Bring some shock to the world of cultivating immortals

"If it were me in the past, maybe I would have declined."

Zhou Li let out a long sigh, sat on the Grand Master's chair, and said melancholy: "When did it become like this?"

"No, bro, why have your speaking habits changed?"

Tang Wan on the side said puzzledly.

"No, you don't understand."

Zhou Li looked at the huge red barrier above his head and said slowly: "The day does not understand the darkness of the night. This time, I am going to change my style."

"Beast changed to livestock?"

Tang Wan calmly made her suggestion and was subsequently beaten by Zhou Li.

"No, I've got a whole new idea."

Zhou Li put his knee on Tang Guan's back, without using too much force, and analyzed calmly: "Hesitation will lead to defeat. How many opportunities are fleeting. This time is not like Taiying. We have sufficient reaction time and Be prepared. It can be said that we are the ones who are bad.”

"Yes."

Zhuge Qing on the side said with emotion: "We have prepared for Taiying at least four or five months in advance, and Taiying also has our own help. Now it seems that the water in Anshan City is far turbid than we thought."

"Two styles."

Zhou Liti slid the tea cup, squinted his eyes, and said softly:
"In Taiying, conspiracies and tricks are just side effects, and the real confrontation is still taking place under the sun. Both the King of Han and the Golden Snake Lady are trying to overwhelm everything with conspiracy. But Anshan is different. Han Shizhong is obviously hiding something. , deliberately putting us on the opposite side of Huang Silang, and Huang Silang’s methods are also weird, and there is a high probability that he will not become our ally.”

"So, Zhou Li, there are other reasons why you stay here, right?"

Tang Wan quickly realized something and said, "You don't believe Han Shizhong at all."

"Yes."

Zhou Li nodded and said meaningfully: "Huang Silang may not be a good guy, but Han Shizhong is even more untrustworthy. Just the fact that he didn't explain the existence of the Painted Skin Sect to me is enough for me to doubt him."

"Painted Skin Teaching..."

Zhuge Qing on the side had his arms crossed and his green robe was particularly conspicuous under the red clouds. Her green-white fingertips tapped her arm lightly, her eyes slightly lowered, and she said softly: "If the Painted Skin Cult gets involved, many things will go wrong."

"So, neither party can be trusted."

Stretching out his hand, Zhou Li raised a finger and said, "The best lie is the truth. Therefore, I believe that Huang Silang is most likely selling zombie slaves, and his zombie slaves are also likely to have bad origins. But Han Shizhong himself does not What kind of trouble would it be? If he said that he wanted to strangle Huang Silang to death, there would be a possibility of murder and silence. "

"You mean, Han Shizhong might also have used zombie slaves?"

Xu Xuan was stunned.

"The Fan family opened a casino to play games secretly, and it definitely harmed more people than a few zombie slaves. The Zhao family has so much money and money that even the county government is jealous. And you really think that zombie slaves are so shameless. Will things make more money than stable human slaves?”

Zhou Li looked at the stunned Liu Haizhu and asked, "Brother Haizhu, have you been to Anshan?"

"I...I am from Anshan."

Only then did Liu Haizhu come back to his senses. He had just marveled that Zhou Li came to Anshan for the first time, but he touched the water in Anshan with just a few words. In a sense, he was even clearer than himself.

"What's your impression of this Han Shizhong?"

Zhou Li asked.

"so so."

Scratching his head, Liu Haizhu said with some hesitation: "This Han Shizhong has indeed done a lot of things, including building roads, bridges, wonders, and setting up the Anshan Security Team. People here have a good impression of him. But in fact, as long as you understand Anyone who knows a little will know that Han Shizhong is really greedy. Whether it is the casino brothels of the Fan family or Huang Silang's slave trade, they all have a little bit of human life and black money, but as long as they pay tribute to Han Shizhong, these things will end. It’s over.”

"Originally, this was a very stable industrial chain. The four major families made money and distributed the profits to Han Shizhong. Han Shizhong spent the money in Anshan, which not only improved his political performance but also improved his image. As Anshan developed, the four major families also Make money."

After Zhou Li finished speaking, Xu Xuan, who had been lying on the table, said in a daze: "Huh? Isn't this good?"

"No, that's not good at all."

Shaking his head, Tang Guan on the side said: "The four major families have made money, and Han Shizhong has also made money, so someone will definitely lose. Apart from the four major families in Anshan, there are only ordinary people left, so in the end, it is the common people who lose. "

"The corvee and taxes in Anshan are indeed much higher than in other places."

