soul shifting

The night in mid-autumn was already chilly, and after the dew fell, the little heat accumulated during the day would soon be wiped out.Most of the houses in the village and the city have turned off the lights, and a few stray dogs are still sniffing around the back door of the restaurant, looking for leftover leftovers.

Xuan Miao Pavilion is like a giant sleeping beast, the light in its pupils is covered by its eyelids, and its breathing is long and shallow.

In the stable next to the back door, an attendant pulled out an old horse and put the shaft on its bony shoulders: "Master Shen, do you really not need a slave to take you back?"

Shen An took the driver's seat: "No, it's not far away, it'll be there in an hour. I'll let the horse come back tomorrow, and let it rest overnight, after all, it's getting old."

He shook the rein of the horse and drove the car onto the path outside the back door. The wheels were a bit old and made a half-dead groan/groan from time to time.

It was cold at night, and Shen An wore a thick cotton cloak with fine gold velvet sewn inside, but unfortunately it still couldn't completely block the invasion of cold air, and after only half an hour of traveling, he was already a little drowsy.

The front section of the driving path has always been straight, but now it suddenly turns a big bend, bypassing a forest with lush grass.There are a few dead trees in the forest, and there are pitch-black crows standing on the branches. Startled by the sound of the wheels, they screamed "嘎", exuding an ominous atmosphere.

Shen An tilted his head, knocked on the hood of the car, and woke up sleepily.He rubbed his eyes, covered his mouth with his hands, and sneezed earth-shatteringly, echoing high and low in the quiet forest.The crow spread its wings and fluttered into the night sky.

The moon was covered by dark clouds, the light was dim in all directions, a cold wind blew past, and a few branches in the forest swayed up and down unnaturally.The old horse walked into the shadow of a big tree with a broken cart with crooked wheels. He suddenly raised his head and neighed, his legs trembled.

Shen An's pupils shrank suddenly, and he jumped off the carriage.He frowned, and found a thin needle with a cold light on Old Mumble's neck.He pulled out the needle and sniffed it under the tip of his nose. There was a unique stench of snake venom on the needle tip.

The old horse struggled in pain twice, its long tail swept up a cloud of dust on the ground, and then stopped moving, a few dim lone stars were reflected in the dilated pupils.

A group of men in black robes appeared silently like shadows, and quickly surrounded Shen An with their footsteps.

This group of people is uniformly dressed, wearing black gauze hats, black gauze cloaks with silver borders, soft-soled military boots, and various weapons hanging from their waists.

The leading man in black took a step forward: "We have no intention of harming Your Excellency. You just need to leave the carriage behind and you can leave safely."

The only thing in the carriage was the emerald statue that was once bestowed by the leader, Shen An sneered: "This is really hard for me, the treasure that the leader only rewarded today, I will give it away before I have a good look at it, how can I be willing to give it away? "

The man in black threatened: "If your Excellency refuses to cooperate, we will have to offend. I hope you will not toast or eat fine wine."

Shen An said with a smile: "I don't like drinking!" He exerted his foot force, his whole body seemed to be weightless, he turned and jumped out, and entered the carriage compartment in a blink of an eye.

Shen An breathed a sigh of relief, channeled his inner strength into the palm of his hand, and pushed hard on the crystal box. The huge box of about a hundred kilograms was knocked into the air by his palm, broke through the carriage shed, and slammed into a man in black robe.The man was knocked to pieces, lying on his back until he was unconscious, the crystal box was shattered into pieces, and the emerald statue rolled out.

Shen An took off his cloak, wrapped the statue on his back, jumped up to the treetops, and walked lightly and flexibly on the branches, leaping like the wind, not even a drop of dew was disturbed, and he was not affected by the weight on his back.

The black-robed man was well-trained, and his troops were divided into three groups to chase and intercept Shen An, and the grove was besieged on all sides for a while in the dark moon and high wind.

In the pitch-black forest, the canopy of each tree is like a group of ghosts, behind which lurks a ghost sucking blood.

Shen An ran for a while, when a man in black robe suddenly appeared from the left, flicked his wrist, and threw out a dart; Shen An raised his hand to block, the dart collided with the wrist guard, making a crisp sound of "Dang".

There was a flutter of leaves above his head, and a man with a horizontal sword on his chest made a move of "Changhong Piercing the Sun". He turned around to avoid the overwhelming sword energy, and then stuck the statue between the branches, with his right hand on top, jumped up with his strength, kicked the swordsman's back with both feet, and kicked him off the treetop , fell into a dog gnawing shit.

More men in black robes appeared from behind the leaves, with small bows/crossbows tied to their wrists. With a flick of the gun, a steel needle as thin as a cow's hair flew towards Shen An like drizzle.Shen An lifted the statue with one hand, swung around the treetops, did a backflip like a fish, slid out through the gaps in the rain of needles, circled around the tree trunks and circled down.

