The shower in the old man's hand paused for a moment, he raised his head and straightened his back.
"The warrior of the former dynasty? Didn't he finish the strangulation before? Why does another one appear now?"
He knew very well how much harm could be caused by making Heshan Jun go away without any return.
In the Demon Alliance, there are only three true thousand-year-old demons.
Of these three, two are at odds with each other and are life-or-death enemies.
Only he, the leader of the alliance, has been mediating and buffering.
If a big demon like Lord Heshan can't do anything to that person, then the only one who can suppress this person is probably the thousand-year-old demon who stands at the top of the demon alliance.
"Do you know the specific identity of the murderer?" the old man asked again.
"I know something. This person's name is Wei He, his age is unknown, and he looks like a man in his thirties. He suddenly appeared in Ningzhou City a month ago. He has never appeared before." The man in a suit replied in a low voice.
"Immediately notify the other two. If you can suppress it, Lord Heshan and so many monsters can't even escape, which shows the strength of the other party. At the same time, investigate the documents of the previous dynasty to determine the identity and strength characteristics of the other party." The old man speculated.
"yes."
"Also, has the ambassador from Xilin returned?"
"Already gone back."
"Then notify the members of the Demon Alliance and officially announce the news about the former warrior Wei He. As soon as possible."
"yes!"
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In the 61st year of the Big Moon, the converted calendar is 1841, March.
Just when Wei He was preparing to reappear in true martial arts after more than thirty years of silence.
The great warlord Xu Mengde openly led his troops to excavate the ancient Yuan Dynasty tombs. They unearthed a large number of antique jewelry and other funerary objects and sold them abroad in exchange for military expenses.
This move caused shock across the country.
Under the concept that everyone believes that people should be buried in peace, it would be a crazy move to directly dig graves and steal property.
For a time, public opinion across the country turned against Xu Mengde. Various newspapers and magazines condemned Zhongzhou Xu Mengde's despicable behavior.
And at this moment.
Wei He was sitting quietly on the bench, looking at Zhong Ling's serious fisting gesture in the front yard.
With his eyesight, he can naturally see that many of the routines Zhong Ling learned require the cooperation of true energy and true blood to produce core power.
But as the environment changes and the true energy disappears, these originally powerful exercises have now become unspeakable false routines.
To outsiders, there are a lot of meaningless gestures and movements.
But these are the moves that previously required the cooperation of real strength and blood to exert their power.
Soon, Zhong Ling finished a set of Mizong Fist, sweating slightly, stopped his movements, stood still, looked at Wei He, and waited for his comments.
"The movements are good, but the strength is a bit soft, and the physical endurance is also a bit poor. There are no other problems." Wei He picked up a cup of tea and took a sip lightly.
"If you want to combine firearms and integrate them into combat, then you need to first choose the range of firearms that you are good at. Long guns can be combined with long guns, and pistols can also be used with pistols."
Since he captured four big demons a while ago, although one died, there are still three, which are enough to support his next demon meat farm plan.
After all, the self-healing power of the big demon is far beyond that of ordinary demons.
When he came back to his senses, he saw that Zhong Ling was still thinking carefully because of what he said.
Wei He asked again.
"By the way, I'm going out in a few days. You should first understand what I said before."
"Okay, thank you very much, Mr. Wei." Zhong Ling said seriously, clasping his fists and bowing.
"Go down." Wei He waved his hand.
Looking at the other party's increasingly modern T-shirt and black trousers, he felt more and more that he was not far away from modern society.
Zhong Ling was about to retreat.
"By the way, Mr. Wei, didn't you say before that you wanted to find the remaining old people from the previous dynasty?"
"Well, I'm looking for it. But" Wei He thought for a while, so what if he found it?
Who can survive the last natural disaster, who doesn’t have low cultivation and low bloodline?
Even if he has a zhenqi conversion device, these people are already old and have low potential. What path can they take?
Thinking of this, he gave up the idea of looking for someone again.
After all, even if he found it, he would only have the strength of two and three blood at most.
At this level, coupled with old age and frailty, what's the use of facing monsters? Are you sending rations?
"Forget it, let's let this matter go. You can go down first." Wei He said calmly.
"Yes." Zhong Ling nodded. He originally wanted to inform Wei He about the situation of his masters.
But now it seems that it is probably meaningless.
After bowing, Zhong Ling slowly turned and left.
After leaving the Marshal's Mansion, he looked back at the somewhat empty mansion, got into his car, and rushed towards the Zhong Mansion.
In the Zhong Mansion, Zhong Jiuquan went out to purchase goods, saying he wanted to discuss a big business deal, but he was not at home.
But Zhong Yinxue was playing chess with her mother.
Zhong Ling had no interest in playing chess, so he took a quick look and prepared to take a shower and rest.
"By the way, brother, did you see Master Mi Fang when you went to the Marshal's Mansion?" My sister Zhong Yinxue suddenly asked.
"No, what's wrong?" Zhong Ling asked doubtfully.
"That's it, a friend of mine has something going on at home and wants to ask Master Mi Fang to take action. Didn't he go to the Marshal's Mansion before? Brother, you have been going to the Marshal's Mansion to learn things recently. I just want to ask "Zhong
Yinxue explained.
"I never go to other courtyards, and Mr. Wei and I don't talk about other things." Zhong Ling shook his head.
"Really?" Zhong Yinxue said in surprise.
She took a closer look at her brother and found that he had grown significantly stronger in just one month.
"Brother, are you still learning martial arts and fighting? Is it useful to learn that? If you don't do anything, my father is forcing me to learn business management recently."
