Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 86 New Signboard
The next day, at the Yangtze River ferry, the four people from the Tang Clan and the Fulin Clan from outside the Great Wall also came to the ferry to see Wang Yi off.

After all, for the Tang Sect, the chief master of the Tang Sect came out to keep an eye on the three disciples who left the mountain and prevent them from causing any trouble outside. The reason why the Fulin Sect traveled across mountains and rivers from outside the pass was nothing more than to recover the stolen jade seal.

It's just that the two of them met Wang Yi by chance in the county town, and were temporarily entangled because of a Quan Xing disciple, a former traitor of the Tang Sect.

Now that the cause and effect have been resolved, it is time to say goodbye to this chance encounter.

"Everyone, I cannot thank you enough for your kindness. If you have time to come to the border area, please go to Jianghu Inn and let me know. No matter where you are, I, Fu, will be there."

"Mr. Fu, you should give this favor to Brother Wang. We, the Tang Sect, are helping you just to settle the last cause and effect of the traitor Tang Yi before his death. Otherwise, if there is business coming to you, it will be difficult for us, the Tang Sect, to handle it. It is better to repay you in advance. If we really have to fight in the future, neither you nor I will have to hold back and add to our regrets."

The eldest master Tang Jiaren said some cold words with a smile, giving Fulinmen a shot of prevention in advance.

"Master, I understand the rules of your Tang Sect. If such a day ever comes, I will certainly not hold back, but my thanks to you are from the bottom of my heart."

After all, they were from a family of warriors, and they were not angry at what the master said.

After a round of farewell greetings, Fulinmen clasped his fists towards Wang Yi and the four people from the Tang Clan, then took the lost jade seal and turned to leave in another direction.

Now that we have crossed the Yangtze River, we no longer need ferries as a means of transportation to reach the outside of the Great Wall. Horse-drawn carriages and railways become the next topics.

After seeing one person off, Wang Yi and the Tang Clan members were the only ones left at the ferry pier. Looking at these Tang Clan members who would face the national crisis together in the future, Wang Yi didn't say much.

I have already done the Tang Clan a favor by means of the previous competition. At that time, the Tang Clan can refuse all the help from other sects, but since I have come to help with this favor, I think the Tang Clan leader will not say anything.

"We'll meet again in the mountains and rivers, take care, everyone."

"Take care" is the greatest blessing Wang Yi can give to the Tang Clan.

After that, Wang Yi turned around and boarded the passenger ship, waiting for the ship to carry him to the other side.

The four people from the Tang Sect stayed at the dock, watching the passenger ship leave the shore. The eldest master, Tang Jiaren, turned around with a warm smile and looked at the three disciples who had asked him to make a special trip from such a long distance.

"After returning to the mountain gate, go find the elders to receive punishment."

"Yes, sir."

"Let's go. There are plenty of opportunities to meet this person in this world."

On the deck of the cruise ship, Wang Yi finally relaxed. Looking at the scenery on both sides of the strait, his mind was full of thoughts.

"I didn't expect that the so-called boy's fate could be expressed in this way. Well, the world is so big, and the term boy's fate is only called that here in our hometown. There is no rule that only people with the boy's fate can be born in one's family. Think about it this way, wouldn't JOJO of a few decades later be the alternative description of the alien circle by the old demon Araki? Could he, the old demon Araki, just happen to be a person with the boy's fate?
Oh, yes, I remember there is a college similar to Hogwarts in the West. Tsk... If I hadn't been born in this chaotic world, I would really like to go out and see it. However, it's not that there is no chance..."

Wang Yi leaned on the railing, closed his eyes, enjoyed the breeze blowing from both sides of the river, and listened to the sound of monkeys.
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Two days later, in Xiangtan County, Liuji Lantern Shop.

Boss Liu, who lives in a corner of the county town, still hangs lanterns in the backyard as usual and gets along well with his neighbors on weekdays. No one would have thought that this middle-aged man in his forties with a bookish face would be the much-desired disciple of Quan Xing.

But if you knew what this person did with this skill of bone shaping and skin painting, you would probably understand it.

What this guy did is like opening a gun store on the street without permission. Anyone can buy a gun as long as they have enough money, and he doesn't care what people buy the gun for.

It's okay to use it for self-defense or to gather intelligence, but if you use it to kill someone, you can't expect the victim not to vent his anger on you. That's unacceptable.

But this guy just enjoys doing this, and he has to hide in another place all the time, for fear that the victim will come to him to settle the score. But this time, he can't hide.

In the backyard of Liu's Lantern Shop, Wang Yi had already found the residence of the dough maker Liu according to the address and was standing in front of him.

Liu, the dough artist who was busy with his work, stopped his work and looked at Wang Yi standing in front of him. He did not show any panic as if his enemy had come to seek revenge.

The good thing about Quanxing’s disciples is that from the moment they publicly declare that they have joined Quanxing, they are prepared to kill and be killed. They take responsibility for the sins they have committed and will not blame others.

"Quan Xing, noodle maker Liu, Master Liu, right?"

"I'm."

