Staring at the mess on the ground, Jiang Wen did not choose to continue the pursuit.
Monk Yankong was hit by Jiang Wenyi's powerful Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, and he was able to escape from the chaos with his profound internal strength. He is worthy of being the number one master in Fuzhou City today.
When it comes to fighting alone, he can definitely live up to anyone. If he had not been bitten by the iron teeth and bronze teeth of a small stone tonight, he might not have been held back by two children.
Jiang Wen was halfway through his Longchang Enlightenment and had already gained a lot. If he had not received the summons from the Chang brothers, he would not have broken out of the prison anyway.
But the situation is now even more treacherous, and someone has already put their mind to the Fuwei Escort Agency, seemingly asking for directions, hoping to scare someone out of hiding behind them.
But Jiang Wen finally moved from the light to the dark, and now he has vaguely figured out some of the context. Once he decides to re-enter the game, he must bring thunderous momentum and point his sword directly at Ling Xiao.
Now is not the time, and it happens to be the time when the last fire is missing - but Jiang Wen feels that maybe he can make this fire strong.
At this moment, Hong Wending was extremely unstable mentally and mentally. He was standing next to Jiang Wen with his whole body on guard. The purple silk marks on his face were rising and falling like the tide, changing strangely with every breath.
Jiang Wen quietly stretched out his left hand, and poured out the inside. He quietly took away the hatchet from his waist with the Dragon Capturing Skill, and immediately threw it back to Wen Ding, hoping to arouse a trace of clarity in his spiritual platform.
However, as the rusty hatchet clinked down in front of him, Hong Wending, who was lying on his hands and knees, was stunned. He looked at the strange thing dreamily, and his eyes became a little loose, but he still did not dare to step forward, let alone regain his consciousness.
"That's right. Although Chaishan's Eighteenth Road is still in his mind, as the Dragon-shaped Fist grows again, these insights can only keep a glimmer of clarity. If he wants to fully awaken them, it will be a drop in the bucket."
Jiang Wen tried again to use the melody of the Qingxin Universal Good Mantra to help him fight against the dragon-shaped shadow that was circling and entangled in his mind. After repeated efforts for a long time, he finally made Hong Wending stand up from all fours on the ground, holding a hatchet and lost in thought. , but there was no response no matter how I called, the symptoms of dementia were already more serious than a pebble.
"Are you really stupid? How will I explain to Official Hong Xi later?"
Jiang Wen scratched his head and took Hong Wending back to the alley first, where he met Xiao Shitou and the Chang brothers before making any fuss.
As soon as you enter the alley, the figure that is half human and half ghost appears.
For a fantasy exchange, Chang Hezhi and Chang Bozhi were willing to be Jiang Wen's eyes and ears. They traveled non-stop throughout the entire journey in the past few days, picking up all the suspicious rumors.
Jiang Wen could see that the Chang brothers did not believe in him unconditionally, they just didn't know what to do.
Now that their revenge has not been avenged, the two people are at a loss. They can only rely on their overwhelming hatred for the master's killer. They have been trying to numb themselves without sleep for several days without any regrets, so that they look more like The ghost who went on tour was in trouble.
"Little Stone, who is that person in the sack?"
When Jiang Wen returned to the alley, Xiao Shitou was still squatting on the ground and carefully looking at the girl in the bag, and he almost picked up a branch to poke her.
Without raising the stone, he replied with absolute certainty: "It's junior sister."
Jiang Wen suddenly became furious: "Junior sister, I haven't seen you for a few days and you are taller than you? Do you think you are blind as a teacher?!"
Xiao Shitou pointed at the girl firmly and said, "That's Junior Sister."
Jiang Wen frowned and thought for a moment, and finally understood what he meant.
"...Junior sister is lost again? Don't worry, I won't blame you this time. Please tell me who she is. She must be sent back."
Xiao Shitou tilted his head and thought for a while, then nodded slightly: "Oh, I don't know him."
...Who said Xiao Shitou was stupid? From Jiang Wen's perspective, his IQ has jumped to second place among his disciples, completely surpassing the current Wen Ding!
The girl in the sack was still asleep, her eyebrows were slightly moist as if she had cried, and her breathing was long and even. She looked to be only eleven or twelve years old, and her facial features were already bright and moving, showing a somewhat mature appearance.
Seeing that her clothes were intact, and there were no signs of struggle or scratches on her hands and feet, it was obvious that although Monk Hua had caught someone just now, he was interrupted before he could take action. Jiang Wen could imagine that Monk Bujie, who had a bad temper, was going crazy tonight. Before the evil fire could vent, its sweet dream was interrupted by Xiao Shitou and Wen Dingshengsheng, and now it has collapsed.
"It looks like someone tapped the sleeping hole..."
Jiang Wen thought about it for a while. Logically speaking, the sleep point should be at the waist, but there are many restrictions on the acupuncture skills. Jiang Wen is not interested in studying too much. Until now, he can only tap the Baihui point with a stick.
