Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of the Swordsman

In the early spring when the fish belly was white and cold, a branch of wild apricot blossoms slanted out and blocked the road. It turned into a pink and white light mist and filled the field of vision everywhere.

Jiang Wen was sitting under a tall oak tree, squinting his eyes and staring at the sharp blade in front of him, with one hand condensed to gather momentum, but his peripheral vision was blurred in the light smoke and mist.

However, the haze in front of the eyes does not hinder the clearness of the ears, and the bells of the pack horses are ringing, which clearly shows that those old horses who cannot rest because of their livelihood and are covered with morning dew are crossing the vast forest at this time before walking along the ancient road. Walking unsteadily towards the mountain village.

Jiang Wen stayed here, staring at Han Wang Qing Dao for almost an hour. Luo Shuang'er heard him chanting words such as "no wind and cloud don't move", "cloud moves heart like wind", "when encountering wind and cloud, you will turn into a dragon", "you Don't come here", I think it is some unfathomable mental formula.

However, once Luo Shuang'er asked him what he was doing, Jiang Wen would say that his three-point return to vitality cultivation had reached a critical moment, and he planned to take this opportunity to make a breakthrough in one fell swoop, and they would not go anywhere else today.

Luo Shuang'er nodded half-understood, as if she agreed with Jiang Wen's explanation, then followed Jiang Wen's instructions and walked into a residential house that woke up early in the morning, and went to have a fast meal in the name of Xitan Temple, so The last words of this small village disappeared again, and fell into silence again.

Fengwei Village is a typical village surrounded by mountains and rivers. It is located at the foot of Fenghuang Mountain in the middle finger of Jizu Mountain. The surrounding vegetation is verdant, the hazelnuts are luxuriant, and the gurgling water flows through the village in a streamlined shape. Traditional houses with blue tiles and white walls Built along the river, it seems that everything in the settlement is still sleeping peacefully and will not wake up.

It's a pity that there are always bugs that disturb people's dreams in the morning sleep. At this time, Zhengmao broke into the village rashly. It was a young monk with a dark complexion who didn't look like a Han, and hurried past along the stone road carrying a paper bag.

He crossed the flowers and willows on both sides without distraction, and almost missed the target. Fortunately, a team of pack horses on the stone bridge met him on a narrow road, and the little monk was able to meet this majestic knight sitting alone when he turned around. .

"Benefactor Jiang, I finally found you...why are you hiding here?"

Jiang Wenyu turned his head slowly, and found a kind-faced little monk walking towards him, holding a bunch of paper bags in both hands, but there seemed to be a shallow bruise on his forehead for some reason. It's especially noticeable on the scalp.

"Little master, I have no food and clothing in your Xitan Temple, so it's reasonable to go to the foot of the mountain to find something to eat, right? Seeing how out of breath you look, could it be that you have searched around Jizu Mountain?"

Jiang Wen suddenly turned his head and waving his sleeves, the long knife like frost and snow disappeared from the stone table, then slowly stood up and saluted the young monk.The magic-like performance made the little monk unable to recover for a long time.

"Hey, although I promised Abbot Hongbian to investigate this matter, there is no such thing as an exhaustive plan. Just don't talk, let me guess..."

Jiang Wen touched his chin and said in thought.

"Did Abbot Hongbian order you to go down the mountain and find me immediately after buying all the medicinal materials? Did he ask me if I have any new clues? And the injury on your head, was it caused by the doctor in the village?"

Jiang Wen spoke in an anti-customer manner, and every time he said a word, the little monk's face was filled with surprise. After a few words, he almost threw himself at Jiang Wen, and almost fell to his knees with his hands clasped together.

"Benefactor, are you, are you able to attain his supernatural powers through practice? How do you know what the little monk is trying to say?"

The previous two incidents Jiang Wen even guessed were close to ten, and the incident of the doctor beating someone was in his expectation.

Yesterday Jiang Wen asked Abbot Hongbian to prepare amethyst, tortoise shell, antler, angelica and other medicines, which are used to treat the chronic diseases in Luo Shuanger's eight meridians. Irregular menstruation, miscarriage and metrorrhagia, the prescription was later included in the "Clinical Guide to Medical Cases Postpartum Door".

Just ask him, a young monk, if he mysteriously went to grab these medicines early in the morning, would he not be beaten?It is the benevolence of the opposite doctor to be able to catch the medicine now.

