Chapter 140: Temporarily Drunken Beauty Beside the Brocade
Late at night, the palace lanes are crowded with houses, and the reflections of bamboos and cypresses are fluttering. The abandoned gardens and ponds in the courtyard not only reflect the moonlight, but also reflect scenes of swaying lamps and swaying shadows of trees.
In this deserted mansion, there seemed to be countless tree monsters and wood charms gathering here at night, and they were all perching and sleeping, trying to spend this silent night.
In an old building in the Qian Ming style, stands an equally ancient family temple. The door couplets can be seen peeling and cracking everywhere, and the neatly paved eaves and front stones are wide and thick, and they are not cracked. Obviously, it was once a flashy and luxurious building.
family status.
It's just that at this time, it's like the pine wood that has been burned out in the furnace, leaving only a few appearances that are barely the same as before.
The sound of chanting came slowly in the air.
The strong incense in the room has been replaced by a tasteless ancient incense. They can reluctantly convince themselves that this is the meaning of the pure Dharma. The chanting of sutras is hesitant and urgent, and they can also reluctantly believe that it is caused by piety and keeping one's mind.
But from beginning to end, they couldn't ignore the panic and helplessness surging in each other's eyes.
The Qing soldiers wandering outside the door had already noticed clues, but they had lost their way in the winding narrow alley. At this time, more people were sent into the alley to search, which seemed to indicate that they would not give up.
The experiences of several Wangmen surnames are vivid in my mind, but the backbone of the Hongyang Sect cannot be contacted. The wandering Xiang people are like being in a fog, and they can only wait for the faint message.
These are nothing.
There used to be many people who wanted to find them, but ended up getting lost in the branches of the road, but now there is something more terrifying, wandering between the bridges and corridors of the ancient house, sniffing their scent...
A series of rustling footsteps sounded outside the door, knocking rhythmically on the door. When Xiangzhong looked out the window, they saw a thin and tall strange figure approaching one foot.
The strange figure is carrying a mourning stick that goes straight to the eaves, wearing a weirdly tall pointed hat, and its long tongue is sticking out from the position of its face. It is dancing in the air in a smooth and twisted way, twisting into a weird and terrifying shadow.
"It... comes again..."
"This is the seventh time..."
Someone was speaking tremblingly, but was directly interrupted by the person next to him.
Another piece of scarlet tissue paper floated silently into the crack of the window, and fell to the ground with the cold wind without any penetration.
On it, painted with crooked brush strokes, was a little man with separated limbs and broken muscles and bones, but with an indescribable weird smile on his face.
"The ghosts are seduced by evil spirits, and the souls of the dead are attracted...Open the door quickly..."
"You've done enough bad things, it's time to hit the road...hehe..."
After two long and weird laughs, no one in the nunnery spoke anymore. They lowered their heads and stared at the ancient scrolls on the Buddha's body, waiting for the instructions and blessings from the gods and Buddhas in the sky.
Everyone looked desperate, because of something tacitly understood.
Tonight, the seductress wandered around the door for a long time. Every time they dared to open the door, they saw nothing but desolation outside the door, and an invisible sense of fear suddenly tightened their hearts.
So they locked the door tightly from the inside and vowed never to open it.
Since ancient times, ghosts and ghosts have only appeared in front of the dying people to prevent the dead from falling in love with the human world and turning into ghosts. Now that ghosts and gods are wandering outside the nunnery, doesn't it mean that everyone in the temple will die a violent death tonight?
They all thought of it.
The day of death was approaching, and both of them seemed to be able to see the thick black Yintang, while the Yin Chai outside the door must have been frightened by the innate clear light of the statues of gods and Buddhas, so he did not dare to show up directly!
There are Qing soldiers outside and ghosts inside. They can only wait - waiting for dawn to arrive, waiting for the evil spirits to disappear, and waiting for the ancient Buddha in front of them to hear their prayers and come to rescue these poor people who are in danger.
But at this moment, the clay sculpture in the shrine, which was covered by heavy curtains and had been neglected for a long time, suddenly started to shake and vibrate.
The clay sculpture seemed to have come to life, with something swaying here and there inside, constantly bumping against the edge of the wooden shrine, making loud noises.
The people in the nunnery started to commotion, and they no longer knew where to hide.
Even through the curtains of the shrine, the crowd clearly heard a crisp click.
