Great Dao Ji

From extreme stillness to extreme movement, it only takes a moment.

Bang Bang Bang~~~

An Qisheng's nine tendons were stretched to the limit, making a sound like a strong bow firing in vain!

Taoist Wang Quan was out of energy, his internal strength was disintegrating, and his body was out of strength, but his tendons were much stronger than those of ordinary people!

Even in Xuanxing, there are some martial artists of the older generation who can burst out with great force even if they are old and weak, skinny and skinny, because their tendons have been trained to be extremely strong!

When An Qisheng exerted his strength, his nine tendons were stretched to the limit, and he sent out the strongest and fiercest side-body punch of Tai Chi. If he couldn't kill a small bandit, he would have practiced boxing for so many years in vain!

"Old thing!"

The other bandits were startled, and then they were furious.

Clang clang clang~

The next moment, the cold knife light cut through the air.

The six bandits burst out at once, and the cold knife light seemed to ooze blood under the red moon.

Swish~

The clothes on An Qisheng's chest and back were cut by the blade at the same time, revealing his tight skin.

He was as clear as a mirror, dodging the blade by a hair's breadth while exerting force on his feet.

Bang!

The blood was surging!

Under his torn Taoist robe, his muscles suddenly stood up!

As he whipped his arm, his steel whip-like arm suddenly burst out with terrifying power, passing through the gap between the blades and hitting a man's neck!

Crack!

A sweep of his arm, a sure kill!

"Old bastard!"

Su Ergang roared and was about to attack, when he saw the old Taoist whip his arm like a whip and a knife, breaking the man's neck abruptly!

The head flew up, as high as the spurting blood!

Whoosh!

The arm was pulled out, and An Qisheng's men were merciless, exerting force on their feet to move, wandering between the blades.

Fists and palms flew down, and the remaining five bandits all flew backwards, either with ruptured internal organs or broken bones.

Fists are killer moves, and they will kill if used.

Snap~

With a twist of his wrist, An Qisheng turned around.

Under his scattered white hair, his eyes were cold and flickering like ghost fire:

"I spared you last time, but you come to die again today?"

"You"

Looking at the dry ghost-like old face, Su Er's murderous intent seemed to be extinguished by cold water, and his arm holding the dagger was shaking a little.

In the blink of an eye, the seven brothers he brought with him had all died miserably.

He couldn't help but tremble in his heart, is this old ghost not injured at all?

"I, I"

Su Er's throat itched, and his voice was hoarse:

"Senior, please forgive me this time"

An Qisheng turned his eyes, with ripples:

"Speaking of which, I am very curious, who told you that I was seriously injured?"

He was very curious, it seemed that this group of bandits seemed to believe that he was seriously injured.

"Senior, if I tell you, will you let me go this time?"

Su Er swallowed his saliva, feeling lucky.

An Qisheng smiled slightly:

"You should know that I am not a bloodthirsty person, otherwise I would not have let you go last time."

Looking at the seven bodies that were still steaming, Su Er felt a chill in his heart and was uneasy:

"Senior, do you keep your word?"

An Qisheng waved his hand:

"Speak!"

"It was Doctor Zhen. He deliberately deceived your two disciples and swindled the money of your Taoist temple. He was afraid that you were not dead completely, and the two little Dongs would cause trouble for him in the future.

He knew that you had a grudge against our Snake King Mountain, so he told us."

Su Er gritted his teeth and explained the matter.

"Zhen Rencha?"

An Qisheng's eyes condensed.

This man was a good friend of the old Taoist. After learning that he was seriously injured, he served him. According to the two little guys, he went into the mountains to find medicine for the old Taoist and has not returned yet.

Unexpectedly, he actually

"Senior, can I leave?"

Su Er held the dagger tightly, his mind tense.

An Qisheng glanced at him and said nothing.

He just shook his head in his heart. It was strange that such a person could become a bandit.

But think about it. What kind of quality is needed if he has become a bandit.