A circle of swordsmen had already ambushed on the ground, and when he landed, he rose from the bushes and swooped down condescendingly.Shen An shook his sleeves without changing his face, and drew out his weapon.

It was a folding fan as long as a forearm. The fan bone was made of black iron, and the tip was decorated with a blade as thin as a cicada's wing.

Shen An raised his eyelids, and the black iron fan in his palm made a vigilant low sound. He bent his knees, and passed the folding fan upwards. There was a deafening "clang" from the fan bones and the blade, and he managed to hold five of them. long sword!Shen An swung his long legs across, and performed a move of "Flying Sand and Moving Stones", took the opportunity to spread the folding fan, and threw it with his hands.The pointed blade merged into a series of arc-shaped blade lights, and when he got close to him, it was like a strong wind blowing, and between releasing and retracting, blood was already seen.

Shen An flicked the folding fan, and the blood beads fell to the ground, and when he opened the fan again, there was not a trace of blood left on Bai Juan.

The silk fan surface of this iron fan is soaked in tung oil, and there is a picture of autumn rain on the parasol tree painted in colored ink on the fan.The sycamore tree is very tall, with withered leaves, showing a little bleak and fragile in the cold autumn rain.A cicada the size of a mung bean is lying on the trunk. The wings of the cicada are thin and transparent, reflecting the withered and yellow leaves under the tree.Two small characters are engraved in seal script on the end of the fan handle: Han Chan.

The injured swordsman was escorted away by his companions, and a circle of men in black robes who used flying claws came forward again, and the iron claws in their hands made a sharp sound of piercing through the air.Shen An shook the cicada lightly, half of his face was covered by the wide fan, only a pair of stern eyes were exposed: "I advise you to retreat in spite of difficulties, if you want me to take action again, it will not only hurt your muscles and bones."

The leader was unmoved, waved his right hand, and said in a low voice: "Do it." More than ten flying claws shot towards Shen An like feather arrows, intertwined into a giant net in the air, binding his hands and feet in the blink of an eye .

Shen An tightened the rope with both hands, and swung it forcefully, allowing the tyrannical internal force to be transmitted along the rope. The black-robed man was caught off guard by a blow from Geshan Da Niu, and his chest burst with blood, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood.Shen Anteng made a move, turned Han Chan, cut off the ropes binding his legs and feet, and chased after a fleeing man in black.

The man just took advantage of Shen An being restrained and grabbed the jadeite sculpture with his flying claws. After stealing the things, he ran wildly, his footsteps were as heavy as drums, and his speed was not slow.Seeing that Shen An couldn't catch up with him, he took a blade from the chilling cicada, flicked two fingers, and the flying knife swept out, hitting the side of the man's neck.

The slender blade shot out suddenly from a distance of several feet, splitting the carotid artery in two, before the blood spewed out, the person fell down first.Shen An caught up with him in a few steps, unwrapped the statue from the corpse, took a glance in his hand, and immediately threw it away as if his paws were scalded by a hot potato, and walked away in the opposite direction.

The sculpture was glued with a pack of black powder/powder by the man in black. The fuse had already been ignited, and before it hit the ground, it exploded into a ball of blazing fire, burning the nearby vegetation into scorched earth.Shen An's footsteps were already fast, but the distance was too close, and the scorching air waves swept over the sky, flying him into the air, hitting and breaking several thick branches in his back one after another, it was so painful that he doubted his life.

The earth-shattering explosion ignited a raging fire in the forest, illuminating the night sky like day, and the frightened birds soared into the sky, howling piercingly in the gunpowder smoke.

Shen An was piled up beside the tree roots like a torn rag, and his clothes were as if they had just been dug out from the ashes.He slowed down for a while, then he got up paralyzed, wiped off the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, and said in his heart: "It's really coming, I'm afraid you won't come."

The men in black robes are like a gust of wind that comes and goes without a trace, and there is no trace of them in the huge woods.The dilapidated carriage on the path outside the forest was still swaying gently in the breeze, and the creaking sound was like a sad sigh.

Shen An's leg was injured by a tree branch, so he walked to the side of the car step by step, bent down and groped under the car for a while, and pulled out a tied black cloth bag.

Inside the cloth bag was a child with a stiff body. His limbs were cold and his skin was dry. His whole body exuded the breath of death, but at least there was a little breath that was as thin as a gossamer under the tip of his nose.The whole body of the child was painted with emerald green paint, which looked like it was made of emerald. It was the "child statue" sealed in the crystal box.

Shen An washed off the paint on the child with stream water, brushed his eyelashes with his fingertips, then held him in his arms, wrapped him tightly in his outer robe, and limped away along the path.

He left Xuanmiao Pavilion overnight with an excuse, and played with Master Zeng to get rid of the golden cicada.

After the General Assembly, Shen An secretly made a scarecrow, stuffed its belly with stones, pasted a shell with green silk, and then swapped the dummy with the real person in the crystal box.

