[Comprehensive Martial Arts] Treasures of Lianhua

Li Xun Huan drank a few more glasses of wine, the two of them were silent for about half a cup of tea, then suddenly looked up at each other at the same time and asked, "You..."

Seeing Li Xun Huan smiling at him, Ah Fei was stunned for a moment, suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart, a little subtle, different but similar to the feeling he had towards Lin Xian'er, he couldn't figure it out for a while, he just felt a little hot on his face, Then he looked away, looked down at the drink in his glass, shut his mouth and waited for Li Xun Huan to speak first.

Li Xunhuan saw that A Fei's gaze was staggered, he couldn't help coughing a few times, his blushing face flushed, his expression gradually became serious, there was an iron plaque in his sleeve, it was Bai Xiaosheng dying in Shaolin Temple The iron card that was tightly held in the hand before.

The iron plate is dark, probably because it is too old and has been worn darkly and a little shiny, but if you look closely, you will feel that there is a faint wave of smoke flowing, and if you look carefully, you will feel this small piece. On the iron plate, it seems to contain the dark sky, the opening and closing of clouds and air, which are changing and unpredictable.

Although Li Xunhuan didn't know this thing, he knew that it was definitely not made of ordinary iron. Bai Xiaosheng was familiar with all kinds of things in the world. Although the purpose of compiling the weapon manual was to provoke martial arts figures to kill each other for ranking, he was arrested by Li Xunhuan in Shaolin Temple. Killing, but he is well-informed and familiar with ancient and modern times, but his reputation is not in vain.

I don’t know when the old storyteller had finished telling the story and started to smoke. The girl next to him with two long braids was his granddaughter. Her big eyes were very captivating, and she kept going to them intentionally or unintentionally. Li Xunhuan and A Fei look at this side.

But seeing the expressions of these two people, it seems that they are not interested in the content of the story at all. Although they are here, their minds have already wandered away. When he was by his side, he happened to see the iron plate that Li Xun Huan was secretly observing in his cuff, and his expression changed drastically.

His hands, which were holding the cigarette rod very firmly, trembled because of too much force, and the cigarette with sparks in the cigarette pot fell down because of the trembling. The hem was burned.

Just as Li Xun Huan raised his head, the old storyteller's right hand quickly grabbed Li Xun Huan's wrist, but A Fei's sword was already on the old man's neck. The little girl next to him didn't expect this change and exclaimed.

A Fei's sword is very fast, and the flying swordsman's sword has been famous all over the world these days, but the old storyteller didn't care. His eyes were fixed on the iron plate in Li Xun Huan's hand, his expression was extremely surprised.

Li Xun Huan was amazed at the speed of the white-haired old man's attack. Only then did he realize that the old man was definitely not an ordinary storyteller. He stood up and moved slightly, sideways to block A Fei a little behind him, and asked with a smile: "Old man Can you recognize this thing, sir?"

The white-haired old man seemed to be incapable of hearing anyone's words, so he murmured to himself: "Tian Yunling reappeared in the Jianghu, could it be, could it be..."

"Tianyunling?" Li Xunhuan felt as if he had heard this name somewhere before, but he couldn't remember it vaguely.

"Xiaohong, let's go." Li Xunhuan wanted to ask something, but the white-haired old man didn't want to say anything more at the moment, he raised the cigarette stick in his hand and gently pushed A Fei's sword away, pulling up the big-eyed braid next to him The girl left the tavern with a solemn expression.

The little girl was taken away by her grandfather, she looked back at Li Xun Huan, her eyes flickered, she seemed to have something to say, then she looked at A Fei next to him, she didn't say anything, and followed the old storyteller out of the tavern.

After the two left, the sword in Ah Fei's hand was sheathed. His sword was always stable, but just now it was pushed away by the old man's tobacco rod. Although his expression was indifferent, he was holding the scabbard. His hands were clenched tightly.

Ah Fei's injury is actually not healed yet. A few days ago when he went to Shaolin Temple, he suffered a serious internal injury. He walked with Li Xunhuan all the way but waited for him to recover automatically. He is like a proud lone wolf, even if he is injured, he will never I will never bow my head, never show weakness, let alone need sympathy or explanation.

Li Xun Huan had put away the iron plate at some point, as if the storyteller's little episode just now hadn't happened, he looked at A Fei, and had already captured the young man's actions and thoughts in his mind.

Li Xun Huan raised his wine glass and drank another glass, his eyes were full of smiles.

Just now A Fei would subconsciously draw his sword to protect him, but he didn't expect it.

Thinking of this, Li Xun Huan suddenly coughed a few times, as if he couldn't breathe, his face turned red, after coughing, his voice suddenly sounded a bit willful and wronged: "A Fei, I suddenly feel that I My cough is getting serious again, and I can't even finish a jar of wine properly. It just so happens that this place is not far from the Plum Blossom Cottage, why don't you ask Mr. Mei Da for a glass of wine, maybe it can cure my problem by the way, Let me have a drink and have a good time."

In the severe cold weather these few days, there have been several shocks every day, life and death, A Fei didn't think much about it, he only thought that Li Xun Huan was really sick, so he put all his thoughts on his illness, and forgot about the episode of the old storyteller just now up.

He put a cloak on Li Xun Huan, nodded, and followed him to the Plum Blossom Cottage.

There is a trail at the foot of the mountain, with only a few footprints from the heavy snow that just fell, Li Xunhuan was walking in front, A Fei was following behind him, Li Xun Huan deliberately slowed down, A Fei followed him and walked side by side.

In the past, A Fei didn't like snow, because the severe cold and hot weather were a test for his survival. In the past, Li Xunhuan didn't like to walk, because he felt that he didn't know how to enjoy himself if he had to walk on two legs without a carriage. But now their minds have changed.

