As the famous scene engraved in DNA gradually dispelled the nightmare, Jiang Wen slowly sat up with a strange expression on his face.
A little sentimental and a little embarrassing.
Jiang Wen's absurdity is true, and it is also true that the heart is like an ancient well. The days of swords and swords in Jin Yong's rivers and lakes seem like a world away. The years of depression and seclusion in the rivers and lakes of the Ming and Qing Dynasties are like a thousand years of dreams. Now, the only things that have settled in my mind are the thoughts of modern times. The familiar memory of the world has become the last comfort when homesickness comes.
"But to be honest, it wouldn't be a pity to forget this kind of thing..."
Jiang Wen thought about it for a while, but he was really embarrassed to say that he actually only remembered these mental pollutants.
The air in the side room was dull and the dust was choking her nose. Ningdie fell into the room and knocked over countless debris. There was also an obvious scar on her cheek caused by landing on the ground.
Jiang Wen knew medical skills and carefully checked Ningdie's safety.
He stretched out his hand and felt for the steady, smooth and flat pulse. Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he felt the flood pulse, the abnormal sign of attenuation like a wave...
"The Hong Pulse represents internal evil that is burning and hurting the yin. Ningdie fell down and fell unconscious again. Could it be hyperthyroidism in children?"
Jiang Wen, who made an outrageous judgment, noticed something fishy. After thinking for a moment, he turned to look at the door.
The extended line of sight in the dark room indeed saw a broken thread.
This tough, tendon-like silk thread is tied horizontally two inches above the threshold, just at the height of your feet. Coupled with the severe influence of ordinary people's sight and late-night light, it is extremely difficult to detect.
"snort……"
Jiang Wen snorted coldly and discovered the problem.
There are indeed weird things in this Zhizhi'an wing, such as hearing strange noises and seeing visions on the top of the mountain. This mysterious, weird and bizarre situation is in line with Jiang Wen's understanding of Yi Xi's rumors.
But inside, there were strange things like noises on the roof and black shadows entering the house.
First of all, the former Taoist priests of Zhizhi'an had obviously encountered strange things here, but their stories never mentioned ghosts or black shadows!
Secondly, the abnormality before and after the black shadow is too straightforward, so straightforward that others might not run away if they see it. It is completely unlike the mysterious and mysterious banquet on Manting Peak.
Coupled with the thin thread hanging at the door and Ning Die who fainted due to the plot, Jiang Wen was almost certain that there was someone lurking aside who wanted to muddy the waters.
"Ningdie's Hongmai probably inhaled the hallucinogenic and frightening poisonous gas after entering the house, and frightened herself to death..."
"No, it should be said that this room has been filled with poisonous gas, just to keep me awake and no one else can wake me up..."
The turbid air affects the sense of smell. The smell of poisonous gas is just hidden in the abalone shop for a long time without noticing the smell.
The poisoners were on the roof at the time, so Jiang Wen heard the rustling footsteps on the roof instead of the footsteps at the door.
Jiang Wen thought about it carefully and realized that his Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate should have worked at that time. He just used the power of a Yang finger to scare the opponent away, but he fell into a deeper nightmare due to the poisonous gas.
Later, the other party was afraid that Jiang Wen would be woken up, so he set up a stumbling block at the door so that everyone who came in would fall into hallucinations.
"Pretending to be a ghost and acting secretly, it seems a bit familiar..."
Jiang Wen wasn't sure about the rest, but he had only seen this kind of translucent and strong silk thread in the hands of the demons from the White Lotus Sect!
The other party's conspiracy in Sanliting was foiled by me last time. This time, the matter is still about gods and ghosts. I'm afraid he has another plan.
Last time, the White Lotus Sect was directly exposed to its magic tricks. This time, it used hidden weapons, traps and poisons. Fortunately, the opponent didn't know that he had practiced You Tanzhi's "Sacred Foot Sutra". At this time, without strong internal strength, he could still slowly dissolve the poison.
But what worries Jiang Wen even more is whether Yuan Ziyi and Hong Wending are also being targeted.
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Taking the unconscious Fu Ningdie out of Zhizhi'an, Jiang Wen searched for traces along the way and soon found the way she came from the deep and shallow footprints.
The road along the Jiuqu River was winding and difficult to navigate. Jiang Wen held Ningdie under his arm and walked quickly, and happened to run into Yan Yongchun.
But what surprised him was that when the two met on a narrow road on the mountain road, the other party made a move without hesitation.
The tall and tall Yan Yongchun struck with anger, his hands as close as white cranes pecking at food, and as sharp as a golden sword unsheathed, attacking Jiang Wen's throat one after another.