Jiang Wen smiled mysteriously: "Little master, sit down and talk slowly, I know you are in a hurry, but don't be in a hurry. There is no magic power in this world, don't be fooled by it."

But as soon as the supernatural power was mentioned, the little monk who was so flustered that he had no backbone in front of him clasped his hands firmly and said, "Master Jiang, don't lie to me. I have seen supernatural powers with my own eyes. I became a monk to learn supernatural powers."

Jiang Wen glanced at the little monk in astonishment, puzzled by the other party's extremely determined attitude, but shook his head helplessly in an instant.

Seeing that the other party bowed his head firmly and remained silent, obviously not intending to listen to others' words, Jiang Wen then asked: "I haven't asked what is the name of the little master yet?"

"My name is Ajulin."

The little monk lowered his head and said naturally, and it was only after the words came out that he suddenly realized, "The name my master gave me is Pinzhao."

"Pinzhao is the Dharma name of a guest monk? Where is the manager of Meng He's lobby?"

Jiang Wen nodded silently and said: "I see, little master, you are simple by nature and quick-witted. It doesn't seem to be a good thing to escape into Buddhism early. Are you interested in learning some Taoism and Confucianism from me?"

"I, I never thought about this... Donor, you should follow me back to meet the abbot..."

The little monk Pinzhao was almost unable to keep up with Jiang Wen's train of thought. He was taken aback for a moment, and then he answered in Chinese with great difficulty, and then he was able to remain entangled in the matter of supernatural powers and responsibilities, "Benefactor, According to you, can people who study Taoism and Confucianism also practice and attain supernatural powers?"

"What about supernatural powers? In the Buddhist scriptures, the Venerable Mulian often used supernatural powers to save people, but in the end, he himself was beaten to death by outsiders with sticks. It can be seen that supernatural powers are no match for Dingye."

Jiang Wen saw that the other party only recognized supernatural powers, so he couldn't help being a little amused: "You are still young, you can definitely get in touch with each other more, and then decide how to go in the future, and think about other things before we talk..."

The little monk listened ignorantly, and Jiang Wen started rambling on, leaving the anxious little monk where he was.

The two of them were still chatting outside the door, when Jiang heard the words, Luo Shuang'er turned out from the farmhouse, holding a pot of fragrant fried bait in his hand, placed it on the surprisingly cramped stone table, and picked it up from the apricot tree. I broke off two branches on the top and removed the excess branches, and held them in my hand.

In the slightly drunk spring breeze, these staple foods made of rice are steamed and kneaded, and then sliced ​​and fried with ham, bacon, eggs, pickled vegetables and other ingredients. Compared with the ground porridge noodles, it lacks the warmth of the soup, but the taste is more chewy, with an indescribable smoothness in the softness.

Luo Shuang'er saw that the two of them had no intention of eating, so she looked at Jiang Wen and the two chatting with puzzled eyes, and quickly ate up the contents of the basin, then wiped her mouth calmly, and kept With suffocating elegance, he never spoke.

"Uh...Sister Shuang, you really don't intend to save some for me?"

Jiang Wen came back to his senses, only to realize that there was only an empty plate left in front of him, so he could only smack his lips, realizing that his habit of being a good teacher might need to be corrected.

Jiang Wen had been with the three young apprentices day and night for some time ago, and was used to having people around him to listen to him nagging and teaching, but when he suddenly separated, he had to admit that as a master, he might be the one he was least used to. Subconsciously, I wanted to grab someone to chat with me.

The only thing in the world that cannot be changed is the impermanence of the world itself. Even if the river flows and stones don't turn, they will eventually leave traces.But facing Luo Shuang'er, Jiang Wen found that the topics between the two of them were lackluster.

I recalled it hastily, Jiang Wen and the three apprentices are master-apprentice father-son relationship, and in front of Yan Yongchun and Yuan Ziyi, he is also a senior fellow in martial arts. Miss Luo, who was protected and protected by her father, could not find a suitable topic to chat with.

Zhuangzi explained this problem thousands of years ago. In Zhuangzi's words, "going away from people will make you long, and thinking about people will make you deep."As a person grows, people will become less and less aware of themselves, that is, they will be farther and farther away from the familiar self, until suddenly a familiar person or scene pulls you back to the past, making you try to recall the original Myself, and the so-called dialogue is just talking to my original self.

