Seeing Nalong again, different place, different people, but the same shock.
Cao An's face was covered with frost, "Why not use puppets?"
"I don't think it will be used. It would be a waste to use it on the two of them." Zhong Sheng told the truth. If it weren't for the fact that this guy's Qi had caused his old injury, there would indeed be no need for puppets. He could have used these two on his own. People solve it.
"Sooner or later you will be harmed by your greed for money." Cao An cursed loudly. He really couldn't understand Zhong Zhong's obsession with money.
Normally, he would just treat it as a small hobby of his, but he didn't expect that such a thing could happen under such circumstances.
"I can't take any more action next time. Although I don't have the same medical skills, I'm still aware of it. If your body is in the same situation as just now, you won't be able to reach Baicao Zhai at all. Then our profession will be meaningless. You It's better to get out as soon as possible and find a good place to bury yourself, so as not to trouble others."
Shen Zhan took out a pill that he had mixed up earlier and swallowed it.
He was not afraid of anything else, but now he was a little afraid of death and afraid that Cao An would give up on him. His face straightened and he said, "There will be no next time!"
Cao An waved his hand and said, "Take some tidying up and see if you can find out any information. I'm not done yet. I'll look for you when I come out."
"Okay, Brother Cao."
The door was closed again.
Cao An meditated for a whole day, until he felt that his energy and energy were completely restored to its peak. Then he prepared everything on the desk, picked up the brush, dipped it in cinnabar, and drew inscriptions on each component. This step required strong strength. Under the control of his mind, he could feel the mysterious energy involved in these inscriptions.
An accident would be a terrible disaster for Yanshi, but now he seems not qualified to understand them, because his original body died on it.
He was almost fully focused, without any distractions, and was unaware of the passage of time. At this moment, a cry for help from downstairs almost forced Cao An back from his trance. Fortunately, he had enough control, and he did not regain his concentration until he made the last stroke. , turning his attention outside the house.
He could generally sense the state of these people. Cao An was not worried at all about the weight of the Golden Wheel Dharma King in his hands. He just wanted to wait for the farce outside to end before continuing.
However, what he didn't expect was that, as expected, Zhan Sheng had an accident. He didn't care about anything else at the critical moment, and stepped out, grabbed the other arm of the black shadow, and used Nailong again.
This time, he no longer held back like he did against the fat man before. The force penetrated directly from his left arm to his right arm. The aftershocks penetrated deep into his organs, killing him instantly. He could no longer die.
Cao An, who returned to the room, did not start drawing immediately. He gathered his mind, recited Taoist scriptures silently, regained his energy and cleared away distracting thoughts.
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Outside the door, after the fight ended, some people began to become active one after another, and the bold ones even opened the door to watch.
The store owner came out tremblingly, and asked the boy to hold the lamp. He took off the ingot of silver with great effort, rolled it into his sleeve carefully, and then looked at the destroyed store door with a bitter look on his face.
He searched heavily for information on the two men in black, including two taels of silver.
There were no identity cards, nor anything that could reveal their identities. They shook their heads helplessly. The waiter came over with a lamp and rolled his eyes heavily. He had never seen such a stingy charlatan. What charlatan would be here? Killing people and touching corpses in full public view, shouldn't this kind of thing be left to me, the coolie who cleans up the scene?
But he still took a look through the window grilles at the power of Shen Sheng who had just held the butcher's knife, and didn't dare to make any mistakes.
The lamp shone on the face of the man in black, and the waiter exclaimed, "Isn't this the Feng family's nursing home?"
The heavy face tightened, "The Feng family? Is it the Feng family that issued the reward?"
The waiter was about to speak, but was slapped by the shopkeeper, "Nonsense, these are all charlatans who lick blood from their swords. You, a waiting waiter, know nothing. Why don't you go to the Yamen and tell the police?" ?”
The waiter received a slap on his face with a big red mark, but he didn't dare to say anything. He just smiled and said, "Sir, I just remembered it wrong. I'm going to the Yamen right now."
The shopkeeper came up with a smile and said, "Please forgive me for the ignorant waiter just now. If there is nothing else, please go back to your room and rest. Just leave this place to us. The disputes that happen here on weekdays are nothing to worry about." Shao, our place is no different than other places, there is an unwritten rule, the world is the same as the world."
"No matter who it is, as long as they practice martial arts, whoever dies here will be your own business. The police officers in the yamen are just doing routine work and will not disturb you."
Zhan Zhen narrowed his eyes slightly, nodded, turned around and returned to the room, but secretly became wary in his heart. The words of the innkeeper could not be nonsense, which proved that this inn was not ordinary.
As for what is happening in the Jianghu, that is not all your business. The guy who just died and had his body taken away was just an ordinary person, and you didn't care about it.
He lay down with his clothes on, and soon after he heard the sound of footsteps and soft conversations, but they were a bit far apart and could not be heard clearly, but they did not cause trouble for him. When he went out the next day, the inn was already there. It has been restored, and even the originally damaged door has been repaired.
The inn was still lively, with four tables of guests sitting there early in the morning. The shopkeeper and the waiter were still hiding behind the counter, greeting guests with smiles. If the smell of blood in front of his door hadn't dissipated, he would have almost doubted whether he was there last night. Had a dream.
