What is this for
Jian Xingzhi was completely confused.
Seeing Jian Xingzhi not speaking, the sword cultivator frowned and said, "Did you hit someone? Don't you know that private fighting is prohibited in the main city of the deserted city?"
"We are a city full of sword cultivators," Jian Xingzhi was surprised to hear this, "but fighting is prohibited?!"
Upon hearing this, the sword cultivator raised his eyelids and said, "This city is full of sword cultivators. If we allow fighting, will it mean that everyone can live?"
What he said made sense, and Jian Xingzhi was speechless. Seeing that he didn't say anything, Jian Xiu took out a fairy-locking rope and said, "If you don't say anything, it means you admit it. Then take it away."
"etc!"
Jian Xingzhi reacted. He glanced at Yan Wushuang who was lying on the ground and stealing glances at him, and immediately said, "He was the first to do it."
"My Lord!" Yan Wushuang lay on the ground, his face full of sorrow. "You know what I am capable of. How could I take the initiative to cause trouble?"
The sword cultivator hesitated for a moment, Jian Xingzhi looked around, and without hesitation, he slapped himself secretly, took a step back and fell to the ground, spitting out blood.
"Sir!" Jian Xingzhi leaned against the table, vomiting blood, "Look at what he did to me. I have internal injuries!"
When Yan Wushuang heard this, everyone in Giant Sword Villa looked over in shock. Jian Xingzhi changed his stern expression and leaned weakly against the table: "There are so many of them, how dare I cause trouble? They beat me up like this, can it be considered that I am bullying the weak?"
"What you said..."
The swordsman looked at Jian Xingzhi, and was about to say something in his defense when he heard a loud “Ah!”
Everyone looked in the direction of Yan Wushuang, who raised his hand with a broken finger: "Sir, all my fingers are broken."
"ah!"
Jian Xingzhi yelled, and everyone looked over and saw Jian Xingzhi raising a hand dangling in the air: "My hand is broken."
"Okay." Yan Wushuang took a deep breath, turned his head, and stared at Jian Xingzhi, "You're very good. I'll show you what professionalism is."
Jian Xingzhi looked at Yan Wushuang and swung his broken hand: "Come on, come on!"
Yan Wushuang didn't hesitate and "snap" cut off one of his hands and one of his legs. The little boy exclaimed: "Senior brother's broken arm, leg and one finger!"
Yan Wushuang looked over proudly, but didn't say anything. Then he heard the little boy continue to exclaim: "Both legs of that male favorite are broken!"
Jian Xingzhi calmly raised his eyes and said, "Come on!"
Yan Wushuang took a deep breath and said, "Okay, you are cruel enough. Let's see how cruel you can be!"
As he spoke, Yan Wushuang raised his hand and knocked on his leg bone. His face turned pale, and he looked up while panting: "Now, I have two legs, one hand, and one finger. Can you compete with me?!"
"Why not?"
Jian Xingzhi broke all ten fingers without hesitation, then used the broken hand bones to swing fiercely at the good hand bones. After a crisp sound of "crack", he looked up and sneered: "My limbs are all disabled, and all ten fingers are broken. If you want to beat me, there is only one place left. Can you do it?"
Yan Wushuang didn't say anything. He swallowed, trembled, and looked down at his lower body.
When the Golden Sword Boy saw this, his face changed drastically. He grabbed Yan Wushuang's hand and said excitedly: "Brother, you can't do this!"
"Fellow Daoist!" The sword cultivator who had been watching the show at the side finally spoke up, "No need, there's really no need to do this, I believe you."
"grown ups!"
Yan Wushuang raised her head with tears in her eyes: "You are truly a clear and honest person..."
"I believe both of you have problems in your brains. Come here!" The sword cultivator called out to the people, "Carry them back to the government office and let the family members come to pick them up!"
"etc!"
Yan Wushuang said anxiously: "Sir, we are the victims, we also want to..."
