In a wasteland.
Li Qinglin looked at Ah Xi's body, then he sat down on the stone exhausted.
The Qi and blood in his body were flowing smoothly and had not yet been completely exhausted, and were still continuously relieving Li Qinglin's fatigue.
Killed three people in one night.
It seemed like it was just for ten taels of silver.
But Li Qinglin did not regret it.
Perhaps because he had refined the bell toad into a clone and had already used the toad's body to kill people, Li Qinglin did not have much fear of killing at this moment.
He took a few deep breaths, then stood up again, walked to Ah Xi's body and searched him quickly.
A moment later, the spoils were placed in front of Li Qinglin.
There were two leather purses, containing a total of six taels of silver and dozens of copper coins.
A string of southern red agate that seems to be quite old.
A medicine bottle with a tiger pattern on it and the five words "Jinsuo Guxie Pills" written on it.
A handscroll recording a fighting style called "Eighteen Falls of the Roller".
In addition, there is a notebook that records a lot of information.
The last scroll and notes were all searched from Ah Xi.
In the past few days, Li Qinglin has been studying hard on various knowledge and is no longer the Amon of the past.
The art of martial arts is actually divided into training methods and fighting methods.
As the name suggests, the method of cultivation is to cultivate oneself, polish the physical body, blood, and even the spirit, in order to strengthen oneself!
The fighting method is a ruthless method of killing, seizing, and protecting the way! It is the real way of fighting.
This book "Eighteen Falls of Luzhou" is just like that. There are a total of eighteen kinds of fighting methods. However, Li Qinglin only glanced at it and found that all the recorded fighting methods were such despicable and cheap fighting methods as lifting the crotch, slapping the buttocks, and hitting the sunken spot.
Judging from the handwriting on the scroll, it was brand new and still had traces of ink, it seemed that Ah Xi had just obtained it from the so-called 'deputy leader' of the Luluo Gang.
But it was a good deal for Li Qinglin.
And the last notebook -
"It was the eighth day of the second lunar month. Xu Peng, deputy leader of the Luzhuo Gang, hosted a banquet at Wangbo Tower for Bi Dianshi. I led Xu Peng's horse and paid one tael for the meal. I am making a special note of this.
On the first day of March, I sold a batch of silk to Xu Peng at a low price. Xu Peng was very happy. After getting drunk, he linked his arm with me and whispered that he was going to use this batch of silk to smooth relations and present it to Bi Dianshi.
April 15th, rain. Xu Peng was conspiring with Bi Dianshi in Chunxiaofang, and it seemed that they were talking about the leader of the gang. Xu Peng spent my money, slept with the girl I invited, and asked for favors from others! I will remember this account.
May 17th, good, good, good, I fell down on the 18th?! I finally got the magic skill. When I become a master of magic skill, I will definitely dominate the shantytown! Hehehehe...
June 7th. Xu Peng actually asked me if I could get a batch of bows and arrows. Damn it! If I can get this stuff, why would I still be with you?!
June 9th, Liu Qiaolian... so moist..."
As expected, serious people shouldn’t take notes.
Put aside some weird things.
This notebook actually recorded the deputy leader of the Luzhu Gang, Xu Peng, when and where he met, who he said, how much money he spent, how many canaries he raised privately in the outer city, and what hobbies he had...
Even government officials were involved.
Li Qinglin thought for a moment and put away the silver, scroll and notes.
He buried the dagger and items such as the red agate necklace and medicine bottle that could easily expose his identity, and then quickly left the scene.
Soon after, the wind blew cold clouds and the evening snow appeared.
Snowflakes gradually fall, from small to large.
The earth is now covered in white, so clean.
…
It is just dawn.
Xier, wearing a light green dress, jumped off the carriage with her petite figure.
After paying the fare, Xier walked towards the rouge shop without stopping.
Xier was a maid in the outer courtyard of the Wang residence. Because she had a keen eye, she was valued by the steward Wang, who was in charge of external affairs. On weekdays, she was assigned some errands such as purchasing rouge and dowry for the nobles or the maids in the house.
When she walked into the familiar rouge shop, the owner seemed to have received the news long ago. He respectfully packed up the rouge that had been prepared in advance and handed it to Xier.
Xier nodded indifferently, took the rouge, and left a purse.
