Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of the Swordsman

Chapter 50

(This is the remake of the first volume, and it is still filling in the pits, you can skip it if you accidentally click it)
Under the setting sun, a few green willows hang down their shoulders and move with the wind. The disciples of the martial arts hall cross their arms and look at the figure dressed as a Taoist not far away. They are moving back and forth under the shade of the green willows.

At the front of the crowd was a coach who was five-year-old and three-year-old, leading all the people in the martial arts hall, all of whom were calm and collected.

In the center surrounded by the crowd, that figure was practicing a gentle and elegant martial art. At first glance, it looked like a Wu Qinxi for strengthening the body, and there was nothing new about it. The martial arts disciples gradually dispersed.

But slowly, there was a breeze blowing around the sides of the people, and the thousands of willows in the green trees were disturbed together. It was like a distant wind blowing in front of them, and then slowly, like a long wind urging waves, the moves of the person under the willow tree gradually Turned into bitterness, negligence has moved like the wind.

At the end of a set of kung fu practice, I saw that he rotated his palms inwards and pushed his palms outwards violently.

"Okay! Jiang Wen, your soft palms keep you calm while moving, and you strike later. I think it's enough to establish a school!"

Some knowledgeable martial arts disciples began to applaud at this time, and words of flattery emerged endlessly.

The five big and three thick instructors were also applauding. His gray hair was hard to hide, and it was obvious that his actual age was not as young and strong as his appearance. At this time, the martial arts disciples behind him who didn't know how serious they were, also quickly echoed and applauded.

The man named Jiang Wen was in a low mood, and he slapped his palm on the tree trunk casually. After dissipating all the strength of his body, he finally stood up and calmed down.

"Hey, today's Xiamei Town Martial Arts Symposium is not beautiful without an old beggar. Also, what's so great about it?"

The young Taoist loosened his muscles and passed through the crowd to come to the instructor.

"When I have mastered the Yijin Jing, Washing the Marrow Sutra, and the Eight Desolation and Six Harmonies Sovereign Kung Fu, and get through the two channels of Ren and Du, I won't be able to soar into the sky? By then, flying flowers and picking leaves can hurt people, so why do I need to practice hard?" Disgraceful martial arts."

Master Luo, the coach of Bailian Martial Arts Hall, laughed. He didn't care about Jiang Wen's rhetoric. He just felt sorry for the young man in front of him. Crooked things—probably because of martial arts practice gone awry, something went wrong with my mind.

Since ancient times, the process of internal strength is originally a Taoist practice of cultivating the inner nature. The purpose is to make the viscera, meridians, skin, muscles, muscles and bones full of true energy, open and unobstructed, and to strengthen the body by breathing inside, and to travel around the world in single clothes outside. However, I have never heard of the supernatural powers of exhaling the true energy and hurting people from a distance after practicing to the deepest level.

Master Luo couldn't bear the good seedlings to go astray, and still tried to persuade him. Mianzhang has always been a kung fu, and it can't be successful without ten years of hard work. Therefore, Master Luo patted Jiang Wen on the shoulder to persuade his own martial arts disciples, " What are you looking at? If you don’t have the endowment of others, just work hard, otherwise don’t complain if you get beaten!”

The martial arts disciples who were watching the excitement dispersed, leaving only the two of them in the big courtyard, Master Luo said in a low voice.

"My group of apprentices are unlearned and incompetent, and they all missed their eyes. What cotton palm? This is clearly Wudang's Taiyi cotton palm!"

When passing under the tree, he pulled the willow branch with his hands, and the rough old skin fell down like raindrops, revealing the smooth and tender new skin, which peeled off in a shape that was not too big or small, just like the palm of a hand shape.

"In this world, only Wudang's Taiyi Cotton Palm can achieve such a palm strength that penetrates through the armor and is so strong that there is no trace on the surface of the body after hitting the body, but the inside is injured."

"Jiang Wen, it's already unimaginable that you can practice the difficult cotton palm kung fu to the level of perfection in only three years. What is there to be dissatisfied with? Are you unhappy every day?"

"Master is indeed a man of knowledge."

Jiang Wen showed a faint smile, moved his palm joints and sighed, "It's a pity, I thought this kung fu contained the mystery of exposing the internal strength to the outside, but I didn't expect it to still be the secret power of the external fist and foot, which is far away from me." What I was looking for was very different..."

Master Luo turned his head to look at Jiang Wen, with a look of hating iron but not steel. He didn't expect the other party to practice honestly once, but he still planned to fantasize, and suddenly became angry.

