one person's life

Chapter 145 Dream... Bizarre Adventure on the Train

What is even more rare about Feng Zhenghao is that he has made Tianxia Group stronger and stronger by himself, until now it has become the leading industry in Jingu. This is already a fortune that makes many sects jealous.

Tang Muzhi was a disciple of the Tang Sect, so Feng Zhenghao naturally did not dare to woo her rashly; but October Flower did mention it to Tang Muzhi, and Luo Youhua told her these things in the hotel.

Today's Tianxia Group has not yet broken away from the alien forces. Many of the management are also experts in the industry attracted by Feng Zhenghao. In fact, they do not understand business matters, so Tianxiahui and Tianxia Group must establish a clear boundary. is extremely necessary.

Thinking about how after a few years of hard work, an organization that was not inferior to a traditional organization like Zhengyi Quanzhen could stand so proudly in the world, Tang Muzhi couldn't help but admire people like Feng Zhenghao.

The entire force is pulled together by wealth, which sometimes makes people more obedient than other empty promises.

The path Tang Sect is taking now is really not easy, a martial arts school?It won't last a few years.However, Yang Lie and others' current idea is to take care of worldly affairs and allow the disciples in the sect to practice their homework and other professional skills in peace.

Hazy mist, Cangshan Mountain and Erhai Lake, Jade Dragon Snow Summit, blue sky and clear water, continuous lush greenery, different branches startling magpies, sun setting, dusk, shadows, stars rising...

The train passed through Dali and followed the Yalong River back to LSYZ Zhizhou. Feng Zhenghao and Luo Youhua had to change trains in Heilongtan Town and said goodbye. Tang Muzhi had to spend the next night by himself.

Tang Muzhi put his long hair to one side and looked out through the rain-stained window. He didn't calculate where the time had gone. He just felt that it was late at night and the carriage was quiet. He could hear the wheels of the train grinding against each other. There was a "dong dong" sound on the ground, and layers of vibrations were transmitted from the frame and seat to the whole body, which made him completely relaxed.

Tang Muzhi could no longer resist the sleepiness that came like a tide. He closed his eyes, and his consciousness gradually floated through the cold steel frame to the outside of the car.

……

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"This……"

After an unknown amount of time, Tang Muzhi woke up drowsily. It was already early morning. He glanced upward and suddenly found that his luggage was empty.

"Stolen?" Tang Muzhi stood up and looked around. There were still many people left in the carriage. There was a snakeskin bag placed on the place where he originally placed his luggage. It looked heavy.

Tang Mu subconsciously stretched out his hand to move. An old man wearing a Chinese tunic suit with a wrinkled face suddenly rushed up and put the bag inside.

"..."

Tang Muzhi looked at the wary old man, his nose twitching. The smell in the carriage was very mixed, and there seemed to be a pungent smell emanating from the snakeskin bag.

Then he walked around and washed his face. It took him a long time to accept the fact that his luggage was stolen. He ran his hands up and down his body. Fortunately, nothing else was lost, and his cell phone and train ticket stub were still there.

"How much sleep did I have... This is going to be a bit troublesome."

He didn't have much luggage, and the cash in it wasn't too much of a problem, but the security checks on the trains weren't strict these days, so he brought all the things like a guy from Tangmen eating with him, and there were hidden threads and stuff inside. There are some poisons and bright weapons. If someone uses these things to commit crimes in the future, the Tang Sect will be in trouble.

Tang Muzhi looked at the time. He fell asleep unconsciously at midnight last night. About four hours had passed. He checked the timetable and found that there were no stops during this period. The next stop was Chengdu. He had to check it out before getting off the bus. The luggage was found.

After searching the carriage to no avail, Tang Muzhi was not sure whether the thief had thrown his luggage down on the way. After all, gangs committed crimes from time to time. A group of people would steal something and then throw the bag away at a specific time. It's not surprising that he left it behind and asked the rest of the gang to look for it outside in advance.

The situation suddenly became not optimistic. The train was about to arrive in Chengdu. Tang Muzhi sat on his seat with his legs crossed and thought carefully.

He thought to himself that he was an alchemist with extraordinary senses, but he didn't believe that he had no consciousness at all when he fell asleep. He closed his eyes and didn't think about anything. His consciousness abdicated, and the surrounding environment suddenly became pure.

In this era, if you travel in a group and take a train, many people will still take turns to look at their luggage in order to prevent thieves. I'm afraid there will be no one like Tang Muzhi, who is so arrogant and careless about his talents and throws away his luggage to sleep alone... In short, in the carriage now, Since they most likely didn't sleep last night, they knew they couldn't tell anything.

