In the noisy market, there were crowds of groceries dealers, porters and peddlers coming and going.

Street teahouse.

Several judges in plain clothes sat around a table, swords in their hands. They seemed to be drinking tea, but their attention was always on a barefoot doctor who was selling medicine by ringing a bell on the street.

The barefoot doctor was setting up a stall and setting up a medicine box. He didn't call out any orders but just kept shaking his head while looking at the Chinese medicine book in his hand.

Just then, a boy dressed as a servant walked past the stall quickly, paced a little, and said a few words in jargon that no one else could understand.

"Some fruit, let's eat it."

Not long after the servant left, he came back.

This time, he came to seek medical treatment accompanied by a pale-faced, plump woman in a long dress.

When the barefoot doctor saw the woman, he raised his eyes and said in a calm tone without taking her pulse.

"From your appearance, do you seem to be suffering from heart disease?"

The woman was surprised and puzzled when she heard this, and then she said excitedly, "Sir, you are really a miracle doctor!"

At the teahouse table, a judge lowered his voice and asked, "Golden Head, what does that boy mean by some fruit snack?"

Without even looking up, Jintou smiled softly, "That is the 'Spring Point' of the Cangtian Shulu Temple. There is a saying that one would rather give an ingot of gold than a word of spring. It is actually a slang term!"

The judge nodded in understanding.

The barefoot doctor over there was still prescribing medicine, and these judges were chatting about everything, looking like rough folks from the market, and even flirting with the teahouse owner's wife from time to time.

The wife of the teahouse owner was a secret prostitute, so he used his wife as bait. As a result, the teahouse business was always very good, and ruffians often came to drink tea.

"By the way, Jintou'er, do you know the origins of Li Zhangqi who took office not long ago?" someone asked.

Upon hearing this, Jin Tou'er's eyes turned cold, and he subconsciously reached for the weapon in his hand, "That boy was originally the eldest son of a cloth seller in the shantytown. He was sold into the royal residence in his early years. Who knew that he got lucky while serving in the army and swallowed a plant of Nine-branched Black Essence Grass!

Not only did he become a martial arts master, he also inexplicably became the direct disciple of Wulao Qingxinzhai. Some people in the academy said that he killed Wu Jinghou and succeeded in taking the throne. "

"Wu Jinghou?"

The man was somewhat doubtful and said, "Isn't he one of the Seven Great Dragons, a martial arts genius praised by gossipers as having the ability to cultivate the spirit? How could he be defeated by a person of humble origin? Nine-branched Black Essence Grass, when will I be able to have some good luck..."

Jin Tou'er glanced over and glared at the man with a warning look, "I'm the flag bearer recommended by Hou Bai Hu, and I'm on the same level as you. Watch your words! Show some respect!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Jintou'er is right, I deserve a slap in the face, slap in the face!" The man smiled embarrassedly.

"But Jintou, is Li Zhangqi's strength really as unfathomable as the rumors say? There are rumors circulating in the Ministry of Justice that he single-handedly defeated all the military officers of the Ministry of War. It's too exaggerated!

How old is he? It is impossible for him to start refining his marrow! Then I have practiced martial arts for many years, but I have become a lackey!"

Jin Tou'er held the pipe in his mouth, puffing out smoke and saying,

"Whether he is strong or not, we will know after the fight! There are only a few vacancies for the position of general flag next year. I, Jin, have been waiting for three years. It is time for me to move..."

As he was speaking, a barefoot doctor not far away received a large sum of medical fees and closed his stall with a smile.

"Let's go, keep up!"

Seeing the barefoot doctor walking away, Jintou'er and his companions slapped the table, left money for the tea, stood up shakily, and followed the barefoot doctor.

But for some reason, the barefoot doctor walked faster and faster, and more and more anxiously, and even began to use his body skills, jumping on the wall with his feet, and with a few kicks, he climbed onto the roof.

"Exposed again! Quick, catch up!"

