Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of the Swordsman

Chapter 141

In the middle of the night, the houses in the palace alleys are dense, the bamboo and cypresses are reflected, and the abandoned gardens and ponds in the courtyard not only reflect the moonlight, but also reflect scenes of flickering lamps and candles and moving shadows of trees.

In this empty mansion, it seems that there are countless tree monsters and ghosts gathering here this night, resting and lying peacefully, wanting to spend this silent night.

In an ancient building in the style of the Ming Dynasty, there stands an equally old family temple. The door and couplets are peeling and cracked everywhere. family status.

It's just that at this moment, it's like a burnt pine wood in a furnace, leaving only a bit of the same appearance as before.

There was the sound of chanting in the air slowly.

The strong incense in the room has been changed to a tasteless ancient fragrance. They can barely convince themselves that this is the meaning and truth of the pure Dharma image. The sound of chanting sutras is hesitant and hasty, and they can barely think that it is caused by piety and heart.

But from beginning to end, they couldn't ignore the panic and helplessness in each other's eyes.

The Qing soldiers wandering outside the door had already found some clues, but lost their way in the winding narrow alley. At this time, more people were sent to search the alley, which seemed to be determined not to stop.

The encounters of several prominent family members are vivid in my mind, but the backbone of the Hongyang Sect cannot be contacted. The wandering incense crowd are like a fog, and they can only look forward to the faint news.

These are nothing.

There used to be many people who wanted to find them, but they got lost in the branches of the road in the end, but now there are more terrifying things, hovering between the bridges, corridors and houses of the ancient house, sniffing their scent...

A series of rustling footsteps sounded outside the door, knocking rhythmically on the door.Xiang Zhong looked out of the window and saw a thin and tall strange figure approaching ten feet.

The ghostly figure was carrying a mourning stick that reached straight to the eaves, wearing a bizarrely tall pointed hat, with a long tongue stretched out from its face, and was dancing slippery and twisted in mid-air, entangled into a treacherous and terrifying shadow.

"It... came again..."

"The seventh time..."

Someone was talking tremblingly, but was directly interrupted by the person next to him.

From the gap in the window, another piece of thin red paper floated in silently, and fell to the ground with the cold wind everywhere.

A villain with disjointed limbs and broken bones was drawn with crooked strokes on it, but he had an indescribably strange smiling face.

"The evil is hooked, the souls of the dead are attracted... quickly open the door..."

"You guys have done enough bad things, it's time to hit the road... Hehe..."

After two long babblings, no one spoke in the nunnery. They lowered their heads and stared at the unfolded ancient scrolls of the Buddha's body, waiting for the revelation and blessing of the gods and Buddhas in the sky.

All of them looked hopeless because of something unspoken.

The ecstasy envoys at the door wandered around for a long time tonight, and every time they bravely opened the door, they saw nothing but desolation outside the door, and an invisible sense of fear suddenly clenched their hearts.

So they locked the door tightly from the inside and swore never to open it. .

Since ancient times, ghosts and ghosts have only appeared in front of the dying, to prevent the dead from turning into ghosts because of their love for the world. Now that ghosts and gods are hovering outside the nunnery, doesn't it mean that everyone in this temple will die tonight?
They all thought of it.

The time of death is approaching, and it seems that both of them can see the Yintang as black as ink, and the ghost outside the door must be frightened by the innate light of the statue of the god and Buddha, so he dare not show up directly!

There are Qing soldiers outside and ghosts inside. They can only wait—waiting for the dawn, waiting for the evil spirits to disperse, and waiting for the ancient Buddha in front of them to hear their prayers and come to rescue these precarious poor people.

But at this moment, the clay sculpture in the shrine, which was covered by heavy curtains and neglected for a long time, suddenly shook and trembled.

The clay sculpture seemed to come alive. Something was swaying here and there, knocking against the edge of the wooden shrine, making loud noises.

The people in the nunnery became agitated, and they no longer knew where to hide.

Even through the curtain of the shrine, the pilgrims could clearly hear a crackling sound.