"A sword cultivator had reported earlier that a gang was committing fraud, and the situation today is highly similar," the sword cultivator said seriously, "Let's go."
As he spoke, the swordsman ordered someone to come in: "Carry both of them away!"
Jian Xingzhi and Yan Wushuang were carried into the prison together. They were both disabled, so they were placed in the same cell. The child Jin Jian Tongzi was locked in a side room. The others were not detained for the time being and were all locked up outside.
After Jian Xingzhi was locked up, Jian Xiu asked about his identity and went to notify someone to pick him up.
Qin Wanwan had just returned to Ning Mansion, and Xie Gutang had just taken the medicine to apply to her, when someone notified her to come to the prison to rescue him. She sat in a wheelchair, quite shocked: "What did he do to be detained?"
"Fighting in public."
The sword cultivator who came to inform him was very serious. Qin Wanwan swallowed her saliva and was a little flustered: "Beat... beat him to death?"
"No," the swordsman shook his head. Qin Wanwan felt relieved: "Then how many were injured?"
"One." The swordsman said, and added, "Himself."
Jian Xingzhi hurt himself
Qin Wanwan couldn't believe it, but the law enforcement officers from the Huangcheng Yamen were right there, so she didn't dare to think too much about it. She asked about the whole process in detail. After confirming that Jian Xingzhi was a victim of fraud, she quickly called Cui Lu, Xie Gutang, Nanfeng and others, and pushed her wheelchair to the Yamen.
When they arrived at the cell, Jian Xingzhi and Yan Wushuang were lying flat on the ground, swearing at each other. Both of them could not move their limbs. They lay straight on the ground like corpses, swearing at each other in a very childish manner.
"Shameless."
"It's even more shameless."
"You are shameless."
"You're even more shameless!"
“Master!”
Qin Wanwan couldn't stand such a damaging exchange of insults. She sat in the wheelchair and observed Jian Xingzhi lying on the ground through the wooden railings: "Is he okay?"
"I'm fine."
Jian Xingzhi practiced Chunsheng's mental method: "It will be fine in a moment."
Hearing Jian Xingzhi's words, Yan Wushuang glanced over and said leisurely: "It will be fine in a moment. Your technique is really powerful."
"Oh," Jian Xingzhi sneered, "How can such a scumbag know my realm?"
As he spoke, Jian Xingzhi connected the bones with a click and sat up from the ground. He pinched his hand bones and turned his head to look at Yan Wushuang: "Just lie down."
"Who said I should lie down?"
As Yan Wushuang spoke, his body made crackling sounds. He sat up, crossed his legs and looked at Jian Xingzhi: "It's just bone setting, are you the only one who can do it?"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was stunned. Qin Wanwan and Jian Xingzhi both stared at Yan Wushuang. They scanned Yan Wushuang's body with their spiritual sense and saw that the flow of spiritual energy in Yan Wushuang's body was actually the same as theirs!
"Spring is born..."
Jian Xingzhi murmured, he actually saw spring in this small world, in Yan Wushuang? !
"Hey, do you know this technique?"
Yan Wushuang raised his eyebrows: "Give me some insight."
"Why is Chunsheng?!"
Jian Xingzhi spoke hastily, and Yan Wushuang supported his chin: "Why should I tell you?"
"Hey!"
Jian Xingzhi was a little anxious, Qin Wanwan raised her hand to stop Jian Xingzhi: "Master, let me ask."
As she spoke, Qin Wanwan looked at Yan Wushuang gently and said, "I see that you have a clear and bright temperament, so you must be a gentleman. Chunsheng is the secret mental method of our sect. If you don't tell me the origin of the mental method, I'm afraid it will cause misunderstandings."
This directly means that Yan Wushuang has stolen people's hearts. As long as Yan Wushuang is a swordsman with a little self-respect, he will have to explain.
Unfortunately, she overestimated Yan Wushuang. He sat cross-legged on the ground with his arms around his chest, and raised his eyebrows: "So? What does this misunderstanding have to do with me?"
