I have many teachers

Chapter 241 Unfathomable (2\2)

In the wooden house, Wang Anfeng was lying on the bed with his eyes slightly closed, as if he was in a deep sleep, and made up his mind to see who it was. Just in case, he had already secretly activated the medicine king's valley inheritance method Hunyuan body, internal force circulation, peace of mind.

Outside, Liang Jinggen and the two approached carefully.

Liang Jinggen waved his hand to make the fat man squat beside him, and he himself raised his hand and gently pushed on the window. With cleverness, his wrist trembled a few times. I don't know how he did it. Wang Anfeng's locked window clicked, It was pushed away directly.

Liang Jinggen's breathing was not in the slightest disorder, so he peeked inside.

He has practiced a kind of pupil art, and he needs to apply all kinds of unique medicines on his eyelids. With the method of luck, he has to practice hard for several months before he can get started. After he completes it, he can see clearly even in dark places at night clear.

In recent years, it is precisely by virtue of this thaumaturgy that many businesses have been done. Looking inside now, I saw the young man lying on the bed with his clothes on his side, and the fire refining door opened a 5 taels of silver. Yuan Jian' was being carried behind the young man's back at this moment, he was overjoyed at first, and then frowned slightly.

Originally, according to his plan, if Wang Anfeng was already asleep, he would go in quietly and bring out the 'Zangyuan Sword', but at this time, although Wang Anfeng was 'asleep', the sword was still behind his back, and the warrior himself felt Extremely sharp, especially those who are good at weapon skills, if one is not careful and wakes it up, it will be a waste of all efforts.

After thinking about it for a moment, Liang Jinggen secretly gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and reached out to take out a small paper bag from his waist. This paper bag was tightly wrapped with three layers of oil paper, obviously extremely precious things.

Liang Jinggen took a deep breath, opened the paper bag, took a small tool from his chest, raised his hand and poured all the powder into it, pointed at the boy in the room, and blew it in gently.

This powder is no different from ordinary anesthetics. Although it looks inconspicuous, it is also a high-grade good thing. On the rivers and lakes, warriors walk to and fro, and their martial arts are not weak. The local Jianghu slang is called "three-step fall".

It means that after inhaling this medicinal powder, even a ninth-rank martial artist would not be able to survive three steps, and would fall limply to the ground, being slaughtered by others and unable to resist.

There are many such things in the world, but the one in Liang Jinggen's hand is already considered a treasure, and the medicine used in the material is also extraordinary, so he is quite distressed at this time, and the palm of his hand that holds the tool is hard. trembling.

But thinking about the white 5 taels of silver, he still made up his mind and blew all the last little powder into it. Presumably with this medicinal property, even if it is a tiger in the mountains or a colorful tiger, it should be drugged to overturn it. Yes, just took the things back.

I don't know if it was because the breath was too long, or because of the pain in the flesh, Liang Jinggen's complexion was slightly pale.

Taking two steps back, in the cold night wind, he also felt a little dry and hot air, which made his lips a little dry and chapped, and he felt like the days were like years in his heart.

After a while, I heard that there was nothing unusual in the room, so I was slightly relieved.

Liang Jinggen looked sideways at the fat man, pretending to be relaxed and said:

"See? You said you were so nervous, so nervous."

"It doesn't matter whether he is a book collector or a star list, I blow it in with the best medicine, and he is numb without even letting out a fart. What are you talking about as a young hero and extraordinary swordsmanship?"

"I bother!"

"It's all fucking bullshit! Put gold on your own face."

After cursing in a low voice for a moment, he looked around, and whispered to the relaxed fat man:

"Fatty, old rules."

"I'll go in, you let the wind outside, if someone comes, lead them away."

"If it works, I'll be six and you four."

The fat man nodded, and pulled out two light and thin handles from his waist with both hands. The Emei Fen Shui Spur, which was sharpened on both sides, guarded behind with a full face, while Liang Jinggen took the antidote first, and then carefully pushed it away. Wang Anfeng's wooden door.

This door had been in disrepair for a long time, and it always made a slight creaking sound when it was pushed, but now it was smooth and smooth, without any noise.

Liang Jinggen slowed down, crossed the outer room, and approached Wang Anfeng.

The sounds of footsteps and breathing are difficult to completely disappear, but they are all hidden in the wind outside the house with skill. Even a conscious person can hardly detect it if they don't look at it. This is the method that assassins and killers can master. It's not martial arts, but the experience gained by senior assassins with their lives, which is even more precious.

After a while, Liang Jinggen had already walked to the bedside, stopped in his footsteps, looked at Wang Anfeng who was still "sleeping", the corners of his mouth slightly raised, his face showed a calm expression, and he pulled out a bright short knife from his waist with his right hand. Prevent the latter from waking up suddenly.