As the mud tires exploded, two shadows dressed in dark clothes and pale faces appeared quietly outside the door, pressing their strange faces against the window lattice. Their low, hoarse and hoarse voices floated pervasively in the small and dull nunnery.
"No need to pretend to be pious, what do you have in mind..."
"Why pray in vain? How can we deceive people with our words..."
In the horrified eyes of everyone, after the clay sculpture in the wooden shrine suddenly shattered, a room full of smoke and dust suddenly filled the shrine, choking their noses and eyes, obscuring their vision.
Some people wanted to rush out of the nunnery, but were blocked by the heavy locks on the wooden door. They could only slap and cry in vain. Others tried to control the fear in their hearts and suppress their emotions, but they could only turn into distorted faces.
In the thick smoke, a joking and quiet voice sounded out of thin air, shaking up the dust in the room.
"Since you have seen me, why don't you worship me?"
The sound echoed, and dust swayed from the roof beams. It seemed as if a shadow flew up out of thin air, kicked over the incense burner, tore apart the curtains, and suddenly sat on a high place, overlooking the headless room. The incense is as cool as flies, as cool as the gods on high.
A large number of people in the hall knelt down in large numbers, rubbing shoulders one after another, begging the beings on the high platform not to make a sound.
All kinds of divine punishments in folk rumors make them have to worry that if they offend some narrow-minded gods, they will encounter various misfortunes in the future.
It must be that they have only worshiped the Blood Buddha recently and neglected the righteous gods in the nunnery, so they attracted the next generation of the real body and summoned the ghost messenger to cancel their lives!
"Why don't you tell me quickly what bad things you have done recently!"
The voice on the high platform had a strange tone and sounded again. Some people tried to look up, but the bricks in front of them suddenly shattered, as if they were smashed by an invisible giant pestle, leaving a deep fingerprint.
The incense residents in the nunnery kowtowed repeatedly and hurriedly explained: "Xianjun Mingjian, we are all good people in the streets and have never done anything harmful to others!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! A corner of the bluestone floor was suddenly shattered, and the divine figure on the high platform remained motionless. The sound of wooden shackles and iron chains colliding and clashing could be heard outside the heavily locked door. The strange figures had their heads raised to the eaves, drifting far and near, as if they could no longer wait to capture these lonely ghosts.
What's even more terrible is that if this continues, the Qing soldiers blocking the three lanes and seven alleys are likely to follow the sound and slaughter all the people here, turning it into a slaughterhouse and a mountain of corpses.
"Those who plot to seize, trap, harvest, cut and break all of them will return to the secluded world, and their souls will enter the ice prison of Spring Township, never to be released..."
The crowd looked at each other in disbelief, and finally selected an old man who kept pleading.
"Immortal Lord Mingjian, we have never done this before, and we really have no way to explain it. Moreover, Hongyang Holy Child has strictly prohibited it in this world. Even the beggar gangs in the city have been expelled one after another. How dare you kill kind-hearted women and children?"
Smoke and clouds curled up from the high platform, as if he was about to shout out a question, but the roof of the nunnery suddenly collapsed and cracked, tiles flew across, and the small temple was reduced to an empty roof and four walls. The cold moonlight dispersed, and the thick smoke and dust also followed the cold wind.
Dispersed and disappeared into the air.
Four crisp sounds sounded, and soft silk cloth flew out from the four corners of the air, hitting the vague shadow above the shrine, while trying to disperse the thick smoke and find the culprit.
"Those who pretend to be gods and ghosts will die soon!"
But among the smoke and dust that obscured our eyes, something was brighter.
It was a sword light that was colder and more invisible than moonlight!
A figure like a harrier flew up to the roof, and the moonlight illuminated Jiang Wen's face. He held an ancient bronze sword and raised his eyebrows, and his body exuded a cold sword intent that made everyone's eyebrows tingle when they saw him.
"It's the goddess Liuding who's here!"
There was a burst of exclamation in the crowd.
Four ghostly figures flew away in the wind. Their movements were so fast that Jiang Wen followed closely. He quickly jumped from the roof of the nunnery to the courtyard, then crossed the towering gable and broke into an abandoned pond.
On top of the waterside pavilion.
The bamboo shadows dance there and the water plants are luxuriant. It seems that no one has taken care of it for many years.
