Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of the Swordsman

Chapter 124

There is no end to the corpse field lined with trees, only crumbling houses and scaffolding remain, covered with dirty ink paper that has not been printed recently, and with the wind blowing, it turns into ghost butterflies flying all over the sky, ready to pounce on people.

This is a dead printing shop, everything is frozen, and it seems to be slowly weathered by time.

In the dark bookstore, many figures seemed to be busy with their business, but upon closer inspection, they stood still, posing in many indescribably strange poses.

In this kind of indescribable looming, these dead bodies with drooping heads and almost hanging down can be found, looking sideways at the direction of the door.

Staring at Jiang Wen.

If it were a person with poor psychological endurance, he would have collapsed on the spot if he was suddenly stared at by so many zombies who were almost decapitated.

Fortunately, as the number of dead corpses exceeded common sense, the fear at first sight turned into numbness, and even vaguely took the sight of the Netherworld as normal.

The theory of Huangquan Tufu has a long history. The so-called "collect its body and bones, test its soul and spirit. The good will be rewarded, and can ascend to receive the food and clothing of the sky, and the wicked will be punished and relegated to be ghosts of rivers, mountains and seas." It has become an ordinary world of strictness.

Looking at this scene, Jiang Wen felt that the people who were buried here never mourned themselves, and could only arouse the sighs of future generations.

Judging from the specifications and shapes, the building in front of me was not inhabited by living people.This building made of gray walls and blue tiles is clearly a hall of enjoyment, and it has been carefully arranged according to Xumizuo, Huanyong, Quelou, main tomb, partition wall, and stone retaining wall. Even if it is limited to a narrow area and cannot be completed, it is All the elements are also miniaturized and integrated, exactly.

However, in the open space in front of this Minglou Xiangdian, there are a few small shabby tombs scattered. Ken goes away.

"The dead were buried outside the house, but why did they deliberately build such a hall of enjoyment?"

Outside the hall, there are several stone tablets inlaid under the eaves. Jiang Wen wanted to use the moonlight to get closer to identify them, but suddenly saw a figure flashing from the hall. He was dressed in white, black hat, and double-breasted robes, acting like a ghost.

Jiang Wen caught up quickly with sharp eyes, and the two chased each other in the dark night.

Relying on his understanding of the topography of the Huangyuan Bookstore, the opponent repeatedly changed directions, knocking down the top wood of the book troughs to create obstacles, but Jiang Wen was able to continuously cross the circle. Even though the moving distance was longer than the opponent, the distance between the two became closer coming closer.

As the distance approached and circled the hall for two weeks, Jiang Wen could already see the other party's thin and strong figure, moving in a hurry, obviously worried about being overtaken by him.

"Stop, I just happened to pass by! Just answer my two questions and let you go!"

Jiang Wen warned from behind, for fear that the other party would do something to kill the net, but obviously the other party did not intend to stop, and the dead bodies that were pushed to the ground one after another were also bloody, and the scene was a mess.

Seeing that the other party was not willing to cooperate, Jiang Wen didn't hesitate anymore. The ancient bronze sword on his waist suddenly came out of its sheath, and as it was thrown out with one hand, the ancient sword flew into the distance with a slanting dragon, and was nailed obliquely into a piece of wood. among the pillars.

Unexpectedly, like a prophet, the sword happened to stop at the direction where the man in white coat and black hat was about to turn.

At this time, if the man in white and black hat refuses to stop and gallops into the blade at his current speed, his body will be broken in two!

With a bang, the opponent couldn't dodge in time and fell into a pile of wood.

When the other party was helplessly caught by him, Jiang Wen realized that the person in front of him looked only 40 to [-] years old, but his skin was wrinkled like a sixty-year-old man, and his eyes could flash strange lights even in the dark, staring at him suspiciously.

This ability is rare, and it is often the talent of grave robbers.

"I've seen you."

Jiang Wen's grasping technique pierced the bones, making it impossible for the opponent to break free, but the first sentence he spoke made the opponent's indifferent expression darken.

"In Jipi Lane, you were the one who brought the dead body and pretended to be a ghost to scare me!"

The opponent's face twitched slightly, the black hat was pressed down very low, and the voice in his mouth was hoarse and unpleasant.

"It turned out to be you who chased me from my house in Jipi Lane to come here. But unfortunately, what you want is not in my hands..."

Jiang Wen frowned.

"The home in Jipi Lane? Are you the owner of Eryouzhai? Actually, I didn't hunt you down, I just happened to come here..."

Before Jiang Wen finished speaking, he was interrupted by a series of sneers from the other party.

"Don't lie to me, I, Huang, as the guardian of the sect, naturally know that tonight is doomed. But no matter who sent you, I always say that, I only associate with the Red Sun Holy Child."

Jiang Wen was a little troubled by this stubborn attitude. He didn't know why the other party had such a bad attitude, but he still said patiently.