"I told you a long time ago that you can't do kung fu by yourself. You see that you are injured and obsessed every day. You spend eight out of ten days lying in bed. Don't you plan to mess around with me at my age? Be a coach for nothing?"

"Hmph, it's hard for me to explain to you that the painting style is different. After I have mastered kung fu, I will let you open your eyes by stabbing your ass with a knife."

Jiang Wen replied unyieldingly, and Master Luo, the coach of the martial arts school, wanted to persuade him, but seeing Jiang Wen walked away without looking back, he had no choice but to shut his mouth angrily.

Heartbroken Jiang Wen walked away from the martial arts hall, and in a blink of an eye, he came to an ancient town with winding water circulation.

This Xiamei town is an important tea town at the foot of Wuyi Mountain. It is full of tea houses, ticket offices, car and boat teams, and warehouses. Daily tea goods inspection, weighing, packaging, and delivery are all running in an orderly manner.

The four brothers of the Zou family in the town received millions of dollars in business and became the richest man in Xiamei. They built more than [-] luxury houses. Before and after that, the surnames Fang, Ma, and Chen also built houses in Xiamei, and the place became more and more prosperous. .

In front of the eyes, the water is dense at dusk, but the Dang River in the center of the town is flowing slowly, and there is a thriving scene on both sides.In the past, merchants gathered here, and then left with their goods. The narrow bridge gate seemed to be unable to withstand the current prosperity, and was about to collapse into a field of ashes.

The place where the most pedestrians gathered was at the street entrance, and a few officials who looked like officials posted notices at the entrance of the town, attracting more people to stop and stay.

When the first government notice was posted, there was a sudden gasp in the surroundings, as if something horrific had happened, and at this time, as long as a person of insight stood up and talked nonsense, there would be a crowd of people wandering around scene.

"The massacre of the Zhao family, the murderer has not been caught yet..."

"You have to know that five people died suddenly overnight. How could it be so easy to find out? The government interrogated many people without distinction of right and wrong, but they didn't find any clues about the murderer..."

"Where did the murderer come from?"

Suddenly a voice rose an octave, "Their family has clearly offended the sprites in the mountains, how can they catch the real culprit!"

This person's words were so convincing that they shocked others instantly. When they looked closely, they turned out to be the owner of the noodle stall at the gate of the town. ——Then Guo saw that he whetted his appetite, and led a group of people to his noodle stall.

Among the remaining people were tea farmers, peddlers, booksellers, and well-dressed coolies. Jiang Wen also moved to the front, wanting to read the content above, but he hadn't seen the content below clearly. The subordinate staff drove away the crowd, took out the remaining two notices, and covered them with paste.

"The government is in charge of the Miemen case, if you talk nonsense again, I will arrest you all!"

The subordinate staff pointed at the notice viciously and yelled, "The county magistrate has an order that there may be gangsters who may flee to this county recently. If you see any suspicious people, remember to report to the government immediately, and you must not hide anything! "

After finishing speaking, the subordinate staff turned around and left without looking back, obviously resenting the hard work, and let the spectators stay where they are, but this time, the crowd didn't have any intention of watching and discussing.

——The massacre of strange powers and gods is just a chat after dinner, but Jiang Yang's robbers will kill people and silence them. Such rewards are life-saving, and ordinary people have nothing to do with this matter. I am afraid that life is too long.

The young Taoist went up to take a closer look, but it was a pity that the notice was completely stained with paste, causing Jiang Yang's face to become hideous and terrifying. He read it several times in detail, but he didn't even recognize a name. It's just that I barely know that it's a group of snitches and gangsters who kill and rob.

The so-called Miemen massacre was actually the bizarre death of five members of a Zhao family in Xiamei Town. Due to the bizarre process, the news spread like wildfire and the details became more and more confusing.

But what is certain is that the family had been dead for a long time when the investigation was carried out. Maggots were all over the house, and the skull was covered with densely packed small holes, which were full of white eggs of maggots, just like the rumored Gu. Alive, these poisonous insects are already stuck in it.

"The county people don't care about death, and they still want to take credit for this. I don't think this county magistrate is destined to be a long time."

Jiang Wen sighed in a low voice, and when he looked up, he saw withered leaves flying all over the ground.

At this time, the sun is setting and the grass is bleak and the autumn is bleak. The poor traveler only hurts the wanderer. The cold wind suddenly blows towards the passers-by in the late twilight. Taking advantage of the last setting sun, I went to a less populated place.

(End of this chapter)