Master of Fist

Jiang Heng reckoned that this place was about the same size as his family's hometown in Hengjiang City. There are two stone lions at the gate, and a servant with serious dark circles is guarding the gate of the house.

"A few of you are foreigners, it's getting late now, and this place is still a long way from the county seat.

Why don't you come in and have a rest for the night, my wife has always been kind and generous, knowing that you will definitely prepare good wine and food when you stay overnight! "Seeing Jiang Heng and the others passing by, the family member quickly lifted his spirits, and walked forward with a smile.

"Oh!"

"A few foreign guests plan to go to my house to rest, so I won't bother your Li family." Just when Jiang Heng was about to say something, the village man who led the way replied first.

"Hey, you!" The servant yelled angrily: "You Qiuba, what is your family's condition? What is our Li family's condition.

Guests come from afar, how can they live in your thatched hut, which is not as good as our Li family's woodshed? "

Jiang Heng exchanged glances with Su Yu and the three brothers of the Yang family, and then said, "That's it, thank you very much!"

"But..." The farmer still wanted to say something, but Jiang Heng and the others had followed the family member into the village.

"Ah!" The farmer opened his mouth, which turned into a long sigh.

Of course, Jiang Heng could see that there must be something wrong with it.

However, the other party seems to be hiding behind the scenes at present, so it is best to investigate first.

The C-level task this time is actually not difficult. It is just to investigate the reason for the disappearance of the population, and then report the specific information to the Zhenfu Department, so there is no need to delve into it.

Because this kind of task is often raised to the second level and handed over to Xuan Yiwei.

However, it is still necessary to continue to figure out the specific reasons.

"You said that your wife is kind and generous? Where is your owner?" Jiang Heng said calmly.

"Our owner died of malaria last month." The servant said very flatly.

Jiang Heng really wanted to say, your owner's wife is a woman, and her husband's family is gone. Is it really okay to be so kind?

"Wangcai!" A soft voice came from the village, "But there are guests again?"

Wangcai hurriedly bowed to the back room: "Yes, ma'am."

Jiang Heng never thought that the so-called "Mrs. Zhuangzhu" would be so stunning.

The woman in front of her was no more than twenty years old, wearing a blue emerald smoked sweater, a pleated skirt scattered with water mist and green grass, if her shoulders were cut into a waist and her waist was plain, and her muscles were like blue orchids. Fold the slender waist and take small steps, showing bright wrists in the light gauze.

The eyes contain the clear waves of spring water, and a hollow golden hairpin is inserted obliquely in the bun on the head, decorated with dots of tassels sprinkled on the blue silk. Fragrant and tender, delicate and beautiful, more delicate than flowers, it is like cutting the root of a green onion, and the mouth is like containing red dandelion, with a frown and a smile that touches the heart and soul. The body is soft smoke, and it really has a powdery, crispy and delicate taste.

The eyebrows are dark without any trace, the skin is white and greasy without powder, the lips are pursed, and they are as bright as dandelion, the body is dressed in a bright yellow skirt, and the emerald ribbon is tied around the waist. Wandering forward, all kinds of customs come into being.

And she is very fragrant, covering up the smell of sweat from everyone on the road.

When Mrs. Zhuangzhu's eyes fell on Jiang Heng and the others, Jiang Heng could clearly see that her eyes lit up suddenly, and her voice was so soft that water dripped out: "No one is inconvenient when you are away from home. When? If the three of you don't think this village is unclean, how about staying overnight?"

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at night

"It's strange, there are few people in this Zhuangzi. It seems that apart from the owner's wife, there is Wangcai. It's like there is no one else. It is obviously such a big Zhuangzi..." Yang Sanlang whispered to everyone .

"Just be careful. We're just here to find out why people are missing in this village. But right now, it's not just this village that's weird. The whole village is weird. We'd better not make more trouble!"

Yang Dalang's personality is relatively stable, he thought for a while and said in a deep voice.

"I want to see what can make so many people disappear inexplicably."

Su Yu held the handle of the knife with a look of excitement.

Seeing Su Yu like this, the brothers of the Yang family couldn't help but feel their hearts pounding.

"Okay! Don't worry, just be careful when things happen, and if something happens, I will try my best to protect you!"

Jiang Heng waved his hand to calm everyone down.

Hearing that the brothers of the Yang family were originally in a mood of beating drums, but now they have calmed down a lot.

This is how people are. When people are in a panic, they will gradually calm down when they see someone with high prestige making promises.

"Well, Mr. Jiang is right. As long as we are careful, there will be no major problems." Yang Erlang also comforted him calmly, and at the same time he said it to his brothers.

Yang Sanlang was a little uneasy, but after hearing this, he calmed down a little.

Sitting on the bed, Jiang Hengduan didn't waste any time, and began to pump up the power of Qi and blood in his body, running according to the operating route of the Nine Dragons Prison Lock Manual.

Now that this kind of horizontal kung fu has not yet started, Jiang Heng really doesn't want to waste time, and makes full use of the acupoints needed to break through the scriptures of the Nine Dragon Prison Lock every minute and every second.

There are many hard conditions for the horizontal kung fu practice of Nine Dragons Prison Suo Zhendian. Just getting started requires a foundation of penetrating one hundred and eight acupoints.

This can only be done a little bit with qi and blood, and it is also very difficult after getting started.

It can be said that the training method of the Nine Dragons Prison Suo Zhendian is very different from ordinary horizontal kung fu.

This made Jiang Heng unable to bear his thoughts. The previous three-level horizontal training Kung Fu Ming Wang Gong was also a different horizontal training idea.

Is it true that every three-rank horizontal training martial arts has a different horizontal training idea?

It is completely different from the regular beating and grinding of the body of the first and second ranks.

At this time, Jiang Heng was silently impacting the acupuncture points, while closing his eyes to rest his mind. He is calm on the surface, but he always senses the surrounding environment in case of accidents.

Su Yu also rested on the surface, but in fact he stayed vigilant. The Yang family brothers also found a seat and sat down. The five of them did not separate the room, but just stayed in the same room so that they could take care of each other. .

After a while, there was a slight sound of conversation outside.

Most of them were women's voices, and their voices were very small, but all three of them were martial arts practitioners with very keen five senses, and could vaguely hear some subtle voices.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, especially Jiang Heng opened his eyes and turned over and landed first.

"I'd better go out and have a look."

Jiang Heng put a candlestick on his side, and the candle covered with a lampshade could at least keep out the wind, and opened the door with the candlestick in his hand.

call.

However, the wind outside the door was unexpectedly strong, blowing out the candle in Jiang Heng's hand in one fell swoop.

The room suddenly became dark, pitch black, only the faint light of the moon outside.

Jiang Heng quickly took out the flint and tried a few more times, but was blown out by the wind as soon as he lit it. In desperation, he had to put down the candlestick, just walked out of the room, and walked towards the source of the sound.