"Master."
Seeing such an ignorant person, Qin Wanwan decisively raised her hand and said, "Go ahead and hit me."
"Hey wait!"
Yan Wushuang immediately spoke up: "You just want to get information, so just give us money. Why do you have to fight?"
"How much do you want?"
Cui Lu frowned when she heard that. Yan Wushuang turned around and looked at Cui Lu. Cui Lu looked at him with a gleam in her eyes. Yan Wushuang smiled gently and said, "Two hundred spirit stones. One hundred are to make up for beating my junior brother today. The other hundred are for answering questions."
"apologize?"
Cui Lu sneered: "I'm afraid I'm tired of living..."
"Yan Wushuang."
The jailers suddenly came in and interrupted Cui Lu's words. One of the jailers came forward, opened the wooden bars, called Yan Wushuang and said, "Come with us."
"well!"
Yan Wushuang's face suddenly changed. He quickly got up and followed the crowd out.
Jian Xingzhi was left alone sitting cross-legged in the wooden fence. Watching Yan Wushuang walk out, Nan Feng couldn't help but murmur, "What kind of person is this? How can a sword cultivator be so stingy? Can he use a sword well?"
"When he uses the sword, he is just like a baby."
The Golden Sword Boy heard Nan Feng speak and spoke coldly. Everyone looked over. Qin Wanwan didn't quite believe it: "You mean, he was a martial artist before?"
"My senior brother was the earliest gentleman sword in the deserted city," the golden sword boy said with a little pride, "at that time, Giant Sword Villa was the largest sect in the deserted city besides the Ning family, and the Ning family had to give way to him. Senior brother was the most promising sword cultivator in the Giant Sword Villa, and he was a 200-year-old incarnation. Have you seen him?"
"Two hundred years," Jian Xingzhi sneered, "some of those outstanding people have already ascended to heaven."
For example, he ascended to heaven in less than a hundred years.
This made the Golden Sword Boy particularly angry. He snorted coldly, "You are bragging."
"Then how did he become what he is today?"
Xie Gutang frowned, quite puzzled: "He is currently... not even at the Nascent Soul stage, right?"
Hearing this, the Golden Sword Boy's expression became somewhat gloomy.
"More than a hundred years ago, my sister-in-law died, and his Dao heart was damaged, and his cultivation dropped drastically. Since then, he has been stuck in the Nascent Soul stage, and has not made any progress. Don't be fooled by his usual carefree appearance. If my sister-in-law was still alive, he would have been the top swordsman in Desolate City."
More than a hundred years ago.
Qin Wanwan was a little sensitive when she heard this time point: "Did something happen more than a hundred years ago?"
"What's it to you?"
The Golden Sword Boy glanced at Qin Wanwan coldly: "I just want to remind you that my brother can use the sword well."
As he was speaking, the sound of Yan Wushuang coming back came from outside. Yan Wushuang and the jailer flattered him and thanked him: "Sir, just send it here. Thank you. I will treat you to a meal another day..."
"Wang Ergou."
Before Yan Wushuang could finish his words, the jailer impatiently pushed him into the cell, locked him up with chains, and called out his name.
The whole place was silent. The Golden Sword Boy turned his head and Yan Wushuang whispered, "Junior brother, I'm calling you."
"My name is Golden Sword Boy!"
The Golden Sword Boy corrected him with a red face, and the jailer repeated coldly: "Wang Ergou."
"Scream, scream, scream, what are you screaming for!" The Golden Sword Boy kicked open the cell door. "I'm not deaf, shut up."
Having said that, the Golden Sword Boy walked out of the cell with a red face.
After watching him leave, the group turned their eyes back to look at Yan Wushuang.
Yan Wushuang was surrounded by five people. He swallowed and pretended to be calm: "I'm warning you, don't think you can scare me just because you have so many people. Just tell me what you want to do."
"This fellow Taoist..."
