As the famous scene engraved into DNA gradually dispelled the nightmare, Jiang Wen slowly sat up with a strange expression on his face.
It's a bit sentimental and a bit embarrassing.
It is true that Jiang Wen is absurd, and it is also true that the heart is like an ancient well. The days of swords and swords in Jin Yong's Jianghu seem like a world away. The years of depression and seclusion in the Ming and Qing Dynasties are also like a thousand years of dreams. Now the only things that are precipitated in my mind are the thoughts of modern times.
The familiar memory of the world has become the last comfort when homesickness comes.
"But to be honest, it wouldn't be a pity to forget this kind of thing..."
Jiang Wen thought about it 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 dull and the dust choked her nose. Ningdie fell into the room and knocked over countless debris. There was also an obvious scar on her cheek caused by landing on the ground.
He stretched out his hand to feel his pulse and found that it was steady and smooth. Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he felt an abnormal sign of weakening after coming like a wave.
"The Hong Pulse represents the burning internal evil that hurts the Yin. Ningdie fell down while walking and fell unconscious...could it be hyperthyroidism in children?"
Jiang Wen, who made an outrageous judgment, noticed something fishy. After thinking for a moment, he turned to look at the door.
As expected in the dark room, I saw a broken piece of silk thread.
In the dim light, a thin, transparent and tough silk thread was tied horizontally two inches above the threshold, just blocking the height of your feet. Coupled with the height of your sight and the serious influence of late night light, it was extremely difficult to detect.
"snort……"
Jiang Wen snorted coldly and realized the problem.
There are indeed strange things in this wing of Zhizhi'an, such as people hearing strange noises and seeing visions on the top of the mountain. This kind of vague, weird and bizarre situation is very consistent with Jiang Wen's understanding of Yi Xi's rumors.
But there happened to be something strange like a noise on the roof and a dark shadow entering the house.
First of all, the former Taoist priests of Zhizhi'an obviously encountered strange things here, but their stories never mentioned ghosts, black shadows and other strange things!
Secondly, the abnormality before and after the black shadow is too straightforward. It is so straightforward that others might not run away if they see it. It is so straightforward that it is completely different from the mysterious and mysterious banquet on the Manting Peak.
Coupled with the thin thread hanging at the door and Ningdie who fainted due to the plot, Jiang Wen was almost certain that there was someone lurking aside who wanted to muddy the waters.
"Ningdie's Hongmai probably inhaled the hallucinogenic and frightening poisonous gas after entering the house, and frightened herself to death..."
"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 affects the sense of smell. If you stay in the abalone shop for a long time, you will not notice the smell, which just hides the odor of poisonous gas.
These poisoners were coming and going on the roof, so Jiang Wen heard the rustling footsteps on the roof, not just the footsteps at the door.
Thinking about it more carefully, the Thirteen Guimen acupuncture needles I originally used to flush the acupuncture points must have worked at that time. In my sleep, I just used the power of a Yang finger to scare the opponent away, but I fell into a deeper nightmare due to the poisonous gas.
Then the other party fled from the roof in fear. Fearing that Jiang Wen would be awakened, he set up a tripwire at the door so that the person who pushed the door would fall down and inhale the poisonous gas, and fall into hallucinations.
"Pretending to be a ghost and acting mysteriously, it seems a bit familiar..."
Jiang Wen wasn't sure about the rest, but he had only seen this kind of translucent and strong silk thread in the hands of the demons from the White Lotus Sect!
The other party's conspiracy in Sanliting was foiled by me last time. This time, things are still about gods and ghosts. I'm afraid they have another plan.
The White Lotus Sect had been exposed to its tricks before, so this time it used hidden weapons, traps, and poisons, which can be said to be unscrupulous. Fortunately, the opponent did not know that he had practiced the "Sacred Foot Sutra" in the hands of You TanZhi, and now he had no strong internal strength.
It can still slowly detoxify.
But what worries Jiang Wen even more is whether Yuan Ziyi and Hong Wending are also being targeted.
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As Fu Ningdie walked out of Zhizhi'an with the unconscious Fu Ningdie, Jiang Wen searched for traces along the way and soon guessed the way she came from the deep and shallow footprints.
The road along the Jiuqu River was winding and difficult to navigate. Jiang Wen held Ningdie under his arm and walked quickly when he happened to meet Yan Yongchun emerging from the bushes.
But what surprised him was that when the two met on a narrow road on the mountain road, the other party took action without hesitation.
The tall and tall Yan Yongchun struck with anger, his hands as close as a white crane pecking at food, and as sharp as a golden sword unsheathed, attacking Jiang Wen's throat one after another.
Suddenly attacking, Jiang Wen, still holding Ningdie in one hand, quickly retreated, stepped on the boulder and jumped horizontally, finally dodging to Yan Yongchun's flank.
