I was clearly practicing martial arts, how did it become a magical power?

After that, Song Lingzi pestered Qin Yang again and asked many questions.

For example, did he see any clues in some details of his demeanor and movements.

Qin Yang also answered Song Lingzi's questions seriously, and the other party left with satisfaction.

"Qin Yang, this is the character of a spiritual master, very weird."

"This Song Lingzi is pretty good, not so unreasonable."

Zhang Zhao smiled bitterly.

This is also the reason why ordinary people don't want to deal with spiritual masters.

The other party's ideas are too strange and it is difficult to guess what the other party is thinking.

"I think he is quite interesting, and there is no malice."

Qin Yang smiled.

Zhang Zhao was stunned and shook his head slightly: "Then you are also a freak."

After the two exchanged a few more polite words, Zhang Zhao said goodbye and left.

Qin Yang took the identity token and went to the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

There was no need to report leaving the Patrol Department, but he didn't know where the Patrol Department was near Shanhe City, so he needed to ask clearly.

The people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs showed Qin Yang a map directly.

It turned out that the Sky Patrol Department was located in the Yunyang Mountains east of Shanhe City, and the journey took about half an hour.

The Ministry of Internal Affairs even wanted to provide Qin Yang with a fast horse for round trip, but Qin Yang refused it outright.

His Feiyan Step was perfect, and his energy was flowing endlessly, and his speed was faster than that of a horse.

According to the map index, Qin Yang left the Sky Patrol Department and rushed towards Shanhe City.

After returning to the mansion, he explained the matter to Qian Hai and Xiao Huan, and purchased some medicinal materials. In the evening, Qin Yang returned to the Sky Patrol Department.

In the following time, Qin Yang was familiar with the situation of the Sky Patrol Department while practicing martial arts.

The sky gradually darkened, and the afterglow of the setting sun fell on the calm river surface, as red as blood.

Zhao Hai is an old fisherman who has been fishing for more than 20 years.

He has been fishing with his father since he was a child. He is thin and dark under the wind and sun. He is less than 40 years old, but he looks like an old man in his 60s.

"Pull up this last piece of fishing net, and we'll call it a day."

"I don't know why the harvest has been so poor recently. There are only a few small fish and shrimps in a day. I can't even support my family at this rate. Is it because I didn't go to worship the God of Water?"

"No. I must go to burn incense to the God of Water tomorrow."

While Zhao Hai was thinking about worshiping the gods in his mind, his hands were not idle, and he kept pulling up the net. ,

In the legend, the God of Water is the god in charge of the waters of the Beijiang River. All those who make a living on the Beijiang River will worship the God of Water.

"Hmm, why did the fishing net suddenly become so heavy?"

"Did they catch a big catch?!"

Zhao Hai was delighted, and with a low shout, his dark and strong arms quickly exerted force and pulled the fishing net up with force.

"Ahhhh!!!"

Zhao Hai tried his best, gritted his teeth, and almost broke his waist before he finally salvaged the fishing net.

But when he saw the things in the fishing net, he was scared to death.

It was a corpse!

"This, this."

Zhao Hai had been a fisherman for so many years, but this was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

He felt extremely unlucky.

The Beijiang River was so big that people often fell into the water or jumped into the river to commit suicide.

He had heard of this kind of thing many times, but he didn't expect that this time he would encounter it.

The corpse was lying on its back, wearing tattered linen clothes, and its body was entangled with water plants. The body was not too rotten, and it should not have been dead for a long time.

For a while.

Zhao Hai was at a loss.

He originally wanted to transport the corpse to the shore and then ask the government to come and deal with it.

Suddenly, he thought of what an old man in the village often said.

If you find a corpse in the river, you must throw it out.

Otherwise, you will become the scapegoat of the corpse and drown in the water.

For a while.

Zhao Hai was so scared that his back was cold.

No matter how he looked at it now, he felt that he was going to be a scapegoat.

"No!"

"I don't want to be a scapegoat!"

Zhao Hai gritted his teeth and quickly untied the fishing net, trying to throw the body out.

The body was too heavy, Zhao Hai used all his strength to throw it out of the fishing boat!

With a plop.

A lot of water splashed.

At this time.

Zhao Hai trembled all over, and his legs trembled wildly.

He saw the appearance of the body.

This was the first time he saw the appearance of a body.

He was too familiar with this appearance.

It was himself!

"How could it be me!"

"Could it be that I really became a scapegoat?!"

Zhao Hai was so scared that he was incoherent, talking constantly, and his palms were sweating.

"Never mind!"

"Go ashore first, and then go to burn incense for Shuijun!"

Zhao Hai picked up the bamboo pole and was about to support the fishing boat back to the fishing village.

Suddenly.

He felt the fishing boat sink.

It seemed that something heavy was pressing on the fishing boat!

Zhao Hai subconsciously looked back.

!!!!!!

The body he threw into the water suddenly appeared on the fishing boat again!

"It's over!"

"I really became a scapegoat!"

Zhao Hai's mind was blank!

"Ah!!!"

Not long after, a very miserable cry was faintly heard on the surface of the Beijiang River.

"Qin Yang, how did you train your physique?"

"If I had your muscles."

"Junior Sister Yun Ling might like me."

In the small courtyard.

The pale Song Lingzi was still hanging on the tree, with envy in his eyes.

Qin Yang, naked and strong, was practicing the Thunder Palm in the courtyard.

He didn't seem to hear Song Lingzi's words. He clapped his palms quickly, forming palm shadows all over the sky, and sounded a dull thunderous sound.

Qin Yang suddenly flashed in front of Song Lingzi and struck out with a thunderous palm.

The air surges wildly.

He showed no mercy at all and hit Song Lingzi directly in the face.

Bang~

The moment his palm hit Song Lingzi.

With a hiss.

Song Lingzi turned into a piece of wood and was beaten to pieces by Qin Yang.

"You guy, you have to fight with me every time you come here!"

Song Lingzi appeared strangely behind Qin Yang, shaking his head silently.

"Is this a puppet art or an illusion?"

Qin Yang asked curiously.

In the past half month, he and Song Lingzi have become good friends, knowing that the other party is best at puppetry and illusion.

"Of course it's the puppet technique. I haven't mastered the illusion technique well, and I can't hide it from your eyes."

Song Lingzi shook his head.

"On the night of the previous assessment, you must have also used the puppet technique."

Qin Yang said softly.

"Of course. That's the evil spirit that I finally trained with the Death Qi and Yin Qi sacrifices, but in the end, you guys beat them all to death." Song Lingzi felt very depressed when he mentioned this matter.

"You spiritual masters can still cultivate evil spirits." Qin Yang was stunned.

"Of course. Some perverts will even train themselves to become evil spirits in exchange for powerful power."

"The spiritual masters are just a bunch of lunatics anyway."

Song Lingzi complained.

"Aren't you the same?" Qin Yang rolled his eyes.

"Master Dao is different!"

"Master Tao is a man who wants to become an immortal. How could he be crazy?"

Song Lingzi sneered.

Qin Yang shook his head, really planning to continue practicing.

A guard from the Tianxian Division came in.