As the mud tire exploded, two dark-clothed, pale-faced shadows quietly appeared outside the door, pressing their strange faces against the window lattice.With a desolate low hoarse voice, the voice floats in the narrow and dull nunnery all-pervasively.

"Don't be hypocritical, what are you thinking in your heart..."

"Why do you need to pray in vain, I am waiting for someone who can be deceived by words..."

In the horrified eyes of the crowd, after the clay sculpture in the wooden shrine shattered suddenly, a room full of smoke and dust suddenly rose from the shrine, choking the nose and eyes, covering the sight.

Some people wanted to rush out of the nunnery, but were blocked by the heavy lock on the wooden door. They could only slap and cry in vain. Some people tried to control the fear in their hearts and suppressed their emotions, but they could only turn into distorted faces.

Amidst the smog, a playful voice sounded out of thin air, shaking the dust in the room.

"Since you see me, why don't you worship me!"

The sound reverberated, and dust swayed from the beams of the house. It seemed that a shadow flew up out of thin air, kicked over the incense burner, tore apart the curtains and emeralds, and sat on a high place proudly overlooking the house full of headless people. The fly-like incense crowd is as calm as a high-level god.

A large group of people knelt down in the hall, shoulder to shoulder, begging the existence on the high platform not to make a sound.

All kinds of God's condemnation in the folk rumors made them worry that if they offended some narrow-minded gods, they would encounter all kinds of misfortunes in the future.

It must be because they only worship the blood Buddha recently and have neglected the righteous gods and immortals in the nunnery, so that they will attract the next generation of real bodies and order the ghost messengers to cancel their lives!
"What sinful things have you done recently, why don't you tell me quickly!"

The voice on the high platform had a strange tone, and it sounded again. Someone tried to look up, but the brick in front of him suddenly shattered, as if smashed by an invisible giant pestle, leaving a deep fingerprint.

The Xiangmin in the nunnery kowtowed repeatedly, and hurriedly explained: "Xianjun Mingjian, we are all kind people in the lanes and alleys, and we have never done anything harmful!"

A corner of the bluestone ground was smashed down with a bang, and the gods on the high platform stood still, but outside the heavily locked door, there was the sound of wooden shackles and iron chains colliding and clashing. Floating around suddenly, it seems that they can no longer wait to capture these lonely ghosts.

What's more terrible is that if this continues, the Qing soldiers who blocked the three lanes and seven alleys are likely to follow the sound, slaughter the people here, and turn them into a massacre of slaughterhouse corpses.

"Those who plan to rob and entrap, harvest and cut off, together they will return to the secluded world, and their souls will enter the cold ice prison of Quanxiang, and they will never leave..."

The incense crowd looked at each other, and finally recommended an old man who kept begging.

"Xianjun Mingjian, we have never done this before, and we really have no way to explain it. Besides, the Hongyang Holy Child has been strictly prohibited from living in the world. Even the beggar gang in the city has been expelled one after another. How dare you harm the goodness of women and children!"

Smoke and clouds curled up on the high platform, as if they were about to ask questions, but the roof of the nunnery suddenly collapsed and cracked, and the tiles flew across, and the small temple was dismantled into an empty roof and four walls. Dispersed, disappeared into the air.

Four crisp sounds sounded, and soft silk cloth flew out from the four corners of the sky, hitting the blurred shadow above the shrine directly, while trying to disperse the thick smoke to find the culprit.

"Those who pretend to be gods and play ghosts, don't hurry to die!"

But in the blinding smoke, something is brighter.

It was a sword light that was colder and more invisible than moonlight!

A figure like a harrier flew up to the roof, and the moonlight illuminated Jiang Wen's face.Holding the ancient bronze sword in his hand, he raised his eyebrows to face him, and the piercing sword intent exuded from his body made people's brows tingle when they saw it.

"It's Goddess Liuding who is here!"

There was a burst of exclamation from the incense crowd.

Four ghostly figures rode away in the wind, their movements were bizarre, and Jiang Wen followed closely behind, and soon jumped from the roof of the nunnery into the middle of the courtyard, and then crossed the high gable wall and broke into a deserted pool garden. On the terrace of the water pavilion.

