Six Gods

Chapter 11 Uncle Wang, you are getting old.

Carrying Zheng Gaofei's body, Xiang Yuan walked and flew on the mountain road.

Alone without the shackles of the convoy, he traveled all the way back to Guangling in less than half a day.

Came to the gate of Guangling City.

Xiang Yuan, who was carrying a dead body, was almost caught by the soldiers defending the city.

Fortunately, the Xiang family has a good reputation in Guangling. Although Xiang Yuan, the third son of the Xiang family, doesn't show up often, many people have noticed.

One of the guards guarding the city recognized Xiang Yuan in time and avoided this misunderstanding.

"Master Xiang, this is..."

Looking at Xiang Yuan who was carrying the corpse, the Commander Ten asked with a puzzled expression.

"This is the bandit leader Zheng Gaofei who was on the Songhe Mountain Road some time ago.

Yesterday he led a group of bandits to rob my Xiangjia convoy, and was shot dead by me and the guards. "Xiang Yuan replied softly.

"Zheng Gaofei?!"

As the garrison of Guangling, the Ten Commander had naturally heard of the group of bandits who were making a scene.

Before that, Meng Hongjun, the magistrate of Guangling County, also organized the defenders to clean up.

But it is said to be a clean-up, but in fact it is just a formality.

After all, it is said that there are only a dozen or so bandits in this group of bandits, but there is a bright warrior like Zheng Gaofei as the leader, if they really fight together.

A strong martial artist can kill dozens of people with his bare hands.

It's just that Zheng Gaofei is a treacherous person, and he knows that once he confronts the army head-on, it will inevitably attract more attention.

So as soon as the defenders came to suppress them, he took people into hiding, and there would never be a frontal conflict.

But it was such a brilliant martial artist who became crazy and could defeat a hundred, but was killed by a small Xiangjia convoy?
Could it be that Mr. Xiang...

He suddenly understood that the Young Master Xiang in front of him might also be a brilliant warrior, and even stronger than Zheng Gaofei!

The Ten Commander's face suddenly became respectful, and he gave way to Xiang Yuan and said politely: "That's really great, Zheng Gaofei, a villain, controls the mountain road, and he escaped us several times to clean up.

Now that this villain is subduing the law, Mr. Xiang has really done a great deed for my Guangling. "

"You're welcome. I don't know if Zhao Yuzuo is here today."

If Xiang Yuan wanted to find out the specific effect of the corpse poison, he had to dissect Zheng Gaofei to know the reason for his sudden death by the poison method.

And to achieve this level of inspection, in a world without advanced scientific instruments, it is obvious that only full-time clerks in the yamen can do it.

"Zhao Wuzuo? Well, let me think about it... Yes, today is Zhao Wuzuo's rest, but he took a few days of family leave last month, so he made up a few days later this month.
Ask Mr. Zhao Wuzuo to do it..." The ten husband thought for a while and said.

"Hey, it's like this, when I was fighting this villain before, it seemed like he had been poisoned suddenly, so I took it down in one fell swoop.

I asked Zhao Wuzuo to see what kind of poison could make a strong martial artist's physique unable to resist it. "

Zheng Gaofei's body was covered in black and blue, and he knew that he had been poisoned at a glance, so Xiang Yuan made up a nonsense and fooled it.

"Oh, that's right." Nodding his head, the ten husband said: "Then hurry up, Mr. Xiang, it's getting late, and Zhao Yuzuo may be resigned later."

"Well, then I'll take my leave." Cupping his hands and fists, Xiang Yuan strode away carrying Zheng Gaofei's body and walked towards the patrol room.

Looking at Xiang Yuan's leaving back, the Ten Commander sighed in his heart.

What a formidable young man, he is already a bright martial artist at such a young age, tsk tsk tsk, the Xiang family is even more amazing this time...

……

Because he was carrying a dead body, in order to avoid being too conspicuous, Xiang Yuan deliberately walked in secluded alleys where there were no people, and walked all the way to the patrol room in Guangling.

At this moment, the two police officers who were guarding outside the patrol room, saw someone approaching, they raised their knives and greeted Xiang Yuan.

"Young Master Xiang? You are..."

When he approached, he saw Xiang Yuan, and one of the older police officers immediately put down the handle of the knife in his hand and asked Xiang Yuan with a smile.

