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Daliang State has experienced six generations and four dynasties. Now it is the 25th year of Emperor Xuande’s reign.

It is said that when Emperor Taizu and the remnants of the previous dynasty were fighting fiercely, a fire suddenly fell from the sky, and overnight, all the remnants of the previous dynasty were destroyed.

Now, Daliang is becoming stronger and stronger.

The reigning Emperor Xuande has a clear and fair administration, and established the Xuanwu Guard to monitor the warriors of the world.

Yangzhou.

Zhangjun County City.

Liancang City.

Snowflakes mixed in the north wind, blowing on the faces of every hurried pedestrian.

Several soldiers wearing large cotton jackets leaned against the city gate and shouted loudly at the people entering the city.

"There will be a curfew soon. Rich people can stay at the inn. Those without money, go, go, go over there."

Most of the people entering the city through the East Gate are poor families, and there is not much money to be squeezed.

After collecting the entrance fee, a few lazy men drove people into the city like they were chasing flies.

After entering from the East Gate, going east is what the soldiers call the slums.

Su Mo was wearing a tattered long coat, with twisted wrinkles on his face, mixed with coal black, just like a poor old man at the end of his life.

After taking a look at him, the soldiers naturally regarded him as a refugee from the county city and drove him to the so-called slums.

It was midwinter, and no one knew that it had been more than three months since he came to this world.

After staring at the many white papers hanging on the city gate, Su Mo strode in as if nothing had happened.

When Su Mo's figure disappeared in the wind and snow, a piece of white paper hanging on the city gate was blown by the cold wind and fell to the ground slowly.

The leading soldier yelled "bad luck" and spat on the back of the paper, then put it back on.

He combed the wrinkled front of the white paper, straightened the title, and led the soldiers back.

"Sir, is this a wanted criminal? He looks a bit like the man who just went in."

A simple-looking, thin man said timidly.

"Go away, who is not a great thief? Take the Heart-Destroying Demon Su Mo on this paper for example. It is said that all the people killed by this demon had their tendons and veins broken, and even their hearts were smashed into pieces. The scene was so horrible."

"From the initial reward of 30 taels of silver, this person committed crimes everywhere under the pursuit of the government. Now he has a reward of 500 taels of silver. He has the strength of the peak of Ming Jin. How could such a person who has committed so many evil deeds enter the city with you poor people?"

As he spoke, the leader seemed to feel that more and more people were blocking the city gate to listen to the story. He waved his hand, and several of his men kicked and beat them, scaring the people to crawl.

Su Mo, who hurried into the city without hearing the people behind him talking about him, came to the inn for a delicious meal, called the waiter to open a room, and rested.

The most dangerous place is the safest place.

The inn where we stayed today was only two hundred steps away from the government office. By opening the window of the room, we could directly see the officials coming in and out of the government office.

No matter how hard these people thought, they could not have imagined that such a great thief would live next to them.

[Name: Su Mo]

[Age: 68]

[Cultivation: Peak of Ming Jin (Qi and blood are declining)]

[Spell: One level of Vajra Palm, one level of Flying on Grass, one level of Vajra Jin]

After using the insight, Su Mo nodded with satisfaction.

When he first crossed over to this world, he found that although there were no immortal cultivators in this world, they had gone further in martial arts than the world he was in.

There were even rumors that there were warriors who had reached the peak of the transformation realm and almost broke through the void and ascended in broad daylight.

Although there was a time difference of 800, he never dared to forget that the crisis in the world where his real body was was imminent.

If he did not make progress within a year, he would only die if he went back.

Different worlds have different languages, but fortunately, the insight technique can help him understand the meaning of the characters. In a world with low cultural level, the language is not complicated either.

In just one month, basic communication was no longer a problem.

In the remaining two months, he went to several large martial arts halls in various places, hoping to obtain martial arts under the pretext of asking for advice.

Except for the peak of his physical cultivation, his martial arts in his previous life were extremely poor, so it was no wonder that he was not in the eyes of the insight technique.

Unfortunately, no martial arts hall was willing to accept a 68-year-old man as an apprentice and teach him martial arts.

In desperation, Su Mo had to ignore the morality of the martial arts world and raided and killed him at night to rob him of the martial arts.

When he arrived in this world, he saw that time was getting shorter and shorter. With Su Mo's means and strength after decades of wandering in the martial arts world, it was not impossible to save the country in a roundabout way and get the secret book.

For example, the martial artist with the ancestral Vajra Palm could be completely suppressed and subdued, and there were at least hundreds of plans to beat them to get the secret book.