"Well, then I didn't find the wrong person."

Wang nodded, and then raised his hand. Liu, the dough man, who had no intention of waiting to die, didn't have time to fight back and escape. He felt dizzy, and then his eyes went black, and he fell to the ground unconscious.

An hour later, Wang Yi left Liu's Lantern Shop carrying the tightly wrapped dough figurine Liu. Before leaving, he was kind enough to hang a sign at the lantern shop saying: The owner has something to do and will be going on a long journey.

As for how much effect this signboard can have, Wang Yi didn't know, but he had already packed up all the valuable items on the lantern and the gold and silver hidden by Master Liu, along with the dough man Liu who was knocked unconscious by him. Forget about the land, since Liu the dough man was rented anyway.

The whole process went smoothly. After carrying the dough man Liu and staying in the county inn for another day, Wang Yi went to the ferry with the harvest of his long journey, took the ferry all the way to Pudong, and then took the train to Beijing from Pudong.

This long journey, including the round trip and the interlude of retrieving the imperial seal and besieging and killing the foreign boy and strange man, took a month. Wang Yi finally returned to the capital with his gains.

Naturally, Wang Yi's return was noticed by some people with ulterior motives. Or, to put it another way, ever since Wang Yi entered the capital and wiped out a branch of a cult and took over the other party's territory, every move of Wang Yi, this fierce dragon crossing the river, has been noticed by some people with ulterior motives.

Some people want to wait and see, some want to win over, and some want to get rid of.

The fact that this person was going on a long journey before he had even had time to warm up his territory attracted a lot of attention.

However, when Wang Yi, who had left Beijing alone, came back with a fifty-year-old man by his side, those who had been secretly watching Wang Yi's every move were also confused, wondering what role this fifty-year-old man beside Wang Yi played.

However, given that everyone already knew Wang Yi's life clearly, most people thought that this might be another kind-hearted person who helped Wang Yi when he was struggling in the underworld.

After all, there is the example of Mr. Qin in the capital, a man who sold his property and worked hard to build the country, but was tortured by the world and almost lost everything, leaving him alone.

But with the arrival of Wang Yi, the fierce dragon from across the river, the old man got better, and his friends, including Fourth Master Chang, Manager Wang of Yutai Teahouse, and Second Master Song, all started to live better.

This move is a plus in the eyes of many interested people in Beijing.

At least they know that Wang Yi is a man who will repay a favor, and they can be very trustworthy to have such a person as a friend.

"Master Liu, the house in front is the one I just took down not long ago. You just need to bear with the hardship for a while and stay here. Don't even think about using your tricks. With me here, you won't be able to do anything."

Getting off the rickshaw, Wang Yi said with a smile to the fifty-year-old man next to him.

"Humph! The old Ghost Hand King is really lucky to have found a young man like you as his successor. Your methods and actions really have some of Quan Xing's shadow."

The fifty-year-old man next to Wang Yi was naturally the biggest gain of his long journey. He was Liu, a member of the Quan Xing sect who was able to mold bones and paint skin.

In order to avoid being recognized, Wang Yi forced this man to change his appearance by means of bone-crushing and skin-painting, and then injected magnetic field Qi into his body, making his Qi unable to function normally. He could only maintain this appearance temporarily, as a little old man with a relatively strong body.

As for why Master Liu was so obedient and cooperated with Wang Yi, it was not because he was afraid of death, but because Wang Yi grasped his weakness.

"Master Liu, you don't want your craft to be lost, do you?"

With just this simple sentence, Liu the dough man had to admit defeat and behave himself.

Because in essence this guy is the same as his first master, Ghost Hand King. He knows how many bad things he has done as a disciple of Quanxing, and it is normal for him to be beheaded one day.

Death is not scary for people like them. What is scary is that when they die, there is no one around to take over their skills. The skills passed down for generations are broken in their hands, and that is the greatest sin.

Moreover, like the Ghost Hand King, Liu the Dough Man does not want Quan Xing to be his successor. Therefore, in Quan Xing, this skill of bone molding and skin painting is unique and unparalleled.

So he could only accept defeat and let Wang Yi take him to the capital, but his words also revealed his jealousy towards his deceased fellow disciple, Ghost Hand King.

There's nothing we can do about it. Who asked him to accept such a good successor? Even in Quanxing, Wang Yi's name is a topic of conversation among people after dinner.

But ever since the last time Wang Yi single-handedly killed more than 20 Quanxing disciples who were surrounding him, no Quanxing disciple dared to go looking for trouble with Wang Yi at the cost of his life, and they could only gossip about him behind his back.

"As the saying goes, bad things come to those who keep company with me. I have been following my master around for so long that I have learned some bad things from him. Oh, we are here, Master Liu. It's just right. I have something to ask you. Can you please come in first and then...?"

Wang Yi said with a smile, pushing Liu, a dough figurine disguised as a fifty-year-old man, towards his house. However, he realized the problem halfway through his words.

Because there was a new signboard on the door of the house he had conquered, with four big characters written on it: Sichengjiao Bank.

(End of this chapter)