Heavenly Master, I have a different world.

Chapter 120 Dodge
"Master Yin Tan!"

"Altar Lord!"

"..."

The beggars didn't hear the knife blare, and they were dazed for a while, and they couldn't care about other things when they saw it, they all shouted and ran towards the backyard.

Before reaching the backyard, a roar came from inside.

"How brave!"

"You dare to commit such crimes in the beggar gang's resident, you deserve to die!"

It's Yin Fang, the altar master!

Accompanied by the roar, a fiery force roared out, and the backyard seemed to be turned into a furnace in an instant, and even more violent winds set off storms and waves.

Yin Fang's nickname is 'Fenghuo Shenlong'. One is because of his bold and unrestrained personality like a gust of wind and fire, and the other is because of the unique method of practicing and has a scorching internal energy.

Six sun palms!
This palm is blazing, burning everything in it.

Not to mention that Yin Fang is a master of true energy.

"boom!"

The window sash was shattered and burned to ashes in an instant. Even the rammed earth wall was easily penetrated by the palm force, and the edge of the hole showed a scorched black color.

Fangzheng's figure flashed and he retreated crazily, with fear in his eyes.

The distance between the two was more than ten feet, but he seemed to be in a furnace, even the eyebrows and hair under the mask were slightly curled due to the high temperature.

The scorching palm strength turned into substance?

Martial Artist!

There are such masters in the Beggar Gang in Gu'an County?
"go!"

Before he had time to think about it, he rolled like a long snake and swam around to avoid the power of his palms. His feet seemed to be equipped with springs, and he jumped out of the courtyard wall.

"Want to escape?"

Yin Fang narrowed his eyes:

"The person who killed me still wants to leave?"

"Leave me!"

He strode forward and bumped straight into the courtyard wall.

The wall made of blue bricks and mud was like soft tofu in front of him, it shattered and collapsed when touched.

Fang Zheng's fleeing figure also came into view.

raise your hand,

True Qi gathered, and a dangerous warning signal suddenly came.

"Peng!"

Gunshots sounded.

The moment Fangzheng turned around, Yin Xin felt a warning sign in his head, his palm froze in the air, and his whole body turned into a line of fire and rushed out obliquely.

"Peng!"

"Peng Peng Peng!"

Fangzheng fired four shots again.

Immediately, he retracted his gun and roared, his eyes flashed with lightning, and he slashed violently with the knife.

In the Thunder-Hiding Heart Technique in the Gunslinger Hall, there is a secret technique called Yinleijue, which can draw out the power of thunder hidden in the body.

In a short time,

Speed ​​and strength can be increased dramatically.

The reason why Cai Jiuyuan was able to escape the catastrophe when he faced his one-word slashing was because he used this method.

now.

Fangzheng stimulated his body's potential with the Lightning Jue, and then performed a clear heart slash, stepping over a distance of two feet, and slashing Yin Fang's neck.

under night.

A blade pierced the darkness.

It's been a long time.

"Humph!"

Yin Fang snorted, cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and raised his palm in front of him.

"boom!"

The energy exploded, and the two figures retreated at the same time. Fangzheng rolled and fell into the darkness, then jumped up and rushed into the distance, and the few flashes disappeared.

Yin Fang leaned back, and retreated more than ten feet from the ground before barely stopping.

"Altar Lord!"

"Master Yin Tan!"

"..."

It wasn't until this time that the beggars in Zhang's mansion arrived late.

"I am fine."

Yin Fang raised his hand, separated the arm that came to support him, looked down at his waist, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, his eyes showed shock:

"What a powerful hidden weapon!"

"Ok!"

He grunted, the qi in his body gathered around his waist, his muscles trembled, and a bullet was forcefully squeezed out of his body.

"when……"

The warhead fell to the ground.

The front end has been flattened impressively.

"Altar Master?"

"Just now..."

"That man killed Jiao Gu." Yin Fang narrowed his eyes, stretched out his hand to wipe his waist, the wound muscles closed, and the blood flow stopped:

"This person is very good at swordsmanship, he should have realized the true meaning of martial arts, but..."

"What kind of hidden weapon is it?"

Although there are not many three-blood fighters who have realized the true meaning of martial arts, they are not uncommon in Fucheng, and it is not a big deal for Yin Fang.

But that hidden weapon is really powerful.

Even I didn't realize that I was hit for a while, and it was difficult to gather strength in a short time, otherwise, would there be any reason why I couldn't keep the opponent?
"Check!" He said in a muffled voice:
"I want to see who dares to attack the beggar gang!"

"Yes."

All the beggars responded one after another.

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Fangfu.

"Ok!"

Fangzheng groaned, and jumped into the room from the back window. His feet went limp, and he almost collapsed on the ground. It took him a long time to catch his breath, and his whole body was already drenched in sweat.