"Several young ladies of my family will attend the 'Winter Insect Fighting Tiger Banquet' in the city in two months. The guests will be nobles. Please remember to prepare the best yellow fragrant pears and white jade bead curtains..."
The boss nodded his head when he heard this: "I understand. I dare not delay the ladies' business."
After leaving the rouge shop, Xier saw that it was still early, so she wandered around the outer city aimlessly.
The stream gurgles and flows over the stone arch bridge.
On the bank under the bridge, there were many women pounding clothes and beating dirty clothes.
There were also some talented men and beautiful women rowing boats under the stone arch bridge, reciting poems and composing couplets, expressing their feelings about the winter scenery.
Among them, there was an inconspicuous figure squatting on the shore, scooping up stream water, and carefully rubbing a scarlet stain on the edge of clothes with soapnuts.
"There are some muscle tears, especially in my fists. Even with the nourishment of blood and qi, there is still some pain. I have to buy a weapon when I have the chance."
"Human blood is indeed difficult to completely wash away. Perhaps I should carry some corpse-dissolving water with me in the future? But in fact, corpse-dissolving water is just a strong acid liquid. Not only will it emit a foul odor and pungent smoke after use, but it will also leave liquefied bones...
Using insects, even ordinary mealworms are enough to completely destroy the corpse, but unfortunately the bell toad does not like to eat dead things unless I intervene forcibly. How about choosing a kind of insect for the clone I refine in the future?"
"A horse cannot grow fat without night grass, and a man cannot become rich without unexpected wealth. I deserve to make a fortune! But what should I do with the notebook?"
Li Qinglin was thinking while washing clothes.
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The fierce aura that he subconsciously revealed made the two women pounding clothes nearby feel like they were falling into an icy cave. They looked back at Li Qinglin and moved to the side in fear.
Li Qinglin did not notice the women's reactions and continued to think silently.
Hand over the Wang residence?
Li Qinglin didn't think that the Wang family, who lived deep in the inner city, would go to war over a third-rate underground force in the shantytowns.
Report to the police?
Li Qinglin thought of the scene where someone in the hall dared to sue him.
But...the real leader of the Luzhuo Gang?
A flash of inspiration flashed through Li Qinglin's mind, and he immediately thought of a solution.
As he was thinking, he raised his head and glanced inadvertently at the stone arch bridge.
I saw a somewhat familiar figure.
"Is it the maid who was paid the regular salary that day?"
In an instant, the brilliance in Li Qinglin's pupils dimmed.
The sharp and aggressive expression turned into a quiet one.
He naturally wrung out his sleeves, stood up, and walked up the stone stairs carrying his package.
On the stone arch bridge, Li Qinglin and Xier passed each other.
"etc!"
Xier suddenly called out to Li Qinglin.
Li Qinglin turned around without changing his expression.
"What is it?"
Xier glanced at the Wang Mansion’s special pattern on Li Qinglin’s collar, and then a stream of white mist came out of her nostrils. She looked up and said, “A tenant in the mansion? Um… coming home to visit relatives? That’s perfect. I’m tired. You can come back with me.”
However, only three or four days had passed, and Xier had completely forgotten that the young man in front of her was the insect-raising tenant who had left the mansion and had received 30% of his salary as a regular tenant.
She handed over the package containing rouge.
Li Qinglin nodded, took the package without saying much.
Xier noticed that Li Qinglin's sleeves were not yet completely dry and were faintly red, so she asked casually, "What's wrong with your clothes?"
Li Qinglin's eyes were dim, and his dark pupils took in Xier's entire body.
There was a dazzling light that made Xier feel a little scared.
Like an arrow breaking through the air, it pierced into Xier's eye socket.
Somehow, Xier was afraid to look directly at the light, so she lowered her head and subconsciously took a step back.
"Oh, my family is a weaver. I left home a long time ago and didn't pay attention. My sleeves were stained by dye. I'm sorry to embarrass you, sister."
Li Qinglin suddenly laughed, breaking the somewhat obscure atmosphere.
Xier took a deep breath, like a fish that had been out of the river for a long time. Before she knew it, her back was wet with cold sweat.
She subconsciously wanted to scold Li Qinglin and asked who he was and how dare he call her sister?
But she thought back to Li Qinglin's gaze just now and was a little dazed for a moment.
Then he walked forward hurriedly without saying a word.
(End of this chapter)