After leaving the door, I didn't go far. I communicated with several nearby stall owners for a while. After getting to know the Feng family, I stopped showing up and went back to the room with peace of mind, waiting for Cao An to come out.
For a whole day and night, Cao An, with dark circles under his eyes, called Zhong Zhong to come in, and then asked the waiter to deliver food to the room.
The floor has been cleared away, and there is only a two-inch-high puppet on the table, a man with a sneer on his face, a bright red cassock draped on his body, and the straps of the red and gold Buddhist hat seem to be fluttering in the wind. He is holding a fly whisk in one hand and a Holding a Zen staff in his hand, the mole between his eyebrows is even more conspicuous.
Strong and domineering, it seems that anything that stands in front of him will be split open by him.
It's that cool man!
With his mind slightly shaken, he looked at Cao An, "Brother Cao, who is this?"
"Fahai! Didn't you see the name on the pedestal?" Cao An endured the throbbing pain in his head and turned around to ask.
"What can you see from those two people?"
With a serious look on his face, he walked up to Cao An and told everything that happened that night and what he had heard.
"In other words, those men in black are actually members of the Feng family. It's strange. Didn't something strange happen to the Feng family? They should be too busy to take care of themselves at this time. Why do they still have the leisure to attack an ordinary person? What?" As soon as Cao An finished speaking, and just as he was about to speak, the two of them suddenly reached a tacit understanding and stopped talking.
Cao An wrapped his sleeves around the puppet and wiped the blood from his fingertips on the puppet.
The footsteps came closer and closer, and stopped at the door, "Guest, the food you requested is ready."
"Send it in!"
It wasn't until the waiter was far away that he lowered his voice and continued, "It's none of our business anyway."
"No!" This time, Cao An changed his mind. With the puppet in his sleeve, he now felt at ease. What's more, the recurrence of serious injuries was just around the corner. He wouldn't be so forgetful that he could just forget about finding someone. It makes no sense to still suffer the dumb loss after finding it.
"After I have a good rest, we will go to Feng's house early tomorrow morning."
Shen Shen didn't say anything, just nodded, and went down to pay after finishing the meal. This time he paid extra happily.
Early the next morning, the two led the donkeys to Feng's house. The vermilion door was open. The servants who looked like scribes set up a square table at the door. On the other side were eight shelves of weapons neatly placed.
Before Cao An could get closer, the scribe's sharp eyes glanced over and then stood up.
"You two are also here for the reward, right?"
"Exactly!"
The scribe lifted up his sleeves and paused his pen on the top of the book, "Please tell me your name, surname and cultivation level so that I can record it."
"I'm Cao An, I'm in the second scene of the blood energy realm, this is my brother's heavy state, and I'm in the first scene of the fusion of skills!"
"I have finished recording it. My master has given instructions that everyone in the Feng family can come to help with the boxing. The whole family is extremely grateful. I cannot let you down. The Feng family does not have many other things, but they still have weapons. No matter what the final result is, Everyone who comes to the house can choose a weapon to take away."
As he spoke, the scribe pointed his right hand at the weapon rack on the side.
Cao An smiled slightly, "Mr. Feng is very generous, so we won't be polite. Little Fatty, your butcher knife can be replaced."
A trace of contempt flashed in the scribe's eyes, but his face was still full of smiles. These are just blades made of ordinary materials. To ordinary people, they may be valuable, but to the Feng family, they are nothing at all.
Cao An raised his hand and picked an eight-sided sword. It was straight and upright, with a straight blade and a two-degree curved blade. It was majestic and simple, but this was not the point. The point was that the eight-sided sword was Cao An's practice sword. best choice.
He is just practicing swordsmanship, rather than using it as a means of killing. Considering his current cultivation level, the power of the sword may be the lowest, but weapons are extensions of limbs. This is not just a definition. It is also a method of practicing swordsmanship.
To reach this level, you need to make your body familiar enough with the sword, whether it is playing with it or doing tricks. Among beginners, the fundamental purpose is not to kill, but to familiarize the body with it and cultivate the skills with the sword. Only after reaching this level of tacit understanding can it be considered a real introduction.
Otherwise, if you dance the long sword awkwardly, no matter how powerful the killing move is, it will be full of flaws. If the tacit understanding between the sword and the person is not enough, the power of the sword move will not be exerted at all.
There needs to be a tacit connection between the person and the sword, and it must be completely connected to the body, just like a hand or foot, with no barriers or obstacles, and it can become a true extension of the hand and foot.
He picked up a long gun.
Seeing that the two of them were about to lead the donkey into the gate, the servant hurriedly stepped forward to hold it, "You two horses... Well, leave the donkey to us. There is a special place for them to rest in the house, and there are also supplies." If you have high-quality fodder and have someone to take care of it, there won't be any problems. As for your luggage, why not just take care of it together, I don't think you two will need it at home."
The servants never laughed at the two of them. Their professionalism kept them smiling and polite, but there was ridicule between their eyebrows!
He tilted his head heavily and said unceremoniously, "Then you have to be careful, or your legs will be broken!"