Along with the sound of firecrackers, Qingzhou City became more and more lively. Every household posted couplets and door gods to welcome the arrival of the new year.
During this season, even those who are in financial difficulty at home will often grit their teeth and buy some New Year goods, spend a few steps and buy new clothes for their children.
Qingzhou City is peaceful.
There was a state of depression in the Liu family.
In the empty martial arts training field, everyone from the clan elders to the servants and maids gathered here. Some were wearing sackcloth and wearing mourning, some were whimpering in low voices, and some were wailing loudly.
"My son..."
Liu Changfeng, who was already in his sixties, gently touched his broken body covered with white cloth and burst into tears.
All around, Liu Wenlong's wife Xiaowu was kneeling down in a large area, crying. Several concubines were crying so hard that they were out of breath and almost fainted.
Slowly covering his son's face that still showed fear and unwillingness, Liu Changfeng turned around numbly and looked at the clan members and elders with sorrow and coldness:
"My son is dead!"
The huge martial arts training ground was silent, and no one dared to express their anger.
Everyone in the Liu family knows that Liu Wenlong is the clan leader's most trusted son, and he is the determined next clan leader.
Seeing Liu Wenlong's tragic death, everyone present could feel the rage hidden under Liu Wenfeng's dull expression.
"Master Tang!"
An old man with white beard and hair came forward with a sad expression, and spoke solemnly to the only group of outsiders in the martial arts training ground:
"Who was Wen Long killed by?"
Whoosh!
Everyone in the Liu family clan looked towards the stage.
On the clay-covered martial arts training ground, a team of six-door catchers stood solemnly. Standing in front of their heads was a middle-aged man of average build and unimpressive appearance, resembling an old farmer.
"My condolences."
Under the gaze of everyone, Tang Bailie sighed slightly:
"Everyone feels the same, Mr. Tang, as well as all the colleagues from the Six Gates! Also killed along with Mr. Liu were a silver-badged head catcher and two bronze-badged head catchers from my Six Gates..."
"Master Tang!"
Liu Changfeng interrupted him with a cold tone:
"I just want to know who killed my son!"
"Tang came here today and also had this doubt."
Tang Bailie took a few steps forward, looked at the Liu family members, and said calmly:
"In the middle of winter, the weather was extremely cold. Although more than half a month had passed, the injuries of several victims were clearly visible, and they conducted autopsies.
Mr. Liu of your mansion and all the arrestees in my sect were all killed by the Four Elephant Arrows!"
Four elephant arrows?!
Tang Bailie's internal energy was extremely strong, and his voice echoed and could be heard clearly from a hundred feet away.
"Four elephant arrows?! Impossible!"
There was an uproar in the martial arts training ground.
Regardless of the collateral or direct lineage, ordinary clan members and clan elders cannot believe it.
The Four Elephants Arrow is a secret inheritance of the Liu family. Although both collateral and direct descendants of the clan can practice it, not many actually get into it, and even fewer enter the hall.
The number of people like Liu Wenlong who have practiced to the point of perfection is less than ten fingers.
Who can kill Liu Wenlong with four elephant arrows?
"This is impossible!"
A clan elder couldn't help but stepped forward to check the wound, but Liu Changfeng coldly stepped back.
This seventy-year-old old man, whose originally gray hair was all white, looked around with cold eyes like a furious lion. Everyone in his sight fell silent.
"There are many archery skills in the world, and there are quite a few that are similar to the Four-Elephant Arrow. Who knows whether it is true or not?"
Liu Changfeng stared at Tang Bailie:
"Master Tang, you are wrong."
"maybe……"
Tang Bailie did not evade or dodge, and looked at each other for a long time before raising his hand and turning around to leave:
"This beast is ferocious. If there are any traces of it, I need your help in tracking it down!"
"Six doors..."
Liu Changfeng clenched his fingers and closed his eyes in pain. He did not believe that he would not know who the murderer was with the six-door method.
Can……
"Clan leader."
An old man from the tribe said with grief and anger on his face: "The six gates clearly went too far to deceive others! Wenlong died for them, and he didn't even give an explanation!"
"My son's death will not be in vain..."
Liu Changfeng lowered his eyes indifferently:
"No matter who it is, no matter who it is..."
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"This old guy actually dares to intimidate you! How audacious!"
When they came out of the Liu Mansion, the faces of several police officers showed great displeasure.
"Being old and losing a son, being rude is nothing. And what he said is true. There are many archery skills in the world, and the murderer may not have used the Four Elephants Arrow..."
Tang Bailie waved his hand to stop the crowd from cheering:
"You can go back to the six gates later!"
The policemen wanted to say something else, but Tang Bailie left in a hurry. His footsteps were extremely fast and he quickly passed through several alleys.
Soon, I came to a courtyard full of rockeries, glanced at it casually, and bowed slightly:
"Sir, Liu Changfeng is filled with grief and anger, and he may not give up easily."
"It's nothing more than incompetent rage. Unless he can clearly understand the principle of 'the seasons change and God's will is impermanent' and realize the four arrows of God's will, there won't even be the slightest threat."