"Why is it useless?" Zhong Ling smiled. "Since dad asked you to study more, you should pay more attention. Maybe your brother and I will rely on you to support me in the future."
"Haha, just wait. When I take charge of all the family property, I will give you a pancake every day." Zhong Yinxue said unhappily.
This guy puts his responsibilities on others and does whatever he wants. Do you still want to take care of him in the future?
Dream on this is.
After taking a shower at home, Zhong Ling rushed towards the Zhou Family Martial Arts School.
Today it’s time to visit Zhou Xingtong again.
He has always respected this master who taught him a lot of practical experience.
In particular, Zhou Xingtong told him one by one his previous experiences on how to avoid musket bullets, etc.
Each of these precious, blood-earned experiences is absolutely precious.
Therefore, Zhong Ling always regarded himself as Zhou Xingtong's disciple.
After changing his clothes, Zhong Ling bought some gift boxes of fruits on the roadside outside and soon arrived at the Zhou Family Martial Arts Gym.
There were still no students in the hall. Zhou Xingtong was half-lying on a wicker chair, squinting his eyes and looking at the white clouds passing by in the sky, leisurely and at ease.
An old Taoist was sitting aside, seeming to be muttering something, and actually knitting a sweater in his hands!?
When Zhong Ling came in, this was what he saw.
"Xiao Ling is here? Find a place to sit by yourself." Zhou Xingtong said casually, quite familiarly.
"Yes." Zhong Ling nodded. He carried the things and put them in the back room. After coming out, he simply sat on the edge of the flower bed beside Zhou Xingtong.
The sun shone on the bodies of the old man and the young man, making them warm and comfortable.
"Are you still practicing recently?" Zhou Xingtong glanced at Zhong Ling, whose body shape had changed significantly, and asked casually.
"Well, I'm learning combat from Mr. Wei from the Marshal's Mansion." Zhong Ling nodded and answered honestly.
"If you don't want to think about the future, how will you go?" Zhou Xingtong asked softly.
He was obviously a rich man, but he didn't want to inherit the family business. Instead, he struggled all day long and got involved in martial arts fighting.
"I never thought about it." Zhong Ling smiled, showing his white teeth.
"Then have you ever thought about what you can do with these things you learned in the future?" Zhou Xingtong patted the armrest of the chair with his only left arm.
"Just like me, Old Man Zhou, find a place to open a martial arts gym? No one cares, no one takes care of you. All alone?"
"Master Zhou, this has been my disciple's dream since childhood. No matter what I will face in the future, I will not regret it." Zhong Ling's smile faded and he answered calmly.
"You kid." Zhou Xingtong nodded slightly. "It's a pity that I was born in the wrong era."
"Mr. Wei often says the same thing as you." Zhong Ling laughed again. "But I always hear you say how powerful Yuanyue was decades ago. I can't not see any traces of it now, right?
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"Mr. Wei?" Zhou Xingtong smiled, "Is this Mr. Wei the one you are learning boxing with now?"
"Yes, Mr. Wei's involvement in martial arts is so extensive and complicated that it is difficult for his disciples to describe it." Zhong Ling mentioned Wei He, with a hint of reverence clearly showing on his face.
He had truly never seen anyone with such a deep and comprehensive mastery of martial arts.
Such a person can be called a master.
Zhou Xingtong didn't ask any more questions, just sighed and turned his head.
"Hey, old Taoist, do you have anything you are good at that you can teach my apprentice?"
He looked at the old man knitting a sweater beside him.
"Yes, the cyclone method, the Xuanling Nine Stages Technique, the Flying Body Technique, and the Heavenly Seal Nine Cuts. Which one do you want?" The old Taoist stopped his movements and responded casually.
"Nine Cuts of Heavenly Seal?" Zhong Ling was stunned. He seemed to have heard of this technique somewhere.
"What?" Zhou Xingtong looked at the stunned apprentice.
"It's a coincidence that this disciple has heard of the name Tianyin Jiufa just now at Mr. Wei's side." Zhong Ling said hesitantly.
"Oh?" The old Taoist put down his sweater immediately and became interested. "This set of true skills may not be a big deal now, but a few decades ago, not everyone could learn it. It seems that your new master should
He is also a master who learned from Tianyinmen back then."
"Tianyinmen" Zhou Xingtong seemed to be lost in memories.
"Yes, Master Wei He also said that the original Tianyin Nine Strikes laid a good foundation for him. So it is most appropriate to use this set of simplified exercises to lay a foundation for me." Zhong Ling replied easily.
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"That's natural, the true power of Tianyin Sect, etc. Who were you talking about just now?" Zhou Xingtong suddenly paused and straightened up from his chair as if he was electrocuted.
Not only him, but the old Taoist beside him also looked serious.
"Master Wei Hewei?" Zhong Ling asked doubtfully, a little uneasy, not knowing what was going on.
"Wei He!?" Zhou Xingtong felt as if his head was about to explode.
"The sect leader of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect of the Tianyin Sect? That Wei He who is the brutal commander of the Dayue Jusha Army, who appears to be the Prince Consort of the Dayue, but is actually the sect leader of the Xuanmiao Sect?"
"" Zhong Ling looked confused.
Master, what are you talking about? These titles that sound so awesome are really that Master Wei He?
"How could he not be dead?" The old man beside him murmured and stood up.
"Yes, you must know that he was the most powerful true blood genius of that era." Zhou Xingtong closed his eyes and tried his best to calm the shock in his heart.
He now very much doubted that the other party either had the same name or had a disguised identity.
It seems that we need to confirm it in person!
If he is really that person, he is a ruthless and ruthless hero.