"But I don't want to do this," Su Mo sighed leisurely in his heart.

Time waits for no one. A delay of one minute is a crisis. He is not a rookie who has just entered the martial arts world. He knows how to make choices.

His martial arts are improving. Now he can completely suppress his former prime self, but at the moment, what is more important is how to escape from the situation of dying.

There was no conversation that night. The next morning, after applying the coal black in his pocket on his face again, Su Mo jumped out of the back wall of the inn.

Three months have allowed him to understand a lot about Daliang State.

From Liancang City, 800 kilometers north is where the capital of Daliang Kingdom is located.

Close to the capital, the economy of Liancang City was much richer than where Somo first came, and wandering merchants could be seen everywhere on the road.

Walk among them.

Pedestrians talked and heard a lot of information, mostly just casually. Somo was also looking for information that would be helpful to him.

Emperor Tian pays off his conscientious people.

When two young men with beaming faces walked past each other, Sumo finally heard it.

"Today, the Xuanwu Guards have updated their wanted list. Although the heart-destroying demon Sumo is at the peak of Mingjin and there is nothing we can do about it, this jade-faced man has only just entered Mingjin. With the help of you and me, we can find him. These five One hundred taels of silver will be ours."

"Jade-faced Langjun? This man is not easy to find! The Xuanwu Guards have been looking for him for several years, but in the end, not even a human figure was found?"

"No, this jade-faced gentleman, I heard that he has a superb form-changing skill. Over the years, I don't know how many government officials and Xuanwu Guardsmen have passed by him without noticing him. But, I have a piece of news, but Help us catch him."

As he spoke, the young man on the left grasped the long sword hanging on his waist, as if he was in control of it.

"Say it quickly, say it quickly, the big deal is, you, you and I will share the money equally."

"It is said that when this jade-faced man goes somewhere, his favorite thing is to hunt for women. I got the news that there are only a few people in Liancang City who can be attracted by him."

As he spoke, the young man stopped talking and looked around cautiously. After finding that no one was listening, he whispered a name into the ear of another young man.

…

"Mrs. Chen?"

Sumo, who was sitting on the roadside and listened to the two people's words without missing a word, suddenly moved his brows, a light flashed across his eyes, and he used his Insight Technique to see the two people's whispers at a glance.

Shapeshifting? It sounds awesome!

His primary purpose in coming to this world was not to learn martial arts or to find a way to become an immortal. The question before him now was how to survive.

Neither the Vajra Palm nor flying on the grass could help him.

If he wants to escape from the encirclement of the three major sects, he can only use skill. Otherwise, there is no way for a dying man to use martial arts to fight out.

After watching the two young men leave, Sumo thought for a moment, stood up, asked for directions, and left quickly.

Half an hour later, under a high wall, under the usually clean door wall, there was an old beggar.

There seemed to be something wrong with the beggar's legs, and he was limping. Pedestrians passing by, as well as acquaintances nearby, just took a look at it and stopped paying attention.

Everyone knows that this poor old man is just another poor person who has been harmed by the world!

The Jade Faced Man is certainly no exception!

"You're a good man, please let me go."

Seeing the old man sitting at the table looking murderous, thinking deeply, and smiling again, Zhang Chong, who was tied to the bed, became increasingly cautious.

Before he passed away, the master once told him that there are two types of people who should not be messed with:

First, a person with high strength.

Second, people with mental problems.

Now, in Zhang Chong's eyes, Somo was naturally classified into the second type of person.

"Don't worry, I will let you go after I master the art of shape-changing."

Sitting on the floor and looking at his thoughts on the first floor, Sumo did not reveal his conditions.

The first level is shape-changing. Those with outstanding talents can get started in just one hour and can change their skeleton and body.

Those with average talent, such as the newly appointed head of the Thieves Sect, took two and a half hours to get started.

Hearing this, Zhang Chong also nodded, indicating that he had no objection.

The night in Daliang was not long, and at the beginning of Mao Shi, the sky was already turning white.

In the Dizi room of Liancang City Inn.

After a heart-wrenching creaking sound, the figure sitting cross-legged in the room stood up.

The big man was eight feet tall. When he walked around the room, he walked like a dragon and a tiger, like a general on the battlefield.

The figure stood in front of the life-size bronze mirror and took a picture. He seemed extremely satisfied with his current figure.

After sitting cross-legged and back on the ground, there was another sound, and the big man turned into a slightly rickety old man.

