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Daliang State has experienced six generations and four emperors. Now 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, there was a sudden fire 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 clean and honest 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 to the people entering the city.

"Curfew will be imposed soon. Rich people can stay in the inn. Those who have no money, go, 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, several lazy men drove people into the city like they were chasing away flies.

After entering from the east gate, going east, it was the slums that the soldiers talked about.

Su Mo was wearing a ragged 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 shouted bad luck, spit on the back of the paper, and smeared it again.

After straightening the wrinkled front of the white paper and pasting the title in the big words, the leader stood back.

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

A simple-looking, thin man said timidly.

"Go away, who is not a great thief on this list? Take the Heart-Destroying Demon Su Mo on this paper. It is said that the people killed by this demon have their tendons and veins broken, and even their hearts are smashed into pieces. The scene is so terrifying."

"From the initial reward of 30 taels of silver, this person has been chasing the government all the way, committing crimes everywhere. Now he is a demon with 500 taels of silver and has the strength of the peak of Ming Jin. How can such a person who has committed so many crimes enter the city with you, a group of 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 didn't hear the people behind him talking about him, hurried into the city. After having a delicious meal at the inn, he asked the waiter to open a room and rested.

The most dangerous place is the safest place.

The reason why Su Mo, who has always been on the edge of a knife, has never been caught by the government is not only because of his peak strength of Ming Jin, but also because of his daring.

The inn where he stayed today is only two hundred steps away from the government. When he opened the window of the room, he could directly see the officials coming in and out of the yamen.

No matter how hard these people thought, they would never have thought that such a great thief would live next to them.

[Name: Su Mo]

[Age: 68]

[Cultivation: Peak Ming Jin (Qi and Blood Decline)]

[Spell: One level of Vajra Palm, one level of Flying on the Grass, and one level of Vajra Strength]

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 are even rumors that there are warriors who have reached the peak of the transformation realm and almost broke through the void and ascended to heaven in broad daylight.

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

If he does not make progress within a year, he will die if he goes back.

The world is different, and the language is of course different, but fortunately, the insight technique can help him understand the meaning of the characters. The language in the world with low cultural level is not complicated either.

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

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

Except for the peak of the physical body cultivation, the martial arts in the previous life were extremely poor, so it is no wonder that they did not meet the eyes of the insight.

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

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

After arriving in this world, time was running out. With the means and strength that Su Mo had gained from decades of experience in the martial arts world, it was not impossible for him to save the country in a roundabout way and get the secret book.

For example, the warriors with the ancestral Vajra Palm could be completely suppressed and subdued, and there were at least hundreds of ways to beat the two subsequent hall owners 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, and a delay of one minute is a crisis. He is not a newcomer to the martial arts world, and he knows how to make choices.

His martial arts skills are improving, and 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.

In three months, he learned a lot about Daliang Kingdom.

The place where we are now is Liancang City, the county where the founding emperor of the Liang Kingdom raised troops.

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

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

Walk among them.

Pedestrians chatted and heard a lot of information, mostly 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 Ming Jin and there is nothing we can do about it, this jade-faced man has only just entered Ming Jin. 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 the only people in our Liancang City that he can like are..."

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!

No one would associate threats with such an old man who could fall over with a gust of wind!

The Jade Faced Man is certainly no exception!

"Good... good man, you can 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.

A dagger was accurately inserted into Zhang Chong's trachea.

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 way to leave evidence of murder.

No nonsense, the person who killed was extremely calm.

"Woo...Woo..."

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

Without looking at Zhang Chong's miserable appearance, Su Mo took out the note he had prepared long ago and put it on the table, picked up two secret books, and calmly opened the door and walked out.

The end of Mao time is when the gate of Liancang City opens. With Su Mo's current old-looking foot strength, it is just in time to rush to the gate.

......

Chen time.

When the inn's servant came up to clean up on time, he suddenly smelled a hint of unusual smell.

He hurriedly pushed open the door of the ground-level room, and the Shura scene inside made the servant, 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.

Someone died in the inn! And it was a distinguished guest!

The shopkeeper, whose scalp was numb, instantly thought of countless plots of killing and robbing treasures, but a white note on the table attracted the shopkeeper's attention:

The deceased: Zhang Chong, also known as Yumian Langjun, a wanted criminal of Xuanwuwei!

Daliang State has gone through six generations and four emperors. Now is the 25th year of Emperor Xuande's reign.

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

Today, Daliang is becoming stronger and stronger.

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

Yangzhou.

Zhangjun County City.

Liancang City.

Snowflakes mixed with the north wind blew on the faces of every hurried pedestrian.

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

"Curfew will be imposed soon. Those who have money will stay in the inn. Those who have no money, go, 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, several lazy men drove people into the city like flies.

After entering from the east gate, going east, it is what the soldiers call the slums.

Su Mo wore a ragged 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 already 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.

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

After combing the wrinkled front of the white paper and pasting the big words of the title straight, he led the soldiers back.

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

A thin man with a simple face said timidly.

"Go away, who is not a great thief on this list? Take the Heart-Destroying Demon Su Mo on this paper. It is said that the people killed by this demon have their tendons and veins broken, and even their hearts are smashed into pieces. The scene is so terrifying."

"From the initial reward of 30 taels of silver, this person has been chasing the government all the way, committing crimes everywhere. Now he is a demon with 500 taels of silver. He has the strength of the peak of Ming Jin. How can such a person who has committed many crimes enter the city with you, a group of 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.