After much thought, he decided to remain unchanged in response to all changes.
Jiang Wen opened the girl's sleeves, took her pulse with two fingers, and sent out a stream of extremely strong Nine Yang Qi.
The Nine-Yang Manual calls out the Nine-Yangs and hugs one Han Yuan. It is a sacred scripture of healing. As the true energy is introduced into the meridians, it instantly begins to cleanse the acupoints over and over again, revitalizing the energy and blood. Her closed eyes slowly relax. Shaking slowly, I finally heard the girl wake up slightly after making a cry, and slowly opened her eyes.
The girl who opened her eyes was filled with mist, and it took her a long time to see things clearly.
At this time, in the deep alley, the light was always erratic, the cold wind was howling, and the night stars were awe-inspiring. Several people dressed in weird costumes were looking at her without saying a word.
The next second, Jiang Wen saw that the girl's beautiful face turned pale instantly, and her eyes flashed with expressions of confusion, thinking, hesitation, fear, concealment, despair, resignation, etc.
Jiang Wen was also very curious about how a person's expression could be so vivid, and he instantly imagined a tragic emotional drama in his mind.
"Don't be afraid, girl, we are just ordinary people passing by, and we are also the ones who saved you from the hands of the flower picker."
The sad look on the girl's face faded slightly, and she looked around hesitantly, as if she wanted to see clearly the face of the savior next to her.
With the support of Jiang Wen, who was wearing a Taoist robe, she struggled to crawl out of the sack. Then she looked along the line of sight and saw the Chang brothers climbing up the wall with hooks and claws at the entrance of the alley, dangling unsteadily. She was instantly frightened. , Hao Xuan didn’t scream in surprise on the spot.
"Don't be afraid. Those two came out at night and went back at dawn. They happened to pass by today. It was my two apprentices who really saved you."
Jiang Wen quickly added.
Then she looked at Jiang Wen, who was trying his best to be honest and sincere. She still had lingering fears, so she bravely turned her face away. As a result, she immediately saw the dumb little stone, who was leaning very close to her, as if he wanted to smell her body. Taste.
"It's obviously the smell..."
The girl was so frightened that she stepped back one after another. She leaned against a hard wall before she dared to point at the small stone and shout: "Eat... eat people! He can eat people!"
Jiang Wen immediately explained with a kind look on his face: "This female benefactor, my eldest disciple is the best at conquering demons. Although she has a rough face and a thunderous mouth, she is not a man-eating monster."
"But...but..."
The girl hesitated to speak out.
She had obviously confirmed something, but she was also afraid of angering the suspicious people in front of her. As her eyes moved with tears, she finally saw Hong Wending, who was holding a hatchet in his hand and seemed to be demented, standing aside with wounds all over his body. Silent.
In an instant, the girl's eyes flashed with brilliance. She got up from the ground in an instant, rushed forward and held Hong Wending's hand, and said in an extremely sure tone.
"Young hero, it was you who saved me again! You were hurt so badly because of me, but nothing will happen to you!"
All Jiang Wen's previous explanations seemed unimportant after she saw Hong Wending, and the girl no longer had the slightest doubt.
"Uh...actually I also contributed..."
For some reason, Jiang Wen immediately thought of the allusions about giving one's body and being like a cow or a horse in the world, and he felt that he was the one who was seriously injured, and that he was stabbed in the heart and that medicine could not cure it. kind.
This world is really too cruel. Maybe it would be better for me to retire again?
But Jiang Wen thought about it carefully and seemed to be used to it. Moreover, the person who tortured him like this last time was also named Hong. Unexpectedly, in addition to the appearance, temperament, martial arts and martial arts skills of the Hong family, they were inherited from father to son. frenzied.
"Girl, my apprentice is fine. I will send him to heal later. But who is your name and where do you live? I will send you back first."
When the girl heard this, she immediately lowered her head and remained silent for a long time.
"I'm sorry, I didn't expect that your family would suffer such misfortune at such a young age..."
The girl said sadly: "The Taoist Master has misunderstood. My surname is Tian, and my father is the head of the North Sect of Tianlong Sect, but he doesn't want me. Tonight, my father clicked on my sleeping hole and said that he would give me to the imperial envoy. To atone for the Tian family’s sins..."
Jiang Wen looked at the beautiful eleven or twelve-year-old girl in front of him, and his eyes became more and more surprised as he listened to her words.
This child... is actually Tian Guinong's daughter, the future "Beautiful Marten" Tian Qingwen?
It was all because of the weak system in his body. Jiang Wen had not used it for so long that he had subconsciously forgotten the function of the Sky Eye Check - he could know the identity of the other party just by checking the information when he took the pulse to transmit energy.
Jiang Wen pretended to be concerned and stepped forward, pulling Hong Wending forward while gently patting the sobbing girl's shoulder. A message flowed down, which Jiang Wen could clearly see.