In the rockery, a voice so calm that there was no emotion at all sounded:
"This old guy is suspicious by nature. It's useless for you to tell him. You can only let him find out by himself 'accidentally' before he becomes convinced."
"Your Excellency, it seems that you are very concerned about the so-called Four Symbols of Heaven's Will. An excellent archery skill is indeed precious, but to you, Your Excellency, it should be nothing."
Tang Bailie was curious.
Excellent martial arts are extremely rare, and archery is especially rare, but that is only for ordinary people, so what does it mean to this person?
"There are only useless people in this world, and there are no useless martial arts. Any superior martial arts, once it can be practiced to the state of returning to nature, will be beyond imagination."
In the rockery, the sound has no fluctuation:
"All kinds of martial arts come from the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism. You don't understand the importance of the word providence in these two schools, right?"
"That's true."
Tang Bailie nodded as if he didn't understand, and said:
"That boy is really evil. It's just the Qin brothers. Granny Shi actually fell into his hands, but it's really hard for my subordinates to believe."
He didn't like Mrs. Shi.
But after all, this old woman was a master who had undergone nine blood changes and practiced excellent martial arts. It was not surprising that she fell into the hands of a young man who was born in a small border town and was no more than seventeen or eighteen years old.
It made him something he couldn't take lightly.
"The practice of martial arts must be done step by step, but there are some things that cannot be measured by common sense."
In the rockery, the sound fluctuated.
"Sir, are you talking about Dao Fruit?"
Tang Bailie's heart moved.
With his position, he is naturally able to come into contact with some things that ordinary people cannot understand.
For example, Daoguo.
The existence of Tao Fruit is not a secret to many people.
In fact, a lot of Taoist fruits have been born in the past four hundred years, but behind any bloody events, the shadows of these things are often indispensable.
"A young man from the borderlands has reached this point in just two years. This can no longer be justified by saying he is gifted."
In the rockery, the sound is faint:
"I can't do it, and no one in this world can."
Tang Bailie believed his words deeply and felt something strange in his heart: "Then why don't you?"
"A seed can only be picked when it becomes a fruit..."
In the rockery, the voice gradually calmed down:
"Sowing in spring and harvesting in autumn is the way of heaven and earth..."
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The days after the granary fire seemed to have calmed down.
The state government was operating at a high speed, and the four families and even the gentry in the city generously donated money. In just seven or eight days, a new granary was built.
When the weather is a little less cold, construction begins in full swing outside the city.
Under the guidance of some craftsmen sent by the state government, the area a few miles outside the moat was busy.
With food, promises, and a place to live for themselves, the tens of thousands of refugees outside the city who had endured all kinds of hardships exploded with power that made the residents of Qingzhou look at them.
After seven or eight days of hard work, it actually had some outlines.
"At this rate, it won't take long for these refugees to settle down temporarily..."
Looking at the construction in full swing, Yang Yu sighed slightly.
The establishment of a city is naturally not that simple, but the requirements of this group of refugees are not high. They are satisfied as long as they have a roof to cover their heads.
"This Mr. Xu is well-deserved after all. With the efforts of the squires, the construction period is much faster than that of the state government."
The abstaining monk also sighed a little.
How complicated and difficult is the settlement and livelihood of tens of thousands of people?
But it only took more than ten days, and he already had a rough idea. This execution ability made him a little amazed.
"It will take several years before it is really completed."
Yang Yu withdrew his gaze: "You, on the other hand, really plan to stay here?"
"The young monk originally wanted to be a wandering monk. Going back to the mountains to meditate is practice, and treating illnesses and saving people here is also practice."
Caution, put your hands together.
In a place where tens of thousands of refugees gather, it is inevitable that all kinds of diseases will breed. These days, he mostly treats the refugees' injuries and illnesses outside the city.
"In this case, let's meet again later!"
Yang Yu took the horse and said goodbye to him.
"Donor Yang also said before that it is not appropriate to go out now, why did he change his mind so quickly?"
Jiese is a little curious.
"The current Qingzhou City..."
Yang Prison shook his head.
Qingzhou City has become a pool of muddy water. Even if Huang Sixiang does not accept the mission, he will not stay long.
He joined Jinyiwei, Six Gates, and came to Qingzhou not to live in the officialdom.
But he didn't say much, waved his hand and got into the carriage.
"Sit tight!"
Xiao Wu, who had changed into a new set of clothes, swung his long whip excitedly, and the fat and strong yellow gelding he had raised neighed and flew away.
In the carriage, Yang Yu took stock of the things he brought with him when he went out.
A sword, a knife, a bow, twenty kilograms of silver beans, ninety kilograms of gold beans, a change of clothes, dry food, etc. I also brought a lot.
The small carriages are quite full.
"Which ingredient will be refined next?"
After swallowing a few golden beans casually, Yang Yu was thinking in his heart.
Ten days have passed since he returned to the city. The golden beans are naturally much stronger than the iron broad beans. It has only been ten days, and the energy of the Cauldron of Gluttony is already full.
Yang Yu closed his eyes slightly, and the food in front of him was flowing erratically:
"Adamantine armor, one kill in ten steps, a mysterious whale swallowing the sea, a ghostly shadow capturing you, or traveling around the six voids?"