Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of the Swordsman

Chapter 138

Xiao Shitou and Hong Wending, who ran out of the escort agency, followed the suspicious figure all the way and hurried forward. Relying on Xiao Shitou's keen sense of smell, they almost stopped each other several times, but they were still miraculously passed through the wall and across the house by the other party. fled away.

Slowly they discovered that those suspicious figures seemed to circle around Fuwei Escort deliberately, relying on their familiarity with the terrain, they could go straight away, but they always went around in circles with them for no reason.

But soon the opponent's goal was achieved, because Hong Wending and Xiao Shitou were stunned, and finally completely lost each other's figure at a corner.

"The smell...is gone?"

Xiao Shitou looked at Hong Wending blankly, "I can't smell the smell just now."

Hong Wending said calmly: "The other party is circling around Fuwei Escort. They must be afraid that we will track down their lair, so they deliberately circle around to eliminate the traces. Let's look for clues along these places first."

"Well, if you can smell the smell just now, you can find them."

Little Shitou nodded, and stroked Kong Kong's stomach casually.

During the day, Ximen Street is bustling with visitors and visitors. At this time, Ximen Street is quiet at night, but it is mixed with hazy night. It seems that there is always a glimmer of light flashing behind the mountain, reflecting the thinness of the pagoda in the sky. Decadent figure.

Fuzhou is built with three mountains as its bones, and two towers lie between them. Tonight is like a pair of lone monks who have seen through the world for thousands of years. Hidden in the eyes, it turned into a stubborn stone covered with mottled moss.

Hong Wending observed the surrounding situation intently, walked cautiously with Xiaoshi, and took a deep breath of the thick night dew, only to feel the cold in his heart.

"This street is very murderous, so be careful."

Hong Wending only wore rough clothes when he went out, and naturally wore a rusty hatchet on his waist, deliberately hiding his vigor.

Xiao Shitou stared blankly, and after thinking for a while, he asked, "What is murderous intent, why can't I feel it?"

Hong Wending frowned and tried to explain: "My father said that if there is no food and drink in the restaurant, if there is no loud gambling in the gambling stall, and the forest and mountain roads are so quiet that you can't even hear the chirping of insects and birds, it means that someone has moved. Murder."

"Oh--"

Xiaoshi made a long cry, looked at the empty streets, and agreed with deep approval: "That's really strange."

But the two walked along the wall dodgingly for a while, and the little stone seemed to remember something again.

"But who is it now, who is going to kill?"

At this time, his small face was troubled, as if he was trying his best to think and compete, and finally looked back blankly, the Fuwei Escort Bureau that had not disappeared from sight.

Everything tonight was strange. Before going out, Hong Wending also guessed many possibilities.

There is no doubt that the black hand behind the scenes is deliberately targeting the Fuwei Escort, but insisting on kidnapping Ningdie is indeed an incredible thing, and has almost nothing to do with the Fuwei Escort.

One possibility he originally guessed was that they actually wanted to capture Lin Yueru and use it to threaten Lin Zhennan to submit, because they couldn't determine which of the two little girls was the daughter of the Lin family, so they tied them together.

But this guess has been overturned by him.

During the pursuit, Hong Wending slowly realized from some details that the white-clothed man he had fought with before had fresh injuries, and even the blood scabs had not solidified. It was obvious that he had just fought against someone, and the other people also had internal injuries.

This is the most puzzling thing for Hong Wending. Could it be that these men in white clothes who are dressed exactly the same are actually not in the same group, and even started a conflict?
Just as they were thinking, the two passed by a locked inn outside Ximen Street.

The wooden signboard in front of the door has faded and wobbled due to age, and the long white paper lanterns hanging under the eaves vaguely depict the couplet of "stay before it's too late, and see the sky early when the rooster crows".

Hong Wending heard the sound from the wooden stairs of the inn, and knew that someone was about to walk out, so he quickly hid in a pile of debris with a small stone, so as not to be seen by others.

The two watched the door open with restrained breath, only to find a ferocious monk in official uniform, proudly carrying a burlap bag on his shoulder, striding towards the south.