"A martial artist in the True Qi Realm is really good."

Stretching out his right hand, his palm was scorched black, and the tingling sensation extended half of his arm.

roll up your sleeves

It can be seen that the blood vessels on the arm are bulging, like twisting earthworms, and the muscles tremble slightly, and every tremor is accompanied by a sharp pain.

"hiss……"

"It can still be like this with a knife. If it really falls on the body, it will be fine. I am afraid that the three blood warriors will not be able to withstand three punches and two kicks."

"It's a good thing I have a gun, otherwise it would be bad."

As his thoughts turned, the corners of Fangzheng's eyes twitched slightly.

The threat of firearms is not as great as he imagined for a true energy warrior, at least for small firearms such as pistols.

threatened,
But not enough to be fatal.

The martial artist's speed is too fast, and his perception of danger is even more acute, it is almost impossible to hit the vital point; the flesh body is extremely terrifying, falling on the waist and abdomen can only affect the movement.

of course,

If there are ten or eight guns blocking people in an alley and bombarding them randomly, even a martial artist will not survive the disaster.

"Fortunately, it's not without gains."

Fangzheng grinned. Although the smile was ugly, he was really happy.

Jiao Gu is dead,

Fangfu will be fine for the time being.

not to mention,
And there are windfalls.

He struggled to pull out a black cloth bag from his waist. The palm-sized cloth bag was woven with some unknown material, and the surface was smooth and delicate like skin.

This thing comes from the woman who drives ghosts.

It has an easy-to-understand name, Yangguidou.

It is also called Wuguidou.

It is a magic weapon used by evil people.

This object can be used to store ghosts, and it can be sacrificed to assist in killing the enemy when facing the enemy. It can also drive ghosts to do some shady things, such as five ghosts carrying and stealing things.

Ghosts are invisible and hard to see with the naked eye.

Although it is a bit overkill for stealing chickens and dogs, it is really suitable, especially in modern society, where there are no warlocks, and it can be said that no one can cure it.

"wrong!"

Fangzheng shook his head:

"I'm a good fellow, and earn enough to spend without stealing."

Opening the pocket of the five ghosts, a strange talisman was woven with silk thread inside, and beside it were densely packed characters the size of rice grains.

What is recorded above is the method of raising ghosts.

The method is extremely detailed, from how to raise ghosts to how to control ghosts, even if you are not a warlock, it doesn't matter, you can use your own blood to raise ghosts.

However, nourishing ghosts with essence and blood will damage longevity.

"Isn't this a complete inheritance?"

Fang Zheng clenched the Five Ghost Pocket tightly, and looked at the injured arm again:
"Heal your wounds first."

…………

"Crackling..."

Electric light shines.

Fangzheng sat cross-legged in the grid formed by the electric arc, silently practiced the vowel thunder method and the thunder hidden method, and his breath and breath matched the flash of the arc.

Lightning flashed, and the injury on his arm was repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Even the physical body is also tempered.

"As expected of a superior inheritance, it is indeed extraordinary."

Opening his eyes, Fangzheng thought deeply:
"The power of birth and death of thunder seems to be the nemesis of true qi in martial arts. At least the scorching fire energy in the master Yin Tan's palm can be eliminated by the vowel thunder method."

"If I also cultivate true qi, I should not be afraid of the opponent's fire energy."

"Ancient Lei Department..."

"I wonder if there is such an inheritance?"

Ever since he acquired Vowel Leifa, he has specially collected some classics about the ancient times in different worlds, among which it is difficult to distinguish the true from the false.

He also learned from Zhang Mingrui what is the divine treasure.

It is said that in the extremely distant ancient times, there were people who were able to observe the heaven, earth, gods, and all things.

It is called the ancient gods.

The gods hide, and the human race prospers.

Time has passed, and the ancient sacred treasures have long been lost, but sometimes some scattered contents appear in the world.

The word Mingxinzhan and the vowel Leifa all come from Shenzang.

In addition to Shenzang, there is Dao Zang.

I don't know how many years ago, the Zhou Dynasty unified China, suppressed the princes, established the Taoism, and the sages founded the Sandong Taoist Collection.

Taoism,

Henceforth.

Today's Xuantian Dao, Tianshi Dao, Fang Xianjiao, and even Chunyang Palace, etc., most of the roots are related to the Three Caves Taoism.

pity.

With the passage of time, Daozang has also been scattered in the world, and it is no longer complete.

front.

That is, the Chu Dynasty.

The founder of the country was ambitious, and wanted to learn from the sages, and then set up Daozang.

During those hundred years, the Chu Dynasty collected all kinds of dharma in the world, suppressed various orthodoxy and sects, and built the Jiuchongtian Palace to accommodate all treasures in the world.

