In late spring, Willow City is covered with mist and rain.
Zhu Yanyin leaned against the head of the bed, his eyes full of anticipation: "According to the divine doctor, when will my martial arts skills be restored?"
Before the doctor could answer, the person standing next to him couldn't help but say, "Wake up, second brother. We in the Zhu family don't have that kind of stuff at all."
Zhu Yanyin didn't believe it: "I have lost my memory now, so you can just talk nonsense."
Zhu Yanhui found it really hard to understand why his second brother became like this after going out for an outing. Logically, the bandits only robbed his bag and valuables and did not draw their swords to hurt anyone, so how could he be frightened to death? This shouldn't be the case. This is too embarrassing.
Zhu Yanyin: "Brother, I'm not stupid."
Zhu Yanhui: "No, you are stupid."
Otherwise, how could the second young master of the Zhu family, a famous scholar, suddenly become interested in the big sword in the blacksmith shop, and keep talking about "martial arts cultivation" and "gathering divine light". Doctors were invited one after another, but none of them could cure this strange disease of amnesia and delirium. In the end, they only prescribed a bunch of warming and nourishing prescriptions, which made Zhu Yanyin's face flushed and energetic, and he became more and more troublesome to the whole family.
Thinking of this, Zhu Yanhui was almost furious.
The spring day was still cold, and the fire in the house did not warm up enough. Zhu Yanyin pulled up the quilt and tucked his chin in, revealing only a pair of slightly upturned, heartless peach blossom eyes. He was thin, with a head of messy black hair, and looked rare haggard and sickly. He could not be beaten or scolded.
Zhu Yanhui had no choice but to repeat patiently: "Our Zhu family is a family of scholars."
Zhu Yanyin thought to himself, I get it, you repeat this eight hundred times a day, people from scholarly families must have calluses on their ears.
But a family of scholars and a chivalrous man are not contradictory.
Then he suddenly had another thought: "Could it be that I have been possessed by someone?"
Zhu Yanhui looked at him in surprise.
Zhu Yanyin propped himself up and sat up a little, his expression slightly excited: "Resurrection through a corpse, you should have heard of it, right?"
Zhu Yanhui really didn't understand why he was so excited all of a sudden. He was full of confusion, so he ordered his servants to fetch the account book and said coldly, "Read it first before deciding whether to seize the body or not."
Zhu Yanyin opened the
On the fifth day of February, in Lao Wang’s blacksmith shop, there are eighteen peerless swords.
On the sixth day of February, I went to the Wendao Bookstore in the south of the city and bought all 49 volumes of "Dragon Subduing Palm: From Beginner to Advanced".
On the seventh day of the second lunar month, a furnace for alchemy was built at home.
On the eighth day of the second month, some materials needed for alchemy were purchased.
On the ninth day of the second lunar month, the alchemy furnace exploded.
…
Zhu Yanhui asked: "Do you know why you can do whatever you want?"
Zhu Yanyin glanced at the total amount of money he had spent during this period, and answered piously and respectfully: "I understand, because I am the real son of the Zhu family. Don't worry, big brother, I will never mention the matter of taking over another body again."
And then Zhu Yanyin really never mentioned it again. Firstly, this matter was really nonsense, and secondly, he really had no money. Although the Zhu family was rich, since the day when the second young master spent a huge amount of money to buy out all the blacksmith shops in the city, his generous monthly salary had completely become an empty legend that was only heard of.
In the warm morning sun, a servant carrying a box of snacks was running briskly. His name was Zhu Xiaosui, and he was Zhu Yanyin's servant. Everyone in the mansion liked this child very much, and Zhu Yanyin liked him too. Of course, if the other party could talk less, he would like him even more.
Zhu Xiaosui pushed open the courtyard door and saw Zhu Yanyin standing in the courtyard. Sure enough, he started nagging again: "Why isn't the young master lying in bed?"
Zhu Yanyin said: "I want to go see my elder brother."
"The eldest master is busy. We have guests at home today." Zhu Xiaosui took some snacks for him to eat. "They are from the Famous Sword Sect in the northwest."
"Mingjianmen?" Hearing these three words full of the spirit of the martial arts world, Zhu Yanyin's heart moved, "Is he here to see me?"
Zhu Xiaosui denied it fluently, saying that the other person came for business and it had nothing to do with you.
Zhu Yanyin was puzzled: "But I always feel that I am a man of the world, there must be some reason for this, are you really not hiding anything from me? And I have been having a dream recently, it is very vivid, and it seems to be related to my experience before I lost my memory."
