Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of the Swordsman

Chapter 104

The Hongbin Building is bustling with passers-by, and the guests in the building exchange cups.

After the guests have drunk tea and light wine, there are endless things to talk about. Occasionally, someone mentions that the earth dragon has appeared on the Manting Peak recently, and it is unavoidable that Qi Sheng plans to move from Chong'an County.

The luggage of Yan's father and daughter and Yuan Ziyi has already been packed at this time. A few clothes and a box of soft clothes are all their family property for walking in the rivers and lakes.Master Luo claimed that he got along well with Yan's father recently, and he bought some local specialty dragon and phoenix teas very graciously, and asked them to use it as a gift when they returned to Guangdong Province.

"Master Luo, why are you so generous today?"

Jiang Wen looked at this old man in amazement. Usually he even wanted to skip the meals of the martial arts disciples. Could it be that he was coerced by force?
Master Luo with a smile on his face wrinkled his face, and whispered awkwardly: "The two girls came to the martial arts these days, and Zhengyi kicked away two waves of people who kicked the gym. In the future, I want to invite her to sit here from time to time." Museum, you have to make a good relationship..."

Let Yuan Ziyi, a professional gym kicker, deal with the people who come to kick the gym, and it is a professional counterpart.

What Master Luo has the shame to say in detail is that the days when Yan Yongchun and Yuan Ziyi stayed in the martial arts gym were the days when he felt the most secure.

He doesn't have to worry anymore. After someone punches and kicks him, his nose is bruised and his face is swollen. He has to applaud according to the rules of the world, obediently send him wine, meat and money to send him away.

The rules of the rivers and lakes are the most face-saving. If you eat meat, you will be beaten. The more famous you are, the more ruthless your opponent is. This is inevitable for everyone-so Jiang Wen recruited four stone lions for the Wuyi faction in advance.

Yuan Ziyi smiled lightly, the dimple on the left cheek was slightly dimpled, and he raised his wine glass and said to Master Luo: "The effort of raising one's hand is nothing to worry about, if my sisters come to live in your martial arts hall in the future, please don't be disgusted by Master Luo."

Since the three of them were about to travel far away, today they only ordered tea. Master Luo was flattered to return the gift, and drank it all in one go without changing his face or panting.

"That's enough, girl in purple, don't mess with Master Luo, come and live with me at the Wuyi faction."

What is justice?

If it was Yan Yongchun, he seemed to be someone who would help out of gratitude, but the Yuan Ziyi that Jiang Wen knew was not a chivalrous man.According to his malicious speculation, it is most likely that he wanted to take the opportunity to vent his bad breath of being injured by the sneak attack that day.

When Yuan Ziyi heard Jiang Wen's words, he simply forgot all the politeness, stroked his temples and said slowly: "Your school has carved beams and painted buildings, Danying carved jue, Ziyi is just a slightly cold woman, so I don't want to bother you."

After speaking, he shook the iron plates in his hand, and looked at Jiang Wen provocatively.

Yan Wingchun intended to stop Yuan Ziyi, and reached out to snatch the token from Yuan Ziyi's hand, but just as he was about to make a move, he seemed to feel something was wrong, so he said with a blushing face and cupped his hands.

"Master Jiang... When my father and I come back from Guangdong, we will definitely visit Dawang Peak again. Uh, I hope you can give me some advice then."

Yan Yongchun still deeply regrets not being able to learn the Tianshan zhemei hand.

Now Jiang Wen, who has recovered his success, has gained a bit of confidence, and he is deeply moved by this martial arts girl, so he can only promise her to have a good discussion next time.

"Master Jiang, you can't just be partial to Sister Yan."

Yuan Ziyi rolled his eyes and said immediately, "You must teach me a decent martial art, right?"

Yan Yongchun blushed and wanted to cover her mouth, Yan's father looked very relieved, but Jiang Wen's face was so impenetrable, he waved his hands away like flies.

"Don't make trouble, the Golden Dragon Whip Technique didn't hurt, did you? If you want to learn martial arts, you should first join the Wuyi School. At present, the number of disciples in our sect is full, and even the posts of stone lions are full. I have taken up the job of being a sanatorium."

"Humph!"

Yuan Ziyi became angry when he heard the nameless, and simply folded his arms and turned his head to ignore Jiang Wen.

"Miss Yan, did you take refuge in Guangdong? Now that there are many wars and disasters, it may be dangerous to go rashly."

Jiang Wen said kindly.

"Father said that there are still a few relatives in the city of Guangzhou, and maybe they can join us."