"If you think I'm lying to you, just lie to you, but I didn't come here to kill you. It's all out of damn curiosity. Oh, by the way, the Red Sun Saint Child you mentioned will not come back, because he is already dead On Wuyi Mountain."

Seeing the shocked expression of the other party's dilated pupils, Jiang Wen continued to make up his sword, "So, the saying that you only associate with Hongyang Shengtong, I personally think it is not auspicious, I suggest changing it."

The master of Eryouzhai, also from the White Lotus Sect, Huang Hufa looked at Jiang Wen with an uncertain expression, and said in a hoarse voice with a resolute attitude.

"What evidence do you have?"

Jiang Wen scratched his head and thought about it seriously.

"He died on Manting Peak in Wuyi Mountain because of the elixir medicine, and the demon book and corpse in his hand could not be retrieved. I also slaughtered the eight generals of the shackles, but four of his six armor generals survived. , currently serving as a stone lion in my Wuyi faction..."

The master of Eryouzhai was startled, and looked at Jiang Wen in disbelief.

"You are the head of the Wuyi sect?! I heard that Hongyang Shengtong and his party were imprisoned by you, and the sect even sent people to discuss redemption. How could you...how did you appear here!!"

Jiang Wen sighed.

"I also don't want to be missed by you because of this matter, but since you want to see me, then I have no choice but to come uninvited."

The master of Eryouzhai smiled sinisterly, trying to break free from Jiang Wen's capture.

"Then you'd better let me go. My teacher is now gathered in Fuzhou City. Even I don't know how many people are here. If you act rashly, I guarantee that you won't be able to get out of Fuzhou City!"

"There are flaws in what you said. With your current attitude of hiding your head and showing your tail, it is obvious that even you yourself dare not be discovered by the White Lotus Sect, right?"

Jiang Wen stepped up his strength, and said with a pleasant face: "Even if they kill you now, whether they will avenge you or applaud you, I think it is still open to debate."

The master of Eryouzhai was silent for a moment, then suddenly spoke hoarsely.

"...You really didn't come to kill me?"

Jiang Wen shook his head severely.

"If I want to kill you, do I still need to talk nonsense to you? Also, ah, why do you always think that someone wants to kill you? Is there such a possibility, I mean possible—for example, you have persecution paranoia? "

The master of Eryouzhai had an ugly smile, and his expression was full of sinisterness.

"Illusion? Ever since the blood Buddha statue was brought back to Eryouzhai, I knew I was being targeted. Do you think it was a misunderstanding that the whole family was robbed and killed when they went out of the city? Or was it a coincidence that the servants of the bookstore died one after another? They wanted to drive me crazy, Give them what they want, but I'm not that stupid..."

He shook his body frantically, "If I say it, that will be the day I die..."

Jiang Wen sighed, looking at the gloomy scene in this ghost land.

"I thought that a murderous person like you wouldn't be afraid of death. So many people cut off their heads, made corpses, sacrificed and performed evil methods. No matter how you look at it, it's not something normal people can do."

The master of Eryouzhai looked at him tit for tat.

"All the people I killed for the dirty body King Kong deserved to die, and I thought it was not time to die. In addition to finding the blood Buddha statue this time, I also inquired about some very dangerous things, enough to set off a new round of Jianghu turmoil, so it must be handed over to someone who can be trusted in the church."

Jiang Wen pointed at himself with a shy face: "Don't be so narrow-minded, ah, although I am not a member of the White Lotus Sect, I have always been honest and reliable, you can tell me!"

However, the master of Eryouzhai just vented his anger with his nose, snorting and ignoring Jiang Wen's brazenness.

He probably also saw that he might be really unlucky, and he met a troublemaker who was a little crazy, so he didn't kill him or torture him for no reason, and he just grabbed himself and chatted.

"Okay, let's change the subject."

Jiang Wen continued with a normal expression, "Why did you run here to hide? Is this different from other places?"

The master of Eryouzhai still wanted to break free from the grasp, twisted his body in dissatisfaction, and said confidently.

"This is Nether Lane, where a group of desperate people hide. Why can't I come in?"

After finishing speaking, he took Jiang Wen back to the stone tablet, and slowly explained, "Since a group of disabled eunuchs hid in the former Song Dynasty, this alley has become a place together with the Baby Tower outside and the Wushi Yizhuang opposite. It's a netherworld where neither humans nor ghosts exist..."

Jiang Wenyun lowered his head in a fog, read the vague inscription, and found that the bottom corner of the inscription was a small and shallow name, which had been engraved several times and cut off several times before finally remaining There is a trace, it seems that even the name is ashamed to be engraved on it.

And in front of his name, there is a long string of titles deliberately left behind.

Song Yongmu Mausoleum Guardian Envoy Zhongguan, Luo Mian.

(End of this chapter)