles, but she didn't notice the change in Qiao Anyue's tone, only when she called her name.

"No, it's nothing." Qiao Anyue shook her head quickly and interrupted.

...Just now...the body is out of control again.

Is it that little girl in your head again?

"Who the hell are you?" Qiao Anyue avoided Xia Yun, using an excuse to go back to the house to put the package, and asked silently, covering her beating heart.

A flash of firmness flashed across her face, and the corners of her eyes twitched, "Yue'er."

Not a rhetorical question, not a question, but a positive and straightforward tone, Qiao Anyue answered to herself.

In the eyes of others, this appearance must be ridiculous.

"I am you, you just...don't remember me." She said softly, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

"you are me?"

Qiao Anyue's heart skipped a beat, she turned her head suddenly, and looked at Xia Yun who had just entered the door, her expression returned to normal in an instant.

"what happened?"

"No, nothing." She denied it softly, as if she wanted to deny the existence of someone.

Deny your own existence.

The author has something to say: I was just about to say it, but I didn’t think about it today, but I turned around and chatted with my roommate, and I was surprised to find that we wanted to eat cold noodles when it was time for the exam... (It’s hopeless)

Ah, why is there such deliciousness as grilled cold noodles in the world...[Vicissitudes]