Volume 2: Forbidden City, Jianghu and Imperial Court Chapter 8 Human Bone Restricted Area
After a group of people escorted Doctor Wuqi out of Wanxianglou, today's events finally came to an end. Fang Yunhan and Lu Xiaofeng simply found a guest room here to rest.
Lu Xiaofeng lay on the bed, thinking about the poisoning of these people.
While he was lying there thinking, he did not forget to order the Hundred Flowers Wine from Wanxianglou. Sometimes he would pour a full cup and put it on his chest. When he was ready to drink, he would take a sip and the whole cup of wine would go into his mouth without missing a drop. He also ordered two plates of Hundred Flowers Cake and had one plate sent to Fang Yunhan's room next door.
Fang Yunhan put away the pastries and sat alone at the table, chewing while studying Yan Nantian's three martial arts.
In the past few days, he has also met many people with considerable status in this world. In addition to his own study of Yan Nantian's martial arts, he has accumulated a total of 20% progress. The extra internal force of the Wedding Dress Magic Skill in his body is already quite strong.
Since the Wedding Dress Divine Art can be called a divine art, it must have its own unique features. When practicing this martial art for the first time, the internal force will flow through the meridians, causing great pain. The deeper you practice, the more severe the pain will be, until it becomes unbearable.
Anyone who can endure the pain and practice this martial art to achieve some success must be a person of great willpower. Even if he or she cannot bear it any more in the end, he or she will not be willing to let all the years of hard practice go to waste, and will often choose their closest relatives to pass on the skills to them.
Strangely enough, if you pass your skills on to others, the person who receives them will not feel any pain, and will be able to use them as if they were his own arms, and can instantly become a top master in the world.
Those who have practiced martial arts for decades end up with nothing in the end, which is just like the metaphor of "making clothes for others to marry".
In fact, this martial art has another correct way of practicing that is not recorded in the secret books. When you have practiced to the sixth or seventh level, you have to abandon it and start over again.
After this setback, the internal force of the wedding dress lost three points of its sharpness, but it became more mellow and would no longer cause pain. Moreover, it would be useless on its own instead of passing the internal force to others. The lost internal force would linger in the flesh and blood through the meridians, and the foundation would still exist. In a few months, she could make up for decades of hard training.
However, the power of the Wedding Dress Skill that Fang Yunhan obtained did not cause any pain to himself. It must have been because he directly gained the internal strength after his cultivation, which saved him a lot of trouble.
Moreover, the wedding dress internal force, which was originally so overbearing that it could not coexist with other martial arts, now gets along well with the internal force of the consistent magical skill. Fang Yunhan explored it for several days and felt that the wedding dress magical skill might have been modified by some unknown modification in the martial arts character template.
Fang Yunhan already had some basic knowledge of internal strength and boxing, and at this moment he was mainly studying the "Divine Sword Art".
The mystery of the sword techniques gradually fascinated him.
Suddenly, there was a roar from outside, followed by the sound of tables and chairs exploding, mixed with the sound of swords breaking through the air.
Fang Yunhan immediately went out to check, and Lu Xiaofeng had also come out. They were on the second floor and could overlook the entire lobby.
One of the dozen or so sect leaders in the hall fell down, and another one smashed the chair under him, looking like a madman, and was fighting with people from several other sects.
"It's the chief boss of the Twelve Linked Docks, Eagle Eye Old Seven." Lu Xiaofeng climbed over the railing and landed in the hall like a bird folding its wings and diving.
The Twelve Linked Units are a huge force, with members in both the black and white worlds. Their members have complex identities, but they have several iron principles.
Do not harm others, do not take advantage of others in distress, do not bully the elderly, the weak, women and children, and do not harm the poor, the sick, the lonely and the widowed.
Regardless of whether their members can actually achieve these points, the fact that they can shout out such principles and have not been found to have broken the rules by other big gangs means that they are already a very good underworld organization.
Their leader, Hawkeye Laoqi, is also Lu Xiaofeng's friend.
Unfortunately, when Lu Xiaofeng went down, it was too late. Hawkeye Laoqi had already killed someone.
She was a woman, a capable leader of the Twelve Linked Docks and also the wife of the Seventh Brother, Xiao Hongzhu.
After he broke the woman's neck, he seemed to suddenly become lucid for a moment in his mad state.
“This is… this, this…”
Eagle-eyed Old Seven glanced around the hall, staring at the corpse that slipped from his hands, laughed miserably, and slapped his own crown with his backhand.
Lu Xiaofeng was already very close at this time, but when he saw the red beads in her husband's hair scattered on the ground, he felt sad for a moment and failed to stop it.
Cheng Zhong, another capable general of the Twelve Linked Docks, took a few steps back with trembling hands and feet, as if he could not accept what was happening, and fell to the ground.
The dark cloud weighing on everyone's heart had finally begun to dissipate thanks to Doctor Wuqi's judgment, but then the leaders of two major gangs died, and suddenly everyone's heart was filled with gloom.
It's already a bit suffocating.
A quarter of an hour later, Lu Xiaofeng went upstairs again.
Fang Yunhan asked, "What's going on with the two of them? Does the poison have side effects?"
"No." Lu Xiaofeng leaned on the railing on the second floor. His body, which was as light as a swallow, seemed to have become much heavier. He said, "It's because Old Seven and the head of the Bashan Sword Sect wanted to try to use their internal energy to force out the toxins in the bones."