Heavenly Palace,

It is said that there are countless rare treasures in the world, hence the name.

This Taoist collection collects folk exercises and ancient secrets, compiled by a thousand masters and real people, with a total of [-] volumes, which is called the Treasure of the Heavenly Palace.

After 500 years of current situation, the former and later dynasties showed signs of extinction and were overthrown by the current dynasty, and Tiangong Daozang was also lost among the people.

That is to say, there is not one Daozang mentioned by the people of the world, but actually three.

Ancient God Treasure!

Daozang of the Three Caves!

Heavenly Palace Treasure!

It's hard to say which one is complete and which one is strong. After all, today's people may not be as good as the ancients, but it is generally believed that the three caves in the middle are the most powerful.

Gein, many orthodoxies in the world are related to it.

As for the ancient treasure...

There are even few rumors in the market, and there are many taboos among them. Only some cults are still struggling to pursue them.

"call……"

Breathing out lightly, Fangzheng slowly moved his wrist.

The injury has not fully recovered, but it has not affected normal activities.

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"The Beggar Gang's residence in the Zhang Mansion was picked!"

"Jiao Gu is dead too!"

"It's really satisfying..."

"Be careful."

In the yard, Wu Hai and others gathered together and whispered.

"What should we do now?"

"I heard that each family has already started to call back their nursing homes, and the patrol team has dispersed. Isn't our money wasted?"

"It's a good thing for me to say. There are people from the beggar gang going around here every day, and I always feel murmured in my heart."

"I heard that a great master has come to the beggar gang, doesn't he care?"

"It's said that you are a great master, how can you care about our trivial matters?"

"..."

"Cough cough!"

Fang Zheng covered his mouth and coughed lightly and walked out the door.

"Master!"

"Master!"

"Master Fang."

Everyone stood up and saluted, and Liu Qinghuan, who was eating melon seeds under the tree, also stood up, her eyes flickered slightly, and she hesitated to speak.

"Master."

Wu Hai took a step forward and said:
"Gang gang..."

"I see." Fangzheng raised his hand, interrupting his words:

"What are your thoughts?"

"This..." Wu Hai showed hesitation, and said:
"Without patrolling the nursing home, if there is another large-scale refugee riot, we may not be able to see the nursing home with just a few of us."

"otherwise……"

"Recruit some nursing homes?"

"At a time like this, where can I find a suitable nursing home?" Fangzheng shook his head:
"Even if they are recruited, it may not be to lure wolves into the house."

"What the boss said is true." Old Liu nodded anxiously:
"The villain feels that it is better to set up a trap to intercept the refugees as soon as possible. When that time comes, it will be able to resist one or two."

The situation in the city is getting worse and worse, and even they have a sense of urgency.

No one is sure when the riots will come.

But sure,

Before the snow melts, there is bound to be an upheaval.

"Hmm..." Fang Zheng revealed his thoughts, and looked sideways at Liu Qinghuan and his daughters:
"Do you two have any comments?"

"Jin Shu said, you can go to Xieliu Lane." Liu Qinghuan said crisply:
"There are poor people there, and they suffered two refugee attacks, leaving only a mess. People from the White Lotus Sect will definitely not be interested."

"And here..."

"All of them live in wealthy households. Their families have money and, more importantly, food. Those hungry refugees will definitely not let them go."

"You might as well go to Xieliu Lane to take refuge temporarily."

"Ok?"

"what!"

This proposal was unexpected, but after careful consideration, it is indeed very feasible.

And there's another reason.

There are few people in Fangfu!

Even if they sneaked into Xieliu Lane, they would not attract attention, and other big families would not be able to do so.

"But……"

Old Liu looked embarrassed:
"What about the things at home?"

"Things are lost, they can be replaced. People's lives are lost, but nothing is really lost." Fangzheng waved his hands with a faint smile:

"I don't even care, why should you care?"

"so!"

He makes a decision:
"Wu Hai."

"exist."

"You take Li San and go to Xieliu Lane to see the situation at dawn."

"Yes."

"Old Liu."

"exist."

"Take a few of them to tidy up the carriage in the backyard. If this plan is feasible, we must bring food as much as possible, and we must not be hungry."

"Yes."

"You two girls." Fang Zheng looked at Jin Shu and Liu Qinghuan.

"Mr. Fang." Jin Shu said:
"Just give orders if you have anything to do."

"Clothes, cloth, etc., I will trouble the two of you to help." Fang Zheng looked at Old Liu's daughter and said with a smile:
"Girl, take the two sisters to the back."

"Yes." Old Liu's daughter responded crisply:
"Sister, come with me."

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Three days later.

"It's getting worse and worse."