To describe the current predicament in a more concrete and simple language, Jiang Wen believes that it may be described in two words - "generation gap".

Jiang Wen doesn't know if it's generational or not, but this sad thick barrier is real. At least Jiang Wen knew that when he was in junior high school, there would never be an old man who suddenly popped up to save the world, and then kicked him. The bizarre experience of kicking thousands of miles away in the wilderness to survive, the difference between the two of them in the same age group is probably Renabelle and Annabelle - one can't smoke no matter what, the other can't throw away no matter what, almost There is no comparison.

And Jiang Wen's slightly awkward silence became a kind of riddle in Luo Shuang'er's eyes. She only remembered that the other party dragged her around the mountains and plains, but she didn't explain anything.

What Pinzhao didn't know was that Jiang Wen and the two left Xitan Temple almost without sleep after going through a lot of twists and turns last night. They first searched along Ma'an Ridge and soon found a In the stupa with bones excavated at night, the traces of the soil layer being turned over are obvious, but the things in the tomb have disappeared.

Afterwards, Jiang and Luo went down the hillside, passed a lot of temples with their shoulders, heard and saw the silent and quiet atmosphere inside, and finally stopped in the village at the foot of the mountain.

After a whole night of hurrying, the result was a rumbling stomach. Jiang Wen frowned all the way and kept silent, which made Luo Shuang'er full of doubts and couldn't answer, and she continued to remain silent along the way—

She could feel that Jiang Wen was looking for something that should have appeared but had been missing for a long time, as if she was waiting for a fallen leaf in the cold forest or a half lotus on the deep pond. Still very sure.

"Sister Shuang, don't underestimate this Fengwei Village, the things we were looking for back and forth must have landed here."

Seeing that Luo Shuang'er's suspicion persisted, Jiang Wen decided to try to communicate again, and stretched out his left hand to the foot of Fengwei Village, "According to the divination I made before I went out, it's hard to linger, and the date of seeking is not yet clear. Things should be slowed down, those who have gone have not returned, and there is no result in rushing for success. The five elements of today's occupation belong to water, and the orientation is north. As long as we wait here, we will surely achieve something."

It's not that Jiang Wen is talking nonsense, but he knows that as long as he stays in this Fengwei village, he will be able to find clues - this is determined by the terrain and humanities of Jizu Mountain.

In addition to the seemingly clean and peaceful atmosphere, there is the fact that cultivated land in this mountainous area is scarce. The available cultivated land near Jizu Mountain is only a dozen acres of paddy fields and more than a hundred acres of dry land, which is not enough to supply the whole area. The temple produces good farmland under its name. The thousand-acre Xitan Temple is also mostly allocated by the Mu family on paper.

Therefore, the materials needed for this "Tiankai Buddha Land" depend on external transportation, and then follow the only road that goes straight up Jizu Mountain to wind up the mountain. If someone wants to leave, they must not leave this only road connected to the outside world. .

Jiang Wen sat on the stone bench thoughtfully, not caring about the embarrassment of having nothing in his waist, and asked the host for another plate of fried bait, and the farmer hospitablely brought a bowl of black baby tea, Luo Shuang'er After just one sip, he was persuaded by the bitter and cold taste, leaving Jiang Wen to slowly taste the bowl of bitter tea.

"Sister Shuang, I dragged you to run around on the mountain yesterday because the Xitan Temple is now covered in fog. I have to figure out the things I can't figure out first."

This behavior is commonly known as exploring the fog to broaden the horizon. Jiang Wen stretched out his finger while holding the tea bowl, and slowly calculated, "For example, how did the masked man come and go yesterday? what happened……"

The little monk still didn't understand what the other person said, so he said first: "Benefactor, when will the person we are looking for appear? What if they go out from the mountain in disguise?"

Jiang Wen smiled slightly: "I believe that Abbot Hongbian's judgment is accurate, and I also think that this time's night break into Fayun Pavilion was done by Pingxi King Wu Sangui's men. As long as it is confirmed that this is what those Jianghu masters did, then they will follow suit." I can figure out what I will do when I come down."

Why does Jiang Wen believe that the other party is a martial artist?Because only people in the martial arts world can do this kind of thing.

If the military chiefs of Prince Pingxi's Mansion were to do this, they would only need to fabricate a charge of being an enemy and bandit for Xitan Temple, and they would be able to send troops to tie up all the bald heads in the temple.It can be as overbearing and unreasonable as King Pingxi's detainment of Lijiang chieftain Mu Yi. There is no need to go to Fayun Pavilion at night, and he has to be extremely arrogant to hurt people.