After spending the past few days together, Lu Xiaofeng already knew how much his new friend lacked common sense in society. After taking a breath, he explained further.
It turns out that in this martial arts world, there is a consensus that when one's internal force is running, it cannot penetrate into the bones.
Because the experience of our ancestors has shown that although human bones are hard, the bone marrow is extremely weak, much weaker than the internal organs and blood vessels. But the bone marrow is very important.
In every generation, there are always some senior masters who try to find new ways within the existing martial arts system. Among them, many people focus on bones. However, when their internal energy flows out of the meridians and runs inside the bones, even the slightest mistake will cause damage to the bone marrow. Most of those who do this die of blood loss after seven days.
Moreover, there are many important meridians near the human spine. When the internal force penetrates into the bones, it must pass through the spinal cord. If you are not careful, it will cause paralysis, madness, sudden death or leave a lifelong chronic disease.
Hawkeye Old Seven and the leader of the Bashan Sword Sect thought that they might not be able to hold on until Doctor Wuqi could make the antidote, so they tried it with the hope of just in case, and as a result... one died and the other went crazy.
Hawkeye Laoqi committed suicide because he accidentally killed Xiao Hongzhu and because there were too many precedents in the martial arts world that made him realize that his sobriety would not last long. He would rather die than live a crazy life for the rest of his life.
"Human bones~" Fang Yunhan also leaned on the railing, supporting his chin, and gradually fell into deep thought.
Bang!
Suddenly, there was another movement downstairs.
This time, Lu Xiaofeng moved even faster, just like a gust of wind that could turn a corner. He suddenly climbed over the railing and landed on the first floor.
Fang Yunhan sighed: "Why are there so many things going on today?"
Although he sighed, he did not slow down at all, and he and Lu Xiaofeng arrived at the place where the strange noise was heard.
That is Qiao Shangzhou's room.
Fortunately, Qiao Shangzhou was standing in the room. He looked neither injured nor dead nor crazy, but his expression looked a little abnormal.
Fang Yunhan saw a note in Qiao Shangzhou's hand, but the next time he looked, the note had turned into debris scattered by the wind.
In addition to the two of them, people from other factions have also arrived and expressed their concern.
"Alliance Leader Qiao, what's wrong?"
"Nothing." Qiao Shangzhou's face had returned to normal. He said, "Someone just attacked me from outside the window. He fought with me for a while, but when he saw that he failed, he immediately ran away. He had excellent Qinggong skills, and I couldn't catch up with him."
Qiao Shangzhou spread out his palm, and there was a red dot in the palm.
It looked like he was stabbed by something sharp, or maybe he was hit by someone's swift finger force.
A palm print appeared on the wall near the window. Judging from the size of the palm, it should be caused by Qiao Shangzhou's strong impact just now.
The martial arts of this Alliance Leader Qiao are also extraordinary. Fang Yunhan can guess just by looking at this palm print that Qiao Shangzhou's martial arts skills are much stronger than that of the Eagle-Eyed Old Seven.
"That person may still be lurking around. Everyone, be careful and go back to protect the other leaders." Qiao Shangzhou said, looking at Lu Xiaofeng. There was an obvious change in his eyes, like an eagle staring at a poisonous snake. He slowly said, "Master Lu, please stay. I want to talk to you alone."
Fang Yunhan's eyes flickered slightly. Judging from their previous interactions, given the friendship between the leader and Lu Xiaofeng, this tone and demeanor shouldn't be used when asking him to discuss something.
Lu Xiaofeng obviously noticed it, but he nodded and agreed without hesitation.
Fang Yunhan and people from other factions also withdrew.
When Lu Xiaofeng entered, he closed the door.
Some people went back to look after the sect leaders, but a few people who were originally responsible for guarding Qiao Shangzhou walked a few steps to both sides of the door and stood still.
Fang Yunhan stood in this corridor for a while. He always felt that something might happen again.
In the room, Qiao Shangzhou walked to the window and closed it.
He took into account that the people outside were all martial arts masters with sharp ears and eyes, so when he spoke, he deliberately lowered his voice to a level lower than a mosquito's whistle, and even used some secret sound transmission techniques to ensure that only Lu Xiaofeng could hear clearly, and said: "The man just now actually shot a note to me with a flying needle."
Lu Xiaofeng took two steps forward and replied with the same technique, saying, "Flying Needle, is it really the Peony Messenger?"
The way they talked was indeed effective. Even Fang Yunhan, who was standing in the corridor, could not hear the conversation happening in the room.
However, a scream that came from the room next startled everyone.
Fang Yunhan was the first to kick open the door.
Lu Xiaofeng stood in the room with his back to the door.
Qiao Shangzhou slumped in the chair, facing the door, with a shocking streak of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
"Master!" Qiao Shangzhou's eldest disciple Cui Bailong rushed past Fang Yunhan.
Lin Yan from the Hengshan School, Gu Qingfeng from the Bashan Sword School and others arrived shortly afterwards. They all examined Qiao Shangzhou's injuries together, and their faces all looked horrified.
Cui Bailong clenched his teeth and his face was distorted.
"Master's heart meridian was destroyed by someone's extremely strong finger force."
He smoothed Qiao Shangzhou's wide-open eyes with one hand. The hatred and anger on his face had almost become tangible.
"He died on the spot!"