Jintou'er was furious and no longer hid his anger. He tore off his slightly bulky and rough clothes, revealing the round-necked robe embroidered with python patterns underneath. He drew his sword and stood up, turning into a residual shadow. His terrifying aura was like a dragon emerging from the abyss, and he went towards the barefoot doctor.

The other judges followed suit.

The eaves on both sides quickly swept backwards, and there was a noisy street below. The barefoot doctor looked back from time to time at the judge who was chasing him, his face full of anxiety and sweat pouring down.

Damn it! I just came out to hunt for food, but how come I was targeted by these poisonous snakes!

The barefoot doctor glanced around in panic.

Suddenly, his pupils contracted suddenly and his face lit up with joy, and he saw a figure in a crane cloak flying towards him from a distance.

"Master Dao? Save me, save me!!"

A shrill voice was heard.

Shi Dao raised his head and saw that his face was as pale as paper, with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

There were several large holes on the back of his crane cloak, and there were traces of burning on the edges, emitting a pungent smell.

Faint footsteps came from behind, like the sound of the iron chains of the Ox-Head and Horse-Faced Demons dragging on the ground.

He had a burning sensation as if he was targeted by arrows, focused on the back of his head, neck, and other parts.

This subtle oppressive force made Shi Dao feel a little breathless.

When Shi Dao saw the barefoot doctor, his eyes turned cold.

Whoosh! The two of them passed each other.

The thin crane cloak brought up a strong wind, and its speed suddenly increased, just like a silk thread as thin as a cicada's wing, silently passing over the barefoot doctor's neck.

The barefoot doctor's face froze instantly, and blood gushed out like a waterfall!

"You're blocking the way..."

Shi Dao's regretful voice was heard, but the figure that was fleeing at high speed was eventually affected a little.

The burning sensation focused on the back suddenly became stronger!

He slowly stopped, concentrating his mind highly, not daring to reveal the slightest flaw.

"Huh? Dead?"

"Wait, that person is..."

"The fifth of the Ten Fire Lords, Chieftain Priest, Master Sword?!"

Jintou'er and his men suddenly rushed over, stirring up a whistling wave of air. When they saw the appearance of Master Dao, their faces changed drastically, as if they were facing a powerful enemy, and there was even a trace of uncontrollable fear in their eyes.

The chieftain performed sacrifices and refined his marrow into a strong gale, which was like a ghost in the sky. Those who fought with it would often find their heads and bodies separated before they could even see their shadow.

There were more than one or two marrow-refining martial artists who died at the hands of the master's sword. Even the chief flag officer died at his hands! "Hurry up and light the Cloud Piercing Bell! I'll stop him!"

Jintou'er gritted his teeth and suddenly rushed out from his original position. The sharp sword in his hand shook off the cold wind and stabbed towards the master's sword with the power of splitting mountains and splitting rocks.

As soon as he got closer, Jintouer saw that Master Dao's face was solemn, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

Hmm? Could it be that my swordsmanship has improved a lot recently?

How could a person like Shi Dao take him so seriously? !

Before the thought in Jin Tou'er's mind dissipated, he saw the master's sword suddenly rolled up the crane cloak, and the surrounding air waves swirled violently, like a blooming lotus, accompanied by a roar that shattered the eardrums.

A blinding flash of fire burst out in front of Jintou'er's eyes. The sword in his hand slipped out of his hand, and he was thrown far into the air, slamming heavily into the wall of the house.

In the gradually fading vision, he saw an arrow breaking through the air, like a cannonball, even the air seemed to be scorched, and it landed on the invisible air wave several feet outside the master's sword.

The arrow collided with the air wave, making a sharp hissing sound, and then bounced off violently.

Shi Dao staggered back a few steps, his face flushed.

And not far away, on the arched eaves.

A man in black, holding a longbow and a white-headed sword at his waist, strode over.

A gleam of light flashed across his tiger eyes as he looked around, and he was filled with a murderous aura.

