Start from the Martial Arts

"This..." The two martial arts masters of the Dou family hesitated.

Yan Chong stood beside Su Lingyun without saying a word.

"Okay." The Dou family martial artist could only agree, "Please also ask Mr. Fang to describe the details of that day."

"It should be." Fang Xiu nodded, "That day..."

He repeated the words he had agreed with Ma Sandao.

Immediately afterwards, the Dou family martial artist asked some more details, and Fang Xiu answered them one by one.

Seeing this, the two of them exchanged glances, then cupped their hands and said, "In that case, the Dou family has no doubts anymore. I hope you'll forgive me for disturbing you, and I'll take my leave!"

The two of them left without any hesitation.

"Thank you, Senior Sister Su, for helping me out." Fang Xiu cupped his fists at Su Lingyun.

"I'm just doing it for the sake of Sister Ye and my classmates...I'm not helping you specifically!" Su Lingyun said.

...

The two martial arts masters from the Dou family turned into a narrow alley.

The old man with a long beard who was walking in front suddenly stopped.

The middle-aged man following him also stopped.

"There is indeed something wrong with that kid!" The old man with a long beard sneered, twisting his beard.

"What should we do? Do we want to tell the Dou family truthfully?" the middle-aged man asked.

The old man with a long beard waved his hand, "This can only mean that he is hiding something... It is not necessarily him who killed Protector Ling."

"The eldest lady of the Dou family has repeatedly urged us, and she will definitely not be satisfied with this answer."

The middle-aged man said solemnly.

The old man with a long beard snorted coldly: "Don't pay attention! Today we have shown our attitude. What does a woman know? You can directly return to Dou Xuanying, and he will know what to do."

"I understand." The middle-aged man nodded.

"Go ahead."

"Yes, my subordinates are resigning!"

When the middle-aged man left, the old man with a long beard stretched out his hand and wiped it hard on his face.

I saw that his rough skin, which was originally covered with age spots, quickly regained the luster and elasticity of a young man. In just a few breaths, it turned into an unattractive young face.

It turns out that this person is the altar leader of the Qingshi County branch of the Immortality Sect, Qianmianlang.

Qianmianlang walked towards the narrow alley, taking off his outer robe and changing his accessories.

When he walked out of the alley, every part of his body except his eyes had undergone obvious changes.

Qianmian Lang called a carriage and went straight to Yixing Town in the north of the city.

He came to a house in the north and sent a greeting card.

Within a moment, the housekeeper welcomed him in and took him outside the study.

"Sir, the guests have arrived."

"You go down."

"yes."

"No one is allowed near here."

"yes!"

After the housekeeper left, Qianmianlang pushed the door open and entered.

I saw an old man in his early sixties standing with his hands behind his hands, looking at the portrait of a middle-aged man hanging on the wall.

"Qian Mian Lang, the master of the sub-altar in Qingshi County, please see the Holy Envoy!" Qian Mian Lang bowed respectfully.

The old man turned around. His hair was gray, but his face was ruddy and there were few wrinkles.

It was Li Feixiong, the master of Sanjue Martial Arts School.

"I'm not a member of the Immortality Cult. Don't talk nonsense!"

Upon hearing this, Qianmianlang looked at the portrait of a middle-aged man hanging on the wall, his face full of longing.

"Thinking back to those days, the Venerable created his own three skills, entered the realm of Huajin Grandmaster, and shared the same glory with the leader.

There are two masters of my holy religion, and they are only one step away from completing the great cause of changing the world.

As the only grandson of His Holiness, it is natural for you to succeed to the position of Holy Envoy. "

"Hmph!" Li Feixiong sneered, "Back then, Li Wuji was arbitrary and self-willed. In order to break through his innate talent, he directly sucked up all his grandfather's skills.

If it weren't for my grandfather's genius and the blessing of God, who broke and then established, and created the three unique skills of his own, I am afraid that my Li family would have been wiped out long ago!

Ever since my grandfather broke up with Li Wuji, the Li family has had nothing to do with the Immortality Sect! "

Qianmianlang advised: "Why bother, Lord Holy Envoy! What happened a generation ago has passed. You still don't know that the Holy Envoy in power in the religion now is Lord Qinglian!"

"Qinglian..." Li Feixiong's expression changed slightly.

"Master Qinglian's ginseng creation, the holy religion is already preparing for her to attack the innate world!" Qianmian Lang said quickly.

"Xiantian?!" Li Feixiong's body was shocked.

"I heard that the adopted son of the Holy Envoy has already mastered the three arts. If the Holy Religion gives full support, it will be enough to push his cultivation to the level of Dark Strength."

Qianmianlang strikes while the iron is hot, with a fanatical expression.

"At that time, if the Holy Envoy can absorb all his power, the Holy Religion may be able to regain the glory of one sect and two masters!"

boom!

As soon as Qianmianlang finished speaking, he felt a suffocating and terrifying aura erupting from Li Feixiong's body, as if substantial strength was twisting around him.

However, the next moment, this breath disappeared instantly.

