After Nanfeng woke up, he found himself lying in a strange house with a broken roof and draft on all sides.
The first thing he did after opening his eyes was not to check his injuries, nor to determine where he was now, but to touch his left chest and make sure that the turtle shell was still in his arms before he felt relieved.
"Are you awake?" Fatty's voice came from the side.
Nanfeng tilted his head when he heard the sound and saw the fat man squatting near the door blowing the fire medicine.
"What place is this?" Nanfeng asked. He remembered that the place of the incident was an inn in the city, and the two of them were currently in a strange shabby house.
"A broken house outside the city. I heard that people died here. Are you afraid?" The fat man came over.
Nanfeng frowned and looked at the fat man. The left side of the fat man's face was swollen to the extreme height, and his eyes were swollen to the point where there was only a thin slit left. His appearance was naturally due to those young warriors.
"Why don't you stay in an inn?" Nanfeng stood up with his arms raised. Although his whole body ached, his muscles and bones were not injured. He just felt a little dizzy after sitting up.
"I need to find a quiet place to recuperate. The inn is too noisy. How nice it is here." The fat man squatted down and helped Nanfeng sit upright against the wall.
"Tell the truth." Nanfeng raised his hand to touch his forehead, and when he touched it, he found that his head was wrapped with gauze. No need to ask, his head was broken.
The fat man ran back and continued blowing the fire, "Those people are from the Xiangyun Escort Agency. The Xiangyun Escort Agency is very powerful here. If you offend them, the shop owner doesn't dare to let us live there anymore."
Seeing Nan Feng frowning, the fat man hurriedly spoke to comfort him, "It's pretty good here, the house is big, and you don't have to pay for rent. Look, I've prepared the firewood so it won't freeze at night. I also bought rice. There is also wine, but you have to drink medicine, not wine."
Nanfeng looked around. Although the house was dilapidated, it was relatively spacious. There was a pile of firewood stacked on the right side of the door, and a rice bag with a small half bag of rice. There were two jars on the left side of the firewood pile, one slightly smaller. The larger jar holds water, and the smaller one should be a wine jar. The fat man was also a beggar and knew how to make a living.
"What time is it now?" Nanfeng asked.
"It's the second watch, are you thirsty?" the fat man asked.
Nanfeng shook his head. He already had a headache, and the shaking made it worse.
Seeing him showing his teeth, the fat man hurriedly left the fire, tilted the water jar, poured a bowl of water and brought it over, "I finally know what you have been doing for more than a year."
"What do you mean?" Nanfeng asked casually, taking the water bowl.
"You didn't do anything else, you were just busy offending people." The fat man stretched out his hand and pointed, "It's only been a few days since we met, and now we've met two groups. Why have you offended so many people?"
Nanfeng did not answer the fat man's question. He drank the water and returned the pottery bowl to the fat man, "What is the origin of Xiangyun Escort Agency?"
"It seems to be a very big escort agency, opened by a lay disciple of the Yuqing sect." The fat man went back to cook the medicine, "You are lucky. Fortunately, the woman is here. If she hadn't stopped her, the mourning eyes would have been able to hit you. Kill you."
"I won't just let it go." Nanfeng snorted coldly. The mournful eyes the fat man mentioned were referring to the young warrior who hit him. The corners of his eyes were raised, and at first glance, he was a frivolous and superficial person.
"Don't say goodbye. How many losses have you suffered in the past few years? I am a man of skill, and together we are no match for him. Besides, we both have superficial wounds, so it's nothing serious." Fatty He shook his head repeatedly.
Nanfeng didn't answer. When the seven of them were together, Lu Pingchuan was the one who got beaten the most. Lu Pingchuan was the eldest brother and often stood up for them to seek justice. Gongsun Changle was a tough guy and was beaten frequently. He doesn't feel cowardly and always wants revenge when bullied, and he gets beaten more often. But fat people are not. Fat people have a generous heart and a fat body. They don’t have a good face. They know how to maneuver according to the wind and are the best at seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune.
When I go out, the house is always not so complete. There is only one jar and one bowl. Nanfeng drinks medicine from the bowl. The fat man simply cleaned the jar and used it to cook rice.
When there was no money, they ate gruel. When they had money, they could eat dry rice. The fat man also bought pickles before leaving the city. The two had dinner. The fat man gave his bedding to Nan Feng and slept on a thatched bed.