"Li Qinglin?!"

The golden head looked surprised.

Boom! The collapsed wall and ruins completely buried the golden head, leaving only smoke and dust rising into the sky.

"What a pity! If this bow had a little more power, it might be able to break through his external wind."

Watching his master's sword escaping at a high speed again, Li Qinglin shook his head helplessly and strode past the several judges who were still standing stupidly on the roof, seemingly not yet reacting.

"Please pass on the message quickly, colleagues, and don't delay!"

Li Qinglin's voice came from afar, and these people reacted suddenly. They looked at each other with trembling eyes, and they could see the horror in each other's eyes.

Whoosh! Brilliant fireworks exploded in the sky.

Suddenly, there were more figures in the city, quickly passing through the streets.

…

Straw ropes flew everywhere, bamboo baskets overturned, and a few tiles fell to the ground with a snap.

Occasionally, the sound of arrows breaking through the air could be heard, bringing with it whistling waves of air that echoed through several streets and alleys.

The east gate is near.

Li Qinglin looked at his master's sword that passed through the east gate and gradually disappeared into the shadows outside the city wall. He slowly stopped and put down the longbow in his hand.

He realized that there seemed to be a ferocious beast hiding in the shadows outside the city, which brought him fatal danger.

Shi Dao turned around and looked back, staring at Li Qinglin with a gloomy gaze, and retreated back into the shadows step by step.

Li Qinglin held the knife in silence, his expression solemn.

Shi Dao smiled grimly, stuck out his tongue and licked the sacrificial knife, made a throat-cutting gesture to Li Qinglin, and then disappeared completely.

Li Qinglin stood there for a long time, deep in thought.

“This group of people from the Cangtian Shulu Temple are probably here to investigate the real reason why Lu Zhangke died a few months ago.

I don’t know whether Pu Song had deliberately approached me and disguised himself as a scholar, or whether his identity was taken over by someone else later.

Fortunately, I was cautious enough last time and did not rashly accept the invitation to go to the shantytown.

Wang Song... From this perspective, those who have returned triumphantly from the Tribulation Realm and obtained the chance to become immortals by catching a sword in the fire have probably all fallen into the palm of the Heavenly Scrolls Temple."

A cloud of gloom appeared in Li Qinglin's heart.

…

A moment later, in front of the Pu family's house.

Li Qinglin stood against the wall, holding the white-shou knife in both hands, watching several coroners carrying several corpses out of the yard and starting to piece together Pu Song's body parts.

The government's quick squad and the chief judge of the Ministry of Justice were collecting evidence in the courtyard.

From time to time, people looked at Li Qinglin with doubtful eyes.

The judges who were patrolling the streets and making loud noises also rushed over, bowed to Li Qinglin with a little awe, and then stood obediently aside.

Not far away, a thin man walked over.

He moved silently, like a snake ready to strike, and every inch of his muscles was filled with strength and explosive power.

"It's me, nice to meet General Bai."

Li Qinglin held the knife in both hands and saluted slightly.

This General Bai gave me a sense of disharmony and disharmony, as if all my internal organs had their own consciousness but were being forcibly held together.

"Is it grinding the internal organs to make them round?"

Li Qinglin had some guesses in his mind.

Bai Zongqi nodded slightly and said,

"Tell me everything you have seen and heard."

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"yes!"

Li Qinglin told the whole story from half a year ago when he went to the study in the palace while working as a night incense burner and met Pu Song, to today when he returned home with Pu Song to borrow books and chased after his master Dao.

He even did not hide the fact that he had recently been searching for information about immortal cultivators and the origins of martial arts.

After all, in front of that group of book lovers, he had already left the image of Ye Gong who preferred Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio and stories about gods and ghosts.

There is no need to hide it.

After hearing this, General Bai was stunned, especially when he heard about "beheading Wang Song" and "hunting down Shi Dao", he looked as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

He looked at Li Qinglin's young face with a suspicious look in his eyes, and turned to ask the judges, "Is what he said true?"