Four people in gauze clothes were already waiting above. Seeing that Jiang Wen's figure did not run away after his arrival, they immediately flew up, sometimes rising and falling like ghosts, sometimes maintaining the same pace, and suddenly coming in the opposite direction to attack.
As several people waved their sleeves, several gauze curtains were suddenly sent out and wrapped around the pavilion pillars, blocking Jiang Wen's progress layer by layer.
The gauze sword was difficult to damage, but it was cut silently by the bright ancient bronze sword. The reverse scale thorn originated from the Minyue Kingdom in Wuyi Mountain was even more fierce, and it was swayed without any concealment.
Jiang Wen laughed loudly: "I think you are just pretending to be a ghost, why don't you hand him over quickly!"
Jiang Wen was puzzled about Ningdie's kidnapping.
According to Xiao Shitou's limited description of clues, it seemed that the kidnapper had a unique smell that he could instantly identify, but he couldn't tell what it was.
Jiang Wen thought about it for a while, combined with the detail that Xiao Shitou misidentified the smell of Tian Qingwen's body, and suddenly realized the answer.
It smells like powder!
As the saying goes, women should look good to please themselves. Tian Qingwen's body carries a lingering smell of powder, while Ningdie has never had the habit of dressing up. Therefore, the person who kidnapped Ningdie must be someone with the same smell.
The most likely thing is that they are a group of women with high martial arts skills! The reason why Xiao Shitou can't describe it is because not only does no one in the Wuyi sect apply powder, but there are no female relatives in the house of shopkeeper Fang!
So tonight he led the Chang brothers to play tricks and finally forced out the missing goddess Liu Ding from the White Lotus Sect.
After hearing Jiang Wen's question, the expressions of the four Liuding goddesses darkened, and their hands became stronger. They saw four gauze-clad figures flying in the air, as bright and beautiful as gods, but with murderous intent in their brows.
The four of them took six feet in one step, taking six steps in parallel every time they moved. They were also six feet away from each other in the waterside pavilion. Their movements seemed to be going out of the sky and into the earth. The gauze curtains rolled to cover them up, and the shadows of palms flew in and out.
Every time Goddess Liu Ding was struck by a sword, she suddenly changed her moves, so that the sword could only cut off a corner of the gauze curtain, but could not remove it at all. Jiang Wen. Gradually, she fell deeper and deeper.
Under the siege of four people, although Jiang Wen was in an empty pavilion, he suddenly felt that he was trapped in a situation where no matter how hard he struggled, he was trapped in a closed door.
It was as if he was in the wilderness, illuminated by the bright moon in the sky, and he was so frightened that he had nowhere to hide. His exquisite martial arts moves all looked particularly pale and powerless in the face of the "general trend" that was gradually closing in and strangling him.
Different from the Liuhe divine generals Jiang Wen had encountered before, although these four men also vaguely occupied certain positions, they carried a more fierce killing aura and constantly suppressed their sword power, so that Jiang Wen could only use secret
The airtight sword net twists through the gauze curtain, and then the spy machine repels the hidden palm shadow.
"This seems to be... the jade girl is repressed?!"
Jiang Wen suddenly remembered that the Taoist temple's collection of books contained the Ming Dynasty's "Dun Jia Romance". The book once described, "Yin and Yang escape, there is a blockage in all directions and there is no way out, that is, the jade girl reverses the blockade and gets out. This time, through the door,
If you are in a hurry, follow God’s orders.”
At first, the God General Liujia learned the Qimen Dunjia, so the Liuding Goddess is nothing more than the same - the Jade Girl Anti-closing Technique is itself one of the Six Ding Liujia Qimen Dunjia.
The book says, "Anyone who goes into battle to cover up arrests, travels far away, or sees a noble official going to his post, will leave the heavenly gate and enter the local house, ride on a jade girl, and no one will be seen when he leaves." The original intention is to avoid danger and gain good fortune when traveling in battle formations.
, the way to gain vitality.
However, when these people entered the martial arts formation, they did the opposite. They used magic to determine the scenery, rest, and open the Sanji Gate in order to monopolize the energy and push the opponent into injury, shock, and death.
Among the three evil gates.
"Very interesting."