Few people are busy on the train, even if you encounter a thief stealing something, you may not dare to tell, after all, if someone has a knife in his hand.

Without direct contact, Tang Muzhi focused on a middle-aged man who was sleeping deeply, empathized with him, and then talked to his subconscious.

"Did any thieves steal anything last night?"

"……Have."

"What does that thief look like?"

Tang Muzhi learned the appearance of the man from his feedback and "witnessed" the entire process of stealing his luggage.

The man who stole the luggage was very young, in his late teens or early 20s, with a thin build and wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses. Tang Muzhi looked a little familiar. He must have met him several times on the train. It seemed that he had been targeted for a long time. .

Knowing the whole story, Tang Muzhi felt the middle-aged man's attitude towards him and couldn't help sighing.

Although I slept very comfortably last night, it was too careless and stupid!Those who witnessed this must have thought the same thing.

After exiting the state of empathy, the middle-aged man muttered something and then calmed down, while Tang Muzhi went to catch the thief in another carriage.

Now that he has arrived in Rongcheng, he will arrive at the station in about half an hour. The time is still very tight. The carriage where Tang Mu is located is in the middle, and it is relatively crowded. He has to look for it at the back by feeling.

The passengers only saw a lame, long-haired young man with nothing in his hands, walking past one carriage after another. His eyes were gentle and slightly cold, like clear and cold spring water in the dog days of summer. People are refreshing but can't figure it out.

In this situation, Tang Muzhi didn't have to use his eyesight. He only had to scan a car to see if there was what he wanted... Fortunately, the bad luck from his last action did not catch up with the train he was riding. After two carriages, he met the young man who had stolen his luggage. Tang Muzhi's tall body blocked the carriage door.

Tang Muzhi saw the young man startled for a moment, the frames of his big black glasses trembling, and cold sweat visibly breaking out on his head. He must have seen the contents of the backpack.

This little thief had a very good psychological quality. He pretended to be nonchalant and said "borrow it" before trying to slip through the gap. Tang Muzhi stood still and stared at him condescendingly.

The young man's heart went crazy when he stared at him, and he unconsciously put his hand into his arms.

Tang Muzhi grabbed his wrist one step ahead of him, and two ordinary energies emerged from his thumb and index finger, rushing into his acupuncture points, making his whole body numb and unable to move. "you……"

The man with the eyes turned pale, and he felt Tang Muzhi's hand tightening around his wrist like a steel bar, the strength reaching to the bone!
"Where's the stuff?"

Tang Muzhi stretched out his left hand and reached into his pocket to take out the business stick very naturally. His movements were so smooth and smooth that no one around them noticed anything strange about the two of them.

"exist……"

In fact, he didn't need to say it. With empathy, Tang Muzhi already knew the answer. He took back his business card, looked at the little thief's crotch, and then said in his ear:

"After you get off the bus, spread out the money you sewed in your crotch, and then find a regular business owner."

After saying that, Tang Muzhi turned around and left, leaving the little thief with a pale face and a chill all over.

……

Tang Muzhi's bag was placed under the water tank of the previous car, covered by two layers of army green woven bags, and sealed tightly with tape.

Without opening the thick packaging, Tang Muzhi shook off the dust and carried it back to the original carriage.

The train was about to arrive at the station, and his seat was occupied by someone else's luggage, so he had to stand for a while. A construction worker in camouflage uniform noticed his lameness and offered his seat. Tang Muzhi thanked him and politely refused.

The train stopped after driving slowly for a quarter of an hour. The terminal of this train was Xi'an, and Chengdu was a major station. People who got on the train were pouring in again. Tang Muzhi was about to step out of the carriage, but he realized that he had been guarding the train with his hands. The old man in the Chinese tunic suit who lived in the snakeskin bag took out a box of matches from his pocket, and after wiping it, he stretched out his hand and poked the flames into the snakeskin bag!

"hiss……"

Tang Muzhi felt his scalp numb. He had actually paid special attention when he smelled the strange smell before. The snakeskin bag contained the kind of detonator used to blow up mountains!
Why wasn't it stopped?
These days, you can’t expect any results from the just-started legal education work. It’s normal for a construction worker on a construction site to put two detonators between books and go home to repair a house. It’s normal for an aunt to bring sulfuric acid in a thermos cup to wash the toilet when she goes home... Besides, Tang Mu Zhi planned to look for the conductor after getting off the car, but he didn't know that something would happen now.

