Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of the Swordsman

Chapter 15

Some people say that the ruin of Sanliting was the famine during the reign of Tianqi, while others said it was the plague during the reign of Chongzhen.After all, this kind of regional disaster cannot be included in the history books. There are such speculations because there are very few records in the county annals.

[In the seventh year of the apocalypse, there was a flood, and the crops appeared and were drifted away, hungry. 】

[In the 12th year of Chongzhen, the heavy rain continued for days, the water rose, and those who drowned were helpless and hungry. 】

The villagers of Sanliting don't know their surnames, are brave, vulgar, and ugly. They don't have much contact with the town.

But in the memory of Xiamei Town, the story has been enriched and derived into many details.

Many old people in the town remember that there was a lunatic who ran out of Sanliting, and would appear on the edge of Xiamei Town every now and then, carrying a broken bag and saying that he wanted to sell grain, but when he opened it, there were only straw and thatch.

Zhao Wulang, who was hiding in the tofu shop in the town and worked day and night, was prematurely aging, and mysteriously told his neighbors after drinking that Sanliting was not so mysterious, and his uncle, grandma and sister married there.

When I first got married, life in Sanliting was not bad, and the surplus grain was able to brew farm wine, and the relative had a smile on his face when he returned to his mother's house.But later on, she became more and more withdrawn and talked less and less.

She came back on time on the [-]th of every month, and she didn't know how to say hello to her parents. She never ate fish and crabs, and she was not sensitive to chickens and ducks. She always carried a jagged and thorny stone in her arms.

What is slightly unusual is that she only looks twice when she sees the children in the family.

The old man in the family told Zhao Wulang that it was not an ordinary look, but that he wanted to break it apart and smash it into pieces in his eyes, wishing to dig out his stomach for a clear look.Regarding this problem, the family suspected that she was in a daze because she could not bear children, and began to worry about her going back to her natal family.

The reason for the two sides to cut off contact was when the family found her sitting by the water tank late at night, washing something.After a thousand questions, the relatives opened their mouths, and the teeth inside fell out one after another, exposing the wriggling foreign bodies that stuck to the mouth and penetrated into the skin and muscles. The rotten wound seemed to be covered with scabies...

After the drunk talk that day, the town said that Zhao Wulang's family made tofu for this relative, and no matter how he swore when he woke up, his family's business was visibly declining, and he was visibly getting older.

Stories about Sanliting emerged one after another, but they could not solve Jiang Wen's current practical problems.

He lost his way when he came back from looking for medicine.

This barren village is close to the ancient road, but the two are like parasitic vines tightly bound on a dead tree. Only the useless parts multiply rapidly, tightening into the texture of the trees, as if they are one.

From the foot of the mountain as the starting point, Jiang Wen walked slowly along the west side of the village, taking the path where Jiang Wen came from as the landmark.The field ridges that have been trampled for many years are full of plantains, forming a strange green path.

Jiang Wen went to the mountains, because only there can be found the main medicine of Daxiexin Decoction, five bowls of medicine can be mixed into one bowl, but the pharmacology is known, it is still possible to use a few main medicines to remove heart poison first.

But no matter how he walked, he couldn't finish the field ridge in front of the village, and when he looked back, the winding foothills were always not far behind him.

"Ghost hitting the wall?"

Jiang Wen murmured to himself, "This can be regarded as bumping into my head!"

After all, he gritted his teeth on the spot, and recited the night-moving mantra No. 20, the secret method, to remove the six-day hidden curse!

"I am Xiaoyou Allah, the Master of the Three Heavens. I used to receive the prescription of the Supreme God, the text of killing evil. Walking corpses at night, seven evil demon souls, nine ghosts and thieves, thousands of demons in groups. Hebertu soldiers, giant beasts Thousands. Slash thousands of monsters, and treat me as a cripple."