"Let's go."

An Qisheng glanced at him indifferently, turned around, picked up the two corpses, and threw them to Su Er:

"Take your brothers with you."

"Are you really letting me go?"

Su Er subconsciously caught the corpses, a little unbelievable.

He came to kill him twice, and this old bastard was so generous?

An Qisheng said nothing, looked at him with a smile,

and picked up two more corpses to throw to Su Er.

"Senior, I'll take two more times!"

Su Er's face changed and he shouted hurriedly.

These corpses are not light. Two of them are already 300 kilograms. If there are two more, he can carry them, but he doesn't have to think about walking.

Huh!

An Qisheng ignored him, shook his hand, and threw the two corpses to Su Er again.

Bang!

The corpse came towards him, Su Er took it, and felt a strange force on the corpse, rushing into his lungs.

"You!"

Su Er's face changed, and he was about to drop the corpse.

An Qisheng had already followed, and the moment the corpse fell, he pointed out and hit Su Er's forehead.

Bang!

The force mixed with internal force was spit out.

Su Er only felt a pain in his forehead, and before he could say more, he had fallen into complete darkness with endless regret.

Plop~

Five corpses fell to the ground at once, and the ground was soaked with blood.

"I didn't kill you last time"

Looking down at the fallen corpse, An Qisheng looked calm:

"It's because I can't kill you."

Having lived in two lifetimes, An Qisheng knew very well that facing someone who wanted to kill you, no words or words were powerless, and the only option was to fight back.

Killing them cleanly is the best way.

If he hadn't been unable to do anything at this time, he would have gone to Snake King Mountain all night long to eradicate the weeds.

Huhu~~~

The night wind blew by, and the smell of blood spread with the wind.

An Qisheng leaned down and looked at the eight corpses one by one.

It has to be said that this group of gangsters solved his urgent need. They actually found more than 20 taels of silver on the eight people. Counting the seven long knives and one dagger, it was a hundred taels a day.

"No wonder those young heroes like to eliminate violence and keep good people safe. It's such a good job. They gain both fame and fortune."

An Qisheng sighed and returned to the house with the money.

Naturally, there is no need to clean up the corpse. If a case is reported tomorrow, someone will naturally clean it up.

The gangsters in Snake King Mountain and even the entire Huayan Mountains are all rewarded with silver rewards. It has always been the basic custom of the young heroes to eat the bandits and eat the government.

Although he is a bit older, based on his mental age, it is not an exaggeration to call him a young hero.

Early the next morning, the officials from the Yamen had already arrived at the small courtyard where An Qisheng lived, led by Jiang Tingting and Zhang Haohao.

"One arm cut off the head, shattered the sternum and pierced the internal organs."

Several detectives checked the body and felt a little cold in their hearts.

This smiling old Taoist priest was really ruthless, and each of these bandits died more miserably than the last.

One of them had his intestines pulled out, so don't be too miserable.

"No problem?"

Several police officers were in a daze, and An Qisheng smiled slightly.

"Ah, no, no problem."

Several government officials came to their senses and waved their hands quickly:

"The Taoist priest killed all the gangsters from Snake King Mountain. The leader among them is considered a small leader. He will be rewarded with one tael of silver. The remaining seven will total one tael. When we report to the Lord, we will give the reward to you."

Several detectives forced a smile, collected the bodies, and hurriedly retreated.

Many of the surrounding neighbors saw the corpses with extremely miserable looks, and their faces were as pale as dirt, and they were shocked.

So much so that when Jiang Tingting went to the wet market to buy vegetables, she didn't even have to negotiate the price.

The deterrence of killing is evident.

An Qisheng did not take a medicated bath until the handymen cleaned up the yard.

He pulled a piece of cloth to wrap these long knives, took Jiang Tingting and Zhang Haohao out of the house and walked into the busiest street in Nanliang County.

"Candied haws."

The two little guys were holding a bunch of candied haws, which were delicious to eat.

