When Yan Siguan woke up, it was already three days later.
The injuries to the meridians have improved, and even the shattered meridians are vaguely intact. A martial artist's meridians are also extremely important. Although he has not climbed to the dragon gate yet, these meridians are still the key. The strength of the punch is closely related to the meridians. Originally, Yan Siguan had been fully prepared, and there was no possibility of practicing martial arts in this life. Now that the meridians are resurrected for no reason, he is naturally surprised and inexplicable.
Qinghe Garden has been deserted for a long time. Wu Shuang and Yun Zhong had set out on the road three days ago and must not be in the courtyard at the moment. But after searching around Yansiguan, there was no trace of Cheng Jingdong and Mo Yun. It seemed that he was the only one left in the huge Qinghe Garden, separated by shadow. When he walked to the back room, Yan Siguan, who was still a little tired, found a letter on the old table.
Wu Sheng was silent for a while, looking out the window. Today's summer is very hot and sultry. After a rain, the atmosphere of midsummer is stronger than before. Qinghe Garden is already remote and deserted, but when the harsh and dazzling sun comes down, no one is seen all day long. It was as if there had not been a battle on the long street three days ago, the poor people were still struggling for firewood and rice, and the high-ranking masters still put the fruits in the well to cool them down to relieve the heat and promote fluid production. It seems that Caixiantan is still Caixiantan, and Wusheng is still the same Wusheng, unchanged at all.
But something has changed.
Yan Siguan put on his clothes. The wound that had been treated with medicine was still a little painful, but it was much more comfortable than when he was fighting on the street. Walking through the streets and alleys, the man looked as if he had never fought with Heijia before. He was very calm and normal. He even bothered to say hello and exchange a few words with someone he met, and he was more mellow and relaxed than before. .
If there was something unusual about the man, then only the shopkeeper of the wine shop on the roadside of Chucaixiantan Road noticed the meaning.
The surname of the wine shop owner is Liu. It is said that his ancestors were from the lineage of the second-rank officials in the Qi Dynasty. His family came to a decline and struggled for several generations. Finally, he finally came down and opened a wine shop in this area to make a living. Shopkeeper Liu loves to inquire about strange things from the residents of nearby stores or the traders and porters passing by. From major state affairs to minor gossip, as long as it is new and rare, go to his wine shop to make some connections to stir up fresh energy. You can definitely get rid of one or two old debts on credit, or get half a bottle of wine. Try the wine. Therefore, it is not an exaggeration to say that shopkeeper Liu is the most well-informed person in this corner of Caixiantan.
As soon as he entered Dayan Temple Pass, Shopkeeper Liu looked at him with something wrong in his eyes. No one in Caixiantan knew that Qinghe Garden was extremely poor. In the past few years, this sturdy martial arts student had rarely had time to advance. Now, the sun is rising from the soles of his feet to the sky, which is rare in a hundred years. So the shopkeeper became more discerning and secretly watched to see if the martial artist had any dirty tricks on his hands. However, to shopkeeper Liu's disappointment, the man didn't give him much chance to look at it after he entered. He asked for a pot of knives and then quietly leaned against the threshold with his arms crossed and stopped moving.
The shopkeeper angrily filled the wine bottle that the man brought with him. He was obviously feeling itchy and was feeling a little stuffy. Yan Siguan was not angry. Of course he knew that shopkeeper Liu of the wine shop had an eccentric temper and was prone to inquisitiveness, so he didn't take it to heart. He took the jug, thanked him, and walked out the door.
The door of the wine shop is a bit strange. The originally completely paved green brick floor had two large holes for no apparent reason, and they were filled up with the sand carried by the rain. Occasionally people coming and going didn't care, and they were busy with their own household chores. After all, the streets were damaged and should have been repaired by those wealthy masters. What does it have to do with little people like them who are worried about their livelihood? Besides, on such a hot day, who would have the time to look at Shijie.
When Yan Si closed the door of the wine shop, he somehow caught a glimpse of the two holes, so he took a pot of wine and sat down anywhere.