There, the bamboo shadows are whirling and the water lilies are luxuriant, and it seems that no one has taken care of them for a long time.

The four gauze garments were already waiting above, and when they saw Jiang Wen's figure coming, they did not run away, and immediately flew up, sometimes flying up and down like a ghost, and sometimes maintaining the same pace, and suddenly came in the opposite direction.

As a few people waved their sleeves, several veils were suddenly sent out, winding along the pavilion pillars, obstructing Jiang Wen's progress layer by layer.

The Qingsha sword was hard to hurt, but it was cut silently by Jiaoran's ancient bronze sword. The reverse scale thorn originated from the Minyue Kingdom in Wuyi Mountain was even fiercer, and it was swayed wantonly without concealing it.

Jiang Wen laughed loudly and said, "I think you're just pretending to be fools, so hurry up and hand him over!"

Regarding the kidnapping of Ningdie, Jiang Wen was puzzled.

According to Xiao Shitou's limited description of clues, it seems that the kidnapper has a unique smell, which he can instantly distinguish, but he can't tell what it is.

Jiang Wen thought about it for a while, and combined with the detail that Xiao Shitou misidentified Tian Qingwen's smell, he suddenly realized the answer.

It's powdery!

As the so-called woman is the one who pleases herself, Tian Qingwen has a lingering powdery smell on her body, and Ningdie has never been in the habit of dressing up, so the person who kidnapped Ningdie must be someone who also has the same smell on her body.

Most likely, they are a group of women with high martial arts skills!The reason why Xiao Shitou couldn't describe it was because not only did no one in the Wuyi faction apply incense powder, even there were no female relatives in the shopkeeper Fang's house!

So tonight, he led the Chang brothers to pretend to be gods and play ghosts, and finally forced out the goddess Liuding from the White Lotus Sect.

Hearing Jiang Wen's question, the faces of the four Liuding goddesses sank, and their hands became stronger. They saw the figures of the four gauze clothes flying in the air, bright and beautiful like a fairy, but their eyebrows and eyes were full of murderous intent.

The four of them took six feet in one step, six steps in parallel with each movement, and they were six feet away from each other in the water pavilion.

Every time Goddess Liuding cuts out with a sword, she suddenly changes her moves, so that the sharp sword can only cut off a corner of the veil, but can't go all the way, Jiang Wen.Slowly but deeper and deeper.

Under the siege of the four people, although Jiang Wen was in the empty pavilion, he suddenly felt that he had fallen into a situation where the doors were closed, and no matter how hard he struggled, there was nothing to do.

As if he was in the wilderness illuminated by the bright moon in the sky, he was panicked and had nothing to hide, and his wonderful martial arts moves were all pale and powerless in front of the "general trend" that was gradually locked and strangled.

Different from the Liuhe generals that Jiang Wen had encountered before, although these four people also vaguely occupied certain positions, they carried a more aggressive killing aura and kept suppressing their sword power, so that Jiang Wen could only use secret The airtight sword net broke through the veil, and then the hidden palm shadow was repelled by the spy machine.

"This seems to be... the jade girl's rebellion?!"

Jiang Wen suddenly remembered that there is "Dunjia Romance" in the Taoist collection of the Ming Dynasty. It was described in the book, "Yin and Yang escape, and there is no way to get out. If you are in a hurry, follow what God says."

At the beginning, Liujia God General learned Qimen Dunjia, so Liuding Goddess is also like this—this Jade Girl Anti-closed Art is itself one of Qimen Dunjia Liuding Liujia.

The book says, "Anyone who enters the battle to hide and arrest, travels in and out, and sees the noble official assuming his post, will go out of the gate of heaven and enter the house, ride on the jade girl, and go without seeing anyone." The original intention is to avoid danger and fortune in the battle , The way to get vitality.

However, when these people entered the martial arts formation, they did the opposite, using spells to determine the scene, rest, and open the Sanjimen, in order to monopolize the aura and push the opponent into injury, shock, and death. Among the three evil gates.

"Very interesting."

Jiang Wen wandered around in danger, ignoring the ever-tightening encirclement, and displayed a dazzling agility. It seemed that several phantoms appeared behind him in a few breaths, "But I see This set of martial arts formation originally required six people to perform, why did four people come today?"

