Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of the Swordsman

Chapter 4 Self-defeating
Jiang Wen, who was still bargaining with the merchants, felt that there was a commotion outside, and the customers gradually became rare. He finally had a chance to deal with the unscrupulous merchant in front of him who raised prices fiercely in the autumn.

Two autumn quilts with three taels of silver, why not grab them?
But not long after, a guest who watched the excitement came back to report.

"Go and see, there is a fight upstairs in Hongbin!"

Hearing this sentence, the customers of the store expressed their disdain.

"Cut! When will there be no fights in Hongbin Tower?"

"The owner of the restaurant opened the handicap by himself. You can even bet on the time of the fight and the number of casualties. What's so special about fighting?"

"Don't look, the boss hired me, I lost three or two last time I bet! It must be a shady scene!"

"We are all scholars, will we not be surprised by favor or humiliation?"

The imperial court once commended Jianning Mansion as a town of morality and righteousness, and households with poems and books. The townspeople can see that they don't want others to do such things that damage the identity of farming and studying people.

To be precise, in Jianning Mansion, "the people who are outstanding are in the literature, and those who are fierce are also fierce." It probably means that a scholar came here and tremblingly said that everyone here has both cultural relics. Very nice to speak, I love it here.

After all, there are mountains and rivers here, there are many people and few fields, and the farmers even have to work hard to make ends meet. As a farmer who reads poetry and books, it is reasonable to know how to hold a knife, right?

And according to a former county magistrate, the people here have always liked to "wield swords and hold arrows, fight openly, hide from service and avoid gifts, and use short and long points to compete for their own interests." Chen Haonan can only be regarded as quite gregarious and relatively friendly here. Vigorous youth.

The guest who came back to report also felt that he had made a fuss, and continued with a little shame: "I saw that the other side is more lively. There is a girl who sold her body to bury her mother, and she is very beautiful!"

"Where are the people!"

"It is incumbent to have such a good deed!"

"How can we wait for the scholars to see death and refuse to save them!"

The store exploded in an instant, and before the words were finished, all the customers in the store had disappeared.

"Tch, you still say that you are a scholar. Boss, whether you will sell it or not...Huh? Where are you?"

Jiang Wen went on shopping disdainfully, only to realize that even the shop assistants had gone to watch the excitement of selling one's body and burying one's mother.

Then, while expressing contempt, he left a copper coin, and packed the quilt away by himself.

Jiang Wen walked out of the shop and found that there was a lot of excitement on both sides.Especially the girl who sells her body to bury her mother, but the Jingchai sarong can't hide her beauty. When she lowers her head and wipes her tears, her eyes flow, she has an indescribable charm and cuteness, and the plain clothes are more pure and beautiful.

But Jiang Wen didn't plan to go that way.

What about pretty girls?He is a scholar.Everyone in the rivers and lakes knows that women represent trouble, and beautiful women represent great trouble. With his weak foundation in the school, he is not enough to attract the eyes of the thief mother and daughter.

According to Zhang Wuji, the more beautiful a woman is, the more she can deceive others, so this woman is a liar at first glance!
Jiang Wen turned around and looked around, only to find that Xiao Shitou and Ning Die were standing at the edge of a show, watching the hard qigong performing the hard qigong with the throat cut off the gun barrel and the chest connected to the knife edge.

With a rag in his mouth, the rough and burly performer grunted, and the wax wood gun barrel snapped, and there was only a shallow dent in the most fragile throat of the human body.

The puppets on the side applauded, but those who gained more were questioned.

"That's it?" "Is it fake?" "I'm tired of watching it, I have nothing else to go!" "It's gone."

The big man performing arts looked resentful, lowered his head silently, picked up a simple knife from the side, chopped a piece of wood first, and then slashed at his abdomen.

Every knife was exhausted, as if he wanted to kill those who questioned him, but he was forced to bow his head and bear it because of his livelihood, and he only got more ridicule.