Nodding, Liu Haizhu smacked his lips and said: "I am repairing a carriage here. A carriage costs ninety coppers and I have to hand over twenty coppers. This is because the government sees me as a monk and exempts me some. And if it is Anshan Ordinary people with household registration must serve at least three months of corvee work every year. But don’t mention it, the corvee workers in Anshan are paid and take care of their food, which is pretty good.”

"so."

Zhou Li narrowed his eyes and said softly: "There are only so many things and so many people, but we are so rich. Do you think this is normal?"

"Mountain God?"

When Zhou Li said this, Tang Wan immediately thought of the poor mountain god who was killed by himself and Zhou Li.

"Not necessarily, it's also possible that Anshan's steel resources are too rich, and the benefits are so high that the city can suck blood from the outside world. This is possible. I just habitually think of the worst in people, you know Yes, I’m a good person.”

After saying something that no one quite understood, Zhou Li took a deep breath and slowly took out the dagger in the picture. He looked at the setting sun outside the window and said slowly: "This time, I am going to change my thinking and play differently."

"What kind of play?"

Xu Xuan asked.

"Brother Haizhu, do you like thinking?"

Zhou Li turned his head, a half-hearted smile appearing on his face.

"That must mean you don't like it."

Waving his hand, Liu Haizhu said decisively: "My master said that it is better for me to use my brain than not to use my brain. At least if I don't use my brain, my feeling is still very accurate."

"So, this time we will change the way we play."

According to common sense, Zhou Li should continue to carry out his conspiracy now, survey the Anshan biogas pool, find the blasting point, and integrate his tactics. But this time, Zhou Li did not make these necessary prerequisites. Instead, he had to make a decision that even Tang Wan had not thought of.

fighting. Fighting at a time that no one expected.

It's night, but there's no silence.

Anshan is like a huge furnace, which not only tempers steel, but also tempers Anshan people. For people in Anshan, a quiet sleep is like a fantasy, almost impossible. Whether it was the vibration of the Anshan furnace maintaining the barrier, or the continuous sound of forging in the iron-making area in the west part of the city, the city lost its quietness at night.

But losing peace is only a worry for those with low legs. This kind of thing is not even a problem for many wealthy men in Anshan. At the entrance of the Zhao Mansion, two men in cotton robes lit up the talismans covering the courtyard wall, feeling the quietness in their ears, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"It has to be in the mansion."

The tall man twisted his neck and said with lingering fear: "A few days ago, I went to the north of the city to get the account book and stayed in that shabby place for two nights. Oops, you don't know. I didn't fall asleep at all for two nights. My ears were full of noise. It’s a clanging sound.”

"Then what are you thinking about?"

The short man waved his hand and said happily: "This set of silent spells in Zhao Mansion cost 150,000 taels of silver just for the talismans, plus the few talismans used to block the mud legs. The entire courtyard wall costs no more than 600,000 taels of silver. This is the first construction fee, and you have to give the talisman masters 10,000 taels of filial piety money every year, otherwise, they won’t care about you.”

"Ten thousand taels, that's a lot."

The tall man pinched a handful of jasmine seeds and exclaimed: "How many years will it take me to earn this?"

"The talisman master can kill people like us by just drawing any talisman. How dare you compare with them?"

The short man leaned against the wall, looking at the group of workers in simple clothes and dusty clothes outside the door, with a disdainful smile on his face, "But we are still better off than these mud-legged people, at least we can just watch The courtyard gate earns more than a dozen taels a month, unlike these guys who can't even save half a copper after working hard for a whole year. "

"Is the salary so low?"

Voices of exclamation sounded.

"Salary? Tell me about wages."

Waving his hand, the short man said disdainfully: "The salary is quite a lot. How much can you keep? If you work harder, you can earn seven or eight taels a month. Is it useless? If you don't want to get gray lung disease, you have to respect us." The steward of the Zhao family, buy some dust-proof cloth to cover your face. If you want to save this money and end up with gray lung disease, you are guaranteed to die in three months."

"Dust-proof cloth? That thing is also profitable."

"You don't care if it makes a profit or not, the government announced that year that our dustproof cloth is the only high-quality product that can be purchased, and the others are fake."

"Is it really a fake?"

