Fantasy: Simplify the skills and become a master from a minion

Chapter 460 After eating, I can continue to kill you

The wind was strong and the rain was heavy!

Chu Qing hurried on his way. He randomly chose a direction and rushed non-stop.

An hour later, he saw a city - Fengcheng.

Fengcheng is the prefecture city under Shizhou City.

Two months ago, it fell into the hands of the rebels.

Outside Fengcheng, there is a wine shop.

There are lanterns in the wine shop, and he decided to kill people in the dead of night as usual.

As for who to kill... well... let's kill the group of people in the city lord's mansion first!

Chu Qing entered the wine shop and saw several white-haired warriors listening to a boy telling a story.

The boy said that his fiancée was abducted.

Now that the two are separated, I am afraid that they will never see each other again.

I only ask a few warriors to help him get it back.

At that time, he will offer the heirloom!

Several warriors were kind and smiled: "If this is really the case, we will help you get it back."

"As for the heirloom, we don't need it!"

The boy was grateful and knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

After a while, he saw Chu Qing and said hesitantly: "My friend, you are also a warrior!"

"Please...!"

Chu Qing raised his finger:

"Shh!"

"Don't ask me!"

"If I were you, I would practice martial arts, and then personally cut off the head of my enemy and drink his blood!"

The young man cried, "My enemy is extremely powerful and his martial arts are terrible."

"You can't get revenge even if you practice for a lifetime!"

Several white-haired warriors laughed and said, "With us here, you don't need to practice martial arts!"

"Even if your enemy is the head of a family, the powerful Zheng Qingcang in Fengcheng, we can help you kill him!"

"But after we help you kill someone, you have to take the blame!"

The young man didn't understand why, but just nodded in thanks.

Chu Qing shook his head secretly.

These old warriors look kind, but there is a feeling that makes him both familiar and unfamiliar.

He racked his brains and couldn't remember where he had encountered this feeling.

These old warriors are not simple.

This young man...I'm afraid he has become a scapegoat.

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The one who is in charge of Fengcheng is a member of the Zheng family—Zheng Qingcang.

This person is not only extremely talented, but also a martial arts master.

When he was young, he practiced golden tendons and golden bones, and later practiced blood, flesh, internal organs, and even skin and fur to the golden level.

When he was in his thirties, he stepped into the third limit.

However, he was young and frivolous. He and the people of the Thousand Eyes Alliance plotted against an alien, but the alien destroyed his foundation and fell into a lower realm.

Although he has stepped into the third limit again, the road ahead is broken.

He puts his main energy on literature.

He is also a great writer in the literary world.

Later, because of the needs of the family, he joined the rebels and seized Fengcheng.

Now, although he is in great glory, he is lonely in his heart.

He couldn't sleep for countless nights.

Tonight is the same.

He stared at the wind and rain outside the window, frowning slightly.

The wind and rain were getting stronger and stronger, and the fertile fields outside the city were flooded.

"I'm afraid there will be no harvest this year!"

"Is this the impact of the thousand-year catastrophe?"

Zheng Qingcang opened a history book, which recorded the situation at the end of the last empire:

[The catastrophe has come: three years of drought, three years of floods, three years of extreme cold, and three years of extreme heat! ]

[People have no means of survival and eat each other! ]

[Bones are piled up, dogs turn into wolves; rats' eyes are bloodshot! ]

[Wolf smoke rises everywhere, and there is no one living for a hundred miles! ]

No one living for a hundred miles?

What does this mean?

Although the empire is turbulent now, and the rebels are killing people crazily.

But, there are still many people in the surrounding areas.

There are more than 100,000 people, even hundreds of thousands or millions of people in a hundred miles area.

No one living for a hundred miles?

How many people will die?

Zheng Qingcang threw away the history book and looked at the boy next to him.

The boy held the sword in both hands and kept breathing in and out white air.

The long sword trembled slightly, and the sword pattern on it wandered, which was quite mysterious.

This boy was his nephew, who used to hang out in the imperial capital.

However, because the imperial capital was peaceful and stable, he hid his identity and walked among the rebels to hone himself.

However, he was overbearing and offended many people.

"Zixuan, you should rest early!"

"No need to protect me!"

Zheng Zixuan is a genius among geniuses.

He almost opened up a road to heaven.

He awakened his bloodline and practiced several ancient secrets.

