Chapter 73 [Prison-Suppressing Dragon and Elephant Power]
The dark night rain is like a monk ringing a bell in an old temple, beating the turbid earth.
The water splashing on the ground is like transparent umbrellas turned upside down.
The sun sets, and the afterglow remains. Taixi City is almost under curfew, and everything is almost pitch black.
At the city gate, several guards looked boredly at the passers-by on the way in and out. They all looked at them before letting them go.
On this night of heavy rain, they were not in a good mood, and they just wanted to end the day's duty hastily.
Just close the business and go home to warm up the pit with my wife, or have a drink at Chunhua Restaurant to be cool.
Along the official road outside the city, Shen Xiu had already expected this kind of scene.
Today, his image has been greatly changed. His hair has become shorter and his face is darker. When he walks to a deserted corner, he picks up a load and puts on a bamboo hat, and he is a proper salesman.
Then, taking advantage of the dim night rain, I walked forward crookedly.
A guard at the door looked up at the weird weather, cursed secretly, glanced at Shen Xiu who was walking in the rain, and waved his hand to let him pass quickly.
Entering the city, a sign standing beside the city gate caught Shen Xiu's attention.
The face of the leader of the Red Fire Bandits from last time had long disappeared, and what remained were a few unfamiliar-looking faces. At the end of these faces, Shen Xiu saw some familiar faces.
These notices have become tattered after being mercilessly ravaged by wind and rain, but some of his appearance can still be seen in the yellowed lines on the notices.
Chen Xiu sneered, put on his bamboo hat, picked up the burden, and walked into an alley, and then came out to Changqing Street.
The top combat power of Taixi City is not very high, and the only two people from the Xuanjian Division with outstanding combat power have also left. If you want to sneak in, it is really not too difficult.
"Grandpa, do you think the man carrying the burden just now looks like the bloody-handed man Tu Chenxiu?"
In a rice shop about ten meters away from the sign, an eighty-nine-year-old boy stared at the alley where Shen Xiu left without blinking.
Then he said to the old man sitting next to him on a rocking chair under the eaves with a pipe in his mouth.
The old man narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the continuous heavy rain, with a hint of worry in his eyes. When he heard his grandson's words, he knocked on his pipe.
"This is the fifth time you have said it today. Have you finished your homework in the school? Have you finished memorizing the teacher's lessons? I will let you wander outside again."
"No..." After hearing this, the boy immediately said like an eggplant beaten by frost.
"Also, even if he saw it, the bloody-handed human slaughterer pretended not to see it."
"Why?"
"Those adults in the city government said that the monster was doing evil, sacrificing human life, and harming both sides of the Lishui River. They also said that Shen Xiu of Jinhong Martial Arts Hall was in cahoots with that big monster.
Over the past few months, it has rained like this five or six times, and the river bank outside the city downstream of Lishui has burst its banks twice.
Can we not know whether the demon is good or not?"
The old man sitting under the eaves shook his head and smiled rather self-deprecatingly.
In the past, he was leaning on the rocking chair like this. His father told those distant stories and the rumors that were spread around, saying that there was a dragon king in the Lishui River, protecting the safety of Taixi City.
How could he believe these stories when he was young and frivolous?
So I teamed up with a bunch of friends and ran to the Lishui River to urinate in the wind every day.
Until late one night, he was walking by the river again and when he unbuttoned his belt, a voice suddenly appeared in the river, and then quietly warned him not to pee.
At that moment, he was so frightened that he was peeing, and he ran home in a panic, only to realize that the rumors in the jokes were sometimes not legends.
In the following decades, just as his father said, there were two major droughts and one flood in Heyang County, but Taixi City avoided both, and the weather was indescribably smooth.
However, all this changed when the adults of the Xuanjian Division said that a demon was slaughtered in the Lishui River.
What about the evil-doing monster, and about the collusive bloody-handed man Tu Chenxiu.
How can they not know whether evil is evil or not?
The old man blew out his cigarette and looked at the nameless memorial sign on the high platform of the house.
People, although they don’t say it with their mouths, they actually have a strong balance in their hearts.
After approaching the Jinhong Martial Arts Hall, Shen Xiu threw the burden in his hand into a deserted corner, and he could easily cross the high wall of the martial arts hall with his feet.
After a few twists and turns, Shen Xiu quickly arrived at the small courtyard where he lived before.
Then, as soon as Shen Xiu landed on the ground and approached the house, the candles in the house suddenly lit up.
As his body tensed, Professor Duan's gentle voice came from inside.
"It's Shen Xiu, then come in."
Shen Xiu pushed the door open and found Professor Duan wearing a robe, flicking the candle on the desk with his wrist.
"Jiaoxi Duan!"
Shen practices Baoquando.
Although it was before, after his cultivation reached the realm of bone-cutting, Duan Jiaoxi was afraid of making fun of his generosity, so he gave up his previous intention of accepting disciples.
But Shen Xiu still respects Duan Jiaoxi, not because of his strength, but because of his character.
"After you left, people from the Xuanjian Division came. I was afraid that others would disturb me, so I moved here. I thought you would come back."
Duan Hongfei explained with a smile when he saw Shen Xiu, whose skin had become tougher and his temperament solidified after not seeing him for several months.
Then he turned around and took out a package from the cabinet at the foot of the room.
"The money is all in it."
"Thank you, Professor Duan."
"No need to thank you. What are your plans for the future?"
"Go to Shanglin City."
"It seems that the rumors are true. You have friendship with the big demon white python." Duan Hongfei smiled when he heard this, with admiration in his eyes. "What is your current level of cultivation?"
"Not long ago, I entered the realm of returning to Tibet."
When Duan Hongfei heard this, his eyes almost brightened.
He had planned everything, and it had only been two years since he started teaching martial arts. In two years, he had gone from knowing nothing to being able to cultivate the four realms of martial arts in order to return to Tibet.
Such talent is so high.
You must know that even if it takes several years to polish a realm, it is extremely common.
Just talking about him, he has been in the realm of bone-cutting for five or six years, but he has been unable to break through that bottleneck.
Compared with Shen Xiu's progress, it was simply unspeakable. He always overestimated Shen Xiu, but every time it was beyond his expectations.
It seems as if there are no bottlenecks in all his entries.
"Actually, before this happened, you had to go to Shanglin City anyway. Do you know where the Dragon Subduing Tiger Technique of our Jinhong Martial Arts School comes from?"
"The Yuanyang Gang in Shanglin Fucheng?"
Chen Xiu had heard about this rumor, and replied after thinking about it for a moment.
Professor Duan nodded, "Yes, the technique of subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger did come from the Yuanyang Gang in Shanglin City. It should be said that it came from the Yuanyang Gang's previous leader's secret skill of suppressing the prison dragon and elephant power."