This time, the man in black did things in a secretive manner, obviously relying on his martial arts to be able to come and go freely. People in the martial arts like this are looking for a famous and stable top performer when they do things. Leave, spread out and become a laughing stock.

Therefore, even if people in the martial arts are going to steal or rob, they have to rob the rich and powerful families like Luo Yuantong, robbing eight wealthy families in Jinling overnight with open fire, in order to make their reputation famous.

So Jiang Wen likes to deal with people in the Jianghu the most. These well-defined Jianghu doorways are almost a perfect replica of Song Xianggong's Hongshui battle, but the effect is just the opposite. Senior veterans who are masters, don't have to worry about the sap, lime and gang fights coming everywhere when they go out.

"The person we are waiting for will come soon. Don't worry, you just stay here and watch the show..."

While Jiang Wen was talking, he could already clearly hear the sound of footsteps coming from far and near. It seemed that this Fengwei Village had just woken up from a dream and finally took sleepy steps.

So Jiang Wen stood up against the table, and came to the stone path with light kung fu in his clothes, without a trace of fireworks. His left hand flashed coldly, and Han Wang Qingdao pointed at the two people who were galloping down the mountain in the distance. In this way, Ya An stood tall and blocked the way, and said to the distance——

"Hand over the things, and I will spare your lives."

The galloping horse kicked up the flying dust, and the two well-dressed people appeared as expected, but they looked quite arrogant, not only did they have no intention of stopping, they even whipped the whip to speed up again.

Jiang Wenyi stood still in the middle of the road, and the other party didn't pay attention to the madman with a broken arm. They all rode their horses towards him, stretched their ape arms on the horse, and at the same time pulled out a shining long sword from its sheath. .

The gap between the horse and the horse is not enough to describe, I saw Jiang Wen staring intently, holding the knife in his left hand, suddenly leaping sideways into the air, touching the saddle of the galloping horse with his toes, the blade of the knife reflected the rising sun in the sky, and swung it out of thin air An extremely dazzling blade light passed close to the vital points of the horses and knights, intertwined with the long sword miraculously, and disappeared in the cold air in an instant.

The two of them only felt a blur in front of their eyes and a chill in their bodies. After a flash of light, they reined in their horses in panic. The two martial arts practitioners found a big opening in their clothes. The next string of blood beads smeared with an unbearable tingling sensation. If the incision had been an inch deeper, the two of them would have been ripped apart.

The two martial arts people looked at each other, jumped off the horse and said to Jiang Wen with vigilance.

"My friend, we are working for Pingxi Palace."

There was no response to this.

In addition to Han Wangqingdao, Jiang Wen was holding an old thread-bound book at this time, and was slowly looking at it under the sunlight, but the book had no cover on the outside, as if it had been bound into a book casually. He never looked directly at the two people in front of him, and only spoke back after a long time.

"Two friends, what about the Pingxi Palace, what you have in your hands is clearly something from Xitan Temple."

As soon as this remark came out, it was equivalent to reporting the name, and it was self-evident that it was an enemy or not a friend. The link of notifying the name was even skipped. Two martial arts masters took advantage of the situation and surrounded him from left to right. Jiang Wen.

"Your Excellency is good at martial arts, but you only have one good arm. Today we two brothers fought against you, do you have any complaints? As long as we hand over what we have in hand, we can pretend that this incident never happened."

The tall and thin middle-aged master held a sword in his hand and said in a deep voice.

He stared closely at the short knife on Jiang Wen's waist, guessing that what the other party used originally must be the technique of double swords.

Just now I was let go by Jiang Wen by accident, but they are one against two, facing a one-armed man with four hands against one punch, there is absolutely no reason to lose in a fight, so they simply opened their mouths .

But Jiang Wen smiled slightly, dismissing the rules advocated by the two.

"I'm killing people with long knives, but I'm wrong with short knives. What do you know?"

Facing such arrogant arrogance, the two of them were not polite any more, swiping their swords from left to right, their moves were smooth and fierce, and they were unwilling to reveal even a single flaw.

Facing the threat of a two-pronged attack, Jiang Wen's response was particularly strange.