"Just now, this person was performing arts at the gate of the Yue Family Knife, and was driven here. It's nothing to look at."

Someone nearby was talking loudly on purpose.

Jiang Wen took a second look to confirm that the person in front of him has kung fu, but he doesn't know the tricks of walking in the rivers and lakes.

Jianghu performing arts has its own set of rules and methods, just like live broadcasting with goods, you have to make up stories, lay the groundwork, and go through the process. Sell ​​a Dali pill or something.

Like this person who is a performer, he has kung fu, but he is seriously lacking in spectacle, and he can't learn to wow people's appetites. No matter how powerful his skills are, he can't stand repeated performances over and over again.

The audience in Xiamei Town was born in the small theater of Deyun Society, and they were used to grabbing the stage to coax the performers to show their real skills. Who would have thought that this person was really stunned.

Speaking of being stupefied, Jiang Wen glanced at his apprentice and found that Ning Die was absent-mindedly ignoring him, but Xiao Shitou was engrossed in watching him.

"...Are you looking so seriously? Do you guys have similar interests?"

Compared with the usual showmanship of men, the blood splattered upstairs in Hongbin is more interesting, but the merchants in Xiamei Town stopped to watch, pointing downstairs, and commented that today's fight is strong enough, the boss has spent a lot of money up!

It rained again, the window of the Hongbin Building was slammed open, a middle-aged man covered in blood fell from the sky, and landed heavily on the wet stone road, the last trace of blood on his face suddenly dissipated, his eyes bulged Sudden, already dead.

Hong Xiguan was holding a silver spear, and with a light turn, he dismantled the spear into three pieces and put them in the package, grabbed the wooden pole of the wine flag at the door and flew down, without any fumes.

The onlookers applauded for a while—then moved out of the way, expressing that they couldn't be provoked.

"Wending, let's go."

Hong Xiguan's voice was even colder, without a trace of blood from Hongbinlou's stump.

But Wen Ding, who has been with his father for many years, can naturally hear something wrong in his tone, so he walks out of the crowd and follows his father.

Jiang Wen saw all of this, and told Xiao Shitou and Ning Die not to run around, and then dodged into a side alley.

The two sneaky people are too obvious, and they don't have the aggressive temperament of the locals at all.

"Two, what are you doing?"

Jiang Wen stopped two traveling merchants on this path.

The two vendors froze, and one of them put down his burden and turned his head vigilantly, "What are you looking at!"

Jiang Wen smiled: "What are you doing here?"

The other shopkeeper quickly turned his head, pretending to be wearing pants, with an honest smile on his face.

Carrying the suitcase on his back, he hurriedly tidied his clothes, turned his head and smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry I couldn't hold it back, let's go now..."

The two shopkeepers bowed their heads and apologized again and again, one left and one right walked past Jiang Wen quickly, but at the moment they crossed each other, they looked at each other, and they saw the murderous intent in each other's eyes tacitly.

The burden peddler's shoulder pole fell to the ground, and he raised his hand to pull out the stabbing eye. The back box peddler also held a sharp knife and stabbed at Jiang Wen's waist. This set of combined attack movements seemed to have been practiced countless times, and it stretched out like a cloud and flowing water!
But the movements of the two couldn't continue, and they were easily blocked by Jiang Wen's left and right hands, and the weapons were knocked down to the ground.

The two didn't even notice how each other moved their hands, and quickly revealed their identities.

"We are secret agents of the imperial court! Let go!"

"spy?"

Jiang Wen remained unmoved, and kept slapping the faces of the two of them, "Then I am General Songpo's pistol captain."

After being slapped by Jiang Wen, the two shopkeepers distanced themselves from him in embarrassment.

In order to keep secret, the arrest of Officer Hong Xi was carried out directly by the secret agents of the Ministry of Punishment. They did not notify the local government, let alone travel in official uniforms. Therefore, even if Officer Hong Xi killed people in the street, the county government would only think it was an ordinary fight.