“Replying to General Bai, when we rushed over, we did see General Li chasing after Master Dao. Jin Tou’er can testify to this, but he was sent to the hospital.

We didn’t witness the killing of Wang Song.” Several people replied.

Upon hearing this, General Bai fell silent for a moment.

How old is Li Qinglin?

At this age, he is still following his family elders and receiving daily training, and even his hands holding the knife are shaking.

Mr. Bai stopped thinking about it.

After a while, General Bai sent someone to summon several people from the book club and interrogate them about what happened in a roundabout way.

Brother Zhu, who supported Pu Song, looked at Pu Song's body. With every question asked by the judge, his face became paler. In the end, he avoided looking at Li Qinglin and lowered his head, not daring to look at him.

After finishing the questioning, Brother Zhu walked up to Li Qinglin, apologized a few words, and left in a daze.

Li Qinglin nodded, but didn't take it to heart.

"Why would the people from Cangtian Shulu Temple target you?"

After questioning the witness, Bai Zongqi looked at Li Qinglin.

"I used to be a tenant in the Wang family. I also worked with Wang Meng, a young master of the Wang family, to kill the Taoist boy in the Shulu Temple. Maybe he holds a grudge against me because of this. This matter is all recorded. General Bai can go to the Wang family to verify it."

Hearing this, General Bai did not comment . "That's fine. But did you know that the "Jiwu Old Book" is a banned book? My Great Jiang Dynasty has repeatedly burned it and banned its circulation?"

Li Qinglin was stunned. "This... I don't know."

Bai Zongqi hesitated for a moment, perhaps because Li Qinglin had left a strong impression on him, and said,

"The Pu family does not have this book. If you want to read it, you can take my warrant and go to Tianyi Library."

General Bai stepped past Li Qinglin, showing a strange smile and said,

"The truth may be beyond your expectations."

Beyond expectations?

Li Qinglin was deep in thought.

Just in time,

A judge came over quickly and whispered something in Bai Zongqi's ear. Upon hearing what he said, Bai Zongqi looked at Li Qinglin with a complicated expression.

Then he walked to Wang Song's body, which had been reduced to pieces of meat and no longer looked human.

A token representing Wang Song's identity was soaked in sticky flesh and blood. The coroner carefully took it out, wiped off the stains and handed it to Bai Zongqi.

"My Lord, this person is Wang Song, the elder of the Wang Clan. In addition to this token, there is also a thing that seems to be a fairy treasure captured from the robbery domain. It should be a storage treasure. Unfortunately, Wang Song died and this thing has turned into powder."

The coroner bowed and said.

Mr. Bai glanced at the token, a trace of helplessness flashing across his eyes.

This matter involved the royal residence in the inner city.

I'm afraid the Wang family has been experiencing some terrible bad luck recently.

Half a year ago, there was turmoil in the house and heavy losses. Even the mansion of the only cultivator in the family was blown up after his death.

Now, a clan elder in the Marrow Refining Realm died with only pieces of flesh left? Bai Zongqi shook his head and glanced at Li Qinglin. "Don't worry about this matter anymore. I will report your achievements for you. Don't go out unless necessary these days. I will send a few judges to secretly guard your family.

I will go and talk to the palace. Although Wang Song was restricted by the Cangtian Shulu Temple, he is still a member of the palace. If he destroys the streets, maybe he can get some subsidies..."

Upon hearing this, Li Qinglin said, "Thank you, General Flag."

"That's right."

Li Qinglin suddenly stopped Bai Zongqi, a thoughtful look flashed across his eyes, and he weaved some words, telling his guesses about the connection between Shui Hengliu and Cangtian Shulu Temple, as well as the conspiracy.

Upon hearing this, General Bai remained calm and looked at Li Qinglin deeply.

"I understand."

After saying that, Bai Zongqi turned and left.