A gust of cold wind blew, and the little stone suddenly approached Hong Wending, stretched out his hand to make a gesture, and finally pointed to his nose, expressing a very clear meaning - I smell that smell again!

The two turned their heads at the same time, staring at the burlap bag on the strange monk's shoulder, and a moment of amazement flashed in their eyes at the same time.

"We have to find a way to keep him..."

Hong Wending saw that Xiao Shitou's expression was wrong, as if some switch had been turned on, "Wait a minute, don't be impulsive!"

Before the words fell, it was too late to stop him.

Before it was too late, the little stone ran up screaming and bit the monk's calf!
Monk Yankong sent all his subordinates tonight to monitor and suppress the changes in Fuzhou City, and he defeated two waves of masters one after another, only feeling that everything was under control.

Instructed by various clues, Monk Yankong paid attention to the Fuwei Escort, but the clues left by the ghost-faced man were too deliberate, obviously trying to bring trouble to the east, so he came to the inn alone and ordered his subordinates to deploy surveillance.

Then... was bitten by someone?
With a piercing pain in his ankle, he never thought that he would be overwhelmed by strong winds and waves, but capsized in this small gutter, and was bitten by a little kid who ran out of nowhere.

Monk Yankong was furious, he stretched his legs and kicked to get rid of the bite, but the small stone was like a blood-sucking leech, no matter how much the prey struggled and pulled, it was of no avail, instead it made the bitten wound even more bloody.

Even so, Monk Yankong was still reluctant to part with the rough sack in his hand, and would rather use his inner strength to jump more than ten feet, ready to throw the small stone on the stone tablet beside the house.

"Brother, let go!"

Hong Wending sensed the maliciousness of the move, and just as he was about to remind him in his heart, Xiao Shitou reluctantly loosened his strength, fell into the roadside stall, smashed into a mess, then got up and spit out his mouth. The rags and blood clots in the bag didn't hurt me at all.

Monk Yankong noticed that his ankle was loose, and the piercing pain was replaced by a dull pain like a knife, and he burrowed straight in. After jumping and landing, his right leg also convulsed suddenly. As a master, he almost couldn't hold it. body balance.

"court death!"

Under the excruciating pain, Monk Yankong no longer had the intention to leave, but only wanted to tear the child into pieces in order to wash away today's humiliation.

Xiao Shitou ran back and patted the thick cotton coat, and looked at Hong Wending who was hiding in the pile of debris with proud eyes.

You see, my method is easy to use!

Hong Wending was dumbfounded.

This method is really incomparable. Not only did Monk Yankong stay, but even if he was invited, he never planned to leave!
Up to this moment, Monk Yankong was still carrying the sack on his shoulder, and turned to use his left foot to exert force, and hit a Vajra Prajna palm with one hand, only to hear the palm come out with wind and force, and this Buddhist martial art has been defeated by him. He has practiced the killer move of being merciless in a hundred steps and winning or losing with one shot.

Seeing that the opponent was approaching menacingly, Xiaoshi first led the opponent away from Hong Wending, and then fell on the ground, dodging the ultimate move in a nick of time, and looked at the opponent with blank eyes, without any fear.

Who knew that the Vajra Prajna Palm had profound meanings. It was originally intended to use the wisdom of Prajna to control the power of the Vajra Palm to reach the state of rigidity, yang, greatness and strength. The monk suddenly urged the movement to improve a bit, and out of thin air, it evolved a palm-back gesture, which suddenly changed from the formless style to the contemplative style, waiting for the opportunity to move without any flaws!

The fierce palm force had already touched the little stone's body, and the monk Yankong kept urging his internal force, waiting to continue to swallow the palm force, and killed the little stone lying on the ground in one fell swoop.

But the little stone with the palm of his body was sitting obliquely on the ground, but it seemed that some invisible switch had been turned on again.

Xiao Shitou's dantian qi was originally uncontrollable, but the long-term memory of Jiang Wen's training has been awakened, and his whole body wanders out like an electric shock.

The two people with extremely different sizes faced each other, Kanglong Youhui of the small stone suddenly made a move, swung it in a circle from an almost impossible angle, and instantly bumped into Monk Yankong's Vajra Prajna Palm!
One side is extremely weak and forceful to continue the move, and the other side is sitting on the ground and throwing the palm, which is difficult to take root, and it is also extremely fierce and indomitable. Monk Yankong only felt that the palm hit a piece of iron, and his five fingers were shaken. numb.