Qin Wanwan spoke carefully, and Yan Wushuang immediately signed up: "My name is Yan Wushuang."
"Oh, Fellow Daoist Yan." Qin Wanwan nodded, and she asked curiously, "I have some questions that I would like to ask Fellow Daoist Yan."
"Ask questions? Sure." Yan Wushuang relaxed. "Give me money."
"What does a monk need so much money for?!"
Cui Lu couldn't help it: "Are you obsessed with money?"
"Big sister, don't be ignorant of the cost of salt and rice until you become a householder. The Giant Sword Villa is such a big sect, and it all depends on me to support it. If I don't make more money, how will my little brothers and sisters who are crying for food eat? Stop talking nonsense. Do you want to do business? If you want to do business, take out 200 spirit stones."
"Two hundred?!" Nan Feng exclaimed, "Robbery?"
"I'm very cheap," Yan Wushuang glared at Nanfeng, "One hundred is for you to apologize for beating my junior brother, and one hundred is for asking questions."
"You are so rude, Junior Brother," Xie Gutang frowned, "You actually have the nerve to ask for money?"
"What are you saying? How can my junior brother be rude? He is just a little more lively and talkative. But our fellow Daoist Qin beat people so badly that their mother couldn't recognize them! Is she so cruel?"
"He stepped on my apprentice's face!" Jian Xingzhi got angry when he heard it.
Yan Wushuang turned around to look at Jian Xingzhi and immediately asked, "Have you never stepped on anyone's face?"
Jian Xingzhi was choked up immediately. Yan Wushuang cursed at everyone else and was still very aggressive.
Qin Wanwan was silent for a moment after hearing him being so brave and adept at fighting. Then she slowly spoke, "I just heard that someone reported to the police that a group of monks had recently committed crimes and committed fraud."
Upon hearing this, Yan Wushuang froze. Qin Wanwan raised her eyes calmly: "It's you, right?"
"You must be kidding me!"
Yan Wushuang's eyes dodged, and Qin Wanwan nodded: "Then I'm relieved. Since it's not a fellow Taoist, let's go to the police and report that someone is swindling my master. This case is a coincidence. If several people report the case together, I believe the truth will soon come to light."
After Qin Wanwan finished speaking, she turned to look at Xie Gutang and said, "Xie Daojun, let's go."
Xie Gutang nodded and pushed Qin Wanwan's wheelchair to leave. Yan Wushuang saw that Qin Wanwan was really going to report the case, so he quickly stopped her and said, "Wait a minute! Let's talk about it. How about 100 spirit stones?"
Qin Wanwan didn't listen and pushed the wheelchair out. Yan Wushuang was anxious: "Okay, okay, I don't want the money, just write it off, don't report it to the police, what do you want to ask?"
"I just want to ask, did anything big happen in the deserted city more than a hundred years ago?"
"Big deal?" Yan Wushuang thought about it and took out the wine gourd from his waist, "No big deal."
"Ming Jing Dao Jun has come to the deserted city," Qin Wanwan observed Yan Wushuang's expression and tested him, "Isn't it a big deal? Back then, Ju Jian Villa was the number one sect in the deserted city. You wouldn't be unaware of such a thing, right?"
Hearing this, Yan Wushuang paused for a moment, then laughed: "What do you want to ask? Mingjing Daojun was the lord of Ghost City back then, and became a demon overnight. If he came to the Deserted City," Yan Wushuang raised his wine gourd and took a sip, "how would a small fry like me know?"
"What about Chunsheng's mental method?"
Qin Wanwan frowned: "How could this happen?"
"I need to ask you about this," Yan Wushuang raised his eyes, "How did you learn this mental method?"
"This is my sect's secret technique," Jian Xingzhi stared at Yan Wushuang, "If you can't explain it today, don't even think about leaving this sect."
"Okay," Yan Wushuang sighed and could only answer, "I learned this by stealing."
"Who learned this from?" Jian Xingzhi frowned.
