Chapter 78: Jianghu affairs, Jianghu

In the courtyard, the two fought for more than thirty rounds. Under the suppression of internal force, the woman fell into a disadvantage, but she had a fierceness and tenacity. Under the coverage of dense palm shadows, she kept fighting back.

"Bang bang!"

"Dang! Dang!"

Lin Kun blocked the axe with both palms, sparks flew, and the sharp sound of metal clashing was endless.

The dragon-catching technique was strange and tricky, but fortunately Zhang Yu taught her the footwork of the Feiyun Magic Skill, so she could use her full strength and barely cope with it.

Zhang Yu noticed something strange. The blood-red aura in Zhao Xia's eyes became thicker and thicker, and her aura continued to increase. It should be related to the "Blood Evil Sutra" that she was practicing.

"Little bitch, you are worthy of being Zhao Laodao's offspring. I underestimated you."

Lin Kun stood in the courtyard, breathing slightly.

His martial arts skills were naturally better than Zhao Xia's, but during this period of time, he had been exhausted by alcohol and sex, and he was overly worried. After dozens of rounds, he was already a little exhausted.

Zhao Xia was knocked back two or three feet. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and when he raised his head, his eyes were red.

She roared, "Lin Kun, old thief, die!"

The full moon was in the sky, and the woman pounced on him with great momentum like a nimble prairie wolf.

"The blood is boiling!"

Lin Kun felt a slight chill on his scalp and raised his palm to block.

The giant axe fell down, containing powerful internal force. Lin Kun's arms shook violently, and there was a faint sound of bones breaking. If it weren't for the blessing of "Iron Bone Dragon Claw", his two arms would have been disabled at this time.

This "Blood Evil Skill" has a long history. It was taken by Zhao Laodao from a lieutenant general who was appointed to a post in another place. It seems to have some military origins.

Among them is a luck method called 'Boiling Blood', which can stimulate the body's potential and gain several times the strength in a short period of time, with the fighting spirit soaring on the battlefield.

"what!"

After Zhao Xia entered the bloody state, Lin Kun had almost no power to resist and was defeated again and again. With a scream, his arms were broken at the wrists, and the "Iron Bone Dragon Claw" flew out and fell heavily to the ground.

"Old thief, suffer death!"

Zhao Xia raised the long axe and chopped it down from the top of his head to his left hip.

Before Lin Kun could even make a sound, he was split into two halves like firewood, with his internal organs washed out and his liver and intestines torn apart. A shower of blood and minced meat splashed across the ground for several feet.

Even though the soldiers from Qingfeng Village who came down the mountain were all veterans of many battles, they still felt a chill in their hearts when they saw this bloody scene.

The look he gave the second village chief suddenly changed.

"Dad, I avenged you!"

Zhao Xia stood there for a while, the bloodshot in his eyes gradually faded away, he put down the long-handled axe, sat on the ground and concentrated on regulating his breathing.

Zhang Yu came over and saw that her aura was gradually solidifying. Not only was she not seriously injured, but she was also about to break through. He thought to himself, "Every martial art in the world really has its own merits."

"Liao Quan, Chen Wu."

"My subordinate is here."

"You lead your men to continue to eliminate the remaining enemies."

The night was as black as ink, and the full moon was in the sky.

The shouts and cries of killing gradually disappeared. Once Lin Kun died, the people of Qingfeng Village had taken control of the situation.

Zhang Yu sat down on the armchair, took out the purple flute, and played the "Purifying Heart and Universal Good Mantra". This song is soft and melodious, with hidden Zen meanings, which can soothe people's hearts and relieve emotions.

He integrated his inner strength into it, and in the silent night, the sound of the flute rose and fell, spreading far and wide.

This night is a sleepless night for many people.

All forces in Pingyang Prefecture are secretly watching the Dragon Scale Society.

"You play the flute well. You are a person with elegant tastes. You should be easier to talk to than Lin Kun."

In the dark alley, there were two small sedan chairs with green canopies and two teams of people standing by.

One team is dressed in black uniforms and wears swords on their waists. They are the military detectives of the prefectural yamen. Unlike ordinary yamen runners, this group of people have some martial arts skills and are often used to arrest bandits. They are commonly known as the "Six Gates" in the underworld.

The hostility towards them among the martial arts world is second only to that towards the Embroidered Uniform Guards.

The other pair of people were the Pingyang Jinyiwei, who were dressed in Feiyu uniforms and black gauze hats.