Jiang Wen wandered among the dangers, completely ignoring the increasingly tight encirclement, and displayed a dazzling movement technique. Within a few breaths, several phantoms seemed to appear and drag behind him, "But I see
This martial arts formation originally required six people to perform it, why did only four people come today?"
The four women's pink faces were covered with frost, and their gauze curtains were pulled by invisible forces to fly sideways. They blocked their line of sight when they broke through the moves, not caring about Jiang Wen's sword shadow to strangle them.
"To deal with you, four people are enough!"
The four girls waved their hands at the same time, the gauze curtain fell, and they could only hear the sound of silk threads bursting in the air, floating almost like a harp playing lightly in a high pavilion, and as misty as the sound of brocade and sequins in the city. I vaguely imagined that the clouds were lying tiredly, and the river pavilion stood silently.
Someone is sitting with his hand in his hand, watching the wind and rain all over the city, slowly falling and killing...
There is murderous intent!
Jiang Wen saw a flicker of light and hurriedly flew up, but before he could protect the ancient bronze sword in his hand, he felt a chill on his face, followed by a slight numbness and tingling pain.
When he subconsciously touched his face, he discovered that there was an invisible wound, and blood was oozing out, rolling down his face to the ground.
The gauze curtain fluttered to the ground, shrouding the waterside pavilion, but as the goddess Liu Ding exerted her power, it was cut into rags by countless criss-crossing tiny silk threads.
Those tough and transparent celestial silk threads have been intertwined and connected together. As the onion fingers play, they buzz and amplify more and more as they reach the end of the thread, turning into a celestial silk network that is stronger than a bone-picking blade.
Wrap Jiang Wen in it.
Every time the ancient bronze sword in Jiang Wen's hand cuts through a piece, the broken threads are thrown out like steel whips, killing them quickly. The remaining threads can be tangled together again to form a new formation, tightly
Lock down the opponent.
The clanging sound rose up, and the eight jade hands no longer concealed themselves. They took advantage of the momentary opportunity to suddenly flick the wire mesh. The tough steel wires suddenly tightened, quickly suppressing Jiang Wen's space for movement.
At this time, the people caught in the net are like flying insects falling into the net. No matter how sharp the sword is, or how ethereal the body is, there will always be a way to go.
When both the way forward and the way forward are cut off, oneself becomes a tiny drop in the vast sea. He never sees the ancients before or the coming ones, so he has no choice but to fall into the invisible giant palm.
The situation became more and more critical. The silk thread was cutting Jiang Wen's robe, as if it would touch the skin if it moved an inch further, but his movements suddenly became more agile.
It was a series of dizzying steps.
Jiang Wen suddenly spun around in circles, dragging tiny and complicated steps forward and back, wandering unpredictably, as if he was circling the same spot, but also seemed to be just a trapped animal fighting in despair.
The four goddesses of Six Ding paid no attention to it and continued to shrink the Celestial Silkworm Silk Net. Despite the great obstacles, they mobilized their internal energy and poured it into the Celestial Silkworm Silk Net. They tightened as the silk mesh danced, trying to strangle the enemy in one fell swoop.
But Jiang Wen's movements were still going on. He was still moving in a certain order and in a certain direction.
From the first step to the last step, he just walked in a large and exquisite circle, just in time to avoid the killing move and crash into the undetectable door.
At this time, the circle he walked out of was getting bigger and bigger, and he cut off the silk threads one after another with his sword, moving around in one go without any worries.
"Although Qi Men Dun Jia is exquisite, it is also based on the Eight Diagrams of the Book of Changes. You know it but don't know why. How can you stop me?"
Jiang Wen smiled slightly and urged his footwork once again. His movements were almost at their peak, so much so that Goddess Liu Ding couldn't catch her. He could only feel a whirlwind rising from the ground in the center of the water pavilion, with sword shadows and palm winds flying continuously.
Goddess Liu Ding was shocked. She glanced at each other and realized something was wrong. The internal energy in her body was like a mud cow drowning in the sea, but she couldn't stop it. She immediately bit the tip of her tongue and used her last internal energy to get out, breaking the complicated silk threads in one fell swoop.
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The spring rain is like silk that can soak the earth, but the silk from the sky turns into rain. At this moment, it blows down from all directions, filling the sky with beautiful light, but it causes indescribable disasters.
In a shocking moment, countless undetectable threads turned into deadly hidden weapons, as thin as cow hair, and shot towards Jiang Wen's vital parts.