The weeds on both sides are higher than ordinary people, at this time the night wind is blowing and rustling, Jiang Wen's voice seems to startle something, his ears are slightly moving to listen to the movement around him, he follows the trail and jumps, ready to capture the lonely ghost !

...then scared away a few quails and pheasants that were nesting on the ground, and harvested four common food bird eggs.

"Hmph, you can't get used to them..."

Anyway, there was no one around, so Jiang Wen casually uttered a harsh word, packed the bird's eggs in his pocket, and continued to worry about in the vast wilderness.This incident also made him reconfirm one point. The spells he chanted seemed to only strengthen his courage.

Jiang Wen thought for a while, there might be a problem with this road, so he couldn't walk along the road.

But do you want him to break into this wild land where you can't see clearly?
But he changed his mind and thought that there is a better marker - the community tree at the entrance of the village, so he can go directly there!

"I don't have Taoism, but I have martial arts!"

Even the most mysterious zombie in history, the general Wang, was stabbed a few times at the ribbon-cutting ceremony in Shenzhen, so martial arts are not as good as supernatural powers, no matter how skilled you are, you are afraid of kitchen knives, right?
The so-called ghost hitting the wall phenomenon is because the essence of biological motion is circular motion.If there is no goal, the instinctive movement of any creature is a circle-well, even if martial arts are not successful, is science plus martial arts successful?
Jiang Wen saw the target and walked straight, ignoring all the things that might confuse his vision. This time, the troublesome ghost hitting the wall did not happen again.

When he came back to his senses, he was already standing at the end of the road. Jiang Wen climbed over a low wall and saw the towering citron trees at the entrance of the village.

"Sure enough, you have to believe in science. Look at this ghost, he's just inferior..."

At this moment, the moonlit night was shining brightly, and a shadow was floating on the high branch of the community tree, as if waving. Seeing Jiang Wen approaching, he slowly sank into the trees...

"...give me back my science!"

Jiang Wennu started from his heart, and without any scruples about Ghosting's face, he jumped onto the tree trunk, determined to seek an explanation from this ghost who did not follow the Basic Law.

But after Jiang Wen climbed to the high place, there was nothing on the tree trunk.

Taking advantage of the moonlight to break through the heavy clouds, he looked into the wild grass not far away, and vaguely saw dim lights flickering.

Standing on a high place, Jiang Wen finally understood why the ridge of the field was solid and flat, but the edge did not extend to the ridge of the field - because among the weeds, there were densely packed tombs wriggling in the grave!
Right in this barren tomb, there was a short black figure, who was a little shorter than ordinary people, walking in the grass in a dazed whole.

What's even weirder is that this thing has no head up and down. Instead of wriggling, crawling, walking, or jumping, it's heads and feet alternately landing on the ground, rolling and walking forward...

"On the day of Wuxu month and Bingshen day, Wuxu time..."

"Breaking in at this time..."

An indistinguishable, sinister voice sounded beside Jiang Wen.

A woman in red clothes suddenly appeared on the branch, standing with beautiful make-up, but her face under the red veil was hideously made of rice paper.

The oil on the paper face was visible, some places were bright, some places were dark, and the mouth with a wicked smile moved slightly.

Jiang Wen turned around abruptly, only a foot away from that terrifying face, and his eyes met.

The expression on Jiang Wen's face was extremely stiff, his neck muscles twitched slightly, and he couldn't speak a word with his mouth open.

—and sneezed.

"Sorry girl..."

Jiang Wen rubbed his nose, reached out and grabbed the empty sleeve of the red-clothed paper figurine, wiped it, and said gratefully, "I got lost here just now, and I met a bastard who was turning somersaults in the field to scare me, what are you doing?" Don't have any idea?"

The mouth of the red-clothed paper man was tightly closed, and the eyes painted with thick ink were empty, and he kept silent.

Jiang Wen thought for a while, then took out two bird eggs from his pocket.

"I don't ask you for nothing, tell the suspect where it is, and these two eggs will belong to you."

(End of this chapter)