"You are not allowed to touch Shan'er! Otherwise...I will inform the court of the location of the main altar of the Immortality Sect!" Li Feixiong said coldly.

"Lord Holy Envoy?!"

Qianmianlang looked in disbelief.

"Call me Master Li!" Li Feixiong's eyes flashed with a glint.

"It's...Master Li."

Qianmianlang lowered his head.

"If nothing happens, you can leave!" Li Feixiong waved his hand.

"Martial Master Li's killing of the Holy Cult Protector does not need to be investigated. But there is another matter, which was explained by the Holy Envoy of Golden Thunder. The deaths of Fang Xiu and Ling Protector seem to be..." Qianmianlang gritted his teeth. road.

"Tell Jin Lei, don't test my bottom line! Even a dog from my Sanjue Martial Arts School... can't be touched!" Li Feixiong narrowed his eyes, and a dangerous aura appeared.

"Yes! Subordinate... I will definitely bring the words here to you. I will leave now!" Qianmianlang felt like a light on his back and quickly retreated.

After Qian Mianlang left, Li Feixiong turned his back and looked at the portrait on the wall.

"I'm so considerate...how can you understand?"

...

at the same time.

Fang Xiu followed the team to Ye Zhai to take Bai Yu and Bai Jue home.

After not seeing him for half a month, the two children seemed very excited to see him.

He took his two children directly to a restaurant for a big meal and then returned home.

"The Dou family...it's best not to provoke me."

On the way back, Fang Xiu thought of what happened today.

Anyway, in the city, the Dou family can't do anything to him.

As for leaving the city...

It is now April, and after the beginning of spring, it is almost impossible to catch red-blooded carp.

He didn't like other treasure fish worth several taels of silver at all.

There is basically no need to leave the city from now on, just practice hard.

"Time flies so fast! Next month will be my eighteenth birthday..."

Fang Xiu sighed in his heart.

...

...

Time flies.

Two years passed in a flash.

Fang Xiu has already mastered the three skills of Thunder Fist, Wind Kick, and Ice Palm. The first three moves can be said to be mastered.

The reason why it didn't break through the tendon barrier was that the blood and Qi could continue to rise without reaching the bottleneck.

Secondly, it was because he spent most of his energy cultivating the Hunyuan Qi Jue.

In just two years, his internal strength increased from twenty-one years to thirty-three years, a full twelve years.

If this cultivation speed were known to the Immortality Cult, some people might really be willing to respect him as their leader.

The main reason why his skill has grown so fast is because he has the financial resources to keep up.

In addition, he sent the Wave-Talking Kung to Fucheng for auction and sold it for a high price of 5,800 taels.

After two years of use, there were still more than a thousand taels of silver left.

However, although the city is prosperous, there are no elixirs for sale that can improve one's skills.

As for those precious medicines that greatly replenish qi and blood, once they appear, they will be divided up by the major forces.

Many resources are not circulating in the market at all, and you can't buy them even if you have money.

Relying on the Ye family's connections, he was able to buy a few blood ginseng.

Fortunately, Fang Xiu was able to catch red-blooded king carp and other large-sized treasure fish in winter.

Unfortunately, since he last caught that golden-finned sturgeon, he has only caught one golden-finned sturgeon in the past two years, and it was much smaller than before.

"On my 20th birthday next month, the [die young] fate will no longer be applicable."

Fang Xiu sighed.

But fortunately, he is not planning to practice new external and internal skills.

At the current stage of external strength, foundation and resources are the most important.

Besides, Fang Xiu is currently majoring in internal strength.

There is no bottleneck in improving internal strength, and learning ability and understanding do not play any role.

"It seems it's time to go to Fucheng."

Fang Xiu makes a decision.

In the past two years, he has frequently corresponded with Ma Sandao.

Occasionally I would go to Fucheng to visit him.

Four months ago, Fang Xiu learned that the old tree in Masandao was rejuvenating and wanted to try to attack the Jinguan. He specially asked the caravan to send a blood ginseng and a frozen red blood carp.

As a result, three months ago, Ma Sandao wrote back, saying that he had really achieved a breakthrough.

Although he is nearly fifty years old, his vitality and blood are declining.

But now that he has become a martial artist and has a good relationship with the warden, he was actually promoted to the rank of school captain and received the rank of ninth-grade official, and he continues to serve.

Just like the old saying.

There are people in the court who like to be officials.

However, Fang Xiu also suffered from the loss of the allocation system.

If you go to the capital prison, you can only start as a jailer.

"Why don't you recognize Uncle Ma as your adoptive father..."

Fang Xiu really had this idea in his mind.

It wasn't because he was greedy for the school captain's establishment, but because Ma Sandao had a close relationship with his father Fang Xiao and treated him like his own son.

Fang Xiu wanted to support him until his death.

Thinking of this, Fang Xiu immediately wrote to Ma Sandao.

Let's see if we can get him to work as a jailer in Fucheng Prison.

Not long after, he received a reply from Masandao, asking him to pack up and move to Fucheng.