The two of them suddenly fell in love with walking in the snow together. The snow under their feet creaked and creaked, leaving two strings of footprints extending all the way to the bridge. Although it was cold in the sky, their hearts were warm.

Li Xunhuan stopped by the small bridge, and the Plum Blossom Cottage was on the other side of the small bridge, amidst the sea of ​​snow, thousands of plum blossoms, red and white, like a picture.

Looking at the plum blossoms, Li Xunhuan recalled what happened several months ago, Lin Shiyin, Long Xiaoyun, and all kinds of past events. For a moment, he fell into the memory and couldn't extricate himself. He bent down and coughed uncontrollably .

It was here that he injured Long Xiaoyun by mistake and ruined all his martial arts.

Ah Fei's eyes suddenly became as sharp as the light of a knife.

There were several noisy human voices barking in the distant plum grove. He looked down at Li Xun Huan who was bending over coughing, and suddenly felt his heart contracting. He felt something stuck in his throat, unable to say anything. Come on.

After a long, long time, Li Xun Huan straightened up, his face was as red as a plum blossom in snow from coughing, but he was still smiling, with bitterness in his smile.

A Fei suddenly clenched Li Xunhuan's hand, and pulled him quickly up the small bridge. He was not as gentle as when Tie Chuanjia took care of Li Xunhuan, he was almost domineering and pulled him into the Merlin, his hands became swollen from the force. Bai, unexpectedly made Li Xun Huan unable to break free for a while.

There are three or five stone houses hidden in the depths of the plum grove, and that is Mr. Mei Da's Plum Blossom Thatched Cottage.

The old man with a high crown is sitting in the stone pavilion in front of the thatched cottage, holding a painting, looking back and forth carefully.

As soon as A Fei dragged Li Xun Huan into the Meilin path, the boy named Qi He came to greet him. Qi He recognized Li Xun Huan, and seeing A Fei's attire, he knew that he was a flying swordsman who had become famous recently.

Unexpectedly, when Mr. Meida heard the announcement from the little boy, his face turned pale with fright. He quickly lifted up his skirt, put away the painting, and ran into the thatched cottage, shouting, "See you, see you, last time this man came and almost hit me!" This thatched cottage, seeing you again this time will definitely not be a good thing."

This time it was Li Xun Huan who spoke first: "Mr. Mei Da, go slowly, what is the 'Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival' in your hand?"

Li Xun Huan originally wouldn't try to persuade him to stay, but this time he opened his mouth. Perhaps he has changed since he told A Fei that he wanted to cure his cough.Hearing what he said, Mr. Mei Da turned around and came back. He pulled Li Xun Huan to sit down, and carefully unfolded the painting in his hand on the stone table.

"Li Tanhua is well-informed, and he is proficient in all aspects of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Come and see what is the mystery of this imitation 'Surfing the River During the Qingming Festival'." He scratched his head and scratched his head, feeling a little irritable, "I Mei Da has lived in this Plum Blossom Cottage for nearly 30 years, and claims to be able to distinguish the authenticity of any painting in the world, and can formulate the most powerful poison, medicine and antidote, and there are few people in the world who are my opponents in this regard."

At the beginning, the poison and medicine of "Han Ji San" prepared by Mr. Mei Er almost killed Li Xun Huan, but it was Mr. Mei Da's wine that cured his poison. Li Xun Huan never doubted the two aspects of poison production and detoxification. their abilities.

I also heard Mr. Mei Da say: "A few days ago, two people moved in next door to Meilin, and built a kind of peach blossom garden, which is very vulgar! These two people seem to be young and talented, but they are sincerely trying to make things difficult for an old man like me. Under the signboard of a miracle doctor, he claims to be able to cure all diseases, detoxify all kinds of poisons, rejuvenate his hands, and bring the dead back to life. He opens the door every day to see a doctor. When he is in a good mood, he asks for a consultation fee. When he is in a bad mood, he does not take any money. He is mysterious all day long. Secret."

"But I don't know why the older girls and younger daughters-in-law who have been treated by him in the past few days are all scrambling to go back to visit, but in a few days, the reputation is about to spread throughout the entire Taiyuan City, and they have robbed me of the business of the Plum Blossom Cottage. That day, the second child pretended to have a stomachache and went to see a doctor. When he came back, he brought me a copy of the "Surfing the River During the Qingming Festival" and said that the boy surnamed Wang wanted to test whether I, an old man, could see through this. There is a mystery in the painting."

Mr. Mei Da blushed a little. It was obvious that he hadn't found anything wrong with this painting after two days of research. Li Xun Huan just took a look and admired the artist who copied it. It was so lifelike that it was hard to distinguish the real from the fake, if it wasn't for the paper being too fine and the ink color too new, even he would not be able to tell the difference.

Li Xunhuan was just about to ask the name of that miracle doctor, but A Fei, who had been standing by his side without saying a word, quickly untied the wine bag from Li Xunhuan's waist, raised his head and took a big gulp, and then sprayed all of it on the "Qingming Shanghe" In the picture', the wine made the new ink paper dizzy.

Mr. Mei Da exclaimed, but Li Xunhuan stared at the wine bag in A Fei's hand for a moment, then turned his head to see A Fei's knife-like gaze fixed on the fainted painting, it was like a miracle, the painting The medium-colored figures gradually fade away, and two bright red peonies in full bloom emerge in front of me, which are so delicate and beautiful that they are too beautiful to behold.

Peony petals piled on top of each other, but two ink-colored characters appeared deep inside the innermost petals.

If you look carefully, it is written in Xiaozhuan, with a word for 'Fly' and a word for 'Huan'.