Great Dao Ji

"What a damn weather"

Outside Nanliang City, several soldiers were shivering in the wind and snow.

"Wangtou, come here, drink the hot soup and warm yourself up."

A vendor near the city gate came over with hot soup and handed it to a few soldiers.

"call!"

After taking a sip of hot soup, several soldiers breathed a sigh of relief: "In this damn weather, no matter how thick your clothes are, the wind and snow will penetrate into your bones. It's terrible."

The head of the garrison soldier was a middle-aged man in his forties. He rubbed his red face.

Just as he was about to say something, he saw snow flying in the distance and a man riding a horse.

"Is there anyone out there in this damn weather?"

Several soldiers murmured, put down their soup bowls, and started to block the way as usual.

"Don't move!"

Only the king's head, after looking at it for a long time, his expression changed when the horse came closer:

"Get out of the way!"

call!

Amidst the splashing snow, a man and a horse passed by, and the strong wind blew several soldiers to the ground.

The visitor did not stop, but went straight through the city gate and rode past the long street. A few pedestrians and traders fell to the ground, making a fuss.

"stop!"

The soldiers got up angrily and wanted to curse, but Wang Tou stopped them.

"Shut up, you want to die!"

The king's head scolded, looked at the retreating figure, shook his head and said:

"That's Zhao Qiandu, the boss of the Zhao family. It's said that he studied martial arts in Twelve Links Wu in his early years. Now that he's back, he's probably going to attend the funeral for his father. How dare you stop him?"

"Zhao Qiandu? Mr. Zhao's eldest son?"

The expressions of several other soldiers also changed.

The Zhao family is the head of the gentry in Nanliang City. They are rich and powerful, and they are not something Qiu Ba can afford to offend.

"Mr. Zhao has been dead for three months, and he just came back now, right?"

Some soldiers were also a little confused.

"The Twelve Links Station is a major sect in the North. It is probably not tens of thousands of miles away from us. He can get the message and rush back very quickly now."

The king shook his head and picked up the hot soup bowl again:

“However, this has nothing to do with us.

In our industry, as long as your eyesight is good enough, even young heroes and heroes will not be as knowledgeable as us. You have to learn from me in this regard. "

"That's that."

"Drive! Drive!"

Zhao Qiandu's face was as dark as water, and he galloped past on horseback, his heart burning with anger.

After receiving the news of his father's death, he asked to leave Twelve Links Dock, killing countless fast horses along the way, and hurried back as quickly as possible.

Although he has not returned to Nanliang City for ten years, all the silver and medicinal supplies he had in Twelve Links Wu came from Nanliang City, which can be said to be his foundation.

There is absolutely no room for error.

"唏伦~"

Seeing the Zhao family's mansion from a distance, Zhao Qiandu shook his shoulders, stepped on the horse's back, and jumped up, landing in front of the Zhao family's door.

"who?"

"Da, eldest son! You are back!"

"It's the eldest son, the eldest son is back!"

The servant at the door exclaimed.

"Where is my father's body?"

Zhao Qiandu didn't speak for a long time, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"Don't worry, Eldest Young Master, the master's body is placed in the ice coffin without any damage."

A servant said.

"Has anyone from Six Doors been here before?"

Zhao Qiandu flicked his sleeves and robe and walked into the village.

Several servants followed behind and replied in a low voice:

"Two months ago, Capt. Tieshan came to check on the master's body."

"Tieshan? Which level of headhunting?"

Zhao Qiandu's face was cold.

"Fifth grade head catcher."

"Fifth grade?"

Zhao Qiandu paused and turned around: "It's not clear in the letter. What exactly happened in Nanliang County? A fifth-level arrest among the six gates is not low."

"Several famous masters in Nanliang County have been killed. It's not just Nanliang County, there are also murders in several nearby counties."

The old housekeeper who came in a hurry replied:

"Except for Taoist Master Wang Quan, several masters in Nanliang County who crossed the threshold of inner refining were killed."

"Um?"

Zhao Qiandu raised his eyebrows slightly and his eyes flickered: "He is the only one who survived?"

The old housekeeper nodded:

"Yes, but Capt. Tieshan went to investigate. He also suffered severe internal injuries and will not die soon."

"Where is he?"

"South of the city, Anyi Lane."

Phew~

Before the old housekeeper finished speaking, Zhao Qiandu had already turned around and stepped out, disappearing into the long street together.

"Master, where are you going?"

South of Nanliang City, Anyi Lane.

Hey!

ha!

In the small courtyard, amid the thick snow, two little guys were fisting each other in a serious manner.

At the door of the room, An Qisheng was sitting on a lounge chair, stroking his white beard with one hand and holding a cup of hot tea with the other.

"You have to be strong and relaxed."

An Qisheng spoke softly and pointed.

After two months of teaching, An Qisheng had to admit that the qualifications of his two apprentices were very average. They couldn't be said to be bad, but they were far from good.

His improved boy's skill was a bit complicated, so that for two months, the two little guys had not developed their internal strength.

However, generally speaking, it usually takes between a month and a year for a warrior to develop internal strength, so there is no need to be too anxious.

Geniuses usually last from one day to half a month.

For him to feel angry the first time he practiced, there was no such thing in Wang Quan's memory.

"snort!"

