At the corner of the alley, a martial artist dressed in black felt the ends of his hair being blown by the wind.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of me.

However, before he could react, a blade slashed towards him! Swoosh! !

The sword light is fierce and intimidating, with the unrestrainedness of an antelope hanging its horns. Sometimes it is as powerful as thousands of troops, rushing forward, and sometimes it is like flowing water under a small bridge, bringing lingering comfort.

But in the end, it condensed into a line of white light! After a loud bang, sparks from the collision of the weapons exploded.

The black-clad martial artist was struck by lightning. His face turned red and dark. The weapon in his hand fell out of his hand, his knuckles were torn, and he staggered back several steps.

However, Li Qinglin did not change his speed, his robes rustling, and the beheading knife in his hand was like a dragon emerging from the abyss, and he was in front of the man in an instant.

Ping! A spear flew over and blocked the knife.

"Be careful! This guy is prickly!"

The black-clad warrior immediately rolled back and warned his companions in a sharp voice.

Watching the figures gradually walking out of the darkness, Li Qinglin's eyes fixed, "Two people with perfect five internal organs, and one who can refine the marrow of a spear-thrower?"

This kind of lineup cannot be put together by just any force.

These three people alone are enough to open a martial arts school in the outer city.

"Boy, there are some people you cannot afford to offend. This time, I will only cut off one of your arms as a punishment."

The leading man said in a sinister tone.

However, what answered him was a rolling wave of knife lights.

Li Qinglin said nothing as he drew his sword indifferently. He changed his body shape, crouched and rushed forward. It was clear that he was only one person, but it was as if hundreds of people were drawing their swords, and the shadows of swords filled the whole place.

The bone marrow burned fiercely, the lightning and fire produced charred smoke on the spot, and the blade was condensed into ice!

The three men's faces changed drastically and they rushed to meet the enemy in a hurry.

As the sounds of collisions rang out one after another.

The cold light shattered, the blood and energy surged like a tide, and the sparks that had suddenly lit up quickly went out.

Some people groaned, some screamed.

Li Qinglin's figure holding a knife was like a mad dragon from Qingqiu. With a swish, he rolled up a hurricane and passed through the path in an instant.

In front of him, the dark red lanterns on the street swayed and hit Li Qinglin's face.

Behind him, the leader who had just spoken harshly had a dazed look in his eyes and subconsciously touched his cold neck.

As he moved, a knife mark belatedly appeared around him, and the blood froze into ice, covering his entire neck.

He opened his mouth, tilted his head back and fell, his head rolled to the side, and his body immediately became motionless.

"Ahhh!!! My hand!!"

A martial artist dressed in black screamed in horror and lay on the ground to pick up his severed arm.

The other man was so scared that he quickly touched his body parts and found that they were still intact and seemed to be uninjured. He then breathed a sigh of relief.

But when he lowered his head, he saw that the javelin he was holding horizontally with both hands had been broken into two pieces at some point. The broken ends were smooth and there were traces of burning on the edges.

"Go back and tell your master that I will temporarily put my head on your neck!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Qinglin's figure completely disappeared into the night.

The two people who were left looked at each other. When the wind from the alley blew, they felt sweat all over their bodies and a piercing cold.

Is this some kind of novel? That kid is only at the marrow refining stage, right?

In one move, he could instantly kill a martial artist with well-developed internal organs.

One of us is disabled and the other has his weapon broken? When did the quality of the flag bearers of the Ministry of Justice become so high? "What should I do?"

Looking at the corpse, one of them had an ugly expression on his face.

I came out and followed orders, thinking that it would be easy to succeed.

Unexpectedly, I fell hard into the gutter!

The other man covered his broken arm and said solemnly, "What else can we do? Tell the truth. But this time, the master might be in big trouble. This kid is too fierce!"

…

Li Qinglin ran for dozens of miles in one breath until he reached the outer city, where there were familiar shops on both sides. Only then did he let go of the breath he had been holding.

Suddenly, white mist visible to the naked eye formed outside the body, and a breath like that of a swimming dragon gushed out from under his nostrils.

The violently beating heart gradually returned to normal.

In the moment of close combat just now, Li Qinglin had given it his all, even using a drop of precious blood from his heart sac. His qi and blood gushed out, and even the muscles in his right hand were slightly torn.

Even with Li Qinglin's current physical condition, it was difficult to hide his torn muscles, which was enough to prove how fierce the battle just now was.

"You two have well-balanced internal organs, and one of you has turned to practicing spear throwing. You really think highly of me, Li."

Li Qinglin looked a little ugly.

It is also because his strength has increased dramatically recently. If it were before his lungs were opened and his spiritual power had not increased dramatically.

I'm afraid it's hard to predict whether this day will be good or bad.

"Those three people just now, judging from their martial arts, they are from the military. Are they the men in black who went to the prison during the day?"

Li Qinglin looked thoughtful.

If before, he had only guessed that Lu Youtai had monopolized the imperial examination, then the attack by three people tonight had almost confirmed his guess.

After all, in the entire Wangfeng County, there are only a few people who can mobilize several elite troops with a single word and do such shady things.

In front of me, the river was gurgling under the stone arch bridge, and the moonlight was shining on the water, making it sparkle.

