Comprehensive martial arts: Inherit the weak chicken sword god at the beginning

Chapter 2

After taking a bath, Han Fei put on new clothes and took out a long sword from his backpack. He looked like a handsome knight-errant with a stern face, in stark contrast to the beggar just now.

Looking at the sky, he found that it was still early, so he opened the door and walked out.

As soon as he went out, he heard a group of people next door yelling about an earthquake, Ji Wuming, running away, packing their luggage and so on.

After thinking about it for a while, Han Fei understood.

Now is the time for Ji Wuming to come back to the Tongfu Inn to search for memories after the earthquake in the capital city.

Just as he was about to go downstairs, the people next door opened the door and came out.

As soon as he saw Han Fei, shopkeeper Tong's eyes lit up, and he said, "My mother, how can there be such a good-looking person?"

"I said shopkeeper, now is not the time to be a nymphomaniac, life-saving is the most important thing!" Bai Zhantang hated iron for steel.

Then he turned to Han Fei and said:

"Mr. Han, hurry up and run for your life! A dangerous person is coming soon, and he will kill without blinking an eye!"

Just when Han Fei was about to reply, there was a sudden sound of fighting downstairs, followed by the sound of things breaking.

After everyone heard it, they hurried down.

As soon as they went there, everyone saw a man wearing a turban, grabbed Xiao Guo's left hand, pressed him against the pillar, and shouted: "Are you going to tell me or not!"

Han Fei knew that he was the legendary Thief God Ji Wuming, but now he had no memory.

Xiao Guo couldn't move, and cried out in pain: "What did I say! I just said that you look familiar, but I didn't say I knew you."

"You still dare to quibble, if you don't know me, how can you think I look familiar?" Ji Wuming showed a stern look on his face: "If you don't tell the truth, I will kill you with one palm."

As he said, he raised his right hand and was about to give Xiao Guo a palm.

In desperation, Bai Zhantang quickly shouted: "Xiao Ji, don't!"

After hearing his words, Ji Wuming left Guo Furong behind and walked towards him slowly: "Little chicken? You know me."

"No... I don't know each other." How could Bai Zhantang dare to admit that Ji Wuming's martial arts was already higher than him, but now he is crazy.

Really let him know that he was the one who made him go to jail, and his life would be lost every minute.

Although he didn't admit it, Ji Wuming obviously didn't plan to let him go like this: "I don't know me, so why do you call me a chick?"

"Because...because..." Bai Zhantang suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "Because I like to give people nicknames, such as little duck, little fish, little mouse and so on."

"Yes, yes, yes." Everyone quickly echoed.

Han Fei almost laughed out loud. A normal person would probably not believe such a lame reason, but it's a pity that Ji Wuming is not normal.

After hearing Bai Zhantang's words, Ji Wuming didn't make things difficult for him anymore, but looked around carefully, and then said firmly, "I must have been here before."

"Impossible!" Everyone retorted in unison.

Ji Wuming ignored them, but asked to himself: "Is there a backyard here?"

"No!" The crowd retorted again, and when Ji Wuming's eyes swept over them, he changed his words weakly: "Yes∽"

"Is there an ancient well in the backyard?"

"No!" Everyone continued to refute reflexively, and then changed their words again: "Yes∽"

"噗嗤∽"

A laugh made everyone look at Han Fei.

He suppressed his smile, pretended to be nonchalant and said to everyone: "Go on, go on, just pretend that I don't exist."

I used to think it was funny when I was watching TV, but I didn’t expect it to be even more funny when I was on the scene. People like him who have received strict training can’t help it.

Ji Wuming ignored Han Fei, but walked quickly towards the backyard, trying to think of more.

Han Fei followed quietly, intending to find out the situation first, and he didn't want to do anything yet.

One is because Ji Wuming hasn't recovered his memory yet, so he poses no threat to everyone.

Second, he was not sure if he was Ji Wuming's opponent.

Now it's not a TV series, it's not clear how strong Ji Wuming is.

This third-rate sword god Zhuo Bufan is a master.

Ji Wuming was able to win the title of God of Thieves from a group of underworld masters, so it is impossible for him to be a weak person.

It's not a big deal to lose face if you can't beat it, but it's the real end if you lose your life. He just crossed over, and he didn't want to die without knowing why.

……

In the backyard, Ji Wuming sat on the ancient well, thinking in a daze.

Bai Zhantang walked over furtively, and asked in a low voice, "Haven't you remembered yet?"

"No, the more I think about it, the more chaotic it becomes, and the more I think about it, the more confused I become."

Hearing this, Bai Zhantang was overjoyed: "If you can't remember it, then don't think about it at all, let the past go."

"How can I do that?" Ji Wuming disagreed, and then said mysteriously: "Do you know? Actually, I escaped from the prison."

"Oh?" Bai Zhantang pretended to be puzzled: "Then do you remember what crime you committed to get in?"

"I don't know." Ji Wuming shook his head: "But I guess nine out of ten cases are unjust."

"Think about it, firstly I don't know how to steal, secondly I don't know how to rob, and thirdly I don't know how to murder and set fire to people, so I got in so well."

The corner of Bai Zhantang's mouth twitched: "You are really too modest."

"What did you say?"

"No, I praised you." Bai Zhantang said perfunctorily.

Suddenly, Ji Wuming stared at Bai Zhantang's face and asked, "Again, why do I feel that you look so familiar, what's your surname?"

Bai Zhantang was startled, and replied, "My surname is Zhou, yes, yes, my surname is Zhou."

Ji Wuming looked envious: "Then you are so lucky, if I can really remember who I am, I can risk my life."

"If you really think about it, maybe you will regret it."

Bai Zhantang suddenly felt a little sad. Back then, his two brothers supported each other, traveled around the world, avoided all kinds of open guns and dark arrows, and gained great fame.

Now because of himself, he has turned into such a ghost, and he feels unspeakable guilt in his heart.

Just when he was thinking, Ji Wuming's words made him tremble with fear.

"No, come here and let me take a good look, I seem to have a little impression." Saying that, he was going to touch Bai Zhantang's face.

Bai Zhantang didn't dare to let him take a closer look, and quickly said: "You may have misidentified the person. Everyone said that I am the face of the public. I have some things to do. Let's go first."

After finishing speaking, he ran out in a panic, leaving Ji Wuming sitting alone in a daze.

Seeing Bai Zhantang coming out, Shopkeeper Tong walked up quickly and asked in panic, "What's the matter?"

"The situation is not very good. Hurry up and cook. I have a Mongolian sweat medicine here. Let's put him down first."

After hearing his words, everyone hurried to the kitchen to cook, and in a short while, a table of meals was finished.

Bai Zhantang took out the Mongolian sweat medicine and sprinkled it on each dish, for fear of missing one.

After they finished all this, Han Fei asked: "You said that he has excellent martial arts, can this Mongolian sweat medicine be useful?"

Bai Zhantang suddenly realized: "That's right, he has already been promoted to Grandmaster, this little medicine won't fascinate him at all!"

Everyone was trembling: "Then what should we do?"

"What else can I do, pack up and run!"

After finishing speaking, he ran directly upstairs, and everyone went back to pack their things, leaving Han Fei alone.

"This Ji Wuming is indeed a master, but he may not be incapable of fighting now."

Han Fei wanted to take this opportunity to test his own strength. He was also a master, so if he didn't believe it, he had no chance of winning.

Besides, there is Bai Zhantang here, don't look at him as timid as a mouse, he is absolutely unambiguous when he really wants to do something.

(End of this chapter)