The fat man slept all day during the day and couldn't sleep at night. "Nan... Lao Liu, you have been a Taoist priest for a year, why haven't you learned any skills?"
Nanfeng sat leaning against the wall, "I have not been a Taoist priest for a long time, and I have been working as a handyman in the mountains."
"What about your blind master? Doesn't he want to see you too?" The fat man had met Nanfeng on the way to Longkong Temple with others, and knew that Nanfeng had worshiped the blind man as his master.
"No, he is very good to me and taught me many qi training techniques, but I have never practiced them," Nanfeng said.
"Why not practice if you can?" The fat man got up to add firewood and came back with a small wine jar.
"I have never settled down, so I am not eager to practice." Nanfeng said. In the later period of Taiqing Mountain, he became a loner. The string in his mind was always tense, for fear of losing his life. After leaving Taiqing Sect, He is also always on tenterhooks, fearing that he will be hunted down along the way. It wasn't until we crossed the river and reached Wei State a few days ago that we felt relieved.
The fat man took a sip of wine, smacked his tongue and shook his head, "Hurry up and practice some kung fu. Without kung fu, you can't do it. This is not Chang'an. It's very chaotic. Getting beaten is a trivial matter. If you encounter a robber who knows kung fu along the way and kill him with one click, then It’s just unjust.”
"Do you want to learn? If you want to learn, I will teach you the formula." Nanfeng reached for the small altar.
"I'm a monk, how can I learn Taoist Kung Fu?" The fat man turned around and said, "What are you doing? You have a wound on your head, so you can't drink."
The fat man hated Nan Feng's frown the most, so when he saw Nan Feng frown, he handed the wine jar to him, "It shouldn't matter if you take a few sips."
Nanfeng took the wine jar and was about to bring it to his mouth when his hand suddenly slipped and the wine jar fell from his hand and fell to the ground broken.
"Look at you, look at you." The fat man felt very distressed and came over to pick up the pieces of the wine jar. Seeing that there was still some residual wine at the bottom of the jar, he carefully pinched the bottom of the jar to Nanfeng, "Come on, come on, There’s a little more here.”
Before Nanfeng could lower his head, the fat man suddenly let go and spilled the remaining drink.
"Who is touching me?" The fat man looked around the broken house in horror.
Nanfeng was also looking around. He had clearly held the wine jar just now, but suddenly let go. The fat man squeezed the bottom of the jar very hard, but he also lost his hand.
"There have been many deaths in this house. It's really a bit evil. I have to recite sutras." The fat man began to recite sutras.
The fat man stopped after reading a few words. He took the Buddhist scriptures from his bag and began to read them according to the book. The Buddhist scriptures were too difficult to pronounce and he couldn't memorize them.
Nanfeng also felt that something was a little strange, so he picked up the pieces of the wine jar while the fat man was chanting, and compared them by the campfire to piece them together. He found that there was a small hole in the middle of the wine jar, which was smaller than a pea. When he pieced together the other side, he found another hole. A small hole is located exactly opposite another small hole.
Nanfeng did not rush to tell the fat man what he had discovered. Instead, he compared the angles of the two small holes on the wine jar and found that the two small holes were facing the east window of the house.
At this time, the windows were all made of wooden edges and papered. The house had long been abandoned, and the window paper had been destroyed by wind and rain, leaving only the broken window frames.
"Stop reading it." Nanfeng pushed the fat man.
"I just felt someone push me. This house is really dirty." The fat man was still frightened.
"Where did you get the medicine I drank from?" Nanfeng asked. The two small holes on the wine jar already showed that this matter had nothing to do with ghosts, but was done by a human being. This person was able to release spiritual energy, and at least he lived above the mountain. A master of purple energy cultivation.
"A drug store in the city." The fat man replied casually.
"Is this medicine a contraindication to alcohol?" Nanfeng asked.
"Yes, the doctor has warned me not to drink alcohol after taking medicine." The fat man said.
Nan Feng knew for sure that there might be an expert observing him secretly. Not only did this person know that he was injured, he even knew that he was not allowed to drink alcohol in a situation like his, so he risked exposing his whereabouts and stopped him from drinking. Drinks.
First of all, everyone in Taiqing Sect can be excluded. After Tianqizi disappeared, other people have lost confidence in him and will not follow him or protect him secretly. This matter is even more unlikely to be done by someone sent by the second generation Xuan. The other party may follow him, but they will never protect him.
Who is this person