Although Zeng Sixi didn't know that Shen An had discovered his secret, out of prudence, he couldn't allow Shen An to bring the statue back to his Huoyun Villa alive, so he had only two options: first, kill Shen An, take the statue back; second, make it disappear before Shen An has a chance to take a closer look at the statue.

Shen An deliberately found an excuse to bid farewell to Xuan Miao Pavilion overnight, and used the night to cover his rough dummy. Fortunately, he did not show his flaws in front of those black-robed assassins.

He gambled twice here, betting that since the leader has so many rare and rare treasures, he would not personally kill him in order to regain this living statue; betting that his martial arts cultivation is high enough to force the leader The assassin chooses the second option.

If both games can be won, Master Zeng will think that the statue has been removed, and there is no possibility of his bad deeds being discovered, so he will no longer think about chasing him; but if he loses one game, It is very likely that he will stop cooking on the spot, let alone save the child.Even though he is handsome and has a natural appearance, he still breaks out in a cold sweat of fear.

Shen An dragged a wounded leg and went back to Huoyun Villa outside Chiyuan Town. When he came to the main gate, he hammered the door loudly and said, "Come quickly, the hall master returns to the villa!"

At this time, a faint white belly just appeared on the distant horizon, Hall Master Shen inhumanely disrupted the dream of a family servant.The lighted oil lamps and candles are like little flames of hope.

An hour later.

The shopkeeper of Tongren Medicine Shop in the east of Chiyuan Town is surnamed Liang. He is an old doctor who can help the world. famous.Mr. Liang is not only highly skilled in medicine, but also has a kind and responsible heart.He never shoddy or deliberately raised the price of medicines when he bought medicines. When he encountered poor patients who were in urgent need of medical treatment, he often made free consultations.

Dr. Liang packs up the medicine box every day before going to bed and puts it next to the bed in case he needs to go to the doctor at any time; no matter it is midnight or it is pouring rain, as long as there is a patient's need, he never shirks the delay.

Before dawn, a young man with the appearance of a doorman ran to the door of Tongren Medicine Shop, and shouted loudly through his hoarse male voice: "Doctor, help!"

Dr. Liang put on his long gown and poked his head out of the window: "What's wrong?"

The young man answered irrelevantly: "Two patients, one is my hall master, who is about to die! The other is a child picked up by him."

Shen An in Huoyun Villa sneezed.

Dr. Liang quickly tidied up his appearance, carried the medicine box on his back and followed the boy to the outskirts of the city.He has old cold legs, and after the autumn was cold, he faintly started to attack, his knees were stiff and it was difficult to move, and after arriving at Huoyun Villa, he was sweating all over.

That young man with a voice like a male duck has no eyesight. He didn't know how to help the old man carry the box on the way, and he didn't let him take a breath when he entered the Zhuangzi. He dragged the doctor out of Shen An's house in a hurry, as if rushing to reincarnate.

The door of Shen An's room was ajar, and there was a burst of wailing from inside the room: "Oh, my leg is about to break! It hurts so much——" The word "ah" in the final sound dragged on for a long time, and even the singers couldn't help it. To be ashamed.

As soon as Dr. Liang heard that the patient was still full of energy, he must not be as serious as the bluffing young man, and his suspended heart relaxed a lot.

Shen An curled up behind the curtain of the bed, holding his right leg and screaming. There were several maids in front of the bed who were in distress. When he saw Dr. Liang, he immediately grabbed the old man's hand like a straw: "Master, the doctor is here!"

Dr. Liang opened the medicine box calmly: "Where is your injury? Let this old man take a look."

Shen An was very shameless: "The injury is on the thigh, and you can only look at it by taking off your pants. Girls, go out first, I will charge money for showing women."

Some of the maids blushed, some rolled their eyes, and they came out in a single file. Dr. Liang stretched out his hand and opened the blue gauze bed curtain.Shen An was only wearing a white jacket, his trousers had been taken off, and a long and narrow wound stretched from his knee to the root of his thigh.Although the wound stopped bleeding on its own, it started to become red, swollen and inflamed due to untimely treatment.

Doctor Liang checked for a while, took out the medicine bottle and the knife from the medicine box, and began to deal with them skillfully.Disinfecting the inflamed wound was very torturous, Shen An couldn't stand it for a while, and broke out in cold sweat one after another.

Dr. Liang cut off the carrion around his wound with a flat-edged knife, and then picked it up with tweezers, cleaned it up, and the knife was cut without any mistakes, and there was no bleeding at all.

After the golden sore medicine was finished, Shen An breathed a sigh of relief, wiped off the sweat from his forehead, and asked the maid to take the doctor to see the child he had rescued in the side room.

The author has something to say: Thank you @魔行小天使 for throwing thunder~~

Master Shen's exclusive fighting (zhuang) frame (bi) sharp weapon has appeared, isn't it very annoying! ! ~