It's good to silence the mouth, and it's wonderful to silence the mouth. I just weakened my martial arts, but it's not that I lost all my martial arts. How could I let go of this opportunity?
Besides, cutting off these two eyeliners should be able to delay the Qing court's actions...

Some people may say that murder in the street is a homicide case, which will only leave more hidden dangers.But since the overthrow of Shenzhou, the most common thing used by the Chong'an county government for cooking is the daily murder case files—just like today, how could a small county government dare to investigate thoroughly whether the murderer was an official or a bandit?
"Mianzhang, the posture is good. The Great Compassion Fist is in a mess."

Seeing the two spies who wanted to report back, posing in the alley, Jiang Wen's face gradually became serious.

"But looking at your organizational structure, one out of every two people is a Shaolin traitor. The monks will have a hard time in the future..."

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"Wending, someone is following us."

As they walked, Hong Xiguan spoke.

"Father, she is also a poor person, she wants to go with us."

Hong Wending's voice was very soft, his eyes turned to the back and followed all the way, looking at their Ning Die pitifully, "Just send her to her family."

Officer Hong Xi's eyebrows were filled with fierce anger. Hearing Wen Ding mention the word "family" and thinking of his eldest brother who died on the stone road, his momentum finally weakened and he did not speak out against it.

Ning Die followed two steps closely, and found that the two people in front did not try to get rid of her, so she couldn't help but get up happily.

Finally escaped from suspicious human traffickers!

But on the other side, when Jiang Wen went back refreshed, he found that the booth for performing arts had been removed, and there seemed to be traces of a fight.

Jiang Wen was dumbfounded.

Little Shitou braved the rain alone, picked up the scattered copper coins on the ground, and hurriedly asked him.

"Little Shitou, where did your junior sister Ningdie go?"

Where is Jiang Wen's apprentice?

So where did the big apprentice go?
Didn't you just watch the excitement?

Xiao Shitou raised his head to look at the master, and made an expression, letting Jiang Wen experience it for himself.

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[Junior Sister?What is a junior sister?Can I eat it? 】

Braving the rain and following along the road to inquire, Jiang Wen finally knew who his good apprentice ran away with—after all the calculations, he did not expect Hong Xiguan's protagonist halo to be so bright that he would abduct Ning Die casually.

.........

Looking at the deep house of Ma Jiashan's family, the "famous local sage", Jiang Wen took a deep breath at the door, turned around and went back with the only remaining disciples.

Self-inflicted, Jiang Wen followed all the way to interrupt the progress of the plot, but he still couldn't resist the inertia of the development of the matter.

"Little Stone, let's go back to the mountain!"

If he didn't leave, he was worried that the last apprentice would be abducted.

At the same time, Jiang Wen kept telling himself that life was like this.

If you like a flower, you don't necessarily have to pick it off.If you like the wind, do you want the wind to stop and let you smell it?Sometimes you will lose yourself if you take too much care of other people's feelings, so you have to be a little more chic.

The main reason is that he is still counting on Hong Xiguan to attract the Qing soldiers, so let's respect him for the time being and wait for the other party's unlucky time...

Hmph, from this point of view, although Fu Ningdie is young, she is very accurate at seeing people.Following this narrow-minded Jiang Daochang, he couldn't see where the good days would be.

As for why Hong Xiguan and his party appeared at Ma Dashan's house - this is still due to his feat of killing people in the street.

Ma Dashan, who is nearly fifty years old, has always known that in Chong'an County, the bigger the fist, the bigger the truth.If you want to convince people with virtue, you must let the other party listen to you calmly and then hand over the money obediently.

The murderous official Hong Xi was instantly attracted by Master Ma, who is good at convincing people with virtue, and decided to keep the good habit of doing good deeds every day, and recruit this master.

Of course, on this day, there is more than one kind person in Ma Dashan.

In addition to taking in the downcast Hong Xiguan, Hong Wending and his son, they also spent money to buy the red bean girl who sold her body to bury her mother, and then returned to the mansion happily.

(End of this chapter)