Tang Muzhi swallowed his saliva. There were countless detonators in this bag. If it detonated, it would be best if it didn't affect other carriages, but at least a dozen people would die!
The situation was urgent, and Tang Mu gained wisdom from his desperation, quickly activated his empathy, and tried his best to relieve the sleepiness he felt before going to bed.

He is a cultivator and has suffered a lot of loneliness and tastelessness in the interior scenes. He can withstand primitive desires such as sleepiness and hunger. However, ordinary people are obviously unable to adapt to the impact of such strong primitive desires. The eyes of the old man in Mao suit are blurred. For a while, he didn't come back to his senses until the match went out, and he fell straight down after a while.

This move attracted the attention of the passengers who got on and off the train. There were few young people in this carriage, and the people who got off the train did not dare to delay. They could only watch the eleven or twelve-year-old girl running over. She had just got on. car.

Tang Muzhi went back against the crowd, helped the snoring old man up with one hand, grabbed the woven bag and snakeskin bag with the other, and hurriedly got out of the car.

"There is an old man who fainted here..."

As soon as he got out of the carriage, he heard several people communicating with the conductor standing outside. Tang Muzhi hurriedly signaled and helped the old man and a conductor along the way to a more secluded part of the station.

"Call the police quickly. This old man is okay. He just wanted to blow up the train. There is a detonator in this bag."

Tang Muzhi said something quickly in the ear of the conductor, and left out of the blind spot of her vision. Before leaving, he took away the matches and sharp tools from the old man.

The conductor looked back in horror, only to find that the young man with a heroic face had disappeared.

She was quite courageous, and she opened the snakeskin bag directly, revealing the detonators bundled into a ball like fireworks and cannons.

"Get a hammer..."

……

Seeing the ambulance and the police arriving in a square shape that resembled a bus, Tang Muzhi walked towards Tang Can's car with confidence.

"Hey, what's going on...Uncle Master, isn't this caused by you?" Tang Can asked curiously.

"Do I like to cause trouble that much?" Tang Muzhi tore off the woven bag and threw it into the trash can, then got into the passenger seat.

"Except for the door manager and those few gentlemen, no one in our sect has ever dealt with Nadutong. They specialize in dealing with troublesome matters. Look, how many times have you cooperated with them?"

Tang Muzhi explained the situation on the train, and Tang Can told him that he was in danger, then started the ignition, kicked the accelerator and returned to Guan County without stopping.

Walking northwest from Wuhou District in Rongcheng, he met many Taoist priests in simple clothes walking together. Tang Muzhi thought for a while and asked casually as he didn't know why.

"In the past few days...it seems to be the birthday of Doumu Yuanjun or someone? Are there any activities for the Taoist priests in Mount Qingcheng?"

As we went up the mountain, the news of Tie Fangshan's death spread throughout the Tang family. Everyone in the Tang family had already purchased raw linen mourning clothes and white silk, and now they were waiting for the body to be delivered.

Tang Can parked the car far away from the school, got out of the car, and said, "The headmaster has called the doctor. You go to treat the injury first. Master Tie's funeral can be held tomorrow."

Tang Muzhi nodded, bypassed the hurried crowd, and went straight to the infirmary of the Tangmen Martial Arts School.

There are many doctors in the sect, both from the inner sect and the outer sect. The one who is mainly responsible for treating Tang Muzhi this time is Dr. Sun from the outer sect. He is over 70 years old. His ancestor is the famous medicine king Sun Simiao. He is absolutely expert in the field of medicine that he specializes in. He can be regarded as a national expert, and his surgical skills are also very advanced. He has brought out the next generation of doctors in the Tang Sect.

It is said that many years ago, Dr. Sun was young and frivolous. He made a bet with others and vowed to cure the poisonous elixir. After that, he also formed a series of fates with Yang Lie and others. In the end, he chose to join the Tang Sect and try to practice cultivation on his own. Find a way to crack it.

One of his daughters was also married to an inner disciple of the Tang Sect in an arranged marriage. His daughter and son-in-law's life after marriage was not very good. They both had a daughter named Tang Yu when they were both in their 30s.

Tang Yu is still young and lives with her parents in Chengdu, but she has already shown her innate talent. When she reaches the age, she will inevitably embark on this cruel path of assassination.

"Kunlun Sword Immortal Sect, body and sword are integrated into one..." Doctor Sun asked his apprentice to remove the thin thread on Tang Muzhi's ankle, and then understood the situation with him.

(End of this chapter)