"That's definitely not the case. How many processes can go into a broken dustproof cloth? How can something that can be made at home be fake? But if you wear someone else's dustproof cloth and die in the mine under the care of the Zhao family, Doesn’t that mean our Zhao family has to lose money? So, if you don’t buy our Zhao family’s dust-proof cloth, you can’t wear it in the mine, life or death.”

"Hey, then our dustproof cloth is quite expensive."

"It's not expensive, it's a monthly subscription. This is what the eldest daughter of our Zhao family learned from a place called Beiliang. For three taels of silver a month, you can go to the mines with a dustproof cloth. To put it bluntly, this It's just the poor guys in Kana who are trying to get the job done. Even if they know it, what can they do if they can see it? Nine out of ten mines in Anshan are watched by the Zhao family. If they dare not pay, they will get gray lung disease. "

"Oh, then the Zhao family is quite a beast."

"Don't tell me, it's really..."

Suddenly turning his head and looking at the smiling masked man beside him and the tall man who had passed out long ago, the short man's expression changed.

boom.

His shoulders were pressed directly to the ground, and his neck was pressed tightly against his knees. He couldn't breathe even with the slightest amount of force. The short man struggled desperately, but was no match for the masked man.

"Okay, stop struggling. You've understood what's going on from the very beginning when I asked you questions. It's tiring to pretend to be confused when you think you understand, so stop pretending."

The masked man stretched out his hand, patted the Zhao family guard's face, and said with a smile: "If you're pretending, I'll tear off your vagina and stuff it into your vagina."

What a vicious man! ! !
The storm in his heart was stirred up, and the man was extremely frightened at this moment. His teeth chattered and he trembled like chaff, "You, you, who are you, you dare to break into the Zhao family's courtyard, are you crazy? Where is the talisman? Why is the talisman not activated?!"

He took out the dagger and swiped it casually, and a strange trace of silver light appeared in front of the man. He took out the talisman originally placed on the doorway and a piece of wood. The masked man took out the talisman, looked at it, shook his head and said disdainfully:
"This rubbish is worse than a hair drawn by the Taoist priest."

Then, the masked man crushed the talisman, and the pieces of talisman were scattered on the man's head. He looked at the shivering guard who seemed to realize something, grinned, and took out a token.

Jinyiwei.

"Do you like the fun of killing heads?"

the masked man asked friendly.

Although the man doesn't understand what Xiaoxiaole is, Rentou certainly does. Originally he was worried about the power of the Zhao family and planned to kill him without telling anyone, but when he saw Jin Yiwei's waist card, he chose to tell him without death.

Because Jin Yiwei would really beat him to death, he would also take his family with him.

Looking at the man who shook his head repeatedly, a satisfied smile appeared on the face of the masked man. He lifted the other person's collar by the back of his neck, pressed it against the wall beside him, and asked:
"Which courtyard does your Zhao family master live in?"

It's broken, it's for the master.

His heart suddenly trembled, and the man knew that he had encountered the god of plague today. The three words "Jinyiwei" have a very fierce reputation both among the people and the spiritual world, not to mention the Jinyiwei the Zhao family encountered. Thinking about the worst, Jin Yiwei is probably coming to give the Zhao family a head-Cuju competition.

Think the best, and the worst may actually happen.

However, I cannot betray the Zhao family.

As if he had made up his mind, the man raised his head suddenly, and then his face was covered with a pink handkerchief.

"In...in the main room of Qingzhuyuan."

The man seemed to have lost all strength and collapsed at the base of the wall. The masked Jinyiwei seemed to be very satisfied with the result. He clapped his hands, stood up, and asked casually:

"Where's Zhao Yun?"

"The eldest lady... hasn't been back for several years."

The man seemed to have lost his soul and murmured: "She came back from Beiliang a few years ago... She had a big fight with the master... She stayed for a while and then left... She said she was going to Shijiazhuang, Changshan to learn marksmanship. , seek justice for her friend, and never come back.”

The masked man was stunned for a moment, and the joy in his eyes suddenly lost a lot, and became a little more melancholy. He sighed and whispered as if talking to himself:
"Still so stupid."

Glancing at the limp man on the ground, the masked man just asked a few irrelevant questions and then threw them aside. After a moment, he raised his head and looked at the main room of Qingzhuyuan not far away, a bright smile appeared on his face under the mask.

Xin Zhao, you'd better have a famous sword master. (End of chapter)