The road to Jianghu started from the martial arts hall

Chapter 3 Cloth Stick
For a moment, the detectives were all stunned. Fang Xun's breakthrough just now was too sudden. They were only thinking about protecting him and actually forgot about this.

The group hurried to the corpse, and Yan Ming directly took off the black-clad man's veil, revealing a thin face, and the blood from the corner of his mouth had long dried up.

At this time Fang Xun also came to the corpse. When he saw the other person's face, he immediately remembered who it was. The other detectives also realized it after seeing it.

"Xu Qing, the leader of Hutou Mountain, turned out to be this guy. He is at the eleventh level of the acquired realm. There are only twenty or thirty people stronger than him in Sanshui County!"

This time, everyone looked at Fang Xun with shock again.

Fang Xun looked at Xu Qing's body and sneered, "I see. According to the calculation, Master has almost leveled Hutou Mountain. He will be back tomorrow at the latest."

"This stray dog ​​must have received the news in advance and escaped early. He didn't dare to seek revenge on Master, so he came to find me. It just so happens that all the people in his village are here!"

Everyone was still in shock. Fang Xun's master was Wei Lin, a ninth-rank inspector of Sanshui County, who had a hundred soldiers under his command.

Compared with the previous life, Fang Xun and his group of detectives are equivalent to criminal police, and the Inspection Department is the armed police brigade.

Wei Lin, who was raised by the young General Fang Xun, is also a congenital master. There are only three congenital masters in the entire Sanshui County with a population of more than 100,000.

The reason why Fang Xun has become a well-known "Brother Xun" in Sanshui County, in addition to the martial arts hall, is also inseparable from having a good master.

Yan Ming and the others were not shocked by this. They were shocked by the fact that Fang Xun had not yet broken through to the post-natal realm, but he was able to kill Xu Qing within 20 moves. Could it be that the other party's external skills had reached perfection? !

Fang Xun looked at the stunned group of men, shook his head, and shouted, "Yan Ming!"

"Oh, Brother Xun, what do you want me to do?"

When Yan Ming came back to his senses, Fang Xun pointed at Xu Qing's body and said, "I remember that in the county government's list of unscrupulous people, Xu Qing's head was worth three hundred taels of silver?"

"Yes."

Yan Ming thought about it and nodded.

The currency system of the Daxuan Dynasty was one gold coin to ten silver coins, one silver to ten strings of coins, and one string of coins to one hundred copper coins.

An ordinary family in Sanshui County only earns five or six taels of silver a year, so Xu Qing's three hundred taels is considered a considerable fortune.

"Very good," Fang Xun stretched again, "You guys stay here and clean up the place, I'll go back first."

After saying that, he walked towards the gate of Tianxiang Tower. After he walked out of the gate, Yan Ming suddenly remembered something and shouted, "Xun'er, what should we do with Xu Qing's bonus?"

"Leave thirty taels for you to divide among yourselves," Fang Xun waved his hand, "Give me the rest tomorrow."

As the last word fell, Fang Xun's figure blended into the bustling crowd of the evening market. Only a group of constables who were motivated by the silver were left in Tianxiang Tower and began to clean up the messy scene.

There is no curfew in the Daxuan Dynasty, and the nightlife here is very rich.

Fang Xun walked on the street passing by restaurants, brothels, gambling dens and roadside food stalls, and would greet people he knew when he met them.

The greetings of "Xun Ge'er" became less frequent until they disappeared, and finally arrived at the door of the house.

Fang Xun's family lives in a courtyard in the east of the city. Although it is not luxurious or wealthy, the place is spacious enough.

Behind the gate is the front yard. The yard is not very big, but you can grow flowers and trees there to cultivate your sentiments.

After Fang Xun passed through the gate, he walked all the way through the central hall and arrived at the backyard.

Suddenly his vision became clear. He and his master had arranged this place into a training ground. In addition to a large open space, there were also pillars driven into the ground.

With a casual throw, the iron rod that reached his eyebrows was hung on the weapon rack beside him. After putting the iron rod away, Fang Xun looked at the long cut on the chest of his black suit again, shook his head, ignored it, and sat cross-legged, concentrating on his mind.

The next moment, a figure transformed from Fang Xun's spiritual thoughts suddenly appeared in the martial arts hall, and at the same time, a transparent dummy with exactly the same body shape and appearance as him appeared.

Looking through the dummy's body, not only the internal organs but also the organs are clearly visible.

Even all the meridians, vital energy and acupoints of the human body are clearly displayed with transparent lines.

After taking a look at the dummy, Fang Xun picked up an iron rod and walked towards the inner hall beside the training ground. He came to the first door and pushed it open.

In an instant, the sky spun and the earth spun. Fang Xun's figure appeared in an infinitely wide arena, and suddenly a familiar voice came to his ears.

"I haven't seen you for a day. You have made a lot of progress. I hope you won't let me down this time!"

Fang Xun raised his head and looked straight ahead, only to see a man ten meters away, staring at him with sharp eyes.

The man was wearing official uniform with a kirin patch on his lapel, a coral-topped hat with a flower feather on it, and his eyes were sparkling.

It was Nalan Yuanshu, the governor of Guangdong Province, who was a first-rank official in charge of the military affairs of a province in "Huang Feihong: A Man Should Be Self-reliant".

Fang Xun looked at Nalan Yuanshu, a hint of confidence flashing in his eyes: "Not only will I not let you down, this time, I will also kill you!"

"Good!" Nalan Yuanshu immediately shouted, "You are a better opponent than Huang Feihong. You can satisfy me and your martial arts skills are not in the wrong hands!"

After saying this, Nalan Yuanshu began to take off his hat and clothes. Fang Xun just watched and did not launch a sneak attack.

Soon, Nalan Yuanshu threw aside his official hat and official uniform, revealing a white short suit.

The two had fought countless times before and were already very familiar with each other.

At this moment, no one spoke anymore and they all raised their right arms.

Two pieces of wet white cloth, three feet wide and seven feet long, appeared out of thin air in the hands of the two men, and the other ends lay limply on the ground.

Fang Xun and Nalan Yuanshu looked at each other quietly for a moment, and suddenly they exerted strength with their wrists and arms, and the white cloth in their hands was instantly twisted into a bundle, and water dripped onto the ground.

After tying the cloth into sticks, the two men simultaneously used the sticks to sweep at their opponents using whip techniques.

Snapped--

The battle was about to break out. The two cloth sticks collided with each other with a crisp sound. After the two sticks collided and bounced off, Fang Xun took the lead in attacking.

The true energy in his body surged, and the strength condensed in the white cloth, instantly straightening the cloth stick, and he started to hit the north gate and went straight towards Nalan Yuanshu's crown.

boom--

The force of this powerful blow was so great that it broke the sound barrier and caused an explosion.

Faced with the fatal move, Nalan Yuanshu remained calm. With a shake of his wrist, the cloth stick in his hand danced like a startled wild goose, like a swimming dragon, and wrapped around Fang Xun's cloth stick like a long snake.

Upon seeing this, Fang Xun immediately pulled back his cloth stick, but Nalan Yuanshu's cloth stick seemed to come alive. In the blink of an eye, it was less than an inch away from the Danzhong point on his chest and bit him like a poisonous snake!

At the critical moment, Fang Xun remained calm, his magical mind flowed through his heart, and his true energy poured into the Yongquan point on the bottom of his feet. In an instant, he dodged the attack as if his feet were greased.

"Come again!"

(End of this chapter)