Great Dao Ji

The moment the door opened, the mourning hall was filled with whistling air.

Boom!

Before he finished speaking, An Qisheng stepped on his feet, and the violent rolling airflow sounded like a string of cannonballs.

In an instant, the airflow in the hall rose rapidly, mixed with the night wind that poured in, and swept the entire mourning hall.

Bang!

As he stepped forward, he swung his arm and punched Zhao Hongxuan in front of the coffin like a spear!

"You!"

Zhao Hongxuan was startled and wanted to say something, but the surging airflow distorted his face, so he couldn't say a word.

Too fast!

Too fast!

He only felt a flash in front of his eyes, and the surging airflow with a terrifying murderous intent was already rushing towards him, making his heart tremble and his breathing rapid.

I can't take this punch.

Zhao Hongxuan was trembling in his heart and in danger.

At this time, his cold side was revealed. When the fist wind came, he suddenly exerted his strength on the palm of his hand that was supporting the coffin, and his internal force burst out wildly.

Boom!

Wood chips flew all over the sky!

The flying coffin was smashed by An Qisheng, and the cold and hard corpse was swept by the airflow and flew several meters away, knocking over the furnishings in the mourning hall.

"Ah! Zhao Hongxuan, you beast!"

The old woman's eyes were bloodshot, and she pounced on her son's body, uttering a shrill and resentful curse.

But Zhao Hongxuan could no longer hear the old woman's angry curse.

In the airflow of flying wood chips.

A fist had already penetrated and hit his arms heavily.

Bang!

The sound of bones and muscles bursting resounded throughout the mourning hall, and Zhao Hongxuan coughed up blood and flew backwards, and was hit off the ground.

At this time, he also saw the appearance of the person who came.

White hair, black Taoist robe, cold murderous intent on the old face.

"Wang"

Zhao Hongxuan's pupils shrank, and the words and blood spurted out:

"I have a secret"

But An Qisheng did not delay at all, and the impact of his step forward has not stopped at all.

Fists lead elbows, elbows lead shoulders, body and mind move together, and strength is released together.

Huh!

The blood mist sprayed by Zhao Hongxuan has not yet spread, and the syllables he uttered are still paused at the corner of his mouth.

An Qisheng has already caught up!

Fist to the chin, elbow to the chest, turn the body, Baji Tieshan Lean!

Boom!

With a collision, Zhao Hongxuan's eyes bulged out, and blood spurted out of his seven orifices like arrows.

Crack~~

Amid the sound of bones breaking like rain hitting banana leaves, Zhao Hongxuan's body hit the wall.

Bang!

The wall shook, the blue bricks shattered, and the cracks spread like a spider web.

His body was embedded into the wall under this collision!

"Hehe~~~"

Zhao Hongxuan struggled in vain, and all his resentment disappeared with his last breath.

"No need"

An Qisheng closed his fist and stood up, responding lightly.

And until then, the old woman just held Zhao Qiandu's body in her arms.

Seeing this scene, she laughed bitterly:

"Haha! Haha! Retribution, retribution! Zhao Hongxuan, you have caused so many families to be broken up, and it's your turn after all!"

An Qisheng stood indifferently and did not take action again.

Because in the ruins of the mourning hall, the old woman holding her son's body had already set the mourning hall on fire, and the rising flames engulfed the flying paper and drowned her figure.

"Retribution, retribution!"

The shrill screams like night owls echoed in the sea of ​​fire.

"The fire broke out! The fire broke out!"

"The young master's funeral hall broke out!"

"Come and put out the fire!"

The fire snake that rose with billowing smoke was finally discovered.

The dozens of guards patrolling outside the inner courtyard suddenly changed color and rushed to the inner courtyard.

"The desire to survive is indeed very strong."

At the edge of the sea of ​​fire, An Qisheng stood with his hands hanging down, looking at the sea of ​​fire, and spoke lightly.

He has a deep understanding of the human body, and can tell the state of life and death at a glance. The old woman in the sea of ​​fire is not dead yet.

To be able to come up with such a method in such a short time, this old woman is also a ruthless character.

If he hadn't always been cautious, I'm afraid he would have been fooled by her.

"Ah! You, you devil, devil!"

In the flames, the old woman screamed.

She finally couldn't resist the licking of the fire snake, and the whole person danced in the sea of ​​fire.

Until the screams disappeared and the guards who came to put out the fire rushed into the inner courtyard, he jumped and disappeared into the night.

He did not leave. After crossing the inner courtyard, he turned around and headed for the place where the Zhao family hid their gold.

Having entered Zhao Qiandu's dream, he not only had no sympathy for the Zhao family, but also knew most of their secrets.

For example, the location of gold, silver and jewelry.

After crossing the backyard, it was the small courtyard where Zhao Hongxuan lived.

The small courtyard was lined up in order, where many of Zhao Hongxuan's concubines lived.

Seeing the fire at this time, candles were lit in the courtyard.

An Qisheng flashed and came to Zhao Hongxuan's bedroom. He stretched out his hand and pushed, breaking the bolt and entering the house.