Wu Hai rubbed his hands together, his face full of anxiety:
"Today I disguised myself and went to the refugee area. People from the Wenxiang Sect over there were serving porridge. It was thick porridge. They said that there might be no more in the future."

What do refugees who have enough to eat and drink but no next meal do?
Think about it and you can guess.

"Even if the refugees died in the night of the riot, they would not be willing to starve to death in vain." Jin Shu said slowly:
"Everyone knows that the grain piled up in the warehouses of wealthy people in the city is more than enough to feed the people in the city for a year."

"But they just don't want to take it out."

"Greed is not enough to swallow an elephant, it will only eat its own fruit..."

"Miss Jinshu." Old Liu said:
"My boss is not the kind of hoarder."

"Yes." Jin Shuyin said with a smile:
"Mr. Fang is naturally different from others."

"It's not just refugees." Wu Hai raised his head and said:
"There are some people in the West Market who obviously don't lack food, but the situation is a little bit wrong. I'm afraid they want to take advantage of the fire to get rich overnight."

"This..." Old Liu was stunned:
"Are they crazy?"

The riot is imminent, instead of trying to avoid it far away, I want to fan the flames instead.

"There are quite a few people like this." Liu Qinghuan pursed her lips:

"It's always been a lot."

"It's getting late." Fang Zheng stood in the courtyard with his hands behind his back, looked at the gradually darkening sky, turned around slowly and said:
"lets go."

"Yes."

Everyone should be.

…………

In the past few days, they had already planned the path to Xieliu Lane, and they chose paths that were usually deserted, so they would not attract attention.

The night was dark.

no wind,

There was a dead silence in the city.

A group of more than ten people from Fangfu came out from behind, pulled three unremarkable wheelbarrows, and entered a narrow alley without sound.

"Da da……"

"crunch...crunch..."

The sound of footsteps and rut turning is smooth and orderly.

There are also refugees in the alleys.

They squatted at the base of the wall, their eyes dull, like lifeless clay sculptures, and they didn't respond to the crowd walking by.

"boom!"

distance,

There was a sudden roar.

Everyone froze and looked at each other.

"Bros!"

A growl followed:

"Starving to death is death, and fighting is also death. Since it is death anyway, why not pull a few backs and follow me forward!"

"The grain in the Ren family's warehouse piled up into mountains, and the gold and silver treasures piled up one box after another." Another voice sounded:
"Rush in, share food, gold and silver!"

"The grain in the yamen's granary would rather feed the mice than starve our stomachs. How many wives and children have died, why not fight!"

"Come on!"

"Hit the rich and divide the property!"

"..."

The chaotic sound became louder and louder, and gradually became deafening, and there were more flames in the city, illuminating the darkness of the night.

It gave birth to an inexplicable restlessness.

In the corner of the house, in the ruins, and in the mud, one by one refugees slowly raised their heads, their dead eyes gradually shone with a ferocious coldness, and they stood up.

Figures appeared from every corner of Gu'an County, looking towards the area where the wealthy households in the city were located.

West Market.

A group of people screamed and rushed into the shops, and started smashing, burning and looting.

confusion,

It is spreading at an unstoppable speed, and the core of the chaos is the area where the wealthy households and merchants in the city headed by the Yamen are located.

"Gulu..." Lao Liu's throat rolled and his thighs trembled.

"Walk."

Fangzheng said in a muffled voice:
"Don't stop."

The convoy moved on.

"call……"

The refugees on both sides rushed up suddenly, reaching out to pull out the things on the wheelbarrow.

"Go away!"

Wu Hai, Li San and others stepped forward to stop the refugees, suppressed the resistance by relying on their sturdy bodies, and threw them into a corner.

"If you have the ability to find a real rich man, don't mess with us!"

"Pooh!"

"Come on."

"Ignore them."

The convoy speeded up and rushed towards Xieliu Lane. The path they chose had fewer people, and the further they went, the farther away they would be from the chaos.

Gradually,
The destination is already visible.

"Ok?"

Fangzheng's eyebrows moved slightly, and he turned over and jumped onto the wall on one side.

"Master." Wu Hai looked up:
"what happened?"

"I met a group of people I've been looking for." Fangzheng waved his hand:
"You go first, I will come as soon as I go."

"Then..." Wu Hai hesitated for a moment, then nodded:

"Boss, be careful."

Before he finished speaking, Fang Zheng on the wall had disappeared.

Blue Wolf Gang!
There are people from the Blue Wolf Gang in the city?

Didn't they go to Changtu Mansion?

Is it possible...

Back again?

Fangzheng did not forget that the one who killed his uncle was Hu Yanting, the seventh leader of the Qinglang Gang, and now that he found the clue, he couldn't let it go.

(End of this chapter)