Time is precious and should not be wasted here.

Zheng Zixuan shook his head and said, "I feel uneasy. I feel someone is coming to assassinate me!"

"I will rest after killing the assassin!"

Zheng Qingcang was stunned and said, "Assassination? Who assassinated me?"

Zheng Zixuan laughed and said, "Maybe someone in the mortal world wants to peel off your skin and replace you!"

"Maybe it's a genius from Loulan Martial Arts Academy who wants to kill you in exchange for the ancient secret!"

"Maybe it's a chivalrous knight who wants to enforce justice on behalf of heaven and eliminate violence and protect the good!"

Zheng Qingcang laughed and said, "The stink bugs in the mortal world dare not touch me."

"Loulan Martial Arts Academy? Haha... They don't have the courage, nor the heart to fight against us; they are only thinking about fighting the reformists now!"

"As for the knights enforcing justice?"

Zheng Qingcang fell into deep thought, and said a little:

"My life has been like walking on thin ice!"

"I am in the capital, taking back all the land and distributing it to the noble families; the people do not need to farm and work, and their body and mind are relaxed; this is a benevolent government, and everyone should be united."

"Where can the knights come to me to enforce justice?"

Zheng Qingcang is full of confidence.

One minute...

Ten minutes...

Zheng Zixuan hasn't left yet.

Zheng Qingcang didn't care. He called the maid and brought over the girl he had just trained a few days ago.

This woman is weak, has no strength in her hands, has a good appearance, and has a bookish air about her.

She reluctantly made tea for Zheng Qingcang.

Zheng Qingcang played with her little hand and said, "Your family has failed. As an uncle, I naturally have to take care of you."

"Don't be afraid!"

The woman said weakly: "But how can there be an uncle in the world who bullies his niece?"

Zheng Qingcang sighed and said, "I promised your father to take care of you, so of course I have to take good care of you."

"If I don't bully you, how about letting others bully you?"

"That would make me feel bad, and I would be even more sorry for your father's instructions!"

The woman lowered her head and wept secretly.

Stab!

Zheng Zixuan on the side stood up, drew his long sword into a sword flower and said: "The enemy is coming!"

"Wait a moment, I'll kill him!"

After saying that, he opened the door and went out, and then closed the door thoughtfully.

After a while, a roar came from outside:

"Zheng Qingcang, you will die a good death if you rob my fiancée; today, there are a few heroes who are willing to stand up for me and cut off your head to do justice for heaven!"

Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of swords clashing and clanging outside.

Zheng Qingcang asked the woman to make tea.

The woman cried and refused to make tea. Instead, she opened the door and window and looked at her lover.

However, it was dark outside, figures flickered, and sparks exploded.

Zheng Qingcang looked over and his face changed slightly: "I thought there really was some kind of hero, but it turned out to be the skinned man in the world of mortals!"

I don’t know how many geniuses and martial arts masters were killed by the mortal skinners, and their skins were removed and replaced.

If there was no Zheng Zixuan tonight, even if all the masters in Fucheng came out, they would not be able to stop these guys.

Fortunately, Zheng Zixuan is here.

Ding-ding-ding-ding!

The sword light flashed.

Old heads soared into the sky.

Zheng Zixuan picked up the head and walked towards the room.

Zheng Qingcang laughed.

The woman was distraught.

Outside, her lover gritted his teeth, picked up a broken knife, and rushed towards Zheng Zixuan.

As a result, in the darkness, a guard threw a chain, put it around his neck, like a dog, pulled the door and tied it to the hall pillar.

At this time, Zheng Zixuan walked to the door. He suddenly stopped and said to Zheng Qingcang: "Close the door first, I feel like another assassin is coming!"

Zheng Qingcang laughed loudly and said: "Even the skinned people in the mortal world are no match for you, and the assassins will be nothing more than that!"

He closes the door.

Outside the door, Zheng Zixuan threw the head and turned to look at the rooftop opposite.

On the roof, there is a young man holding the sun and moon, tearing apart the night, and volleying to kill.

Zheng Zixuan sneered, flicked the blood from his sword, and rushed forward.

boom!

Spring thunder bursts.

There was no sound of weapons clashing outside.

Not even a shout.

Spring thunder exploded, and two figures appeared on the window paper.

Just a silhouette of a person passing by.

Spring thunder continues, and figures are looming.

One second…