"Snapped!"

Ji Ling clasped his palms together and slapped two mosquitoes to death.

"Master Ji, don't you care at all?"

"What do you care about?"

"After tonight, the situation of Pingyang Jianghu will change."

"Snapped!"

Ji Ling slapped another mosquito to death. He smiled bitterly and said, "It's the business of the martial arts world. It has been like this for decades. As long as Qingfeng Village doesn't raise the flag of rebellion, Lord Fang, it has nothing to do with you and me. Go back early and don't stand here to feed mosquitoes."

If Fang Zhilian hadn't dragged him away, Ji Ling would not have been willing to come out to feed the mosquitoes. At this point in time, wouldn't it be wonderful to hug his concubine and talk about life?
Two grassland spies of extraordinary status have been sent to guard the Qianhu Mansion, and their promotion and transfer out of Pingyang are just around the corner.

Fang Zhilian asked hesitantly, "Master Ji, you said that Qingfeng Village will not swallow up all of the Dragon Scale Society's assets, right? Should I invite Zhang Yu to dinner and split it 50-50? He will agree, right?"

Ji Ling pursed his lips slightly. This Lord Fang who was parachuted from the cabinet to serve as the prefect really lived up to his name. He looked starving and would eat anything he could.

Fang Zhilian didn't know whether he remembered his identity as a scholar or Ji Ling's identity as an official of the Jinyiwei. It was his responsibility to investigate and deal with corruption, but the world had forgotten it, so he immediately started to act pitifully.

"Ahem, to be honest with you, Lord Ji, the atmosphere in the officialdom has been terrible in recent years. I have spent a lot of favors to get a transfer, and I still owe the bank 6,000 taels of silver. If I rely on the salary of the prefect, I will have to pay it back for more than ten years even if I don't eat or drink."

Ji Ling shook his head slightly. He was not a high-ranking official, but he still secretly despised Fang Zhilian's behavior.

Years ago, when Prefect Fang was celebrating his third wife's birthday, Manager Liu from the Liuxiangtang in the east of the city kindly gave her twenty sticks of precious sandalwood.

Unexpectedly, on the third day, a servant with a Beijing accent came to Liuxiangtang to return the twenty sandalwood sticks.

Shopkeeper Liu was a savvy businessman, so he could naturally tell at a glance what the birthday gift was that he had given out.

There was no way he could really get back the birthday gift given to the prefect. He wondered if he would ever stay in Pingyang in the future.

Manager Liu quickly converted the money into eighty taels of silver according to the market price, and asked the servant of the Fang Mansion to take it back along with the sandalwood.

Who knows, it’s only been a new year.

Another person came to return the twenty sandalwood sticks. This time it was a servant, but he still spoke with a Beijing accent.

Shopkeeper Liu was so sad that he could not even cry, so he could only pack another eighty taels.

Now this case has become a joke in Pingyang City.

Ji Ling despised such an indecent behavior in his heart, but he still smiled and said, "Silver money is my real parents, only bastards don't love it. This thousand households is the same, I am not a clay Buddha in the temple, how can I really not care about worldly things?"

Fang Zhilian breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm glad that Lord Ji can understand me."

Ji Ling's eyes turned and he looked at Fang Zhilian: "Speaking of money, I recently found a way."

Fang Zhilian's eyes lit up like a dog smelling shit, and he came closer: "Master Ji, if you have any way to make money, please help me."

"There is a female thief nicknamed Swallow Thief. She stole the treasures of Wan Guozhang's family and recently fled to Pingyang."

Fang Zhilian frowned and asked, "What does that have to do with me? What does that have to do with money?"

"Don't be impatient, Lord Fang. Listen to me slowly. Lord Wan has issued a reward. If you can catch the thief Yan Zi, you will get five thousand taels of silver. If you can find the stolen treasure, you will get another ten thousand taels of silver."

Seeing that Fang Zhilian was not interested in this, Ji Ling smiled and said, "Master Fang, these Wu police officers under your command are not only well versed in the art of pursuit and investigation, but they are also the local gods of Pingyang. What place don't they know? Lend these people to me for half a month, and I will definitely be able to track down the Swallow Thief."

Fang Zhilian hesitated and said, "It's just that Pingyang City has been uneasy recently, and these police officers are here to protect my safety."

"If you can catch the Swallow Thief and recover the treasure, the reward will be split between you and me."

"A word is settled!"

(End of this chapter)

previouscatalognext