And Xiao Shitou is also uncomfortable, since the ancient martial arts strength comes from the ground, the qi is born from the root, and the palm is like a tree without roots, and it is immediately rolled back, unable to stop.

When fighting, it was all based on experience, Monk Yankong changed his moves very quickly, he turned his palm to kick in an instant, and under the cover of the whirlwind created by his loose official uniform, he turned around and kicked the small stone.

Since he could only kick people with his injured leg, he splashed a trail of blood on the ground, and his anger grew even stronger.

After all, Xiao Shitou's experience in the world was still insufficient. He was deceived by the opponent's combination of virtual and real moves, with short palms and long legs.

Hong Wending knew the time was right.

The situation seems to be at a disadvantage at this time, but in fact, the little stone has gained a great strategic advantage, and Hong Wending gradually understands the intention of this seemingly idiot brother.

I was influenced by the South Shaolin secret dragon-shaped boxing, and my master warned me not to do it lightly, lest I be further eroded by the strange martial arts, so I am not suitable for fighting and pulling, and can only devote myself to the moment of the final decision like now!

Hong Wending flew out from the pile of debris, stepped on the eaves by the side of the road, turned around a few times, and came to the side of Monk Yankong, and went straight to the opponent's face with a move in Hong's fist, "Shocking Hong and Converging Wings".

Caught off guard, Monk Yankong had no choice but to retreat from his pursuit, turned around three times in a row, and swung the sack on his shoulders to stop him, thus avoiding the end of being caught blind.

Monk Yankong just felt that tonight was downright ridiculous. He was an imperial envoy and a master in front of the imperial court, but he was forced into a mess by two children.

My own cultivation skills are enough to crush the opponent, and I easily trampled the two children to death like ants, but my right leg was bitten, and I was carrying a sack on my shoulder.

For a moment, Monk Yankong suspected that the subordinates in the inn had set him up and hired two children to be dead soldiers, just to ruin his reputation in the world...

"Bastard!"

Monk Yankong gave up the small stone and went straight to Hong Wending who turned around. Liu Yunfeixiu, who had been practicing hard for many years, did not hide anymore and went straight to Hong Wending's foothold.

Different from the small stones, Hong Wending's experience in the world is very sophisticated, so he stepped on the big sleeves of Monk Yankong's steel-like toga, and kicked three times in a row in the air. "The style continued to rush and attack, and every move could not leave the weak point of the opponent's shoulders and necks.

Monk Yankong was overwhelmed by the disturbance, so he gave up the dismantling move neatly, and pointed out like lightning with his powerful Vajra Fingers, making a plan to resolve the battle with wounds for wounds.

A boxing proverb goes: "Punches are useless, and shots are empty."Therefore, for those who have no palm and finger skills, no matter how good the posture is, it is useless, and for those who have a good posture, the palm and finger skills will also increase.

At this moment, Monk Yankong stepped forward with his left leg in order to forcefully point out his fingers. His injured leg was weak, his left hand was carrying the sack, and his right hand was pointing out.

Only Jian Hong Wending turned around in the air, hooked Monk Yankong's shoulder with one hand, and pulled the sack out of his hand suddenly, and flew out with his legs on his body, landing a dozen steps away.

"Your body is... Shaolin martial arts?"

Monk Yankong narrowed his eyes slightly, and a cruel smile appeared on his mustache-covered face, as if he had seen something very interesting.

Hong Wending didn't answer coldly, and put the sack on the ground first.

The two looked at each other with a distance of more than ten steps, and they didn't speak. With the sound of a strong wind blowing on the window lattice in the cold night, the voices of people and the street scene receding, they suddenly moved at the same time.

I saw that one big and one small, one old and one young, their bodies and appearances were all opposite, and their expressions were even more ferocious and indifferent, but they all assumed the same fists and feet postures at the same time, as if they were mirror images reversed. The simple and clumsy Shaolin body technique, like meditation, realized in the six sitting statues, is brewing the next killer move...

(End of this chapter)