"Cheng Baihu! Didn't you see Ji Jiulang attacking Shangguan? Why didn't you stop him!"

In the back hall of the government office, a furious and furious roar came out.

Lan Hong coughed twice, his chest was wrapped with several circles of gauze, his pale face turned red, and veins popped out on his forehead.

He stared hard at Cheng Qianli, and with the retrograde flow of Qi and blood, the muscles, bones, skin and flesh that had been soothing began to throb and ache again.

"According to Tiqi, Xiaoqi, Zongqi and many other witnesses present, it was you, Lan Baihu, who made the first move, and it was a sneak attack.

That punch will make a hole in your iron body, not to mention your flesh and blood body!"

Cheng Qianli picked up the tea lid and gently scraped it twice, took a sip, and said calmly:

"Ji Jiulang is not dead. He is lucky, and Lan Baihu is also lucky.

Otherwise, a charge of murdering the candidates of the martial arts hall will be suspended.

Now you are not sitting in the back hall of the government office, but you are being imprisoned and tortured."

A fierce light flashed across Lan Hong's eyes, and he said sternly:

"He obviously follows a horizontal training path, and his muscles and bones are extremely strong, so he can't get hurt anywhere!"

Cheng Qianli chuckled and teased:

"That's impossible to say. Lan Baihu, you are so young and promising. You have entered the second realm of Tongmai early and have condensed the talents of two Qi meridians.

Who at the same level can take your punch and remain unscathed?

What if Jikuro was injured internally, but it didn’t happen immediately... it’s possible, right?”

Give you a hammer!

Lan Hong gritted his teeth, and in anger, the thick gauze on his chest oozed red blood.

The punch that Ji Yuan returned was as powerful and aggressive as fire, and it instantly rushed into the limbs and bones.

The beating made his chest dent, and half of his body was numb.

The doctor said that at least twelve bones were broken. Even if he was carefully nursed back to health, it would take ten days before he could go to the ground.

"Is this the case? It is said that Heilongtai has the most stringent rules and regulations.

Nowadays, a Tiqi dares to attack hundreds of households, how dignified is it?!"

Lan Hong's face was gloomy. This time he stole the chicken but lost the rice. He did not kill Ji Yuan, but made himself lose face.

If you spread the word, I'm afraid it will make people laugh!

"Lan Baihu, you can fill this vacancy because Lin Lu died and made way for you.

But why he lost his life in the fire scene of Yizhuang, you and I both know it well.

Rabbits can bite when cornered, not to mention a young eagle.

Since there are some things that you don’t have any control over, don’t make it too embarrassing.”

Cheng Qianli put down the teacup in his hand, threw away these words and left.

He is in the third level of blood exchange, how could he take Lan Hong, who is in the second level of Tongmai, in his eyes.

In the official circles of the Jing Dynasty, regardless of external factors such as family background and patronage, martial arts level became the only way to judge the level.

Strength and weakness have their own destiny!

When Cheng Qianli walked away, Lan Hong slowly put away his angry expression and sneered:

"The young eagle flaps its wings and flies high for nine days, but it still has to have that chance.

Ji Jiulang, let me see how you break your wings and fall to the ground!"

He closed his eyes, moved his energy and blood, and dissolved the fine wound medicine applied to his chest.

Wisps of spicy heat penetrate the skin membrane and travel quickly throughout the body.

Flesh and blood that should have long since rotted are constantly moving and changing, creating an illusion of vitality.

"Being injured and bedridden gave me the perfect excuse."

Lan Hong suddenly thought of something, his eyes darkened, and he grinned.

After receiving Ji Jiulang's heavy punch, he responded to the situation and took advantage of the situation.

Deliberately pretending to be extremely serious and in need of rest.

"Song Yunsheng and Zhou Zian, these two losers, learned the secret method of White Bone Dao, but they leaked their whereabouts and created such a big battle.

There are so many experts in Tianjing City, so we can only act with caution."

Lan Hong narrowed his eyes, and the murderous intent in his chest calmed down.

In normal times, wait until ten days and a half have passed.

Ji Jiulang will definitely be killed suddenly at home, and no one will be able to find any traces.

Now if we want to achieve something big, we can only endure it temporarily.

Although he is hiding in the Black Dragon Taipei Yamen, he belongs to the dark under the lamp.

Coupled with the cover of thousands of Meng Changhe, the Ministry of War and the Three Law Departments could not find him at all.

But even so, we must still be cautious to avoid missing the plan to destroy the saint.

"It's a pity that this body's foundation is so poor that I was bullied by an ant in the second level of Tongmai."

A hint of coldness flashed across Lan Hong's eyes. When he chose the physical body, he should have made a more powerful living corpse to serve as his identity.

……

……

As the sky grew dark, Ji Yuan returned to the dilapidated courtyard of Nanmen Hutong, carrying two slices of braised duck and a jar of Jiannan Shaochun.

Sure enough, the old monk heard the noise and immediately opened the door and came out.

"My good disciple, my master went out to beg for alms today and saw a fortune teller. He said that a young man named Ji was destined to be my disciple."

The killer monk holding a broken bowl and with skinny cheeks said with a smile.

"How many fortune tellers keep their word? They are all charlatans.

There is wine and meat, please enjoy it slowly and don’t think too much.”

For this old monk whose origin he still didn't know, Ji Yuan could only enshrine a great master in the third level of blood exchange at home.

Anyway, there is no extra expense, just a few meals a day.

The martial arts schools, escort agencies, and guild halls outside don't have a few thousand taels of silver, but they can't afford to hire people like this.

"My good disciple, have you provoked villains recently?"

The killing monk tore off the duck legs, dipped them in the fragrant brine and ate them.

"How to say?"

Ji Yuan raised his eyebrows.

"Master, I see that there is a black cloud between your eyebrows, and there is blood shining in the evil spirit. Within a few days, there must be a big disaster."

The killing monk is old, but his teeth are very good, and he can chew the bones together.

"Master, can you also read faces?"

Ji Yuan asked as if he was curious.

"I don't understand numerology. But I have developed clairvoyance as a teacher and can observe complexion.

Just like you, at first glance, you are nothing special, just a look of blood and evil, not much different from those military households who kill people and cut grass, and the strong men who rob families and homes.

But if you look carefully, you will see that the eyes are like an eagle, the head is like a wolf, and the aura is strong, which is the fortune of a big tyrant and a traitor.

But as long as this is the case, I will not accept you as a disciple, and the seeds of disaster for the country and troubled times cannot enter Buddhism."

The killing monk took a sip of Jiannan Shaochun, and the spicy liquor rolled into his stomach, bringing with it a burning sensation.

"Looking at the air with the eye of the sky, if you look deeper, you will see a vague blue-white flame, erratic, like a god riding a dragon, with boundless power.

It is a rare acquired fate. I have only seen one, two, three, four, five... about seven or eight in my life."

Ji Yuan was a little proud at first, but after hearing this, his face trembled and he said helplessly:

"Then master, why don't you accept the seven or eight people in front of you as your disciples? Why do you have to catch me?"

The killing monk shook his head repeatedly and said:

"There is no predestined method, there is no predestined method, and I can't pass on my legacy!

Either the person holding the steel knife only has the intention to kill but no benevolence, or the character is not strong enough to uphold the precepts.

The most pity is that a girl is good at everything, but she is born too well-off and has too strong social connections.

Only you, my good disciple, with a murderous spirit and a kind heart,

I have thoroughly understood the secret of killing to protect the way, so I should join my lineage and achieve the status of Bodhisattva!"
To be continued...