The faces of the four female fans were covered with frost, and the veils were drawn by invisible forces and flew across the sky. When they broke the move, they also blocked the line of sight, regardless of Jiang Wen's sword shadow strangling.

"To deal with you, four people are enough!"

The four girls waved their hands at the same time, and the veil fell, only to hear the sound of silk threads in the sky, fluttering like a harp playing lightly in the high pavilion, and ethereal like a jasper, forming a beautiful sound in the city, vaguely imagining the clouds lying tired and the river pavilion standing silently, Someone sat and watched the wind and rain all over the city, slowly falling down and killing...

Murderous!
Seeing the flickering light, Jiang Wen hurriedly flew up, but before the ancient bronze sword was protected, he felt a chill on his face, followed by a slight tingling pain.

When he touched his face subconsciously, he realized that there was a tiny, imperceptible wound oozing blood, rolling down his face and falling to the ground.

The veil fluttered to the ground, covering the water pavilion, but with the strength of the goddess Liuding's elastic thread, it was cut into rags by countless criss-crossing fine silk threads.

Those tough and transparent celestial silk threads have been intertwined and connected together, buzzing with the onion fingers, and the more they get to the end of the thread, the more intense it becomes, turning into a celestial silk net that is better than a bone-eviscending blade. Wrap Jiang Wen in it.

Every time the ancient bronze sword in Jiang Wen's hand cut through one piece, the broken silk thread was thrown out like a steel whip, killing quickly, and the remaining silk thread could be knotted and entangled in one place again, forming a new formation. Lock down the opponent.

Clanking protruded, and the eight jade hands didn't hide it anymore. Taking advantage of the opportunity in a split second, they flicked the wire mesh, and the steel-tough wire suddenly tightened, quickly suppressing Jiang Wen's room for movement.

At this time, the people in the net are like flying insects falling into the net, no matter how fierce the sword is, how ethereal the body is, there will always be a way to go.

When both the past and the past are cut off, and the self is turned into a tiny drop in the vast ocean, and the ancients are nowhere to be seen, the only way is to fall into the invisible giant palm.

The situation became more and more critical. The celestial silk thread cut Jiang Wen's robe, and it seemed that he would touch the flesh texture with an inch, but his movements suddenly became agile.

It was a dizzying series of steps.

Jiang Wen suddenly turned around in a circle, dragging small and complicated steps back and forth in an unpredictable manner, as if circling in a circle, or just a desperate fight between trapped beasts.

The four Liuding goddesses didn't care, and continued to shrink the celestial silk net, resisting great obstacles to stimulate internal force, pouring into the celestial silk net, and tightening with the silk net dancing, trying to strangle the enemy in one fell swoop.

But Jiang Wen's movements were still going on, he was still moving in a certain direction in a certain order.

From the first step to the last step, it happened to walk a large and exquisite circle, and it happened to be able to avoid the ultimate move in the slightest, and crash into the imperceptible door of life.

At this time, the circle he walked out of was also getting bigger and bigger, and he swung his sword to cut off the silk threads of the silkworm one after another, flashing and turning in one go without any hindrance.

"Although the Qimen Dunjia is exquisite, it is also based on the Eight Diagrams of the Book of Changes. You know it but don't know why. How can you stop me?"

Jiang Wen smiled slightly, his footwork was urged again, and his gestures and gestures were almost at their peak, so that the goddess Liuding couldn't catch them. He only felt a whirlwind rising from the flat ground in the center of the water pavilion, and the sword, shadow and palm were flying continuously.

Goddess Liu Ding turned pale with fright, looked at each other and realized that something was wrong, the internal energy urging on her body was like a mud cow, but she couldn't stop, she even bit the tip of her tongue, and with the last internal force, she released her hand, breaking the complicated silk thread of silkworms in one fell swoop .

The spring rain is like silk that can soak the earth, but the rain that turns into silk from the sky blows down from all directions at this moment, and the sky is full of beautiful lights, but it causes indescribable disasters.

Shockingly, countless undetectable silk threads turned into deadly hidden weapons, as thin as a cow's hair, and shot at Jiang Wen's vitals.