"Catcher Song, is Zhao Yuzuo here? I want to ask him to do an autopsy for me." Smiling, he nodded towards Song Pu and said to Yuan.

"Autopsy?" His eyes fell on Xiang Yuan's corpse, and Song Pu was slightly taken aback: "This is..."

"This is a mountain bandit I encountered yesterday. He was poisoned and died. I want to see what kind of poison he was poisoned by." Not wanting to talk too much with these police officers, Xiang Yuan explained in a few words, and then said: " Is Zhao Wuzuo still alive?"

"Yes, please."

The Xiang family is the richest man in Guangling, and its head, Xiang Munan, is close friends with the county magistrate Meng Hongjun.

Although it is not clear why Xiang Yuan carried the body of a bandit for the autopsy, but as a small policeman, what Song Pu should do is to let Xiang Yuan in obediently, and he doesn't need to ask more questions.

Nodding with a smile, Xiang Yuan entered the patrol room.

In the damp and musty patrol room, Xiang Yuan found Zhao Mingxiu, who was smoking dry tobacco among the staff in the patrol room, with the flickering lights on and off.

"Yo, Mr. Xiang. This is..." Zhao Mingxiu, who is over fifty years old, is not sure whether it is because of frequent contact with corpses, which has caused his complexion to be sallow all year round, and his face is full of wrinkles when he smiles.

Putting Zheng Gaofei's body on a wooden board in the workshop, Xiang Yuan took out a piece of silver and handed it to Zhao Mingxiu: "Old Zhao, please do me a favor.

This person was one of the bandits lying on the mountain road before, and died of poison suddenly while fighting with me.

I want you to help me test what kind of poison was in him and what is the cause of death. "

The teeth marks on Zheng Gaofei's neck had been scratched by Xiang Yuan with a knife, so as not to be seen by this gangster.

When he touched the money that was obviously not small that was handed over to Yuan, Zhao Mingxiu looked around immediately, and then put the money into his arms with a smile on his face: "It's okay, don't worry, Mr. Xiang.

I have been working as an old man for 30 years, so I guarantee you can find out the cause of his death. "

Nodding in satisfaction, Xiang Yuan said, "When will the result be available?"

"Well...you give me two days, and you will come to listen to the letter the morning after tomorrow." With money as motivation, Zhao Mingxiu slapped her chest with confidence.

"Okay! Then I will trouble Zhao Wuzuo."

After discussing the details with Zhao Mingxiu, Xiang Yuan left the patrol room and returned to Xiang's house.

At this time, Xiang Wendong, who was sitting in Xiangfuzhongtang, saw Xiang Yuan came back suddenly, his heart tightened, thinking that something happened to the convoy, he quickly got up and walked towards Yuan: "Yuan'er, why are you back? What happened? Is something wrong?"

He bowed to Wen Dong and said to Yuan, "Without Uncle, the bandits on the mountain road have all been wiped out.

I came back early, the convoy is still on the way, and it may take a few days before I can come back. "

Hearing what Xiang Yuan said, a stone in Xiang Wendong's heart finally fell to the ground. He checked Xiang Yuan's body up and down, and said with a smile on his face: "You boy, your father agreed to let you learn martial arts. It really didn't matter." wrong.

I heard that there were more than a dozen bandits in that group. "

After such a short time, Xiang Beixin and Xiang Leshan also came out one after another after hearing the news. Seeing Xiang Yuan who was safe and sound, the two were also slightly relieved.

After chatting with his father and two uncles for a while, Xiang Yuan excused himself to be tired and went back to his room.

He gained a lot from this bandit battle.

Not only tried the effect of the green zombie body, but also got information about the aristocratic family and the disciples of the sect from Zheng Gaofei's mouth.

Aristocratic family... Zongmen...

In Zheng Gaofei's words, the aristocratic family and the sect have mastered the most powerful extraordinary power in the world, except that they can rival each other.

Warriors like Xiang Yuan couldn't be compared with him at all.

Can martial arts really have no way to fight against aristocratic sects?
With both arms resting on his knees, looking at his big palm-like hands, Xiang Yuan's eyes moved.

Like a crouching tiger, it is quiet but has a dangerous aura.

clap clap!

The fist was clenched violently, making a crisp sound.

Xiang Yuan took a deep breath, and slowly stood up with his burly body.

Others can't do it, but I, Xiang Yuan, may not be able to do it!

With the existence of the equipment bar, as long as I can find more equipment, I will definitely be able to crush them!
The Pei family...

