There is something wrong with this Zhizhi Nunnery.
If he had only listened to Ningdie's words, Jiang Wen would not have realized the problem; but coupled with Hong Wending's side testimony, he would have been able to realize the seriousness of the problem.
The sound of flute? Jiang Wen and Yuan Ziyi stayed in the courtyard of Zhizhi'an all night and never heard anything. Jiang Wen and the two of them were not aware of the footsteps that Ningdie mentioned.
How do two people in the same room feel completely different things? Could it be that something was interfering with the senses, causing Ningdie's hearing and Wen Ding's hearing to separate from each other?
What worried Jiang Wen the most at this time was not Ningdie, but Hong Wending, the only one who heard the sound of the flute - which reminded him of some secret old news in Wuyi Mountain.
However, instead of risking a night walk in the mountains late at night, it is better to find out the strange things about Zhizhi'an.
The more strange things happened, the calmer Jiang Wen became. Having received formal modern education does not mean that he knows everything, but it makes him more inclined to look for connections between things and grasp the crux of the matter.
"Miss Yuan, Jiang has something to ask of you."
When Jiang Wen found Yuan Ziyi, she was dancing in the courtyard with a whip.
It sounds very romantic and beautiful, but if you look closely at the red, swollen and bruises on her skin, you will know how costly it is to be so elegant.
Mingming Jiang Wen demonstrated the "Golden Dragon Whip Technique" with extraordinary agility, as if she was using her arms and fingers. However, when Yuan Ziyi came to Yuan Ziyi's side, she received several severe whippings with the tip of the whip, which made her feel obviously frustrated.
Yuan Ziyi suddenly turned around and grabbed the tip of the whip, hid his scarred hands behind his back, and said warily: "What does Master Jiang want from me?"
Jiang Wen cupped his fists and raised his hands: "My two apprentices would like to ask Miss Yuan to take care of them for a while. If anything unusual happens, please take them two away first."
Seeing Jiang Wen suddenly being so solemn, Yuan Ziyi was relieved that the other party was not here to laugh at him.
"Don't worry, I will definitely protect your apprentice."
Yuan Ziyi agreed frankly, held the tearful Fu Ningdie in her arms, and watched Jiang Wen walk into the side room, slamming the door, and then heard the sound of making a bed and folding quilts.
"...Ningdie, have you ever considered switching to another faction?"
Yuan Ziyi stared at the little girl blankly and asked questions seriously.
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This room was full of spider webs and rubble. Only half of the couplet in the hall was left with "White Cranes Soaring in the Sky and the Clouds". Two rows of small windows let in the cold wind.
"Hmm... How can we encounter strange things?"
Jiang Wen was sitting in the room, but he didn't feel sleepy at all. Being able to voluntarily fall asleep in a room that you know is haunted is a great psychological test. Timid people will have trouble sleeping, and bold people will be agitated.
He was racking his brains to think of a way, and finally he suddenly remembered a technique he had heard of.
First, relax your whole body and close your eyes, then inhale for 4 seconds, hold your breath for 7 seconds, and exhale for 8 seconds. After 6 to 8 cycles, you can fall asleep.
Just do it, Jiang Wen covered himself with a quilt and started to control his breathing.
"It's really effective. I've been trying it for two hours..."
Jiang Wen said an hour later.
When he thought that he could sleep using this method, he was so excited that he stayed up all night!
Jiang Wen suddenly turned over and wanted to get up, but suddenly felt a bit heavy in his chest and was unable to get up. He was unconscious from the dantian down.
At this moment, footsteps suddenly sounded at the door of the side room. It seemed that someone was hesitating and pacing back and forth at the door.
"It just happened that when my ghost was pressing down on the bed, there was movement outside the door..."
Jiang Wen thought secretly, gathering the internal energy of his Dantian like a needle, and stimulating the Renzhong, Shaoshang, and Yinbai acupoints separately, hoping to restore the movement of his limbs and head and see what was outside.
The footsteps outside the door slowly disappeared, but Jiang Wen did not relax. Through the Shenmai point where the eight meridians converge, he started from the three acupoints of Daling, Fengfu, and Jieche, and continued to fight for the body's autonomy.
