I'm obviously practicing martial arts, how come I have magical powers?

Chapter 59 Fishing Boat
Afterwards, Song Lingzi pestered Qin Yang and asked many questions.

For example, are there any clues in the details of his facial expressions and movements?

Qin Yang also answered Song Lingzi's questions seriously, and then he left with satisfaction.

"Qin Yang, this is the character of the spiritual master, very weird."

"This Song Lingzi is pretty good, not that unreasonable."

Zhang Zhao smiled bitterly.

This is also the reason why ordinary people don’t want to deal with spiritual masters.

The other party's ideas are so bizarre that it's hard to guess what the other party is thinking.

"I think he's quite funny, and he doesn't mean any harm."

Qin Yang smiled.

Zhang Zhao was stunned and shook his head slightly: "Then you are also a freak."

After the two exchanged a few more polite words, Zhang Zhao said goodbye and left.

Qin Yang took his identity token and went to the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

There was no need to report before leaving the Sky Patrol Division, but he didn't know where the Sky Patrol Division was near Shanhe City and needed to ask.

Someone from the Ministry of Internal Affairs showed Qin Yang a map directly.

It turns out that the Tianxun Division is located in the Yunyang Mountains east of Shanhe City, about half an hour away.

The Ministry of Internal Affairs even wanted to provide Qin Yang with a fast horse round trip, but Qin Yang refused.

His flying swallow steps are perfect, his energy is flowing endlessly, and his speed is faster than horses.

According to the map index, Qin Yang left the Tianxuan Division and rushed towards Shanhe City.

After returning to the mansion, he explained the good things to Qian Hai and Xiao Huan, and purchased some medicinal materials. In the evening, Qin Yang returned to the Tianxun Division.

In the following time, Qin Yang was familiar with the situation of Xuntian Division while practicing martial arts hard.

The sky gradually darkened, and the afterglow of the setting sun fell on the calm river, as red as blood.

Zhao Hai is an old fisherman who has been working for more than 20 years.

He has been fishing with his father since he was a child. He is weathered, lean and dark. He is obviously less than forty years old, but he looks like an old man in his sixties.

"Drag this last piece of fishing net up and call it a day."

"I don't know why the harvest has been so poor recently. There are only a few small fish and shrimps in one day. If this continues, I can't even support my family. Is it because I didn't worship Suicune?"

"No. I must burn incense for Suicune tomorrow."

Zhao Hai was thinking about worshiping gods, and his hands were not idle as he kept closing the net. ,

According to legend, Suicune is the god who controls the waters of the Beijiang River. All people who make a living on the Beijiang River will worship Suicune.

"Well, why did the fishing net suddenly become so heavy?"

"Did you come here to find a big deal?!"

Zhao Hai was overjoyed and gave a low shout. His two dark and strong arms quickly used force to pull up the fishing net.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Zhao Hai worked hard, gritted his teeth, and almost broke his waist, and finally fished out the fishing net.

But when he saw what was in the fishing net, he was scared out of his wits.

That was a corpse!
"This this."

Zhao Hai has been a fisherman for so many years, and this is the first time he has encountered such a situation like salvaging a corpse.

He just felt extremely unlucky in his heart.

Beijiang is so big that people often slip and fall into the water or commit suicide by jumping into the river.

He had heard of this kind of thing many times, but he didn't expect to encounter it this time.

The corpse was on its back, wearing shabby linen clothes, and its body was wrapped with water plants. The body was not too badly decomposed, so it should not have been dead for long.

For a while.

Zhao Hai was at a loss.

He originally wanted to transport the body to the shore and then call the officials to come and deal with it.

Suddenly, he thought of what an old man in the village often said.

If a body is found in the river, it must be thrown out.

Otherwise, you will become the scapegoat of that corpse and be drowned in the water.

For a while.

Zhao Hai was so frightened that chills ran down his spine.

No matter how he looked at it now, he felt like he was going to be the scapegoat.

"no!"

"I don't want to be a scapegoat!"

Zhao Hai gritted his teeth and quickly untied the fishing net, intending to throw the body down.

The corpse was so heavy that Zhao Hai used all his strength to throw it out of the fishing boat!

There was a pop.

There was a lot of splashing. At this moment.

Zhao Hai trembled all over and his legs trembled crazily.

He saw what the corpse looked like.

This was the first time he saw a corpse.

This look was all too familiar to him.

It's him!

"How could it be me!"

"Could it be that I really became a scapegoat?!"

Zhao Hai was so frightened that he could not speak coherently. He kept talking and his palms kept sweating.

"do not care!"

"Go ashore first, and then go burn incense for Suicune!"

Zhao Hai picked up the pennies and was about to hold the fishing boat back towards the fishing village.

Sudden.

He felt the fishing boat sink.

It seems like something heavy is weighing on the fishing boat!
Zhao Hai subconsciously looked back.

! ! ! !
The body he threw into the water suddenly appeared on the fishing boat again!

"It's over!"

"I'm really a scapegoat!"

Zhao Hai's mind went blank!
"what!!!"

Not long after, a very miserable cry came from the Beijiang River.

"Qin Yang, how did you develop your physique?"

"I wish I had muscles like yours."

"Junior sister Yun Ling might like me."

In the small courtyard.

The pale Song Lingzi was still hanging on the tree with envious eyes.

Qin Yang, naked and strong, was practicing the Thunder Palm in the courtyard.

He didn't seem to hear Song Lingzi's words. He clapped his palms quickly, forming palm shadows all over the sky, and sounded a dull thunderous sound.

Qin Yang suddenly flashed in front of Song Lingzi and struck out with a thunderous palm.

The air surges wildly.

He showed no mercy at all and hit Song Lingzi directly in the face.

bang~
The moment his palm hit Song Lingzi.

A hissing sound.

Song Lingzi turned into a piece of wood and was beaten to pieces by Qin Yang.

"You guy, you have to fight with me every time you come here!"

Song Lingzi appeared strangely behind Qin Yang, shaking his head silently.

"Is this a puppet art or an illusion?"

Qin Yang asked curiously.

In the past half month, he and Song Lingzi have become good friends, knowing that the other party is best at puppetry and illusion.

"Of course it's the puppet technique. I haven't mastered the illusion technique well, and I can't hide it from your eyes."

Song Lingzi shook his head.

"On the night of the previous assessment, you must have also used the puppet technique."

Qin Yang said softly.

"Of course. That's the evil spirit that I finally trained with the Death Qi and Yin Qi sacrifices. In the end, you guys beat them all to death." Song Lingzi felt very depressed when he mentioned this matter.

"You spiritual masters can still cultivate evil spirits." Qin Yang was stunned.

"Of course. Some perverts will even train themselves to become evil spirits in exchange for powerful power."

"The spiritual masters are just a bunch of lunatics anyway."

Song Lingzi complained.

"Aren't you the same?" Qin Yang rolled his eyes.

"Master Dao is different!"

"Master Tao is a man who wants to become an immortal. How could he be crazy?"

Song Lingzi sneered.

Qin Yang shook his head, really planning to continue practicing.

A guard from the Tianxun Division came in.

(End of this chapter)