The door of evil is suddenly revealed, the road to the underworld is opened, and the most dangerous move of the Silkworm Array has been launched!
A cold light flashed in Jiang Wen's eyes, and he didn't seem to notice the overwhelming rain of silkworms. The ancient bronze sword in his hand made a sound of dragon chant, and what turned out was an attacking move.

Countless delicate and subtle sword moves were swung out casually, every step was advanced but not retreated, the moves were all offensive, and the posture became more and more arbitrary.

Jiang Wen seemed to have forgotten all the thousands of changes in the world's swordsmanship. When the enemy was in front of him, he was not bound by the original swordsmanship at all, and he just slashed in one direction, cutting the sky full of silk rain.

At this moment, Goddess Liuding was spitting out blood due to her internal qi disorder. One person suddenly broke free and fell to the ground. yelled.

"It's hard to find the Virgin Mary, take the Virgin first, and we will stop the murderer!"

A well cellar suddenly appeared under the water pavilion. Two figures in white clothes with similar curves staggered and rushed out. One was weak and weak, and the other seemed to have a fresh wound on his leg, blood stained the white gauze, but he ignored it. Holding something in his arms and wanting to escape.

Jiang Wen shattered the sweeping veil again, flew up with a strange expression on his face, and the ancient bronze sword came out of his hand, firmly nailed to the opponent's way forward, and spoke to stop him.

"What do you call my apprentice? Did I get it wrong?"

One of the white-clothed women hastily turned her arms behind her, and asked sharply, "How can the saintess of this religion allow you to spy on me? What are you planning, a thief!"

Jiang Wenzai looked it over carefully, and was not interested in bullying these weak women who were lying on the ground vomiting blood. He was quite sure that the sleeping child opposite was his little apprentice.

"You White Lotus Sect is really interesting. When you go to someone's house and snatch a child, you call it your saint. This method of abducting and selling children is not very clever."

Jiang Wen looked at the wound on the woman's leg in white, "Don't try to deny it, the wound on your leg was bitten by my eldest apprentice. Otherwise, where did you say to see the child's tooth marks?"

"This girl possesses the Holy Fire Kung Fu of our sect and has already cultivated to the top of the six suns. You must have caught the sage girl at the helm! Don't talk nonsense!"

Jiang Wen frowned, and suddenly remembered that when he sneaked into the nunnery last time, he heard the Madonna of the Red Lotus talk about the Madonna of the White Lotus Sect who was burned by the scorching sun, and suddenly understood something.

Could it be that the other party sneaked into the Fuwei Escort, met Fu Ningdie who was practicing kung fu, and had some misunderstandings?
"Uh, the Liuyang Huiding you are talking about refers to some kind of inner strength that is extremely yang and powerful?"

He walked among the group of people, mobilizing the internal force flowing through the body's meridians, surging like a torrent.

"is this correct?"

Jiang Wen clenched his fists and let out a soft drink, surging internal energy surged from the big holes all over his body, turning into a raging heat wave and rushing toward his face.

With Jiang Wen's body as the center, the six Liuding goddesses were guarding vigilantly. Suddenly, they felt a burst of heat, which seemed to undulate like billowing waves. It instantly melted away the coldness of the midwinter night, and erupted for nine days like this. This time, even after the vast water vapor surged outside the water pavilion, it barely stopped,

"As a master, I know how to do this martial art. I'm also the saint of the Nine Suns Guiyi in your White Lotus Sect?"

The different expressions of the goddesses of Liuding froze on their faces, and the woman in white with a wound on her leg was even more dazed. She accidentally dropped the child in her arms to the ground, but fortunately, Jiang Wen quickly caught it.

"Quickly tell me, what happened to your White Lotus Sect?"

Jiang Wen took an attitude of negotiating, and sensed a hint of conspiracy.It is true that the goddess Liuding of the White Lotus Sect kidnapped Ningdie tonight, but why they went to the Fuwei Escort seems to be a matter of unknown reason.

You can trust anyone in the arena, but you must never trust coincidences, so this is what he cares most about.

(End of this chapter)