Seeing General Bai's reaction, Li Qinglin was a little puzzled. For a moment, he didn't know what the Ministry of Justice was planning.

After all, the Heaven-granted Lu Temple used the calamity zone to cause the city to be filled with wind and rain, and countless martial artists went to the fire to catch the sword.

Whether alive or dead, it is not a good thing for the government or even for Feng County.

"The big families, government officials, and judicial officials in the inner city, the Heaven-granted talisman temple..."

Li Qinglin was deep in thought, and he always felt that the vast area below Fengxian County was intertwined with countless undercurrents and invisible swords and sabers.

Judging from General Bai’s expression, it seemed like he already knew about it?

Li Qinglin hesitated for a moment, but was still a little worried, so he went to Hou Huanhua's house. Unfortunately, according to the doorman, Hou Huanhua had not returned home for a long time.

In desperation, Li Qinglin could only leave a letter and ask the doorman to pass it on.

Only then did he leave with regret.

…

"What's the situation? Is this boy related to Lu Zhangke's death?"

"Master, he is definitely involved! From the information in the bronze mirror, it seems that there is a demon behind Li Qinglin!"

"Monster? There is actually a monster that dares to sneak into Feng County. Is it the lost pet of some immortal? Or did it come out from there... Is there any information about the whereabouts of the three flowers of spirit, energy and soul?"

"Um... no progress yet. But, Master, we can first capture Li Qinglin's family and make them afraid to act rashly.

Although our whereabouts have been exposed, the people from the Criminal Division will definitely protect Li Qinglin secretly, but our people are everywhere..."

"Good, just do it, no need to show mercy..."

Outside the city, in the wilderness.

In an abandoned post station, Shi Dao, looking somewhat weak, stood in front of a handsome, elegant man, holding a folding fan like a rich nobleman.

In the Cangtian Shulu Temple, there are ten great fire heads, two masters at the left and right altars, the temple master and two strategies, and the rest are the vast number of believers and boys.

This person is Lin Langya, another master of Tankou besides Lu Zhangke.

"What a pity, Brother Lu. All these years of hard work have gone to waste in one day. What a pity..."

Lin Langya sighed.

Sudden,

A voice came, "So, you are here."

Lin Langya and the other man looked up suddenly, their faces changed drastically, and they saw a man wearing coarse clothes, with a hunchback, like an old farmer in the field. He had already stood on the pole outside the post station without them knowing when.

"Wen Shoufei?"

Lin Langya stood up immediately, his eyes gloomy and his tone cold.

"You dragged your broken body and went out of the city instead of resting in the hall. Do you want to interfere in our affairs?"

"Messing with your business?"

Bang! Wen Shoufei fell, and a deep pit several feet wide was smashed into the ground. He slowly raised his head and suddenly laughed grimly, "It's you who crossed the line and offended me!"

Wen Shoufei's figure disappeared, and in his place was a mighty divine light that was nearly dozens of feet high. It suddenly turned into feathers, and sometimes turned into fine sand...

The huge pressure surged in and crushed the post station in an instant.

All kinds of changes, as if I were a god! This is close to the trend of celestial phenomena! Master Dao showed fear on his face, but he had no time to react, and the strong wind on his body was extinguished like a flame.

Gurgle gurgle gurgle…

The blood in the body seemed to be boiling. It flowed out from the blood vessels and under the skin, fell to the ground, but then evaporated and turned into a thick blood mist.

"Master, save me, save me..."

A slight voice was heard, and there was still a trace of despair on Shi Dao's face.

But the next moment, his body seemed to be weathered and turned into green smoke.

A pair of anklets as white as snow fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"Wen Shoufei!! Are you standing up for that kid?!"

Lin Langya's face was solemn and he shouted loudly.

Wen Shoufei glanced at him indifferently, "Nonsense! He is my direct disciple, if I don't protect him, then who will?!"

Boom! Behind Wen Shoufei, the mighty divine light suddenly pressed down! (End of this chapter)