The Jades Courtyard was a very famous place in Hengshan City. Even Chen Ang, who had only been in Hengshan City for two or three days, had heard of it. It was the most famous brothel in Hengshan City. Tian Boguang was a rapist. Not only did he often stay in the brothel, but he also took Linghu Chong to the brothel for treatment.
Poor Yi Lin, a little nun, dared to go to the dragon's pool and tiger's den for her lover. Even though her face was so red that it was almost burning, she still asked Chen Ang to go in with difficulty.
When Chen Ang opened the door, he saw a young man with a square face, sharp eyebrows, and thin lips. He was lying on the bed, and the wound on his chest was wrapped with a piece of cloth. There was a faint smell of medicine. In Chen Ang's eyes, the wound was very deep. If it was another three inches, his heart would be in danger.
The young man laughed uncontrollably. When he saw Yi Lin, he joked, "If you want to invite a doctor, you might as well bring me a pot of wine. Once I have good wine, all my pain is gone!"
"You can try this method!" Chen Ang said with a smile. He raised his hand and silver needles flashed. In the blink of an eye, five of them had sealed the major acupoints on Linghu Chong's chest. As the silver needles rose and fell, they crisscrossed like a silver net. In just a short while, Linghu Chong's whole body was covered with silver needles.
The small silver needles sealed the clogged blood vessels, and the wound no longer hurt faintly.
"What amazing medical skills!" Linghu Chong raised his head. He was seriously injured, but he didn't look depressed. Instead, he looked free and easy. "Since I've been treated by you, I'm not afraid of the King of Hell asking me to drink!"
"You can still drink with me!" Chen Ang picked up a wine cup from the table and handed one to Linghu Chong. When Yi Lin was about to stop him, he raised his hand and advised, "I'm the doctor here. You should listen to me. I want to drink with him now. You can't stop me!"
Linghu Chong also smiled and echoed, "Let's not talk about other things. This is really a divine doctor! He knows that if I drink, my wound will be half healed. Those quacks often advise people that drinking alcohol will harm their Qi and blood. They probably don't know that what flows in some people's bones isn't blood, but wine! "
Chen Ang raised his hand and sprinkled a packet of medicinal powder into the wine. He mixed it shakily, and then poured a cup for himself and Linghu Chong. "I've never heard of such a thing. I just think that you might be more willing to take the medicine with the wine!"
"Then why did you pour yourself a glass?" Linghu Chong pointed at his glass and asked with a smile.
"Show your sincerity!"
Hearing Chen Ang's words, Linghu Chong didn't say anything. He raised his wine cup and drained it in one gulp. He laughed and said, "I regard Mister as a gentleman. Mister shouldn't treat me as a vile person!"
Chen Ang also raised his cup and took a sip. "I'll guard against the heart of a vile person, but not against the belly of a gentleman!" After that, the two of them laughed heartily, drinking and chatting happily.
Suddenly, someone shouted from outside, "Yi Lin! Yi Lin! "
Yi Lin was shocked and said in panic, "Yes, Master!" She was about to stand up and agree. Qu Feiyan quickly covered her mouth and said in a low voice, "What is this place? Do you dare to agree? "She suddenly remembered that there was a stranger here and quickly looked towards Chen Ang.
Looking at the two's burning gazes, Chen Ang felt that something was wrong. He coughed twice and said with a smile, "I'm here to treat Brother Linghu's illness. I've never seen any little nun!"
After a while, Tian Boguang, who was in the west room, could be heard laughing and mocking Ding Yi Abbess. Ding Yi Abbess was a monk after all, how could she win against Tian Boguang, who was just a commoner? Not long after, she was so angry that her face turned green. Fortunately, Yu Canghai also heard the conversation and came to find trouble with Tian Boguang.
But after fighting for a while, they were actually evenly matched and it was difficult to determine who was better. Suddenly they heard Liu Zhengfeng's voice saying, "Monastery Master Yu, Tian Boguang has done many evil deeds and will not have a good death in the future. If we want to deal with him, we don't have to rush. This brothel hides filth, let's all go in and search, no one is allowed to leave. "
Yi Lin in the room became more and more anxious. They heard the shouts from outside getting closer and closer. They were heading towards the room they were in. Looking at Yi Lin, who was at a loss, Chen Ang pointed to the cabinet at the side and said, "You guys hide in there first, I will definitely not let them in."