Shopkeeper Liu could see clearly from behind the counter, and couldn't help but wonder what the hell this man was up to, and what he was doing with those two holes on such a hot day. All of a sudden, the old habit of inquiring was about to start again, and I almost rushed out to question the man, but I still held my legs back and patiently looked out from the wine shop.
Yan Siguan didn't have time to pay attention to anything else. He only looked at the two holes in front of his eyes carefully and concentrated.
The holes are no longer holes, and the sand no longer blocks the eyes.
There was only a burst of profound and majestic aura of spirit and energy from the Haoran Fist Seal.
Feeling depressed and frustrated, it seems that the hanging clouds and night sky are going to penetrate the inside and outside.
Mountain thunder is close at hand.
The old Taoist once told him that there are tigers and wolves in boxing.
A tiger's capture is like a flood, a wolf's sleep is like a fox's fury and cunning, and a mountain's support is as thick as a big peak.
Now add another style of pinching thunder.
Like a thunderbolt pinching a finger, the court collapses and the monument breaks, and the whole world is silent.
The man sat next to the fist seal, raised the wine bottle, and drank nearly half of it in one breath. His internal injuries ached, but he didn't realize it, so he closed the fist with the seal, causing mud and sand to splash everywhere.
Shopkeeper Liu felt the thunder and roar of Hulang Mountain in front of him, lingering around for a long time. When he came back to his senses, the man had long disappeared, and there was no trace of the hole in the place. It seemed that someone had pulled the hole shut.
After a while, Shopkeeper Liu laughed. There is no other reason, just because he met an immortal today, and even if he is not, he will definitely become a pillar of the immortal family in the future. Shopkeeper Liu's philosophy has never been to become a Buddha or become an ancestor, or to have a wealthy family, but just to talk about what he saw and heard in front of others, and that's enough.
Fifteen miles away from Caixian Beach, under the scorching sun, Yan Siguan was walking alone, still with a wine bottle on his waist.
More than ten miles away from Caixiantan, there is a rare grain and rice field near Caixiantan. It is the time of midsummer and before the autumn harvest. The wheat ears are floating in the breeze, and it feels like everything is green.
The policeman with the gun was buried on the waist of the most conspicuous hill here.
When Yan Siguan woke up, there was a letter left on the table.
Yan Siguan had never seen the first half of the handwriting. With the light ink in his belly, he couldn't tell the person who wrote it, but he must be the shopkeeper Wu who led the travels on foot.
The letter explained that a talisman had been left for him, and also told him how to use the talisman in such detail. The next step is to write about how Cheng Jingdong and Mo Yun should take care of their injuries and what taboos they should avoid on weekdays.
As for the second half, judging from the handwriting, it seems that it was written by Cheng Jingdong.
The troupe leader wrote that Yan Siguan has great talent and should not waste the rest of his life in this small troupe. He has been working hard for a long time and should be allowed to go to the world of martial arts.
Don't worry about the two of them. Wu Shuang has one-third of an acre of land in Yizhang country, which is called Xiaoxinglin. The two of them have already set off to go there.
It is written that someone left a letter and a lot of money at the door for some unknown reason, which was enough to cover the travel expenses on the road, and left most of it in Yansiguan as a small amount of money for traveling in the world in the future.
It is written that someone looked sad and came to tell where the bones of a man named Ma Si were buried.
The effort of writing should not be rewarded for a lifetime.
Write take care and take care again.
"I never thought that a loach like me could cross the Dragon Gate and peer into the beauty of the mountain peaks."
The grave was very small, just suitable for holding a thin and small policeman.
The mountain breeze is very cool, just right for summer escape.
Just half a pot of knives to cook.
Wu Sheng still remembered this man carrying half a pot of bad wine, running a long way up the mountain road, and having a few sips with him. The wine was so strong that it burned his throat.
"No more, no less. I left half a pot for you. We are more generous than you."
The wine is poured into the soft soil and slowly seeps down.
"This bird man is so stupid." Wu Sheng leaned against the mound of earth, following the white clouds as the sun went by, and slowly emptied the wine pot.
"After finishing this pot, how about raising the turtles?"