Zhu Xiaosui squatted beside him: "What did you dream about, sir?"
Zhu Yanyin answered without stopping, "I dreamed that my whole family tied me to the bed and forced me to drink Hedinghong in order to prevent me from becoming a big devil."
Zhu Xiaosui was stunned and wanted to vomit blood. As a personal servant, he knew many secrets and had an even greater obligation to make his master stop having these messy thoughts as soon as possible. So he pulled Zhu Yanyin into the bedroom and lifted the bed with one hand.
Sure enough, there is an inside story! Second Master Zhu suppressed his excitement and asked calmly, "Are you finally willing to tell the truth?"
Zhu Xiaosui moved out three full boxes of books.
Zhu Yanyin thought to himself, I have collected so many martial arts secrets, I am so amazing.
He leaned over to pick up a book, opened it and saw that, by coincidence, the illustration was of a man and a woman, holding medicine and holding the head, pouring it into the wounded man lying on the bed. The title of the book was also very straightforward, it was called "The Great Hero Sima Wudi Lost His Life at the Hands of a Male and Female Thief".
"… "
This thing obviously had nothing to do with the martial arts secrets. Zhu Yanyin changed one book after another, and then another.
"The leader of the martial arts world retired from the underworld, and the ambitions of various factions surfaced" "The former leader of the martial arts world retired from the underworld and started raising pigs to get rich" "Rumors are debunked, the leader of the martial arts world did not return to the countryside to raise pigs"...
Zhu Yanyin was in mixed mood and looked up at Zhu Xiaosui.
Zhu Xiaosui ignored him and first moved the three large boxes back and laid out the bedding again. Then he told her everything: "These were bought by the young master before. He hid them under the bed because he was afraid of being scolded by the master."
Zhu Yanyin couldn't understand: "Why should I buy this thing?"
Zhu Xiaosui replied: "Because you really yearn for the martial arts world."
Yearning for the Jianghu, but unable to enter it. The Zhu family in Jiangnan has been a family of scholars for generations. Most of the Misty Willow City is private property of the ancestral home. The children in the family are handsome, talented, good at playing couplets, and each of them has written 300 poems. They have always looked down on violent and reckless men, and disdain to associate with people in the Jianghu.
In such a family motto and environment, the second son Zhu's chivalrous spirit had nowhere to go, and it seemed that the only way left was to read books and daydream. Zhu Yanyin sat by the bed and listened to the servant talk about the past for two hours. He finally accepted the reality that he was just an ordinary son of a noble family, who did not know martial arts and had never set foot in the martial arts world. The reason why he had those fancy dreams was entirely because he had read too many miscellaneous books before.
Zhu Xiaosui thought, everyone in the world knows that the second young master is talented, how can he be mediocre? When he walks on the street, the embroidered handkerchief flutters on his body like snow.
Zhu Yanyin patted his shoulder and said, "Let's go outside and relax."
This time, they went to Zhu Yanhui's residence. Mr. Zhu has not been in good health in recent years, and he has left most of the household affairs to his brothers and nephews, and he enjoys his leisure time. The Zhu family is large and has many miscellaneous matters. In the words of Zhu Xiaosui, "The eldest son is so busy that he doesn't even have time to get married, and the second son even broke his head." The indignant tone of her voice made Zhu Yanyin feel that "the reason why the eldest brother is still single is because he has a stupid younger brother at home."
Zhu Yanhui saw the burden looking out the gate of the courtyard.
"Second brother!"
"Brother." Zhu Yanyin bowed respectfully.
Zhu Yanhui walked out of the front hall and said, "It's cold outside, why don't you take a rest in your room?"
Zhu Yanyin actually came to apologize, because he remembered that when he had just lost his memory, he kept clamoring to buy sword and knife secrets, built a furnace to make elixirs, spent money like water, and regarded anyone who tried to dissuade him as an evil villain. Now think about it, he was not hung on the beam and beaten with jujube thorns for this, which shows that family love is indeed thicker than water.
So he held Zhu Yanhui's hand and vowed: "Brother, I have been ignorant all this time. Don't worry, I will never mention the martial arts world again, and I will never yearn for the martial arts world."
Zhu Yanhui's eyebrows twitched slightly.
Zhu Yanyin wanted to make amends for his unreasonable behavior, so he took the initiative to ask, "Is there anything at home that I can help you with recently?"
Zhu Yanhui said: "Yes."