The evil door suddenly appears, the road to hell is open, and the most dangerous killing move of the Tiansi Silk Formation has been launched!
A cold light flashed in Jiang Wen's eyes, as if he was unaware of the overwhelming rain of silkworm silk coming from the sky. The ancient bronze sword in his hand let out a dragon roar, and what came out was an attack move. Shockingly, he only attacked but not defended!
Countless subtle and subtle sword moves were swung out at will, making progress and never retreating. Every move was an attack, and his posture became more and more arbitrary.
Jiang Wen seemed to have forgotten all the countless changes in swordsmanship in the world. When the enemy was facing him, he was not constrained by the original swordsmanship at all, and only killed in one direction, cutting into pieces the rain of silkworm silk that filled the sky.
At this time, Goddess Liu Ding was vomiting blood due to internal energy disorder. One person suddenly broke away and fell to the ground. She slapped a protrusion of the waterside pavilion pillar with her bare hands and pressed the hidden mechanism. Then with a rumbling sound,
shouted.
"It's hard to find the missing Virgin Mary. Quickly take the Saint away first. We will hold off the murderer!"
A well cellar was suddenly revealed under the waterside pavilion. Two figures in white with similar curves staggered out. One was weak and the other seemed to have a brand new wound on his leg. The white gauze was stained with blood, but he ignored it.
He was holding something in his arms and wanted to escape.
Jiang Wen chopped up the sweeping gauze again, and jumped up with a strange look on his face. The ancient bronze sword came out of his hand and was firmly nailed to the opponent's path, speaking to stop him.
"What do you call my apprentice? Did I hear it wrong?"
One of the women in white hurriedly turned her arms behind her and asked sternly: "How can the saint of our religion allow you to spy on me? What are you planning, a thief!"
Jiang Wenzai looked at them carefully and had no interest in bullying these weak women lying on the ground vomiting blood. He was already very sure that the sleeping child opposite was his little apprentice.
"You, the White Lotus Sect, are really interesting. You go to someone else's house and snatch a child and then say it is your saint. This method of kidnapping and trafficking children is not very clever."
Jiang Wen looked at the wound on the leg of the woman in white and said, "Don't try to deny it. The wound on your leg was bitten by my eldest disciple. Otherwise, why don't you tell me where the child's teeth marks came from?"
"This girl possesses the Holy Fire Technique of our sect and has cultivated to the level where the six suns converge. She must be the Holy Maiden who has been captured by you! Don't talk nonsense!"
Jiang Wen frowned and suddenly remembered the last time he sneaked into the nunnery and heard the Holy Mother of the Red Lotus talking about the Holy Mother of the White Lotus who was burned by the scorching sun, and suddenly understood something.
Could it be that the other party sneaked into Fuwei Escort Agency, met Fu Ningdie who was practicing kung fu, and had some misunderstandings?
"Well, when you talk about the six yangs converging on the top, does it mean some kind of inner strength that is extremely yang and strong?"
He walked among a few people and mobilized the internal energy that was flowing endlessly in his body's meridians.
"Is it this way?"
Jiang Wen clenched his fists and shouted softly, and the surging internal energy surged from the large holes in his body and turned into a raging heat wave hitting his face.
With Jiang Wen's body as the center, the six Liuding goddesses were all on guard. Suddenly, they felt a stream of heat burst out, like rolling waves, which instantly melted away the coldness of the midwinter night. It lasted for nine months like this.
This time, even outside the waterside pavilion, there was a huge amount of water vapor surging, and then it finally stopped.
"As a master, I also know this martial arts. I am also the saint of the Nine Suns in your White Lotus Sect, right?"
The different expressions of the six Ding goddesses were frozen on their faces. The woman in white with an injury on her leg was even more confused. She accidentally dropped the child in her arms to the ground. Fortunately, Jiang Wen caught it with quick eyes and hands.
"Tell me quickly, what happened to your White Lotus Sect?"
Jiang Wen adopted a negotiation attitude and sensed a hint of conspiracy. It was true that the Six Ding Goddess of the White Lotus Sect kidnapped Ningdie tonight, but why they came to the Fuwei Escort Agency still seemed to be unclear.
things.
You can trust anyone in the world, but you can never trust coincidence, so this is what he cares about most.