"ha!"

The two little guys raised their fists and kicked their legs in the snow, with serious expressions.

The thick snow had long been flattened, and An Qisheng poured cold water on it again. The ground was very slippery, and if the bottom plate was unstable, he would fall.

After looking at it for a while, An Qisheng closed his eyes slightly.

Hululu~

As soon as he closed his eyes, a sound that only he could hear, like a cat and a tiger snoring, sounded in his ears.

This is the sound of tiger and leopard thunder.

Above Xuanxing, the internal martial arts have already evolved to a very high level. This level is not an increase in destructive power.

It's just an explanation of some terms and tips.

For example, An Qisheng is currently running Hubao Leiyin.

Tiger and Leopard Thunder is essentially a high-frequency vibration of the muscles under subjective control, which penetrates the energy into the internal organs and bones.

Thereby achieving the function of refining the internal organs and refining the marrow.

The sound in his ears was not the sound of bones rubbing together, but the vibration of the tympanic membrane in his ears caused by the upward and downward force passing through the three joints of the spine.

This sound can only be heard by those who have mastered Hubao Leiyin.

There is no special method for refining bone marrow and internal organs in Jiufujie. Maybe it is not needed, or maybe he has not been exposed to it.

However, after An Qisheng tried it, he found that after possessing internal power, the effectiveness of Tiger Leopard Thunder Sound was greatly increased.

Under the vibration of the muscles and bones, the internal force cleans the internal organs and bone marrow at a faster speed.

During this period of time, in addition to daily internal energy exercises, he has been washing his internal organs and bone marrow with the sound of tiger and leopard thunder.

Moreover, washing the internal marrow with Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound can eliminate the remaining elixirs and allow more elixirs to be swallowed.

Therefore, after two months, while my body gradually became stronger, my physical strength and internal strength also became deeper and deeper.

"Huh?"

At a certain moment, An Qisheng's heart moved and he opened his eyes:

"That's it for today, you go back to your room first."

"oh!"

The two little guys collected their clothes in a decent manner and went back to the house obediently.

Bang!

Only a moment after the two children left, the door of the courtyard was suddenly knocked open.

The two solid wooden doors flew up in a spin, making a shrill neighing sound, like cannonballs hitting An Qisheng who was sitting at the door!

"People from Snake King Mountain? Came to our door in broad daylight?"

An Qisheng's eyes narrowed slightly.

He didn't move, and still had time to put down the tea cup in his hand. Then he stretched his arms, stirred up air currents, and grabbed the two wooden doors that were flying towards him.

The huge force reached the body, but disappeared without a trace like a mud cow entering the sea, without causing any ripples.

Bang!

And almost at the same time as the door flew out, a figure was whistling in the snowy airflow, and rushed toward him!

Clang!

While the sound of gold and iron was ringing, the person touched the waist, and a sharp and fierce sword light was already slashed out from a distance like a sword!

The air flow roared past, snow flew up all over the sky, and the fierce sword light tore through the air flow like lightning, reaching across several feet!

The person who came here seized the opportunity and struck with a ruthlessness that far exceeded those of the bandits before!

The intimidating effect of one slash was ten times more powerful than those seven people striking out at the same time!

"This knife is somewhat interesting."

An Qisheng moved and stood up straight. The muscles on his arms rose angrily, and the two solid wood doors he held in his hands set off a roaring wind.

Slap hard at the person coming!

boom!

As the air flow surged, the snow-white sword's light instantly disappeared into the sky full of sawdust.

Zhao Qiandu shook his body and took two steps back. The long knife dropped down and his expression was solemn:

"Severely injured? The six doors are indeed trash. Is this also called seriously injured?"

He was a little surprised.

Not only was the old Taoist priest uninjured, he seemed to be much stronger than he was more than ten years ago. This time, he suffered a slight loss from the collision.

"I'm good with swordsmanship, but not with humans."

An Qisheng dropped half of the wooden door in his hand and glanced at the visitor:

"Who are you?"

"Twelve Links of Chains, Zhao Qiandu."

Zhao Qiandu looked solemn, and the long sword hanging down was buzzing, as if he was ready to attack at any time:

"You are obviously seriously injured, but secretly you are intact. What does that mean?"

"Injuries must be healed after all."

An Qisheng responded coldly.

Although he recognized that the person was not from Snake King Mountain, he was very ruthless and attacked without asking the reason, which made him unhappy.

"As far as I know, you don't have a good reputation in Nanliang County and several nearby counties, and your martial arts skills don't seem to be very good."

Zhao Qiandu kept his eyes on An Qisheng, his expression extremely gloomy:

"So, why are you the only one among many masters, including my father, to survive and improve your skills? And why did you pretend to be seriously injured to deceive the six-door arrester?

What are you trying to hide? or"

Speaking of this, Zhao Qiandu took a step forward and shouted like thunder:

"Are you the murderer?!"

""

An Qisheng was shocked and silent for a moment by his strange thinking, and his eyes became cold:

"For the sake of your recently deceased father, pay for my door, then get out, and I won't care about you."

Zhao Qiandu's face darkened, and he could no longer hold back the murderous intention in his heart. The long sword that was lowered made a buzzing sound, and a cold sword light burst out:

"Old guy, you're looking for death!"