How could Yi Lin still have any ideas at this time? Being pulled by Qu Feiyan, she shrank back into the cabinet. By this time, the people outside had already seen the candlelight in the room and one after another shouted, "Go over there and search." They swarmed over.
With a bang, the door was violently kicked open. The person at the front was Qingcheng Pai's disciple, Hong Renxiong. When he saw Linghu Chong sitting there, for a moment, it was as if he had seen a ghost. He was so scared that he took a few steps back, which made Chen Ang feel very strange.
Chen Ang had been watching "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer" for a long time, so he did not know that in everyone's eyes, Linghu Chong had already been killed by Luo Renjie. Now that he appeared, wasn't it like he had seen a ghost?
Then they saw a short man in a green robe, standing out from behind. He looked coldly at the two of them and sternly asked, "You two, which one is Linghu Chong!"
Chen Ang glanced at his face and pretended to be shocked and said, "Where did this child come from, actually entering this brothel, his parents really deserve to be beaten, beaten!" When Linghu Chong heard him ridicule Yu Canghai like this, he could not help but burst out laughing, but he was still somewhat worried: Brother Chen does not have any martial arts, and I look like this, what if Yu Canghai makes things difficult for me? Forget it, forget it, at worst, I'll just risk my life.
Yu Canghai was so angry that his face turned purple. As the head of a sect, when had someone talked to him like this? He raised his hand, and a green light flashed, a flying awl shot towards Chen Ang. His Dark Green Kung Fu was really powerful, from raising his hand to the flying awl, it only took a blink of an eye.
Linghu Chong was caught unprepared, and could only watch, thinking, "Not good, my foot pushed away Chen Ang's chair."
Unexpectedly, Chen Ang's soles were rooted, firmly rooted in the same place. In the face of this heart-piercing cold awl, he just sneered. Only when the flying awl shot towards his face, he suddenly raised his hand and pressed down.
Bang! A loud sound.
The mahogany table was slammed by his palm, and a five-inch-long cyan-steel awl sunk into the table, as if it was embedded in the table. Everyone on the side couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air when they saw this. This swift flying awl was actually slapped down by him halfway. This kind of eyesight and palm strength was really shocking.
"According to legend, in the Northern Song Dynasty, there was also a Qingcheng Sect on Mount Qingcheng, which used a unique weapon called 'Thunder God Blast'. In the sect, there were nine strikes of 'Qing' and eighteen strikes of 'Cheng'. These were their best kung fu. Among them, the nine strikes of 'Qing' were all written on the Dark Green Kung Fu. Sect Leader Yu's flying awl does have a bit of style." Chen Ang said lightly.
A trace of astonishment flashed in Yu Canghai's eyes. Apart from his Qingcheng Sect, he had never heard of anyone else who knew about these old rumors of the martial arts world. But seeing that Chen Ang was so familiar with them, he did not seem to be a stranger. If such a person was not born in a holy land of the martial arts world with a long history, then he must have obtained the orthodoxy left behind by his predecessors.
"Speaking of which, this is related to a case of the martial arts world. It is said that in the Northern Song Dynasty, there were two famous heroes in the martial arts world, 'North Qiao Feng, South Murong'. One was really a hero, and the other … Hey! Then let's not talk about it! " Chen Ang glanced at Yu Canghai, and suddenly changed the topic. "That South Murong has a mystical kung fu called the Big Dipper, known as' giving him a taste of his own medicine '."
"What an arrogant tone!" Yu Canghai suddenly said. It was unknown whether he was talking about the Big Dipper or Chen Ang.
Linghu Chong, who was at the side, was a little confused. He did not know why Chen Ang was talking about the Big Dipper, but when he saw that Chen Ang was talking about the matters of the martial arts world in the pile of old papers, as if he had seen them with his own eyes, he could not help but feel that the other party was even more mysterious and unfathomable.
"That South Murong is too famous for his martial arts, but he has provoked a disaster. Some famous experts in the martial arts world have actually died under their own unique moves, and for a time, the martial arts world is in an uproar …"
"Young man, don't talk nonsense here. What does this have to do with my Qingcheng Sect?" Yu Canghai interrupted him and asked sternly.
"Oh! Don't be anxious, don't be anxious! This Qingcheng Sect Leader is just a background. He is one of the famous experts who died under their own unique moves, the so-called passer-by. However, because of the nine strikes of 'Qing' and the eighteen strikes of 'Cheng', his fame has spread far and wide! "Chen Ang said with a smile, clapping his hands.
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