Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of the Swordsman

Chapter 70

The little Taoist walked out of the main hall lightly holding a candle, and after carefully inspecting the Huixian temple, he approached the alchemy room at the back of the mountain, which was hidden in the whirling reflections of pine and bamboo.

Master has not come out all night.

And Master has been in this state of thanking guests and closing the door for a whole month.

The little Taoist walked smoothly and easily along the way, showing a good foundation in qinggong, but cautiously avoided, avoiding every shadow that the light could not see, as if there were some ominous things hidden in the shadows between the pillars.

"Master."

The little Taoist knocked on the wooden door of the alchemy room, and there was a sound.

The lights in the alchemy room flickered, and the old man's pale silhouette appeared in the small window.

"Have they all gone?"

Yuanhuazi's voice is very soft, the airflow seems to be too weak to blow the vocal cords, but it seems that the airflow is pulling each other left and right, creating unnecessary chaos.

The little Taoist replied respectfully: "Hero Jiang and all the benefactors have already left through the side door and headed towards the Zhi Zhi Nunnery. I waited for three sticks of incense, but I didn't hear the sound of returning."

"Okay, your ear skills are on fire, so you must not be mistaken."

Yuan Huazi said slowly, and then the voices in the room slowly dissipated, and it was so quiet that there was no one there.

But with the flickering candles in the alchemy room, the silhouette of the old Taoist priest was still in front of his eyes.

The little Taoist priest waited for a long time, and as the cold wind blew into his Taoist robe, his neck and sleeves seemed to be covered with frost.

"Master, when Jiang Daxia suddenly came from the top of Dawang Peak, would he...would he be with..."

The little Taoist faltered and said, but he still dared not finish his words.He stood outside the house so cold that he couldn't even speak with his tongue, and he still didn't dare to step into the alchemy room.

A faint sound of breathing sounded, and Yuan Huazi jumped out of the water like a drowning person, but his tone of voice did not change.

"There are immortal spirits on Wuyi Mountain, and the cold current at the foot of the mountain is clear and clear—have you secretly read the patriarch's pen and notes? Do you want to be like Mr. Kaoting and ask around the fairy's location?"

"The disciple dare not."

The little Taoist said respectfully, but he had read the patriarch's pen and paper by default.

Yuan Huazi snorted coldly: "I have already burnt the original copy of "Six Songs of Manting Peak". verses..."

At this point, Yuan Huazi paused for a moment and continued, "The room is full of heavenly fragrance, and the feathers are hazy. The patriarch has already told Zhu Hui'an in his poems that the gods in Wuyi Mountain are not available in the world, so there is no need to think about it... But the old man in the past Xin Jiaxuan saw the fairy shadow again in the daytime..."

As if afraid of the master's voice disappearing, the little apprentice's voice did not stop this time, and continued to ask: "Master, you can wait for the uncles and uncles to come back..."

But the cold current passed through the room, the lamps and shadows kept shaking, and the little Taoist priest's voice fell silent, and no one responded for a long time.

A trace of hesitation flashed across the little Taoist's calm face.

He slowly came to the small window outside Dan's room, stepped on his feet and peeped quietly, but he only saw the huge picture of Wuyi hanging in the room sideways, and he couldn't see the scene of the cloud couch at all.

However, the shadow of the master is still there, motionless.

The little Taoist wanted to use his lightness kung fu to find out, but his feet seemed to be filled with lead, and he couldn't leave the ground at all. The closer he got to the alchemy room, the harder his panting became.

Wandering and wandering, pondering and pondering, the little Taoist priest secretly gritted his teeth, and finally approached the wooden door he was in just now.

As the fingers exerted light force, the wooden door was indeed unlocked, and a gap was undetectable immediately, which slowly widened to a width enough to be watched.

The little Taoist exhaled slightly, calming down his restless thoughts.