Zhu Yanyin immediately clasped his fists and said, "I will go through fire and water without hesitation."
Zhu Yanhui got even more troubled when he saw his attitude of a wild man… no, a reckless man. He said, “Five days later, follow Young Master Zhao to participate in the martial arts conference.”
Zhu Yanyin was stunned: "Ah?"
At this time, another man came out from the front hall. He was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, and looked very handsome. He was Zhao Mingchuan, the young master of Mingjian Sect.
If it were any other time, Zhu Yanhui would definitely not want to deal with the martial arts sects, but his younger brother is mentally ill and no doctor in the country can cure him. The only hope is the number one doctor in the martial arts world.
The first genius doctor's treatment depends entirely on his mood. Money is not enough, and all the people Zhu Yanhui sent were turned away. There was no other way, so he could only seek help from Zhao Mingchuan, who was quite popular in the martial arts world. It happened that the Zhao family also wanted to use the influence of the Zhu family in Jiangnan to expand the sword business. The two sides hit it off and decided to seek medical treatment and do business together.
Zhu Yanhui said: "On the third day of May, a martial arts conference will be held in Jincheng. I heard that the miracle doctor will also be there."
Zhu Yanyin immediately asked: "When do we set off?"
Zhu Yanhui looked at him with an expression that said, "I knew you still wanted to venture into the martial arts world. You just lied to me and said something like 'I will never yearn for the martial arts world.' Look at how impatient you are. My brother is so ignorant. My head hurts."
Zhu Yanyin: No, please listen to my explanation, I really just want to put your mind at ease!
That night, the group packed up their luggage and headed towards Jincheng.
Zhao Mingchuan was cheerful and likable. Zhu Yanyin became his drinking buddy within a few days and found out a lot about the martial arts world. For example, the martial arts conference was not held once a year. If the east, west, south, north and sea were peaceful, it would not be necessary to not hold it for ten years. But if there were evil people causing chaos, it was not uncommon to hold it eight times a year.
Zhu Yanyin asked: "Is there chaos in Jincheng this time?"
"It's Snow City. The evil cult in Snow City in the northeast has revived." Zhao Mingchuan explained that the reason why he chose Jincheng to hold the martial arts conference was to invite someone.
"who?"
"The Palace Master of Jincheng Wanren Palace, Li Sui."
Zhu Yanyin guessed that the person who could attract hundreds of righteous martial arts sects to gather in Jincheng must be an extraordinary person.
Zhao Mingchuan nodded: "His martial arts are unrivaled."
"How many covers?"
"He can beat a hundred of me with one hand."
Zhu Yanyin was slightly surprised to show respect, because he was thinking that he might not be able to beat even half of Zhao Mingchuan, while the opponent could beat a hundred of them, a hundred of them, which was indeed amazing.
Zhao Mingchuan was worried again: "Although Palace Master Li is very skilled in martial arts, he never pays attention to the affairs of the martial arts world. I don't know if he is willing to help this time."
Zhu Yanyin poured him some tea. "Even if Wanren Palace is unwilling to help, with so many upright martial arts sects here, are they still afraid that they can't deal with the Demon Sect? From what I've read in the storybooks, most of the demons live in dark palaces, clamoring to kill people every day, wearing black robes, with pale ghost faces, marrying a stunning beauty, and putting some ghostly decorations on the walls, they think they are invincible. In fact, they are ridiculous and not to be feared."
Zhao Mingchuan still sighed, alas.
…
Jincheng, Wanren Palace.
In the empty underground hall, the cold air almost permeated the walls and stone steps. White lotus grew stubbornly from the cracks in the stones, hanging in the air in layers.
The shadow guard reported: "There are more and more martial arts sects gathering in the city."
The man in black leaned on a stone chair with an indifferent expression. His fingertips stroked a lotus flower and said, "Let them go."
The shadow guard was worried: "But this time, the other party seems to be determined to ask the Palace Master to come out."
"Never mind."
"If the leader of the martial arts world leads a visit..."
Li Sui became annoyed and stood up and walked towards the back hall.
"Then kill them."
How to say it, a dark palace, Youlian pretending to be a ghost, a pale face in a black robe, clamoring to kill people, and being invincible in the world.
All he needs is a stunning beauty who would come to him on her own initiative, and then Palace Master Li would be able to successfully gather the "Seven Common Elements of Jianghu Demons".
The second young master Zhu, who had come to the door on his own initiative, was looking up at the magnificent bluestone city gate under the setting sun, full of amazement.
Ah, so this is Jincheng!