The memory of being used as bait to lure a tiger ten years ago is still vivid in my mind.

A trace of scarlet flashed in his eyes, and Xiang Yuan, whose hands were already stained with human blood, had a cold and frightening aura unknowingly floating around him at this moment.

……

next morning
Xiang Yuan got up early and went to the pond in the backyard for routine exercises.

Just as he was punching a set of relaxed muscles and bones, there was a gust of wind behind him.

The earlobe moved slightly, and Xiang Yuan turned around and punched hard without avoiding it!

boom!
Fists and feet intersected, and there was a muffled sound, and Xiang Yuan stepped back several steps before he stabilized his figure!

"Uncle Wang, did you use so much strength early in the morning?"

Kneading his shoulders, Xiang Yuan smiled and looked at Wang Chong, who was rubbing his ankles on his feet.

Also rubbing his numb ankle, Wang Chong raised his head and gave Xiang Yuan a blank look: "I know it's me, but I still use so much strength.

Does it show you? "

After ten years of hard training, the young and strong Xiang Yuan's attainment in fighting tigers has already equaled Wang Chong's and even slightly surpassed it.

Regarding Xiang Yuan's progress, Wang Chong was both emotional and pleased.

Smiling, he stepped forward to help Wang Chong onto the stone bench beside him and said to Yuan, "Uncle Wang, did you come to see me so early, what's the matter?"

Looking at Xiang Yuan who was full of smiles, Wang Chong's eyes moved slightly, and he suddenly sighed: "I heard that you encountered bandits while escorting the team.

You see blood on your hands..."

Hearing Wang Chong's question, Xiang Yuan was taken aback for a moment, and then said, "Well, but those mountain bandits deserve death."

"I don't blame you for killing people. I'm afraid that once you see blood on your hands, you won't be able to stop..." Wang Chong said, his gaze became a little heavy, "

Those of us who practice martial arts, strengthen our bodies and blood, and temper our bodies.

The qi and blood are stronger than ordinary people, and many times because the qi and blood rush to the brain, they will do some irrational things.

If you didn't see blood on your hands, you might have hesitated and restrained when you shot.

But now that you have pierced this membrane, I'm afraid that you will be unable to control it in the future, and the blood on your hands will become thicker and thicker.

Back then, I was..."

After a pause, his words touched his past, Wang Chong's eyes dimmed for a while, and he looked at Xiang Yuan with admonishment:

"Promise to Uncle Wang, when you make a move in the future, you must think carefully, and don't make random killings if you can save someone's life."

Looking at Wang Chong's eyes, the smile on Xiang Yuan's mouth slowly disappeared, his back straightened like a big gun, and said, "Uncle Wang, I can't answer you about this matter."

"You..." Unexpectedly, Xiang Yuan would refuse, Wang Chong's expression changed, and just as he was about to speak, Xiang Yuan raised his hand to stop him, and then continued:
"Uncle Wang, I understand what you said.

You are afraid that in the future I will be too aggressive and make too many enemies, and I will be as miserable as you were back then.

But Uncle Wang, don't forget, why should we practice martial arts?

Isn't the purpose to let the breath in the heart go smoothly, not to be bullied by others, and to straighten the spine!
I understand what you say, people don't offend me, I don't offend others.

But if that person pushes his nose to the face, do I still have to repay my revenge with virtue? . "

His fists were clenched, and Xiang Yuan's eyes showed a stern look. In his previous life, he was an ordinary college student, honest and peaceful, and never even got into a fight.

In this life, he fell into such a world, and tasted what it means to be a man for a sword and me for a fish.

Without the stability of a society ruled by law, the only way to live comfortably is to strengthen oneself.

Looking at the faint evil spirit around Xiang Yuan, Wang Chong opened his mouth as if he wanted to persuade him.

Xiang Yuan stood up and patted Wang Chong's shoulder:

"Uncle Wang, you are getting old.

I'm still young, and it's not what I want to live my whole life in a wimpy way.

Maybe when I'm your age, I'll do it.

but now……

Forgive me for not promising you this matter. "

Wang Chong couldn't remember when Xiang Yuan left.

"Forget it, you are young and vigorous... Heh, can you still be called a young man if you are not vigorous? Didn't I also be like that back then..." As if remembering something, Wang Chong smiled and shook his head lightly.

……

(End of this chapter)