Do you know, do you know? Chapter 51 Waiting

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"Wait?" Cheng Jingdong was puzzled, but at this moment he was more shocked. He had left home since he was a boy and traveled to countless places. After twenty or thirty years, Cheng Jingdong's experience in the world was profound. Therefore, it is not an exaggeration to say that the interesting things and anecdotes I heard can be easily picked up. For example, in which year and month, someone saw it with his own eyes, someone trampled a towering mountain in a rage, someone followed the wind and walked without touching the ground, or someone wielded a sword. And so on, soaring. But if we dig deeper, none of them can stand up to scrutiny. Most of them are based on hearsay, which is not convincing enough. Therefore, in the eyes of Team Leader Cheng, the master who taught Yan Siguan Boxing is already a top master in the martial arts world. The legendary people in the world are probably just the deeds of such martial arts masters. They are exaggerated and exaggerated. They are pure fiction. Gimmick.

But when he saw it today, Cheng Jingdong was completely impressed. Who can form a formation with sword marks? Since he has such great abilities, it seems that this fat shopkeeper who travels around the world under a false name can really save Mo Yun.

"Just wait. If you rush for a while, you may not be able to find out the cause of your wife's illness. It's better to wait." Looking at the sword array, it has been properly arranged. How can Wu Dajian have time to chat with others and take a walk? He went to the willow tree, lightly slapped his palm down, and slapped a strong willow tree until its branches and leaves swayed. The young man was wandering in his thoughts, but he didn't know that the master was getting playful again. He fell down from the tree, and the soft soil on the ground printed the shape of a piece of dough. He pulled out his head and hurriedly spit out the soil in his mouth. He dared not be angry. Word. Although most of the time, the two of them are good at making fun of each other, when Wu Shuang and Yun Zhong talk about business, Yun Zhong will naturally follow the disciple's etiquette and be respectful.

"When it's over, tell me what's on your mind." On the contrary, this time Wu Shuang did not teach the truth, but gently swept away the loose soil from the young man's hair, then turned around and left, and there was no trace of him again. Half an instruction. The young man said in his heart, Master, why do you think so highly of Xiaosi? First of all, this disciple doesn’t understand love, and secondly, he doesn’t understand the impermanence of things in the world. He only focuses on practicing sword practice all the way. He barely talks to anyone, and what he thinks is just a momentary feeling. How can he be able to enter your eyes? ? Yun Zhong is really not good at talking to others. If he talks nonsense, he can talk about it for days and nights. But when it comes to talking about serious things and experiences, it is really difficult for a thirteen or fourteen year old. Ignorant boy. If you express your feelings, can they still be called feelings? Yun Zhong felt gloomy, so he reluctantly said hello to Cheng Jingdong and went back to the house to wash his acupuncture points.

In the empty yard, only Cheng Jingdong remained silent, looking at the folded sword marks intertwined in the air with a lot of thoughts.

In the evening, Wu Shuangti returned to the courtyard with two jugs of wine. As soon as he entered the courtyard, he heard the sound of Yan Si closing the urn and saying: "Senior Wu, the class leader's wife has just regained consciousness, but she has not uttered a word for a long time. The class leader is looking for you." No, I'm so anxious that I feel like I've lost my soul. You can go into the back room and have a look." These words were spoken in Yan Siguan's mouth very bluntly. Obviously, these words were not spoken by a man, but were told by Cheng Jingdong, who was more tactful in dealing with things. However, this If you treat me with a polite courtesy, it will change the taste in the man's mouth. It is really awkward.

Mo Yun had opened her eyes an hour ago, but now she was still lying on the bed. No matter how much Cheng Jingdong begged, she never uttered a word and just stared upward. As soon as Wu Shuang entered the inner room, her expression could not help but become cold. If you look carefully, this woman's face should be quite handsome, but her lips are blue and her whole body is stiff and cold. Wu Shuang just wanted to take a pulse, but his finger felt as if he had poked a piece of black ice, and his pulse was weak. Fortunately, his life was not serious for the time being.

"I already know the outline of the pathology, but this disease is complicated and disorderly. Let me think about it for one night and then decide how to treat it." After leaving the room, Wu Shuang forced Yan Siguan to drag him away despite his pale face. When he reached the side, even though the man tried his best to resist and used the Thousand Catin Drop move, he was shocked to find that the fat man had dragged him several feet away with just one arm, and his face became even more livid.

"I've told you so many times that you can't beat me. If I have to fight, you have to let that old guy from your master come out and have fun with me. Although your punch is strong and powerful, you still don't have all the moves. You're just a common showman in the world. It’s okay, but if you meet a master, if you miss an opportunity, you can cut someone half to death with a palm in an instant. Although the momentum is sufficient, the details are still not appropriate."

"I didn't come out of the house to ask you to teach me boxing techniques." Yan Siguan was very annoyed. Why did this fat man seem to be relying on him? How come a great master who could withstand a hundred punches from him without any damage wanted to teach him? Two moves, in the world, he has never heard of two masters pulling aside and forcibly teaching boxing techniques.

"Why didn't you take action just now? Since you have seen the cause of the disease and the long nights and dreams, why not treat it now?" The man looked directly into Wu Shuang's eyes with anger.

"Long nights and lots of dreams? Then we have to separate them into two. Good dreams and nightmares are often just a thought." Wu Shuang raised his head and looked at the moon. The summer night was clear, and the moonlight reflected on the surrounding sword energy, reflecting countless cold lights, "If If we deal with it now instead of going back to the source to find out the source, what’s the point of dealing with it or not? In other words, even if I repair the crux of the class leader’s wife’s problem as before, after I leave, within three days, your wife will The old illness relapsed and became even louder.”

"What's the crux of it?" Yan Siguan's long eyebrows tightened.

"Voodoo, and it is the most vicious type of voodoo. I have read about this voodoo in the Nanli classics. It is called wax voodoo by the locals. People who are affected by the voodoo are like falling into an ice cave, as if they are traveling through a veil in the twelfth lunar month of winter. Furthermore, before winter, beasts tend to overeat and fill themselves up, so that they can sleep in the winter. If you leave them on your wife, they will be able to suck human blood and have no sense of sanity. Even when I was walking in Nanli, I would eat like this. I’ve never seen it before, it’s really extremely poisonous. As for how to detoxify it, it depends on tonight’s gamble.”

In the middle of the night, Cheng Jingdong couldn't bear the sleepiness and stayed away for several hours. In addition, his body was already weak, so he lay down next to Mo Yun and took a nap. This nap made him sleep soundly.

There was silence all around, and Mo Yun opened her eyes, blood red and coquettish.

But this time, she looked at the powdered man lying next to her, and instead of drawing blood, she carefully scraped the powder off the man's face with her fingertips, revealing a paler background.

ps. The "holy wrath" in the first paragraph of the original upload should be "furious", but I didn't see it when I checked. Thank you Qingyu for reminding me~~~