Yan Wushuang took a sip of wine and told the truth: "Ming Jing Dao Jun."
Jian Xingzhi was stunned when he heard this. Yan Wushuang turned his head to look at them: "What's the problem?"
"Then, you didn't know about the news that Mingjing Daojun had come. Do you know what the relationship between him and the Ning family's ancestor is?"
Qin Wanwan saw that Yan Wushuang was unwilling to answer these questions, so she changed to a question that most cultivators knew. Yan Wushuang sneered when he heard this: "Who doesn't know this? Mingjing Daojun, whose real name is Ning Yanzhi, is the Ning family's ancestor's—" Yan Wushuang dragged out his tone, and everyone looked at him. Yan Wushuang gently said, "My grandson."
Everyone was stunned, only Cui Lu stood still, not surprised.
Seeing their stunned expressions, Yan Wushuang showed a look of surprise: "No way? You don't know, do you? Lin Yanzhi is the son of the Ning family's ancestor, that is, the illegitimate son of the current clan leader Ning Wenxu and a singer outside. But he was not born in the Ning family, so outsiders don't think he is a member of the Ning family."
"Why isn't he in Ning's?"
Qin Wanwan asked, and Yan Wushuang was puzzled: "How could I know such a private matter?"
"Then is there any other news that you know? A hundred years ago, besides the Taoist Master Mingjing, is there anything else?"
"Gone."
Yan Wushuang spread his hands. Qin Wanwan wanted to ask another question, but Yan Wushuang asked back: "You asked me so many questions, I should ask you one question."
"What do you want to ask?"
Qin Wanwan frowned. Yan Wushuang looked at Jian Xingzhi, then at Qin Wanwan. "No outsiders have come to the Deserted City for many years. You have come all the way to the Deserted City to become a Gentleman Sword. The biggest benefit of a Gentleman Sword is that you can meet Master Wuyou and ask him a question. What do you want to do by going through so much trouble?"
"Save people." Qin Wanwan answered truthfully.
Yan Wushuang took a deep breath and raised his hands to applaud: "So it's the reincarnation of the Bodhisattva. I really admire him. Who is he going to save?"
"It has nothing to do with you." Jian Xingzhi counterattacked with Yan Wushuang's words. Yan Wushuang stared at Qin Wanwan and asked, "Is it the Ning ancestor I mentioned just now?"
Everyone was silent. At this moment, the jailer's loud voice rang out: "Jian Xingzhi!"
As he said that, the jailer took the Golden Sword Boy back to the cell. The Golden Sword Boy had a bad temper. He kicked the door open and sat down.
He glared at Jian Xing and said, "Go get scolded!"
Jian Xingzhi sneered, stood up, and followed the jailer out.
Yan Wushuang stretched lazily, and when Qin Wanwan looked up, she saw a few strange lines faintly visible on his collarbone.
She found the patterns familiar but couldn't remember it for a moment. She was worried about Jian Xingzhi, so she didn't think much about it and followed Jian Xingzhi out. Jian Xingzhi's main task was to take notes, admit his mistake in fighting, and write a letter of guarantee.
When Jian Xingzhi heard that he had to write a letter of guarantee, he became furious. Qin Wanwan held him back and said, "Master, calm down. I need to go back and apply the medicine!"
Thinking that Qin Wanwan came to pick him up injured, Jian Xingzhi finally felt guilty and endured it.
After holding back his temper and writing a letter of guarantee, Jian Xingzhi was about to push Qin Wanwan's wheelchair, but he didn't expect Xie Gutang to be one step ahead and was already standing behind Qin Wanwan. When he heard about leaving, he pushed Qin Wanwan out.
Jian Xingzhi's action failed. He was stunned for a moment, then realized that it was he who asked Xie Gutang to push the wheelchair to protect Qin Wanwan in the first place.
He scratched his head in annoyance and followed him out.