Ever since he obtained the map of Wuyi's true shape, the master has been contemplating it upside down day and night, looking for the chapters of Yamagata in "The Seven Signs of Yunji", and occasionally mentioned the allusions of the 36 heavens of the Da Luotian and the Queen Mother.

All kinds of strange things finally aroused his vigilance, and the behavior of being ordered to persuade Jiang Wen to leave tonight completely triggered his vigilance.

Through the crack of the door, the little Taoist priest finally saw the master in retreat—an old man in a neat Taoist robe sitting cross-legged on a cloud couch, facing the Wuyi Zhenxing diagram and meditating motionless.

Since his back was facing the door, the little Taoist could only see his back.

At the same time, he once again saw the silk painting of Wuyi's true shape.Looking at it from the front, this painting is marked with many symbols with unknown meanings. Among them, two short and one long marks are particularly clear. After the location coincides with the map, it seems familiar. Where could it be...

The little Taoist who was observing intently pressed against the wooden door lightly, and Bu Xie accidentally kicked it, and the gap in the door suddenly widened, but fortunately, there was still no sound.

Cold sweat rolled down his forehead, the little Taoist's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and the sign of restlessness became more obvious.

He wanted to leave the alchemy room at this point, but he forgot that there were only two small windows in the room, and the original stable flow of cold wind was instantly affected by the gap in the door.

The cold current in the mountains rushed towards Chaimen suddenly, and the flames in several lamps in the house surged and came towards Chaimen at the same time, like a pair of strange hands trying to catch the uninvited guest!

The little Taoist's breathing was almost stagnant, his eyes were wide open, and the pupils reflected the flames of fangs and claws and panic.The world of black pupils is obviously only black and white, but beside Bai Yan, strange things that are deeper than darkness suddenly appear...

...............

"Master, there are ghosts in the house!"

Ningdie's scream suddenly broke the quiet night of Zhizhi Nunnery.

Jiang Wen flashed his figure, quickly crossed the distance of the courtyard, pushed open the door of the west wing room, and saw Fu Ningdie tightly wrapped in the quilt, trembling, not daring to poke her head out, and kept saying There are ghosts.

But next to her, Hong Wending was lying on the high bed safely, without even turning over.

"Ningdie, what's going on?"

Jiang Wen patted the quilt, startled Ning Die again, it took a long time to poke his head out, his face was full of tears.

"Master! There is... a ghost! I was sleeping just now, and I heard footsteps outside the house! I thought it was Master, you passed by, so I didn't care..."

Fu Ningdie's expression was extremely flustered, "Later, after passing by several times, I asked Master out loud, why are you walking around! But no one answered!"

Jiang Wen comforted her a few words before waking her up from her panic.

"and after?"

"Then I heard the footsteps of many people! They were running around everywhere, and they kept trying to open the door! No matter how I shouted, no one answered me! Wending also seemed to have fallen asleep, completely Nobody listens!"

Fu Ningdie leaned against Jiang Wen's arms, shrunk her body back, and stared at the open wooden door in horror, as if some indescribable horror would break into the door at any time - after all, in her world, just now There is only this door between the scary and unknown things.

"Don't be afraid Ningdie, the master is here."

Jiang Wen patted her on the back as usual, and said words that Fu Ningdie couldn't understand, but it made her feel a real sense of security.

"If there is such a door full of ghosts and ghosts in the world, then we martial arts people are destined to be the ones who push the door."

It was at this moment that Hong Wending woke up leisurely and looked at this scene expressionlessly.

"Master."

"Wending, aren't you afraid of ghosts here? Why did you ignore me just now?!"

Fu Ningdie stretched out her onion finger to question Hong Wending.

"My father said that it is not surprising to see the strange, and the strange will defeat itself."

Wen Ding had a puzzled look on his indifferent face, "Besides, I slept very lightly. Apart from the sound of the flute all night, I didn't hear footsteps, nor did I hear you calling my name."

(End of this chapter)