Yan Yongchun glanced at his father, and said softly: "If it doesn't work, it's okay. There are rumors in the world that Southern Shaolin is raising a flag to rebuild the Great Buddha Temple in Guangzhou. With my master and father's Shaolin roots, there will always be a foothold."

Jiang Wen asked in amazement: "Has Southern Shaolin gone to Guangzhou to cause trouble? Officer Hong Xi and the others are so courageous?"

In Wuyi Mountain last month, Chen Jinnan from the Tiandihui and the imperial court criminal Hong Xiguan joined forces to delay and destroy the three-way army of the Qing court. They have long been paid attention to with hatred.

Yan Yongchun shook his head: "It's not senior brother Hong Xiguan. Although I also admire his actions, it is the two famous Southern Shaolin masters, Zen Master Zhishan and Master Sande, who are playing the banner in the Guangzhou Great Buddha Temple."

"There is no need for admiration or anything."

Jiang Wen picked up the tea bowl and took a sip with an unnatural expression, "Miss Yan, if you beat his own son every three days, no matter how much you admire him, he won't give you good looks—even though he doesn't have good looks himself."

"We are just exchanging martial arts. Although it is true that the big bullies the small, but...but..."

Yan Wing Chun felt cramped instantly.

As long as she is not in the state of fighting in the martial arts arena, she is like an ordinary girl from a folk family, and she does not see the demeanor of a confident and proud heroine at all.

Regarding this, Hong Wending sat with a blank expression on his face, as if he was a master.

"It's okay, Uncle Yan doesn't need to take it to heart."

Jiang Wen couldn't help slandering, Hong Xiguan, what kind of genetics is this? How come the father and son are the same as copied and pasted? ?

"Wait, Zen Master Zhishan also appeared in Guangzhou? Shouldn't he have died in the burning South Shaolin?"

Jiang Wen suddenly realized something was wrong.

With Ma Ninger's deep-rooted hatred for the Southern Shaolin Zhishan monk, there is no reason to let him go, and he proudly boasted to Hong Xiguan that it is a decent rule to be kind and soft, and the villain does not have to abide by it.

Father Yan also said with some uncertainty: "I've heard this rumor before, probably it was a fake news deliberately released by the Tatars. Master San De is the teacher of the lay disciples in the 36th room, deliberately fabricated the story of Master Zhi Shan's survival, On the contrary, it is easy to lose one's own momentum."

Jiang Wen was skeptical about this, seeing that Yan Yongchun was also hesitant to speak, but in the end he remained silent.

"Although Shang Kexi, who occupies Guangzhou, is ruthless and has killed countless people, he has also begged the Qing court to return to the old Liaodong many times in a cunning and cunning manner. In the past few years, he has deliberately indulged the corruption of the situation in Guangdong in order to escape from the chaos..."

Jiang Wen pondered for a while, and repeated the situation he had analyzed to Hong Xiguan and Chen Jinnan, "Now there is Nan Shaolin gathering in Guangzhou, it should be fine for you to go under the muddy water, you just need to pay more attention to hiding your identity."

After speaking, he asked the shopkeeper for a pen and paper, wrote a short letter in crooked handwriting, put it in an envelope and wrote a big Jiang character, and then handed it to Father Yan.

"Uncle Yan, I have an old friend who is now doing business in Guangzhou. If you have any needs, you can talk to him. This person will definitely not refuse."

"Master, do you have acquaintances in Guangzhou?"

This time even Ningdie and Wending looked over in surprise.

"I'm a teacher who also walks the rivers and lakes. What's wrong with having two friends?"

Jiang Wen waved his hands indifferently and said, "You actually know each other. This person is best at fooling people with virtue. Last month, he went to Guangzhou to avoid disaster and do business. I also persuaded him to change his name to Leihuhu..."

Yuan Ziyi pretended to be casual and said: "Master Jiang, since you have such a wide range of friends, why not go south with us, so that we can visit relatives and friends!"

But Jiang Wen was unmoved at all, even turning a blind eye to the expectant eyes of the two heroines.

"It's not necessary, it's not necessary. Jiang has been feeling a lot about the world recently. As the saying goes, don't let waiting become a regret. I decided to train several apprentices on the peak, so as not to feel guilty in the future."

Yuan Ziyi rolled his eyes and stood up in a huff.

"Hmph, don't regret it."

Jiang Wen stood up for it.

"If you don't want to leave, you won't leave. The man keeps his word."

(End of this chapter)