Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of the Swordsman

Chapter 14 The Night Shadow of the Deserted Village
As soon as the light came on, Hong Dou also saw the abnormality of Hong Xiguan, exclaimed and did not push him away.

Jiang Wen lit a lamp, straightened Hong Xiguan's body, and found that his complexion was blue, his breath was weak, and the light blue blood vessels on his neck were clearly visible, which was very frightening.

"Poison attack?!"

After checking Hong Xiguan's body again, he finally found that on his left hand holding the gun, there was a deep scratch left by Ma Ning'er's poisonous claws. At this moment, the poisonous blood had coagulated, black with purple, and the toxicity was very serious.

Jiang Wen took a breath, "This guy has been poisoned a long time ago, probably because he was afraid of delaying the rescue of the little Fifth Patriarch, so he kept hiding it all the time, mobilizing his inner Qi to rush on the road, the blood kept churning, the toxin had already circulated all over his body, When the heart is paralyzed, even Da Luo Jinxian will be hard to save!"

"Then what to do! He can't die!"

Hong Dou said anxiously, constantly checking Hong Xiguan's breath and wiping the cold sweat off his forehead.

When Jiang Wen saw this, he could only praise him for being a man, and he should be more careful in his next life.He can endure the severe poison and pain until here, will he find out that he has lost his head after fighting?

"Don't panic, the head of this sect is skilled in witch doctors and musicians. When I pay homage to Immortal Pasteur, I'll give him a knife and bloodletting!"

After Jiang Wen finished speaking, he took out a small knife from the sole of his shoe, wiped it clean, and put it on the fire to roast, while wondering whether the Heavenly Lord was not born yet, would it be useful to worship him?

Well, maybe we should pay homage to Hua Tuo. Since ancient times, no one who has had his head cut off still suffers from pain in the arm. It can be seen that the root of the arm injury lies in the head. If I cut off his head, I will not be afraid of poisoning!

The red-hot knife cut the skin, and the venom sprayed out in an instant, falling on the ground covered with weeds, killing the vegetation.

Jiang Wen couldn't help but frowned. Ma Ning'er's body was full of this kind of biological toxin. How did he move freely and be so powerful?

Soon, the poisonous blood dripped down on the ground. Jiang Wen took advantage of the situation and continued to pierce the orifice with a silver needle, and began to massage the blood vessels from his neck to his arm, so that the poisonous blood flowed backwards and then forced out little by little.

"Daozhang, how is he?" Hong Dou finally had the courage to ask when he saw Hong Xiguan's face turned red and his breathing gradually stabilized.

"There is still some toxicity that has not been removed and is entering the heart along the blood vessels."

Jiang Wen was also sweating, "Don't think that a ruddy complexion is good. Immortal Master Tao Hongjing once said that chest tightness, pimples, and red face like new makeup are serious heart diseases, which need to be treated with Da Xiexin Decoction."

Looking at the lingering sky outside, he administered a few more needles to prick Hong Xiguan's large acupoints.

"Girl Hongdou, I know that there is medicine on this mountain, which can be boiled into a heart-reducing soup. Now temporarily seal his heart veins to slow down his heartbeat. You must take good care of him!"

If Hong Xiguan died, how would Chen Jinnan's plan continue?

Jiang Wen wiped off the sweat from his brow, and made sure that God wanted to tire him alone.

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With Jiang Wen leaving in a hurry, only Hong Dou and the unconscious Hong Xiguan were left in the dilapidated farm house.

Looking from the narrow wooden window, the sky seems to be covered by a dirty black cloth, with bits and pieces of light leaking out, more like a spy from the outside world with malicious intentions.

The cold wind blows the swaying window lattices, and the bright moon also leans towards the house with no clear meaning. The flowing moonlight is a bit sticky and dim. scene.

After blowing out the oil lamp, Hongdou took Hong Xiguan to the corner, because the narrow window always aroused her uneasy emotions-at this time, blindfolding herself in deception may be the best way.

I don't see it, it doesn't see me,

There seemed to be a big bird chirping in the sky, and it was heard for an unknown distance, which was very sad and heart-wrenching.

Hong Dou asked herself that she was not a timid woman, and never did a snitch walk on the tip of a knife when stealing.

But even in the current atmosphere, with her mother's whereabouts unknown, Jiang Wen picking up medicine without a trace, and Hong Xiguan unconscious, she suddenly fell from the group to loneliness, and she couldn't help feeling a slight chill in her body.

On the night of her first burglary, Zhu Xiaoqian went to the garden mansion of a salt merchant in Yangzhou to investigate, and she stayed on the roof to let the wind go.

She lifted the roof tiles and wanted to see the situation inside the house, but suddenly saw a white shadow floating in the distant ancient well, wandering in the neither sparse nor dense plum blossom forest...