Sure enough, footsteps suddenly sounded at the door again.
This time the arrival was a bit urgent, but it stopped at the door appropriately. Jiang Wen could only tilt his head slightly, but could not see the situation at the door at all.
In order to cope with it, the nature of the internal force in Jiang Wen's body slowly changed, from being as cold as an ice needle to being as hot as magma. It accelerated and flowed along the meridians. The routes of hundreds of meridians in the limbs broke into the Laogong point, and the internal force in the headrest instantly entered the cheeks. The Chengjian point directly reaches the Shangxing point on the back of the head!
Jiang Wen's expression became solemn as the real energy entered his mind. His eyes suddenly opened and he stared blankly at the ceiling. I had vaguely heard the sound of tiles before, and now I saw a group of black figures leaning down from the window, looking into the house with an inhuman appearance!
A buzzing sound suddenly sounded, and the two were less than three feet from each other. Jiang Wen noticed that there were many demons in his heart, probably dominated by fantasy, so he no longer ignored the consequences, and his internal energy rushed out from the perineum, and the Thirteen Needles of the Gate of Ghosts finally Done.
Under the severe pain, Jiang Wen opened his eyes and sat up and suddenly pointed out his index finger. The finger force was divided into sixteen rays of strength. The electricity shot three feet away was still sizzling. It was the long-spent Yang finger. Empty excitement!
"Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!"
In the deserted room, in the silent Taoist temple at the foot of the mountain, countless footsteps appeared out of thin air, and suddenly there was a rapid and violent door push. Each time, it seemed that the door was about to be broken in, but the sound disappeared every time. , and finally turned into a fear that struck my heart.
Just when Jiang Wen was pouring all his heart into the top of his head and using his finger power to penetrate the broken tiles of the house, the black shadow disappeared like a dream. Instead, the closed shabby wooden door disturbed him again, startling him.
Yiyang's finger force suddenly rushed out and hit the old wooden door quickly, causing the wooden door to suddenly open, and the cold wind poured in instantly, kicking up the dust on the ground.
Facing the empty door, Jiang Wen already had some emotions that were both real and illusory. Sure enough, the illusion only needed to be accepted as strange, but a strange fragrance in the air caught his attention.
"Miss Yuan! Ningdie! Wedding!"
Walking out of the door of the wing, Jiang Wen shouted their names loudly, but found that there was no one in the yard, and the place where he had just practiced whipping was nowhere to be seen.
Could it be that something dangerous happened and Yuan Ziyi left first while protecting the children? However, the barbarian monster Jie Ji has clearly been suppressed again, and the Indra Bogya insect can no longer infect the chisel-toothed people.
After arriving at Wuyi Mountain, Jiang Wen had been dealing with Yuan Huazi. From him, he probably knew that there was something strange in this mountain, but it was not the kind of thing that would kill people. He just needed to avoid it.
Everything he saw and heard tonight was weird. If he had to, he could only find Yuan Huazi to find out.
"Master Jiang... the Immortal Banquet... don't go..."
"No...is it too early..."
Two slightly familiar words suddenly rang in Jiang Wen's heart, as if someone was whispering against his ears.
Jiang Wen turned around suddenly, only to find that there was nothing there. He was the only one in the yard.
But that voice could no longer be eradicated from my heart, and more voices came from all directions. The noise and sorrow came from the courtyard, behind the house, even from the roof, and from the air.
Jiang Wen raised his head and saw a familiar sight - it was the light-polluted night sky that only existed in the city before crossing over, and it was now reflected in the skyline of the peaks of the Wuyi Mountains!
The originally desolate peak of Man Pavilion now has hundreds of pavilions with curtains and colorful decorations. Candlelight illuminates the sky, and singing and dancing orchestras are noisy on the cliff in mid-air. Jiang Wen only hears disorderly drum music. The incomprehensible singing voice is loud and clear.
At this moment, the obscure records in the unofficial history came to mind. Jiang Wen, surrounded by the confusing and unfamiliar language, gradually guessed the topic of the discussion.
These invisible guests pass by in a hurry, with only one theme surrounding them...
The Jiahe Immortal Feast is about to begin!
