Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of the Swordsman

Chapter 102

Ningdie recklessly pushed the chaimen open, followed her with a gust of cold wind, which made Jiang Wen, who was groaning on the bed, shrink back, put away the pen and paper in his hand, and hid under the quilt again.

The well-dressed little girl simply tied up her hair on the top of her head today, with the rest of her long hair loose behind her, making her look very ladylike.

"Master, the medicinal soup is here!"

She bluffed into the door with a pottery bowl, which was obviously hot but stubbornly insisted on putting it beside Jiang Wen's bed.

Jiang Wen lay weakly on the wooden bed, looking at Ning Die in fear, afraid that she would spill all the hot soup on him if she let go.

"Taste it quickly, Master, I have worked so hard for this for a long time!"

"Death manager, right..."

Jiang Wen looked at her suspiciously, "Did you scoop it out for me from the pot of stewing small stones again?"

Ning Die was rubbing her hands together to relieve the burning sensation, waiting for her master's compliment, but when she heard this, she instantly became unhappy.

"That's not true. Today's medicinal materials are newly delivered by shopkeeper Fang, and they are separated from those used for the medicinal bath with small stones!"

Then she murmured and complained, "It's obviously the same formula for strengthening bones and strengthening muscles, so what's so disgusting..."

"Is that something that can be ignored if the formula is the same!"

Jiang Wen poked his head out from under the quilt, and looked at Ning Die helplessly.

I don't know what's going on with this little girl. Ever since she met a ghost in Zhizhi'an, she has been very clingy to herself, running to her ward seven or eight times a day, feeding herself with various medicines diligently, with enthusiasm like Some double agents with ulterior motives.

Regarding this matter, Jiang Wen could only admit with some embarrassment that he was a little flattered.

At this time, a purple figure also flashed outside the door.

"Master Jiang, may I come in?"

Before he finished speaking, Yuan Ziyi came uninvited, holding a bowl of soup in his hand.

"Miss Yuan, you are..."

Jiang Wenliang took out the empty bowl in his hand, "I just finished drinking a bowl here, why do I have medicine?"

Yuan Ziyi put the bowl on the table with a faint smile, and a circle of steaming hot soup splashed out, almost hitting Jiang Wen's face.

"Master Jiang, you have been recuperating for six or seven days since you were injured, and your injury has not improved at all, and you have faint symptoms of fear of wind and cold. I think the dose of the decoction must be insufficient, so I specially added a bowl for you Slightly."

Yuan Ziyi spoke slowly, but she was even more curious about what happened that night.

That night I was attacked by the Jiuqu River, and after being rescued by Yan Yongchun and Jiang Wen, they went to the Dawang Peak together.

Jiang Wen then left the top of the mountain and hurried to Manting Peak along the mountain road.Yuan Ziyi originally thought that according to Jiang Wen's martial arts attainments, even if the opponent was scheming, he would at least be able to retreat unscathed. As a result, he and his sister waited until dawn, but Jiang Wen didn't come back.

Later, it was Yan Yongchun who stubbornly insisted on looking for Jiang Wen, and finally found him on Manting Peak.

It is said that at that time, Jiang Wen was covered in blood, his breath was like gossamer, half of his body was hot and the other was cold. He happened to be hanging on a pine tree by the edge of the cliff, so he didn't fall to the bottom of the cliff.

When Yan Yongchun took him back to the mountain, Yuan Ziyi looked at Jiang Wen and saw that Jiang Wen was exhaling more and less inhaling, as if he was about to die, but then he gradually recovered, but he always shrugged off his weakness and stayed behind closed doors.

"Thank you, Ms. Yuan, for your concern. In fact, Jiang's health is fine. These apprentices of mine have also been taken care of by you and Ms. Yan in recent days."

Jiang Wen straightened his upper body and spoke loudly, deliberately speaking to Yan Yongchun at the door.

Yan Wingchun is not as familiar as Yuan Ziyi, basically he will not enter his room, and usually communicates through the door - the girl's house, it is understandable.

"Master Jiang...it's fine if nothing happens."

Someone answered softly outside the door.

Yan Yongchun didn't talk much at first, apart from traveling between Dawang Peak and Bailian Martial Arts Hall in Xiamei Town these days, he was mainly studying martial arts under the order of his teacher, and he would also spar with Hong Wending from time to time.

"Master, are you feeling better?"

Hong Wending also obediently came in to greet him day and night.He looks like an ordinary kid on the outside, it is hard to find that he is one of the best masters in this Dawang Peak.

