In the Great World of Martial Arts, You Use the Tao of Talisman To Rule the Ages?

In Xicheng, the heavy rain gradually stopped.

"Give way, don't be stuck here, go home quickly..."

The officials worked hard to disperse the people surrounding the restaurant.

There were not only ordinary people watching the excitement, but also carriages of many rich and powerful people.

This long street is a place where the powerful usually spend their time and have fun. If such a big event happens, these people will naturally not be absent.

The lights flickered and the crowds roared.

As a collateral member of the He family, He Shui looked at the two corpses that were carried out. The tragic and twisted forms of death and the despair on the ferocious faces made him feel cold all over for a moment.

"Butler Ning..." He subconsciously called to his side, and then he realized that Butler Ning was missing.

There was a sudden noise in the distance, and it seemed that many people were coming.

He Shui turned around and saw many familiar faces, all of whom were relatives of the He family...

Extremely lively.

Beyond the crowd, through the window of the carriage.

Huo Zhengqing twirled a white beard and looked at the family drama outside with a smile on his lips.

"Uncle!"

Niece Huo Songlan boarded the carriage, wearing a cool look and an aura that was very different from that of an ordinary woman.

There was a coachman behind her who brought more news:

"Master Qing, He Yongshan and his son are indeed dead. They died a quarter of an hour before we went to the banquet."

"Haha," Huo Zhengqing looked away, "I heard from the people outside that he was beaten to death in public in a restaurant?"

"It's almost the same. These two people were punched to death in the elegant room."

"What happened today is truly beyond my expectation!"

Huo Zhengqing shook his head, smiled, and looked at his niece beside him.

Huo Songlan's face was cold:

"It was such an inopportune time to die. I traveled back and forth for more than a thousand miles, and nearly half a year's work was all in vain."

"Songlan, there is a high probability that things in this world will not go as planned, so there is no need to worry about it."

"The person who killed He Yongshan and his son seems to be a famous person in the city... I just heard a lot of fragmentary anecdotes. Some said that the man had beaten other people to death in public a long time ago, and some said that the murderer was originally just a snake catcher?"

Huo Zhengqing laughed, comforted his niece, and asked the driver again.

The other party stood outside the car door and told what he had just learned: "Yes, the murderer's name is Chen Lin. He was just a snake catcher earlier, and then he had an adventure..."

The coachman told the story in detail, from the time Shanshi was bullied by the Flying Bear Boxing Gym, to the well-known Chen Lin who took action to break up the boxing gym, and then killed Zhang Taisheng on the boat, all the way to the recent sudden death of He Yongshan and his son.

He was not affected by the rumors at all. He looked around and asked the people in Beicheng.

The two people in the carriage listened attentively, with emotions in their eyes.

Suddenly, the driver's voice stopped.

The corners of Huo Songlan's eyes wrinkled slightly:

"The martial arts master was beaten to death on He's boat?"

"I'm afraid that this matter might have something to do with us?"

She looked at her uncle, her cold eyes slightly opened, showing some confusion.

Huo Zhengqing scratched his white beard, feeling a little embarrassed: "Maybe that's true."

He also didn't expect that just listening to a trivial matter could be related to his family.

"Although this young man entered Taoism by chance, he is an upright man and has a strong spirit. He should be a talent that can be made..."

"That's right, it might scare some people."

The sound of horses neighing all around was endless. Seeing that the dust had settled, the carriages of the dignitaries quickly left the restaurant. When they exited the long street, they were completely merged into the darkness, and they didn't know where they were going.

Huo Zhengqing looked at it quietly and suddenly smiled.

…

…

Xicheng, Zhang Mansion.

After listening to the butler's report, Zhang Shichang's hands trembled.

"Were He Yongshan and his son really beaten to death on the spot by Chen Lin?"

"Yes, sir! The whole restaurant was watching!"

"Earlier, that man dared to kill people in public, and even stained the front door of our house with blood. Now he has gone even further! He even dared to kill ordinary people!"

Zhang Shichang clenched his fists to hide the fear in his heart.

The butler beside him said:

"Master, we can't let the magistrate let him go this time... Moreover, I heard that Chen Lin used to pledge money at a rice noodle shop in Beicheng to pay for rice money for those mud-legged people, and he was seeking fame there! "

"Huhu——" Zhang Shichang tried to calm down his breathing, "I will edit a book now, and you can send it to me overnight. I can't tolerate these lawless people anymore!"

Similar situations continue to appear in the West City and Inner City.

When the housekeeper of the Zhang Mansion got on the carriage and headed towards the inner city government office, other wealthy households in the surrounding area also opened their doors, drove out of the carriage, or ran out with several slaves holding gift boxes in their hands.

Inside were white souvenirs from Xicheng, as well as envelopes from the heads of the family.

…

inner city.

The wind stopped and the rain stopped, and the water vapor passed through the window screen, bringing in the slightest coolness.

Wow.

The thin paper was placed on the table.

There are countless bloody fingerprints printed on the paper, so densely packed that just by looking at them, you can seem to hear unstoppable weeping and wailing...

The county magistrate Ren Chengjin Dingding sat in front of the statue of life and death.

He didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

There was also his confidant beside him, who also looked resentful. He looked at the high wall outside the door and quickly closed the doors and windows.

"Sir, that Madman Zhao has never understood etiquette and is famous for his madness. With Chen Lin's support this time, I'm afraid it won't be easy for him to force himself."

"I know."

Ren Chengjin's tone was calm, but his heart was in turmoil.

The imperial court did not have no restrictions on martial arts masters.

There is a martial arts supervisor in Tianjing, which is controlled by the Holy Master himself. There are many masters in it, and the subordinates are stationed in various places to guard the four directions.

Although there is no branch in charge of military supervision in Kanazawa County, he can submit a petition to request a branch at any time.

Even if Madman Zhao is in Qi Realm, he can still be moved to Yuangang Realm to suppress him.

But now that the war is raging in the south, how could he escalate this matter just because of the death of a rich man?

And if you do this, you will be secluded from the local martial arts. Unless you are transferred, you will have to be wary in the future.

Therefore, most government agencies do not want to interfere with political affairs.

They have always been on good terms with each other.

Ren Chengjin hesitated.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

The confidant went to open the door, and after a while he brought back an exquisite gift box, leaned over and said a few words in Ren Chengjin's ear.

Ren Chengjin took out an envelope, glanced at it twice, and put it on the table.

Didn't wait to speak.

Gift boxes were delivered one after another, and letters were taken out and stacked one after another on the life and death forms, covering each bloody fingerprint until they were gradually invisible.

Next to it, dozens of gift boxes were piled up.

Silver, ginseng, musk, jade, jewelry...

Ren Chengjin was dazzled for a moment. It was the first time for him to see the rich people in the city so united.

His hand was placed on the table, stroking the letter.

There is a strong fragrance of ink on the letter, and it looks like top-grade pine smoke ink. The smell is refreshing, unlike the life and death picture I just got, which always smells of blood.

Ren Chengjin was like this, not to mention the confidants next to him, their eyes were so excited that they were about to shine.

"S-lord!"

"They gave me too much!!"

"Well..." Ren Chengjin swallowed and was about to continue saying something.

Tuk Tuk.

The knock on the door came again.

"Sir Ren, Master Three Sticks would like to see you."

After the servant finished speaking, he hurriedly left.

Ren Chengjin's face suddenly darkened, and he already had a premonition of Master Three Sticks' intention.

But before he could get up, the servant from before came back.

"Sir, the master of Wuxiang Martial Arts School is here too..."

"Also, there is a letter from Qiu Shui Jian Tang."