"The hero is really talented. He got started easily in just five and a half hours. He is truly an unparalleled genius."

Hearing Zhang Chong's words that went against his heart, Su Mo couldn't help but blush.

Even if you have low talent, you can get started with this technique in only three hours.

But it took him a full five and a half hours.

However, with a time difference of eight hundred to one, time is not a precious thing to him.

He glanced at the jade-faced gentleman Zhang Chong who was lying on the bed, tied up, begging for mercy, and then looked at the window where a ray of light came in.

This is the most painful way to die. The deceased must slowly taste the passage of life and feel the gradual seepage of blood.

But again, this is the least likely method of killing to leave evidence of guilt.

No nonsense, the person who killed was extremely calm.

"Woo"

As the blood gushed out, the person tied on the bed was frightened and his vision became blurred.

Without looking at Zhang Chong's miserable appearance, he took out the notes he had prepared and put them on the table. He picked up two secret books, and calmly opened the door and walked out.

At the end of Mao Shi, the city gate of Liancang City opened. With Somo's old man's foot power, he rushed to the city gate. In terms of time, it was just right.

Chenshi.

When the waiter at the inn came up to clean up on time, he suddenly smelled an unusual smell.

He hurriedly pushed open the door of the ground-sized room, and the Shura scene inside made the young boy who had never seen the world fall to the ground on the spot.

When the shopkeeper downstairs followed the sound and came up, he was also shocked and speechless on the spot.

The inn is dead! And he’s a distinguished guest!

The numb shopkeeper's mind instantly thought of countless plots of killing people and seizing treasures, but a white note on the table attracted the shopkeeper's attention:

Deceased: Zhang Chong, nicknamed Yu-faced Langjun, a wanted criminal by Xuanwu Guard!

The Daliang Kingdom has experienced six generations of emperors and four dynasties, and it is now the twenty-fifth year of Emperor Xuande's reign.

It is said that when the fight between Emperor Taizu and the remnants of the previous dynasty reached a fever pitch, fire suddenly fell from the sky, and overnight, all the remnants of the previous dynasty were wiped out.

Nowadays, the national power of Daliang is becoming stronger and stronger.

The reigning Emperor Xuande governed the Qingming Dynasty and established the Xuanwu Guard to monitor the warriors of the world.

Yangzhou.

The county town of Zhangjun.

Liancang City.

Little bits of snowflakes were mixed in the north wind, blowing on the faces of every pedestrian in a hurry.

A few miscellaneous soldiers wearing large cotton-padded jackets leaned at the city gate and shouted loudly at the people entering the city.

"The curfew is coming soon. Those who have money will stay in the inn. Those who don't have money can go over there."

After collecting the entrance fee, a few lazy men drove away the people entering the city like flies.

After entering through the east city gate, heading east is what the soldiers call the slums.

Somo was wearing a shabby long coat, with twisted wrinkles on his face mixed with soot black. He looked like a poor old man at the end of his life.

After the soldiers took one look at him, they naturally recognized him as a refugee from the county and drove him towards the so-called slums.

It was already the middle of winter, and no one knew that it had been more than three months since he came to this world.

After staring at the many white papers hanging on the city gate, Somo strode into them as if nothing had happened.

When Somo's figure disappeared into the wind and snow, a piece of white paper hanging on the city gate was blown by the cold wind and fell to the ground.

The leading soldier shouted bad luck, spit on the back of the paper, and put it on again.

After combing the front of the crumpled white paper and straightening the large characters of the title, the leader stood back.

"My lord, is this a wanted criminal? The man who went in just now looks a bit similar."

A man with a simple face and a thin body said timidly.

"Go, go, go, whoever is hanging on this is not a big thief, let's talk about the heart-destroying demon Soma on this paper. It is said that people killed by this demon have all their muscles and veins severed, and even their hearts were hit. It was broken into pieces, and the scene was so horrific.”

"From the beginning, he was chased by the government with a reward of 30 taels of silver, committing crimes everywhere. Now he has a reward of 500 taels of silver, and has the strength of Ming Jin's peak. How can such a person with a long history of evil be among your group? Are you going to the city?"

As he spoke, the leader seemed to feel that there were more people blocking the city gate to listen to the story. He waved his hand, and several of his men kicked and beat them, scaring the crowd of assholes to roll and crawl.

Sumo, who didn't hear the people behind him talking about him, hurried into the city. After a delicious meal at the inn, he asked the waiter to open the room and rested.

The most dangerous place is the safest place.

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