Once Yan Hong and the two started to fight, sometimes they were like tigers descending a mountain, or like a dragon diving into a river, neither of them won with force.Yan Wingchun started from Xiao Nian Tou to Xunqiao naturally, and Hong Wending also brought together his martial arts knowledge. The two deduced martial arts moves to be unpredictable and easy to use. Every time they competed, they were fascinated.

When Jiang Wen saw the wood chips and dust all over his body, he knew he had turned into a ruthless firewood cutting machine again.

Hong Wending has come out of the shadow of the secret five-shaped boxing, and now his biggest hobby every day is chopping firewood.

These days, he can get the firewood for heating, cooking medicine and soup, lighting fire and cooking in the house by himself, but the sound of chopping firewood can be heard outside the house from morning till night.

"Wending, where is Little Shitou? As a master of the sect, has he gone to be lazy again?"

Hong Wending answered honestly: "Brother fell asleep in the medicine jar."

"..."

Jiang Wen was silent for a while, he didn't know whether to describe him as hardworking or slippery, so he decided not to talk about this topic anymore, he slowly lifted the quilt and sat up, sucking up the medicinal soup Yuan Ziyi brought.

Following Jiang Wen's movements, Yuan Ziyi suddenly felt that the cold and windy weather on Dawang Peak was a bit warmer, as if a billowing heat wave was emanating from his body—but this strange phenomenon disappeared completely after a few breaths. It was like a hallucination.

Having seen Jiang Wen's miraculous method of crossing the inner qi and healing the wounds, she didn't make a fuss anymore, and said proactively: "Master Jiang, our sisters have been bothering you for a long time, and now the great sage Pigua Quan has learned the essence of it." Well, it's time for us to say goodbye."

The meeting and parting of people in the rivers and lakes is nothing more than ordinary, Yuan Ziyi said it plainly, but Fu Ningdie, a little girl, was reluctant to part with her sleeves.

"Sister Ziyi, you haven't taught me to braid my hair yet, are you leaving now..."

Yuan Ziyi pinched her cheek dotingly, and said mercilessly.

"I stayed here because I was afraid that you Wuyi sect would meet a villain like me, kick the mountain gate to grab the cheats, and then snatch you, little girl - now it seems that I was too worried."

That's all for now.

Yuan Ziyi was probably also shocked by the poverty of the Wuyi faction, and he was convinced that as long as the people in the rivers and lakes had no problem with their brains, they would not have the idea of ​​this poor mountain.

Jiang Wen frowned and said: "Miss Yuan, you don't have to belittle yourself like this. Besides, although my Wuyi sect is small, not everyone can come and go freely."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Wen shouted to the outside of the wooden house: "Lao Ye, are you in the back kitchen?"

Not long after the words fell, Lao Ye, a thin and struggling groom, came from outside the door.

"What do you want me to do, Master?"

"I'm almost recovering from my injuries. I'm going down the mountain today to see off the two girls."

Jiang Wen said casually, "Are those four fat guys still on the mountain?"

Lao Ye nodded in confusion and said, "Yes, those weirdos can't be driven away. They eat, drink, sit and lie down on Zhang Xianyan every day, and don't wear clothes in cold weather."

Yes, the remaining four Liujia generals under Hongyang Shengtong also survived by practicing martial arts all over their bodies, and they have no missing arms or legs. Jiang Wen came to the foot of Dawang Peak.

In this regard, Jiang Wen could only lament that the martial arts handed down by the former eunuch Luo Chunyi was really miraculous, but the price of hurting the root was too heavy.

"They are all poor people... If they are unwilling to leave, they can stay here. I will take my apprentices down the mountain today, so I can keep a few more people in the school to show off."

As soon as this remark came out, Yan Yongchun, Yuan Ziyi and the groom Lao Ye all looked at him in surprise.

Lao Ye hesitantly asked: "Master, are you... wanting to take them into the sect as disciples? Is this thoughtless?"

The four big fat fools who don't avoid the cold and heat and are shirtless all the year round really look a bit scary, and they are recruited into the Wuyi faction casually. It is really easy for outsiders to mistake this for some kind of welfare institution for the disabled...

Jiang Wen pondered for a moment and came up with a solution.

"Then recruit four of them from the sect to be stone lions. Put two on the mountain gate and two on the temple gate. That appearance is very good at exorcising ghosts and warding off evil spirits!"

Yan Bi put on the gray sermon robe and the crown of the Five Sacred Images, and hid the transcribed rice paper in his sleeves.

"Now that the sails are far away, and the tidal islands are being plowed again, let's go to Huixianguan to visit Yuanhua real person."

(End of this chapter)