An Qisheng walked straight to a weapons shop.

This weapons shop occupies a large area, with various weapons placed outside, and the faint sound of hammering iron can be heard inside.

"Shopkeeper, take care of these weapons."

An Qisheng placed the bundle on the counter.

The shopkeeper is a middle-aged man with dark skin and looks honest and honest.

He opened the bag and took a look, shook his head and said:

"Taoist Master, the workmanship of these knives of yours is average. You can only buy them for seven or eight taels each at most. It would be troublesome for me to take them back and return them to the furnace. In this way, I will take seven knives for twenty-three taels of silver."

"Twenty-three taels? Not bad."

An Qisheng nodded.

It is normal for businessmen to lower prices, but he knew that the shopkeeper was not lying, because the weapons he placed outside were obviously much better looking than these few.

The marked price rarely exceeds twenty taels of silver, and is mostly around ten taels.

Don't think this is cheap.

There are differences in prices between Dafeng and other countries, but the currency in use is the same. They are all gold, silver, and copper coins.

Among them, one tael of gold is equal to twenty taels of silver, and one tael of silver is equal to more than one thousand copper coins.

And a copper coin, based on pure purchasing power, is already worth three or four yuan to Xuanxing. Twenty taels of silver is equivalent to Xuanxing's eighty thousand to one hundred thousand Xuanxing coins.

It can be seen from this that he is poor in literature and rich in military affairs.

Without money, you can't even afford the humblest knife.

Not to mention medicinal materials.

Taking a medicinal bath for half a month cost more than 30 taels of silver, which is equivalent to 200,000 Daxuan coins. Can ordinary people afford to take a bath for 20,000 yuan a day?

And this is still the case when Dafeng is relatively rich in products.

If it were another dynasty, the price would be even higher.

"Shopkeeper, what do you think of this dagger?"

Weighing the money in his hand, An Qisheng took out Su Er's dagger.

This dagger is about nine inches long and is of the same color. Its surface is so smooth that you can almost see it. Compared with those other knives, it looks much better.

"This dagger is quite sophisticated."

The shopkeeper’s eyes lit up:

"Looking at its shape, the person who cast it is very skilled. Its shape is similar to the legendary Blue Blood Moon Blade, one of the eight ancient celestial weapons.

If the Taoist takes action, I can offer you fifty taels of silver! "

"oh?"

An Qisheng's eyes moved.

This Su Er is too fat. The previous twenty taels of silver plus the jade pendant, including the dagger, amounted to a hundred taels of silver.

How could an ordinary bandit be so rich?

Even for a mini-boss, it's a bit too exaggerated.

Those who came with him are not worth a fraction of what he has.

But then, he suppressed his thoughts and asked instead:

"What are the heavenly weapons that the shopkeeper mentioned?"

"The Taoist priest actually doesn't know about the divine weapons?"

The shopkeeper was also stunned, and then replied:

"The divine weapons of heaven and man, as the name suggests, are weapons that can only be used by heaven and man. The eight divine weapons of heaven and man are the weapons created by the eight most brilliant and brilliant great masters of heaven and man in the world over tens of thousands of years, and also symbolize their inheritance.

It is said that those who obtain the divine weapons of heaven and man have the hope of being promoted to the realm of heaven and man above the first grade in the legend."

"The realm of heaven and man"

An Qisheng stroked his white beard and thought about it.

In the memory of Taoist Wang Quan, he had seen this word more than once. Heaven and man seemed to be the goal that all warriors in the world pursued throughout their lives.

The legendary heaven and man had broken the limit of their lifespans and ascended to the sky by breaking the gate of heaven.

The inheritance of weapons they left behind.

How much Taoist power should it have?

An Qisheng was a little eager to make a move, and asked:

"Where are all those divine weapons?"

The shopkeeper shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry:

"Old Taoist priest, forget it! Divine weapons can only be obtained by a genius, and at your age, I'm afraid there is no hope!"

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