Before she knew it, she had already leaned against Hong Xiguan. Only when she saw his stern face and thought of his posture holding a cold gun, could she feel her breathing eased.

The mother may also know her heart disease, so she accompanied her daughter to cheat in a rich family, Hongdou thought so...

footsteps.

Hongdou just fell into the heart of memories, and suddenly raised it again, stopped breathing and began to listen.

Maybe Mother brought the children here, or maybe Jiang Daochang gathered all the herbs not far from the house?

Hongdou persuaded herself like this, and forced herself to continue listening, not to recall the rustling footsteps of Shirokage in the well stepping on the branches.

One step, two steps...

Hongdou's heart slowly relaxed, it wasn't Jiang Wen, it was more likely that her mother was back!
Three steps, four steps...

The voice was gradually approaching, and the direction was clear. Relying on my practiced listening to the voice, I could already imagine the posture of the person who came. It should be bent over, with a lighter body than ordinary people, and walked straight.

Five footsteps, six footsteps...

All poses are like this, it must be the children!Practicing Qinggong requires a light body, which is different from ordinary people. It is impossible for so many Qinggong masters to start at a vertical pace and join hands side by side.

Seventh footstep...

The eighth step!
Ninth footsteps! !

The tenth step! ! !
Hongdou was already in a daze, she had just persuaded herself to put aside distracting thoughts, and she had confirmed in her heart that the person who came was her mother Zhu Xiaoqian and the children, but now the footsteps were getting more and more noisy, and the directions of appearance were also scattered around!

How could the children pull up the search net and come forward bit by bit!

The strong sense of oppression turned into suffocation, Hongdou grasped something indiscriminately with both hands, until her fingers touched the deadly choke gun dropped by Hong Xiguan, and the cold and murderous aura piercing the soul on the weapon made her wake up like a dream .

With so many people, the Qing army must have come after them!

Hongdou bit her lower lip with a stern expression, did the worst happen?The children fell into the hands of Qing soldiers again, and even sent Qinggong masters to arrest him? !
The eight-year-old Hongdou used to be pale, crawling on the roof, and lowered her body to the end of the roof ridge.Rows of immortals and auspicious beasts offering blessings and birthdays are only a short distance away from my young self, but they all have strange grins that are different from those in the daytime.

The white shadow is still lingering, sometimes floating to the treetops, sometimes swaying close to the ground, the erratic corner of the skirt brushes the ground but disappears without a trace, it has turned from a short tree to a high branch, maybe at some point, it will look at the roof, Staring at himself with moss-green eyes like stagnant water in an ancient well...

The memory of childhood suddenly became active, and Hongdou desperately reminded himself that now he has martial arts, and the lightness kung fu of flying over eaves and walls!
But on second thought, what kind of qinggong can appear and disappear like a white shadow?
"You must run first, and you cannot be surrounded by others!"

This idea came out smoothly, and Hong Dou's desire to survive could no longer be suppressed. She looked around, and Hong Xiguan was still unconscious, with four silver needles stuck in his chest.

The sound of rustling footsteps is getting closer and closer, crossing broken walls and ruins, and they are silent with each other. They have already approached the hiding hut, but they seem to be frightened by something, hesitate to take any action...

It's Qing soldiers!
They must be afraid of Hong Xiguan!
Hongdou gritted her teeth hard, sweet-smelling blood rolled down her lips, she would never sit still and wait to die, she couldn't be like in her memory, she was found by her mother on the roof until dawn, she was already talking nonsense with a pale face.

Holding officer Hong Xi with one hand, and the death-throat choke gun with the other, the weight made it difficult for her to move freely, but gave her a sense of security.

She took the opportunity to gently push open the firewood door at the back of the house, and the hinges creaked.

There is no need for someone to teach you how to beat the east and the west. Hongdou grabbed the rotten pork that Jiang Wen threw on the ground, and threw it far out of the window with a hidden weapon!

The sound is instantly noisy!

Hongdou jumped into the field without hesitation, planning to escape into the depths of the woods after meeting the Qing army!
But after running for a long time, when she turned her head, she could still hear voices in her ears, but there was nothing in her eyes.

The scattered voices were insignificant and invisible, as if they had merged into the ground.

Hong Dou looked around blankly, and finally found some people lined up in two rows in the deserted alley in the middle of the village, moving indistinctly.

Pale and blood-stained face, thick and abnormal makeup, red and green rough clothes, this team of paper men marched side by side, their postures were extremely stiff, and they played joyfully with silent instruments, their movements were ridiculous and frightening .

But what they swaggered through the deserted village, walking coyly with their shoulders on their shoulders, was a pair of red lacquer coffins with no lid, bright colors to the point of glaring...

(End of this chapter)