With his left hand, he poked towards the wooden sword, and when his fingers touched the cool and slippery feel of the scabbard, his eyes lit up with joy, and he secretly thought in his heart that the matter was done.

At this moment, an unspeakable sense of weakness suddenly appeared.

Liang Jinggen's eyes were in a daze, his steps staggered, as if he hadn't fallen asleep for several nights, he almost fell to the ground, and when he couldn't scream, a strong hand grabbed his right arm and held him, without letting him go. He hit the ground, waking the boy up.

Liang Jinggen heaved a sigh of relief, his back was covered in cold sweat, and instinctively said:
"Thank you..."

Before the voice fell, the heart stopped suddenly, and when he raised his head stiffly, he saw the owner of the palm, and saw the smiling young man in blue shirt whispering to him, saying:
"No thanks."

Liang Jinggen felt a chill in his heart, and the hairs on his back suddenly rose. As an assassin, he naturally had the heart to fight for his life. He gritted his teeth, held the short knife back, and stabbed at Wang Anfeng. Running away, he swung the dagger out, Wang Anfeng was still sitting on the bed, his body didn't move, and he didn't make any sound.

At the same time, he stretched out his right hand, seemingly slowly but quickly, and with a move of Yaowanggu pointing the star finger, it 'coincidentally' touched the Neiguan point on Liang Jinggen's wrist. Liang Jinggen didn't know why, his body was weak, and he suffered this At that moment, his wrist was numb, and he could no longer hold the weapon in his hand. The dagger fell and was grabbed by Wang Anfeng's left hand.

At the same time, the young man's right-hand fingering method was very familiar, almost instinctively pointing out Liang Jinggen's Neiguan, Waiguan, Quchi, Chize and Lieque points one after another. Liang Jinggen only felt a blur in front of his eyes. Seeing clearly, half of his body lost consciousness, and he sat down on the ground directly.

His face was dull and dazed, and he couldn't believe it. Then he saw the blue-shirted boy retract his fingers, stand up, and smiled at himself:
"Excuse me."

"Looking at your pose is so good, I can't help but click on it."

Liang Jinggen swallowed, looked at the radiant young man in front of him, and said:
"No, it's impossible."

"You, what did you do to me?!"

Wang Anfeng didn't answer directly, but flicked the dagger in his hand, held it with his backhand, and flicked it casually twice.

He was in the Shaolin Temple just now, thinking hard about the "Ghost Head Sword" sword technique. Now that he had a sword in his hand, he naturally used the tricks in this sword technique. The apex of my heart couldn't help trembling for the number of ways I couldn't die, and I felt remorse.

But at this time, Wang Anfeng moved his wrist slightly, and the short knife popped out, directly touching Liang Jinggen's throat. With the situation in his hands, his expression was naturally calm. Facing the person with malicious intentions, he naturally did not return to his original gentleness. Mr. Ying has a three-point temperament, calm and unhurried, and only uses words to oppress him step by step:
"What have I done to you?"

"It's nothing."

"It's just adding a flavor to your drug."

Liang Jinggen was slightly taken aback, only then did he realize that there was a short stick of incense stuck in the wood cracks at the head of the bed, and it was lit at some point, just now Wang Anfeng was lying on his side on the bed, which happened to cover the short stick of incense, at this moment When the latter came down, he could see clearly.

The red light of the incense head flickered, and white smoke emitted. After spreading, it was colorless and odorless, but it seemed to be ridiculing. My mind became more and more dizzy, but suddenly remembered the news I had heard when I was walking in the rivers and lakes.

It is said that those martial artists who are proficient in medical skills can not only distinguish the combination of medicines by their sense of smell, but also disrupt the original pharmacological combination with other medicines, making those who plot against them ask for trouble, and they are the worst people in the world. a kind of person.

At this time, his weapon was taken away, his own martial arts could not perform at all, his mood was already out of balance, and he guessed that the young man in front of him had superb medical skills, so he became more and more uneasy. There was a hint of coldness, and he couldn't help swallowing.

The more calm Wang Anfeng spoke at this moment, the more uncertain he felt.

I just feel that the young man in front of me is not like the handsome young man mentioned in the news, who is gentle and polite. On the contrary, he is quite similar to the few underworld tycoons and leaders of the evil sect that he was lucky enough to meet. Unfathomable.

Under the preconceived notion, he was convinced that the young man in front of him, his words and deeds are nothing more than a disguise, and then he thought of how excited he was when he touched this room just now, he felt as if he was courting death. superior.

Niang Xipi.

I have never seen such a joyous and realistic courting of death and land.

PS: The first update is...

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