Qin Wanwan was pushed by Xie Gutang and was sorting out Yan Wushuang's conversation all the way. Her mind was full of the strokes of the tattoo she saw last.
She didn't see the whole tattoo, but it seemed familiar. She thought about it and suddenly realized as she approached the door.
It is Jishan.
The patterns on Yan Wushuang's body are the style of Jishan's calligraphy!
When she realized this, she felt a little upset. She didn't dare let anyone see it, so she suppressed her excitement and told everyone: "Everyone go back to sleep first, you are tired today."
"I'll take you back to your room."
Xie Gutang didn't think much about it and pushed Qin Wanwan to the room. Jian Xingzhi followed as usual: "Have you applied the medicine? I'll apply it for you."
"No need," Qin Wanwan suddenly remembered something, "Master, you've been tired today, take a rest first, I'll let Brother Xie help."
Jian Xingzhi paused. He watched Xie Gutang pushing Qin Wanwan into the room. For the first time, he realized that he seemed to be pushed away by Qin Wanwan.
He stood there at a loss for a moment, and 666 quickly comforted him: "Master, the mistress is worried about your injury and doesn't want you to be tired, so she deliberately gave the work to others! She really cares about you!"
"Oh," Jian Xingzhi came back to his senses and nodded, "You are right, she must be worried about her teacher. It's a good opportunity to give them a chance to develop their feelings!"
Having said that, Jian Xingzhi walked towards his room. As he walked, he couldn't help but glance at Qin Wanwan's room.
As soon as he entered the room, he immediately rushed to the wall separating his room from Qin Wanwan's and put his ear against it.
Xie Gutang pushed Qin Wanwan into the room. As soon as he entered, he heard Qin Wanwan say, "Brother Xie, don't leave yet. I have something to ask you."
Xie Gutang stopped and watched Qin Wanwan raise her hand to set up a barrier.
Once the barrier was set up, Jian Xingzhi could hear nothing.
He was stunned, and his heart suddenly felt cold.
Did Qin Wanwan set up a barrier? Did she find out that he had eavesdropped? Why did she set up a barrier? What did she have that he couldn't know
In an instant, his mind recalled the dream in which he was driven out of the Xie Mansion by Xie Gutang, and he and Qin Wanwan were facing each other through the gate in the heavy rain. The cruel scene of being so close yet so far away made Jian Xingzhi's heart tremble.
He sat down at the table in a daze, picked up his morning cold tea and took a sip.
It can be described as bitter and cold, chilling to the heart, yet also exhilarating.
Qin Wanwan was in the room, looking at Xie Gutang, lowering her eyes: "Brother Xie, I want to ask, have you ever been to the deserted ghost city a hundred years ago?"
"One hundred years ago," Xie Gutang thought for a moment, "I was in seclusion in the realm of life and death. There was no connection between that place and the outside world, so I didn't know many things."
"Then, regarding Yan Wushuang, do you think we have the confidence to deal with him?"
Xie Gutang shook his head: "A first-rate fighter, but alone, I'm afraid it's impossible."
"What about you?" Qin Wanwan raised her eyes.
Xie Gutang thought about it and nodded: "Yes."
"I want to ask Brother Xie for a favor," Qin Wanwan recalled the pattern on Yan Wushuang's clavicle and thought of her missing parents. She said firmly, "I want to capture Yan Wushuang alive. I want to ask him something."
Xie Gutang nodded. He usually didn't ask too many questions, but this time he thought about it and couldn't help but ask, "Is it not allowed to tell the senior about this?"
If possible, this hard labor should not be his turn.
Qin Wanwan paused, then coughed lightly: "No need."
There is no need to say more about the matters involving Jishan.
Otherwise he would suddenly know that she was the Queen of Silent Mountain.
If the people in the immortal world knew that she became his apprentice, she could not afford to lose face.
After all, she was twice his age. It would be too disgraceful for the Lady of Jishan, who was born with an immortal body and was over 200 years old, to take a young man over 100 years old as her master.