[Name: Tian Qingwen]
[Age: 12 years old]
[Perceptual evaluation: jade in stone]
[Evaluation of root bone: mediocre qualifications]
[Martial arts evaluation: a first glimpse into the door]
[Practical evaluation: Know nothing]
[Comprehensive knight level: slightly proficient in fists and kicks]
[Mastering Martial Arts: Tianlong Sword Technique (Introduction), Tianlong Heart Technique (Introduction)]
[Character description: An ordinary martial arts junior. The martial arts atmosphere she was born in gave her a good starting point, but her own talent and temperament limited the possibility of excellence. 】
Jiang Wen shook his head secretly. This time it was really a bit tricky.
"It's already a cold night and the dew is heavy. This is not a place to stay for a long time. You two judges, let's change the place to talk tonight."
Two figures in black and white fell from the air like ghosts. They were so skilled that they fell to the ground silently. They looked at Jiang Wen with bloodshot eyes, and their lips were covered with cracked and dried wounds.
"You have offended the Tatars' lackeys."
"Where can I hide now?"
The two brothers were still talking in front of each other, with hoarse and unpleasant voices, which frightened Tian Qingwen and secretly hid behind Hong Wending.
"The monk seems to be running amok, but in fact he is very suspicious. There are many places in the city that he dare not touch easily. Don't worry, he will not act wild easily..."
Jiang Wen slowly revealed a mysterious face, pointed in a certain direction, and then smiled and said nothing.
"The hostage center? That's the lair of the Tatars." Chang Hezhi frowned. Now if Monk Yankong was in charge, the two of them would not dare to trespass rashly.
"It's true that it's dark under the lamp, but aren't you just throwing yourself into a trap?"
Chang Bozhi also expressed doubts.
Jiang Wen casually pointed in another direction and said casually: "That monk who was not disciplined was seriously injured. How could he go back and sit there and wait for death? Otherwise, if this is better, then you go in that direction and let me take Wen Ding back to the holding center. Now. There is another apprentice whose whereabouts are unknown, and I don’t have much time.”
Jiang Wen whispered a place, and the Chang brothers finally nodded, took the reluctant Tian Qingwen and the confused Xiao Shitou, and disappeared into the vast night.
Jiang Wen took Hong Wending and sneaked into the Fuzhou government office again, and found that the lights in the government office were dim. As expected, the injured monk Yankong did not return to his old nest, but found another place to recuperate.
When Jiang Wen once again stepped into the cell deep inside the hostage-holding center, what greeted him was not only the resentful eyes of the prisoner who had passed through the pipa bone with an iron hook, but also the surprised words of the prisoner who was covered in heavy shackles.
"Sure enough, he is haunted by demonic thoughts..."
"Such a magic power enters the brain like a boat rising with the water. To remove it from external forces is like putting out a fire with firewood, and to recuperate the internal power will only increase its evil power. In the final analysis, this magic power has become a torrent and a torrent of water in the meridian cliffs. Xiang, so your most yang and strong mentality will not help."
The prisoner leaned against the wall and looked at Hong Wending with piercing eyes. At this time, his beard and hair were disheveled and he was completely invisible. It was extremely difficult to even raise his head and turn around. However, this sight made Hong Wending, who had already calmed down, look at the man who was holding the hatchet. His right hand suddenly clenched tightly.
"But having said that, although I am convinced that you are not here for magical power, why do you think I will help you?"
Jiang Wen touched his chin and looked at the weirdo in front of him seriously.
"Based on the friendship we have had over the past few days eating and living together, what do you think?"
Realizing that Jiang Wen was also telling him, the prisoner on the side who had his body pierced by an iron hook turned his face away, never to have any eye contact with Jiang Wen again.
The prisoner in heavy shackles laughed, but it seemed to have affected his injuries, and then he coughed heavily. There was a constant muffled sound in his chest, and he was almost about to die. The chains on his body also rattled, so that the inside of the cell felt like the sky was falling apart.
"Ahem... In my opinion, only by cultivating the most refined and pure internal energy and sinking into the sea of meridian qi, as an irreplaceable stone in the sea, can we ward off the infringement of demonic arts..."
Jiang Wen showed an expression as if his conspiracy had succeeded. He stayed here for three days, and his efforts were finally in vain. The situation the other party said was indeed very different from what he had guessed.
It's a pity that Jiang Wen only has some skills in teaching the Jiuyang False Scripture, and he doesn't know how to teach other martial arts at all, so he can only seek help from these indigenous masters from the Ming and Qing Dynasties.
The prisoner in heavy shackles suppressed his smile at this time, looked at Jiang Wen coldly and said slowly.
"If you can trust me, leave him here today, and I will teach him a convenient method to conquer his inner demons and clear his mind. I also hope that your apprentice can be as qualified as you said, otherwise, otherwise It is absolutely impossible to understand such a profound and difficult mental method..."