"Who? Master? What happened outside? It's so noisy?"

As soon as he entered the room, a soft and delicate voice came from the bed behind the screen.

Puff~

An Qisheng took a step forward and threw a stone he picked up on the road to knock the woman unconscious.

He opened the dark room in the bedroom with ease.

Pushing the door in, the eyes immediately lit up, and the golden light illuminated his eyes.

"It's true that the wealthy family smells of wine and meat, and the bones are frozen to death on the road."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly, leaned over and swept away all the gold, silver, ancient secret books, and even some collected sharp weapons.

Turn around and leave.

squeak~

It was almost dawn, so Chen Asi opened the door, rubbed his sore waist, and prepared to start the day.

He wanted to rest but couldn't.

A young child, a seriously ill wife, and elderly parents all weighed on his shoulders, and he could not relax.

He gritted his teeth and walked into the cold wind.

Suddenly, he seemed to hit a stone under his feet. He stumbled and almost fell into the snow.

"What is this?"

Chen Asi scratched his head, turned around and was stunned: "Silver, silver?"

Under the threshold of his house, there was an ingot of silver!

He could see clearly, even the patterns on the silver and the frost condensed on it.

This is silver.

He had seen him countless times in the hotel waiting room.

He pounced on it almost like a thief, holding the silver in his hand.

The biting coldness stung the palms of his hands, but his heart felt like it was on fire.

Bang!

He closed the door.

"Ahem! Fourth brother, are you in severe pain? Then, let's take a rest today, ahem."

On the bed, the woman with a yellow face struggled to sit up.

"Juan, look."

Chen Ahsi carefully opened his palms.

"Ah Si, where did you get the money?"

The woman was stunned.

"No matter where it comes from, you, your illness can be cured."

Chen Asi's vision suddenly blurred:

"I, Chen Asi, have never done anything bad in my life. This time, I will do it. No matter whose money it is, I will not pay it back."

Same thing.

It happened to poor families throughout Nanliang County.

Some people are ecstatic, some kneel down to worship the gods, some are in tears, some are on tenterhooks and tremble with fear.

And all this,

As the initiator, An Qisheng didn't care.

He believed in the wisdom of these ordinary people struggling in the market that they would hide this little money.

And even if it is discovered, it is not a large amount of money, and it will not arouse the greed of others.

Don't do bad things with good intentions.

"Unfortunately, this only treats the symptoms and not the root cause."

In the small courtyard, An Qisheng sat cross-legged on the bed, looking at the stars that had not faded in the sky from the open window, sighing in his heart.

The long-term wars in Jiufujie may not affect many inland counties, but the exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes will not be reduced by half.

The vast majority of people, including decent warriors like Wang Quan, lived in extreme poverty.

There are not a few people who work hard and even sell their children and daughters without having enough to eat.

Zhang Haohao and Jiang Tingting were sold by their biological parents. As a result, their adoptive parents could not afford to support them. They were sold into a den of thieves for the second time and were encountered by Taoist Wang Quan. They also avoided having their hands and feet chopped off and thrown into the street to beg. fate.

He gave away a lot of money, but compared to the poor in the world, it was very little.

Even the poor in Nanliang County cannot be helped at all.

He knows that this is the fault of the system, and even the world, and it is impossible for one person to reverse it.

"A mere country squire can save this money."

After sighing, An Qisheng counted his spoils.

An Qisheng was a little surprised by the wealth of the Zhao family.

There were seven thousand taels of silver notes and a hundred taels of gold. The scattered silver was even more than that, almost filling a large box.

Of course, the most common ones were some IOUs and deeds of sale, and these were all burned cleanly by him.

However, what he gained was, at most, only one-tenth or even one percent of the Zhao family.

The real big ones are shops, acres, and half of the Zhao family city, which is not just something to talk about casually.

But this was beyond his control.

Unless he builds up a force, these things will always be circulated in the hands of many gentry, and one family will perish and the other will prosper, endlessly.

This has happened countless times over tens of thousands of years.

After putting away the banknotes and gold, An Qisheng took out several ancient books and lined them up.

There are three secret books, "Twelve Chain Knives", "Black Tiger Knife" and "He Qi Gong". The latter two are martial arts learned by Zhao Hongxuan, which are almost as different from Wang Quanlao's unknown boy's kung fu.

These three secret books are all yellowed, obviously they have been circulated for a long time.

When I opened it, I found that there were many annotations in obviously different handwritings, which had obviously been passed down for generations.

Buzz~

While flipping through the books, rays of light flashed through his perspective.

On these yellowed ancient books passed down from generation to generation, there is indeed a Taoist power left.

Glancing at the beating Daoli, after reading these three secret books one by one, his Daoli had accumulated to forty-four points.

Most of them were provided by the twelve serial knives.

"This power is not what I think of as spiritual power, but a person's most essential wisdom."

An Qisheng was thoughtful and turned to a picture of the passage:

"Search for information about Kong San"