"Miss Yan, what are you doing! It's me!"
Jiang Wen saw that the other party's angry look was still there, and was afraid that the other party would be controlled by the White Lotus Sect. He quickly raised Fu Ningdie and shook it, "Look, this is Ningdie! Have you remembered it?"
Perhaps the unlucky name played its role. Yan Wing Chun's pretty face was stained with frost, and his eyes were getting colder. He simulated the flapping of waterfowl with the flying crane style of White Crane Fist, and the strong wind came again.
"You actually beat up your own apprentice! I really misjudged you!"
"Ah this..."
Having just been invaded by nightmares for half a night, the poisonous gas in his body was still not completely resolved. Jiang Wen was relatively weak at the moment, and Yan Yongchun, who was moved, also used all his strength.
Jiang Wen used his left hand to resist hastily, wanting to explain that the injury was caused by Ningdie's fall, but Yan Yongchun's murderous moves were full of murderous intent and gave him no chance at all.
The purpose of her martial arts training is to allow practitioners to fight between life and death, fight for a slim chance of survival, and achieve the victory of the weak against the strong. Therefore, she always makes dangerous moves and hits Jiang Wen regardless of flaws. This is
Let Jiang Wen feel a bit jealous.
Yan Yongchun suddenly swooped over, like a white crane flying over the stream with its wings spread out. His hidden right hand made the crane's neck and screamed, and his strength was ready to go. The road on the bank was narrow, Jiang Wen couldn't retreat with Ningdie in his arms.
Back off, suddenly an idea came to me!
What should you do if you encounter moral kidnapping? You must use your own flexible moral bottom line to defeat the opponent!
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Just do it, Jiang Wen immediately threw the Ningdie in his hand into the opponent's arms. As soon as the burden came out, the two of them were in different positions. Jiang Wen finally freed his hands and had the opportunity to speak.
"Miss Yan, please take good care of Ningdie. Can I ask, where did Jiang offend you?"
Yan Wing Chun's crane attack was interrupted by a human-shaped hidden weapon, and he struggled for a while before regaining his footing.
"You whipped Ziyi like that, and you come to ask me why!?"
Confucius said that repay kindness with kindness and repay hatred with straightness. Yan Yongchun thoroughly implemented this attitude in his heart. He believed that Yuan Ziyi had been beaten by him and she must fight back.
Jiang Wen shrugged helplessly: "You 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..."
Jiang Wen was telling the truth. If Yuan Ziyi didn't practice the "Golden Dragon Whip Technique" out of anger, he wouldn't be unable to control Qiao Jin and be covered in injuries.
But these words made Yan Yongchun even more angry.
Yan Yongchun's eyes were full of anger: "Shut up! Ziyi has been most afraid of being whipped by his master since he was a child. How could he be willing to be whipped by you! How was Wen Ding poisoned by you? Why did Ziyi tell me to save the child when he was in a coma?"
After that, she put Ningdie on the roadside and came close to fight again. This time, she had already used the nascent Wing Chun, using specious tricks to attack Jiang Wen's midline.
As time passed, shadows of fists and legs flew, and Jiang Wen's back-attacking palm gradually failed to keep up with the rhythm.
"Miss Yan, I'm offended."
Jiang Wen sighed. Since he couldn't explain clearly, he could only clarify it first.
Although his internal strength is now weak, he can still use Jin Yong's martial arts with exquisite moves. As long as he does not get into a group fight, 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 restrained palm force suddenly became as sharp as a sword, and his moves were complex and fantastic.
As Jiang Wen waved his arms, there were palm shadows in all directions, and he and Yan Yongchun had a head-on confrontation with fast versus fast.
The prototype of Wing Chun involves sinking the bridge and sticking to the punch, spreading hands and dodging, and the rhythm of the attack is very tight, but it obviously lacks the unique skill of killing with one blow.
On the contrary, Jiang Wen's sword palms all over the sky are either five empty and one real, or eight empty and one real, just like a sudden strong wind in the woods and all the leaves falling, vaguely filled with murderous intent.
After the dazzling palm shadows dispersed, Yan Yongchun realized that the opponent's palm was like a knife, already lying in front of his throat.
Yan Yongchun's expression was stern. Just as he was about to wait for Jiang Wen's ridicule, he found that the other party's expression suddenly changed. The sword palm next to his throat turned into a grasp, and he held her neck and transformed. His other hand quickly
Block your own back...
A fist force was still strong despite being blocked by the palm of the sword, and there were ghosts and shadows in the chaos of the bamboo trees.
"Wen Ding, what's wrong with you!"
Behind Yan Yongchun, there was Hung Man-ting who jumped down from the tree at some unknown time, with a pale face and eyes full of murderous intent.