Suddenly attacking, Jiang Wen, still holding Ningdie in one hand, quickly retreated, stepped on the boulder and jumped horizontally, finally dodging to Yan Yongchun's flank.
"Miss Yan, what are you doing! It's me!"
Jiang Wen saw that the other party's anger was still there, and he was afraid that the other party would be controlled by the White Lotus Sect. He quickly raised Fu Ningdie and shook it, "Look, this is Ningdie! Have you remembered?"
Perhaps the unlucky name played its role. Yan Wing Chun's pretty face was stained with frost, his eyes were getting colder, and he simulated flapping wings with the flying crane style of White Crane Fist, and the strong wind came again.
"You actually beat up your own apprentice! I really misjudged you!"
Jiang Wen used his left hand to resist hastily, wanting to explain that the injury was caused by Ning Die himself, but Yan Yongchun was surrounded by murderous intent and could not give him a chance.
Jiang Wen was relatively weak at the moment after being invaded by nightmares for half a night, and the poisonous gas in his body had not yet been completely resolved. Yan Yongchun, who was moved, also used all his strength.
The purpose of the boxing technique she developed was to allow practitioners to fight for a slim chance of survival between life and death, and achieve the victory of the weak against the strong. Therefore, every time the soldiers made dangerous moves, they would hit Jiang Wen regardless of the flaws. This was Let him have some defensive tools.
Yan Wing Chun suddenly flew towards him, like a white crane leaping over the stream with its wings spread out. His right hand gestured to scream, and his strength was already ready to go.
The road along the shore was narrow. Jiang Wen held Ningdie and had no way to retreat. Suddenly, he had an idea and threw Ningdie in his hand into the opponent's arms.
Didn't Yan Yongchun accuse himself of beating Ningdie? Then just leave the person to her.
As soon as the burden came out, the two men were in different positions. Jiang Wen finally freed up his hands and had the right to speak.
"Miss Yan, take good care of Ningdie. Can I take the liberty to ask where Jiang offended you?"
Yan Wing Chun's crane peck was interrupted by a strange move, and he struggled for a while before regaining his footing.
"You whipped Ziyi like that, and you come to ask me why!?"
Confucius said that repay kindness with kindness and repay hatred with straightness. Yan Yongchun thoroughly implemented this attitude in her heart, saying that if Yuan Ziyi was beaten, she must fight back.
Jiang Wen shrugged helplessly: "You can't blame me. Who told her to learn my martial arts? You may have misunderstood. I didn't actually beat her. She was beaten like that because she wanted to..."
Jiang Wen was telling the truth. If Yuan Ziyi didn't practice the "Golden Dragon Whip Technique" out of anger, he wouldn't be unable to control Qiao Jin and be covered in injuries.
But these words made Yan Yongchun even more angry.
Yan Yongchun's eyes were full of anger: "It is said! Ziyi has been most afraid of being whipped by his master since he was a child. How could he be willing to be whipped by you!"
After saying that, he put Ningdie on the side of the road and came close to fight. This time, he had already used the nascent Wing Chun boxing. He used a specious little trick to attack Jiang Wen's midline. Shadows and legs were flying, and the late-attack Mian Zhang could not keep up with the rhythm.
"Miss Yan, I'm offended."
Jiang Wen sighed. Since he couldn't explain clearly, he had to clarify it first. Although his internal strength was weak, Jin Yong's martial arts skills were still no problem, and he could use some moves to win. As long as he didn't fight in groups, even if he faced the top masters in the world, Everyone has a chance to win.
Yan Yongchun's boxing moves were extremely fast, but he found that Jiang Wen's moves changed. His soft and restrained palm force suddenly became as sharp as a sword, and his moves were complex and fantastic.
As Jiang Wen waved his arms, there were palm shadows in all directions, and he and Yan Yongchun had a head-on confrontation with fast versus fast, but Jiang Wen's sword palms filled the sky, either five virtual and one real, or eight virtual and one real, just like A strong wind suddenly rose in the woods, causing thousands of leaves to fall.
After the dazzling palm shadows dispersed, Yan Yongchun discovered that the opponent's yin dart palm was already standing in front of his throat.
Yan Yongchun's expression was stern. Just as he was about to wait for Jiang Wen's ridicule, he found that the other party's expression suddenly changed. The palm of the sword beside his throat turned into a grasp, and he held his neck and transformed. His other hand quickly blocked his own. On the back...
"Wen Ding, what's wrong with you!"
Behind Yan Yongchun, there was Hung Man-ting who jumped down from the tree at some unknown time, with a pale face and eyes full of murderous intent.
