Pushing the Three Thousand Worlds

Chapter 162 Fake Beggar

After Li Qiu practiced the Spirit Snake Kung Fu, he began to practice the Aoki Jue, manipulating Qi and blood to run along the route of the Aoki Jue to temper his body.

In the afternoon, he walked out of the room and practiced the Qingshuang Saber Technique in the courtyard for a while.

Thanks to the tempering of the big tendons by practicing the spirit snake skill, he faintly felt that the force between the moves was smoother, and the movements seemed to become faster.

This change is very subtle and not obvious, after all, it hasn't been long since he first started practicing Spirit Snake Kung Fu.

The cultivation of Spirit Snake Kungfu was on the right track, Li Qiu remembered the matter of Xun Tiansi, and planned to go out to visit Wang Bochao.

He left the martial arts hall and walked towards Wang Bochao's mansion.

Along the way, there are few pedestrians on the avenue that is usually crowded with people, and it seems that they are too scared to go out by the news of Yan Zhenbei's escape.

From time to time, soldiers with long guns in their hands or policemen with knives in their waists walked back and forth hurriedly with serious expressions and searched the whole city.

Li Qiu came to Wang Bochao's house, chatted with him, and asked him about the Xuntian Division.

"Brother Wang, I heard from my master that the imperial court has established an organization called the Sky Survey Division to kill ghosts. How can I join the Sky Survey Division?"

Lying on the bed with gauze wrapped around his neck, Wang Bochao, who looked a little better than a few days ago, smiled lightly.

"I don't know much about the Sky Survey Division. I only know that it is established in Fuzhou. If you want to join the Sky Survey Division, you can go to the Fuzhou Sky Survey Division to participate in the assessment. As long as you pass the assessment of the Sky Survey Division, you can join the Sky Survey Division and become a member of the Sky Survey Division." Skywatcher."

"However, it is not easy to pass the assessment of the Sky Survey Division. It is not required to be a martial artist in the visceral cultivation stage, but it must have the strength of the visceral cultivation stage. There are very few warriors who can join the Sky Survey Division and become a Sky Surveyor every year."

Li Qiu thought about it, Dagan has a vast territory and there are twelve prefectures, Fuzhou is almost located in the center of Dagan, and the Sky Survey Division was established there, it should be to rescue all places in time and eliminate ghosts as soon as possible.

After all, once something happened, more people would die at the hands of ghosts every minute of the night, and the strength of ghosts would become stronger as a result, making the situation more difficult.

Wang Bochao could tell that Li Qiu asked this question because he probably wanted to join the Sky Survey Department in the future.

If it were someone else, Wang Bochao would have persuaded him to give up this unrealistic idea.

Because only warriors who have the strength to nourish viscera can join the Sky Survey Division.

But for Li Qiu, joining the Sky Survey Division should not be a difficult task, after all, he is a descendant of a revived Martial Saint.

It may be difficult for the descendants of martial saints to become martial saints, but it is very simple to become a martial artist in the nourishing period.

As long as Li Qiu doesn't die young, joining the Sky Survey Division is almost a certainty.

Wang Bochao didn't know that Li Qiu did plan to join the Sky Survey Division in the future, but there was a gap in their understanding of the future.

Wang Bochao thought it would be decades later, but Li Qiu thought it would be a few years later.

If the ghost is found again during the period, this time may be earlier...

Li Qiu learned what he wanted to know, and after exchanging a few words with Wang Bochao, he took his leave and left Wang Bochao's mansion.

Near noon, Li Qiu came to a restaurant under the name of the Wuguan to prepare for dinner.

Sitting by the window on the second floor, Li Qiu ordered a table of food and wine, and casually looked out of the window while eating.

Not only are there fewer pedestrians on the street than in the past, but there are also fewer people selling goods at stalls, which looks a little deserted.

A beggar was squatting on the street opposite the restaurant. He was unkempt, ragged, tall and thin, skinny, and looked like he hadn't had enough to eat for a long time, which made people feel pitiful.

Someone passed by and saw that the beggar was already so thin that he shook his head and dropped two copper plates, which fell into the broken bowl in front of the beggar, making two jingling sounds.

The beggar looked ecstatic, cupped his fists and bowed to the passerby, and kept saying nice words until the passerby walked away.

Li Qiu drank a glass of wine, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The beggar across the street is probably a fake beggar, because although his hair is messy, it is not greasy, and the dirt on his body is more like being rolled in the dirt, rather than the accumulated dirt that has not been washed for a long time.

Li Qiu waved his hand to call Xiao Er, and gave him some instructions.

After a while, Xiaoer came out of the restaurant with a plate of white steamed buns, walked up to the beggar, and said.

"Beggar, this is a reward from our young master, eat it."

A look of coldness flashed across the tall and thin beggar's eyes, his expression seemed to be both surprised and happy, and he asked again and again.

"Thank you so much! Thank you so much!"

"Excuse me, little brother, who is your son?"

"Why do you ask so much? You can eat if you are rewarded."

Xiao Er looked impatient, poured the steamed buns into the beggar's broken bowl, and said harshly.

The tall and thin beggar nodded a few times in response, lowered his head, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, picked up the steamed buns and started to gobble them up.

Xiao Er looked at the appearance of the tall and thin beggar and nodded, then turned and walked towards the restaurant.

When the tall and thin beggar saw Xiaoer walk into the restaurant, his movements suddenly slowed down. He no longer looked like he hadn't eaten for a few days. He looked at the dirty steamed buns in his hand with disgust in his eyes. He looked around and put the steamed buns into the cloth bag. Take it casually, pick up the broken bowl and leave.

How could a real beggar not be able to eat a steamed bun? Obviously this is a fake beggar.

The conclusion has been drawn, but Li Qiu who was sitting on the second floor looked puzzled.

He just wanted to have some fun on a whim, so he asked Xiaoer to send steamed buns to the tall and thin beggar to verify his conjecture.

But looking at it, Li Qiu suddenly felt that this tall and thin beggar looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

But the tall and thin beggar had such a special body shape, he must have had an impression if he had seen it, but he didn't.

No matter what Li Qiu thought, he couldn't think of where he had seen this fake beggar.

He also had this familiar feeling of deja vu a few days ago, when he saw the three wanted Fang Changqi.

Fang Changqi?Feiyun Village?
Li Qiu's face changed slightly, and he suddenly remembered where he had seen this tall and thin beggar before!

On the day Chen Mao and Guan Hao broke through Feiyun Village and returned to Shangjiang City, Yan Zhenbei, the notorious owner of Feiyun Village, was imprisoned like a sleeping lion in a prison cart made of fine iron, which left a deep impression on him.

The facial features of this fake beggar are very similar to Yan Zhenbei's, and his appearance is like Yan Zhenbei's face is thinner after cutting off his beard.

Li Qiu looked suspiciously at the thin back of the tall and thin beggar who was carrying a rag bag and a broken bowl.

That day, Yan Zhenbei he saw was so tall and burly, he looked like Xiong Zhencheng, mighty and majestic, how could he become like this?
Could it be that they made a mistake, and it just happened that the two people have similar eyebrows and eyes?
Li Qiu thought for a while, left the restaurant, and followed.

There are rumors that the Black Tiger Demon Code practiced by Yan Zhenbei, the head of Feiyun Village, is a truly superior exercise.

If there is a chance, he would like to get this exercise very much.

The two of them didn't go far, and the tall and thin beggar seemed to notice something, and he turned around and walked towards a long and remote alley...

(End of this chapter)