His saber technique is proficient and delicate, even if he uses it with one arm, he can still display full power.The swordsmanship of the two were like splashing water, Jiang Wen only raised the knife to block it a few times, but then stepped forward and made a move, using the unexpected way of raising the knife to lean forward.

"Junior brother, be careful, this person uses the sword as an axis to move into the body, slashing and slashing, it is clearly the way of using a single sword to smash a spear!"

The two martial arts masters talked to each other and exposed Jiang Wen's moves, then changed their positions and attacked again with their swords.

At this time, the two also gradually discovered that other people's swords were walking side by side, but Jiang Wen's swordsmanship was full of unexpected changes. He still went straight at the beginning, and then turned into a head-wrapping move. Sweeping thousands of troops, he took advantage of the situation and came to smash Huashan, but he still looked serious, no matter how he responded, he never fell into the wind.

The two martial arts masters exchanged a look, and finally showed their housekeeping skills. They saw that their eyes changed when they met each other, and the sword moves that were like clouds and impermanence gradually restrained Jiang Wen's false and real sword skills .

The swordsmanship of the two people is uneven, their body skills are moving here and there, their moves are sometimes as slow as clouds, or as fast as thunder, their moves are firm and soft, and their progression is unpredictable. Jiang Wen, who dared to stop a horse, The master seemed to be entangled by two drunk men who were rolling around, but he couldn't solve the dilemma for a while.

"You are not drunk when you are drunk, and you are not drunk when you are drunk. It turns out that you two are good at the Zui Eight Immortals swordsmanship..."

Jiang Wen blocked the left and right with the Han Wang Qingdao in his hand, looking for openings between the two of them with delicate steps, and kept wandering around the field.

The two martial arts masters who can cooperate with each other tacitly, the blows are as slow as the breeze, but the sword is invisible, and the light of the sword is invisible in the midst of changes. , the strength in the swordsmanship gradually increased, and the sword moves of the two collided like silk, and they wanted to suppress Jiang Wen's sword moves.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but the two martial arts masters felt a breeze brushing their cheeks. At this time, the shadow of the sword came to them, and the sword move was frustrated. Jiang Wen suddenly raised his head in the deadlocked situation, and looked at the two who were sure to win.

But Jiang Wen's seemingly unintentional look was more powerful than all the deliberate staring eyes they had ever seen. The seemingly unintentional, seemingly unintentional, momentary meeting of stone and fire made them see from a glance Here comes the biting chill!
This move has no foreshadowing and no advance move, it seems to be just a last resort after the saber power is exhausted, blocking all the retreat routes of the enemy and ourselves, because it is too simple and direct, the speed of the move is unexpected, the two martial arts masters have no time at all Prepared, accepted the move and resisted out of subconscious reaction, and finally faced the unexpected result together——

Defeated!

"Your swordsmanship is good, but if you practice swords, you practice swords, and if you drink alcohol, you drink alcohol. If you insist on mixing together, it is a miracle that you can live to this day..."

Jiang Wen slowly withdrew his saber, and the ultimate move finally passed the vital points of the two of them.He took the reins of the two steeds, held up the old thread-bound book in his hand, and walked slowly between the two men who were vomiting blood with their swords folded, and the winner was already decided.

At this time, Pinzhao under the oak tree at the side ran up excitedly and said to Jiang Wen, "Benefactor Jiang, you really know supernatural powers!"

Jiang Wen looked at Pinzhao in astonishment, not knowing how the other party's brain circuit was structured, and why the three sentences were inseparable from supernatural powers.

Jiang Wen had always wanted to lure Luo Shuang'er into the Wuyi faction for protection, but it was a pity that relying on his own appearance was of no avail, so he could only resort to some external force.After much deliberation, his method is to arouse admiration and increase his favorability. For example, ordinary sword techniques are nothing more than chopping, chopping, cutting, and slashing.
He had just finished showing off in front of Luo Shuang'er at this time, and he managed to create a style of a master, how could his atmosphere be broken?Therefore, it is a bit timid to say to the little monk that he does not understand supernatural powers. At this moment, he must say something that fits his status.

"Uh, little master, I have supernatural powers, please keep it secret..."

After searching his guts, Jiang Wen said in a low voice.

"It is fate to meet you today. Today, I will teach you some ways of a gentleman to test your understanding--Zi said that those who know do not confuse, those who are benevolent do not worry, those who are brave do not fear, and those who are wise do not become deaf..."