…

The next day, Wulao Qingxinzhai welcomed several uninvited guests.

A tax collector came to visit and first verified the amount of money.

That is, whether the cash accumulated in the Taoist temple and its affiliated shops is subject to a proportional tax rate. The base number varies in different industries, but it is roughly 2% of 100 coins.

Afterwards, the order to report the money was issued.

That is, a huge reward was offered to encourage everyone to report whether Wulao Qingxinzhai had any hidden property or false tax reports.

When the tax collector came to the door, regardless of whether Wu Lao Qing Xin Zhai was evading taxes or not, the business would naturally fail.

Senior Brother Pei Zhang was running around and was extremely busy.

In the end, it was Wen Shoufei who stepped in and used the help of several old friends to get rid of these tax collectors.

It came quickly and went quickly, and the gym’s loss was not great.

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The thunder was loud but the rain was little, which was the intentional act of these tax collectors.

Just to knock someone one or two.

Li Qinglin only got the news afterwards. When he rushed to the Taoist temple, he saw Wen Shoufei standing alone in the courtyard.

He was wearing a white coat, with his hands behind his back, looking at the wild chrysanthemums in the corner, his expression slightly dazed.

Wen Shoufei recognized Li Qinglin's footsteps and said abruptly,

"What do you think is the purpose of practicing martial arts and cultivating immortality?"

Li Qinglin was a little surprised when he heard this and thought for a moment.

All kinds of thoughts were floating around in my mind, and many people and things emerged.

Great power for oneself, longevity? Protecting those around you from external forces? Wealth and honor, and high position? But in the end, only two words remained in Li Qinglin's mind.

free.

It is like having wings. The heaven, earth, wind and rain are all helpers. You can fly or rest.

It’s not about how much you want to do, but that no one can make you do more.

Heavy snow cannot cover the passion of mortals; dignity and freedom can survive in desperate situations.

Wen Shoufei didn't seem to care about Li Qinglin's answer, but continued to talk to himself.

"I have married and had relatives."

Master Wen actually had a wife?

If Wen Shoufei had not said this on his own initiative, Li Qinglin would have almost mistakenly believed that this man who was obsessed with martial arts did not need the love between men and women, lived alone all his life, and devoted everything to martial arts.

"It was the winter thirty years ago. I had just become a martial artist and returned from military service. When I pushed the door open, I saw her dressed very beautifully."

The wild chrysanthemums in the corner swayed, emitting a faint fragrance.

Wen Shoufei's mouth curled up, "She was very beautiful that day. She wore the red dress I gave her, put on light makeup, put more than a hundred chrysanthemums in a vase, and cooked a table of her specialty dishes. She personally gave me hot water to bathe. We bathed together, and she also bathed very cleanly.

Then she quietly committed suicide.”

Li Qinglin was shocked when he heard this! "It turned out that it was the son of a local gentry who raped her while I was in service. At that time, many of my friends around me advised me not to be impulsive. He was a local gentry with great power. I should pretend to be a snake first and then take revenge slowly in the future.

I think so too. I have good aptitude in martial arts, and even an immortal taught me in my dreams. I can learn any martial arts and any weapon.

Just give me ten years and I will be able to achieve the state of spiritual cultivation. By then, the local gentry will be wiped out in a snap, and even the government will not interfere."

Li Qinglin listened silently.

But Wen Shoufei lowered his eyes and said calmly,

“But… that night I sneaked into the gentry’s house, burned my blood and essence, reversed my tendons and veins, overdrawn my potential, and slaughtered everyone in the house. I was even hunted down by the government.

Therefore, I wasted a lot of time and spent more than 20 years before I could barely enter the stage of nourishing my spirit. The Five Elders’ Heart Cleansing Inscription was also never completed.”

Li Qinglin was shaken when he heard this, and was absent-minded for a long time. Finally, he said, "Good kill!"

Wen Shoufei turned around and smiled softly, "I thought you would ask me if I regretted it."

"Master Wen, do you regret it?"

"Of course I regret it!"

Wen Shoufei replied decisively, with a fierce tone,

"I regret that I knew my wife was pretty and that the son of the squire was bullying the people in the village, but I didn't kill all his family members before he went into service!"

"So, Li Qinglin."

Wen Shoufei's gaze turned cold, and when he looked into Li Qinglin's pupils, what was reflected was himself thirty years ago.

“Don’t regret it!”

Li Qinglin's eyebrows were bent like a bow, his fingers were unconsciously clenched, and his heart was surging.

In the end, he didn't say anything more. He bowed, turned around and walked away.

At this moment, he felt more relaxed than ever before.

The mind is clear, the heart is transparent, and the soul seems to become more solid.

Perhaps it was his illusion, even the circulation of qi and blood became faster.

A faint buzzing sound can be heard between the five internal organs.

I was very hesitant about whether to write this plot. It felt a bit dramatic and heavy. It felt like the protagonist's situation suddenly changed due to a change of mind, and many people around him were implicated. It was not cool enough, but after thinking about it, I felt that if even the protagonist had to weigh the pros and cons and choose to compromise in the face of such injustice, what kind of protagonist would he be? So, go, go, go, kill, kill! ! 　　 　 (End of this chapter)