Di Qinglin's carriage is very impressive.

This carriage cost a lot of money, a lot of money, and it was more valuable than Shen Lian's house.

Spending such a huge amount of gold and silver, there should be countless hidden weapons inside, which can launch flying needles, defend against arrows, and even cross rivers if necessary.

Di Qinglin's carriage is not like that. It is a luxurious carriage, made of various rare woods. It is a spacious and comfortable carriage.

For a rich kid like Di Qinglin who has no official position and spends his time eating, drinking and having fun, money is just a number on an account book and he can spend it however he wants.

He doesn't need traps, he just needs to make himself feel comfortable, but he is very uncomfortable now.

Anyone who was arrested would not feel very comfortable when the police came to their door, especially this policeman who was very rude and stood in front of the carriage, like a ferocious beast.

The man who drove Di Qinglin was named Zhao Zheng, Yang Zheng's immediate boss, who deceived superiors and deceived subordinates, and was cunning and wise.

Looking at Yang Zheng blocking the road, Zhao Zheng waved his claws without hesitation. He couldn't wait to show off his martial arts skills in front of Lord Di Hou, hoping to be favored by him.

Capture with eagle claws, as fast as lightning!

Zhao Zheng was able to achieve his current position not only by flattering others, but also by having real materials. Yang Zheng had no time to react before his wrist was caught by Zhao Zheng.

As long as Zhao Zheng adds another three points of strength, Yang Zheng's wrist bones will be crushed. It's a pity that he doesn't have three points of strength.

Not only did he not have three points of strength, he didn't even have one point of strength, because Yang Zheng had two hands. When one hand was caught, the other hand punched hard.

"Boom!"

The fist hit Zhao Zheng's abdomen hard, and Zhao Zheng suddenly burst into tears and ran to the corner to vomit.

The stench of the overnight meal and wine instantly filled the space of more than ten feet in radius. Di Qinglin looked at Yang Zheng with admiration and called Yang Zheng to get on his carriage.

"What a tough guy. I've never seen you take action like that. In order to hit someone, you actually didn't hesitate to let the other person take your vitals first."

Yang Zheng smiled and said: "I haven't seen it either. It was something I came up with on the spur of the moment. I don't know martial arts."

"Then what do you know?"

"Desperately!"

"What do you want from me?"

"VIP!"

"who?"

"Sisi."

"Sisi has already left. If a woman wants to leave, it's like it's going to rain. No one can stop her. How can I put her in a cage?"

Yang Zheng fell silent.

"Goodbye, Lord Marquis!"

Before he finished speaking, Yang Zheng left the carriage.

He held a small piece of fingernail in his hand.

These are women's nails, smeared with refined impatiens juice, hidden in the cracks under the seat cushion. If Yang Zheng hadn't been careful, he wouldn't have been able to detect them.

Looking at the bright red nails in his hand, Yang Zheng was 80% sure that Di Qinglin was lying just now.

But so what?

How to convict the Marquis based on just a piece of fingernail?

Yang Zheng knew this was absolutely impossible, but he would always find a way. This is what Yang Hen told him.

There are always flaws in everything, and as long as the flaws can be found, even an earthworm can shake a towering tree.

This was originally a principle of martial arts, and even Yang Hen did not expect that Yang Zheng would use this principle to solve the case.

On the carriage, Di Qinglin gently rubbed the edge of the seat cushion. There was originally a piece of fingernail hidden there, but now the nail was gone. It was obviously taken away by Yang Zheng.

This little hunter who is as fierce as a liger is actually as delicate as a civet. It’s so interesting!

Di Qinglin ordered softly: "Yang Zheng will not check me out for no reason. Sisi has a sister who is Yang Zheng's best friend. What is her name?"

"Ruyu!"

"Get rid of Ruyu, tonight!"

"I'll do it immediately!"

Di Qinglin took out his short knife and carefully trimmed his nails: "The injured beast is the most ferocious. If you want to see the strongest beast, you must let him get injured!"

"How did you injure Shen Lian?"

"I will create an environment for him so that he can never take a step back. Do you know what it will be like? I just can't wait."

"You can't retreat, you can run!"

"He won't run."

"Why?"

"If he runs away, Feng Siniang will die and hundreds of people will suffer. I have carefully analyzed Shen Lian's information and found that people are his biggest weakness."

"A woman's kindness can hardly achieve great things!"

Di Qinglin said seriously: "You are wrong. In this world, no matter good people or bad people, no matter gentlemen or villains, those who can become strong have perseverance and perseverance of their own.

This persistence does not matter whether it is right or wrong, nor whether it can achieve great things, but whether it can persevere.

If Shen Lian can stick to his principles, even if he is turned into powder, I will give him a stick of incense."

"Shen Lian's principles are ridiculous!"

"I feel very terrible!"

Di Qinglin said lightly: "I don't know what the significance of this is, but I can feel that it is a majestic force that can overwhelm mountains and seas."

"What did you use against him?"

"No matter how powerful a person is, he can't stand up to the natural pressure of heaven and earth. He can't stand up to the combined attacks of strong wind, fire, thunder, and lightning. He will be defeated without a doubt!"

Di Qinglin is full of confidence.

He had known a long time ago that Zhu Yuanzhang would attack a noble family like theirs, so he found a strong ally early with the thought of being a cunning rabbit in three holes.

…

Shen Lian, who was cared about by Di Qinglin, did not realize the danger was coming, or in other words, no one could predict this completely unpredictable danger.

Shen Lian is proficient in catching thieves and cannot do divination.

It is said that among the founding heroes, the ghost king Xu Ruowu and the censor Liu Bowen were good at stargazing and divination.

Shen Lian remembered the instructions they gave him.

Xu Ruowu is talking about half-gods and half-ghosts!

Liu Bowen is talking about half man and half beast!

Very correct!

The correct one simply deserves a beating.

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't defeat Xu Ruowu, Shen Lian would have really wanted to beat this old bastard hard, and then asked Xu Ruowu if he expected to be beaten today?

Shen Lian is visiting an old man.

He was a lame old man named Ling. He walked around the streets sharpening scissors and cutting knives on weekdays. There seemed to be nothing special about him. What was ordinary could not be more ordinary.

Shen Lian knew that he was no ordinary person.

He is a descendant of the Mohist family and lives a poor life, not because he has no ability, but because he respects the rules of the sages.

Master Ling inherited half of the non-attack mechanics, but he is not proficient in "casting", he is proficient in "form".

There are Bole in the world, and then there are thousand-mile horses. There are always thousand-mile horses, but there are not always Bole. Master Ling is a Bole who specializes in mechanisms, weapons, and weapons.

Of course, Master Ling's lack of proficiency is aimed at those master craftsmen. His casting skills are considered to be unparalleled in the world, and the weapons he forges are worth thousands of gold.

Shen Lian bowed and gave a salute: "I have heard the name of Master Ling for a long time, so I take the liberty of disturbing you. Senior, please forgive me."

Master Ling raised his head and glanced at Shen Lian: "What does this officer want from me? I don't need to judge the sword on your back, and I don't have the strength to forge a sword."

He is in his eighties, old and frail. Even if he is very skilled, he can no longer lift a sledgehammer.

Shen Lian smiled and said: "I want to attack without mercy!"

Non-offensive is the ideological proposition of Mohism, and it is also the magic weapon directly inherited from Mohism. It is composed of thousands of exquisite machine parts and can be transformed into a variety of weapons.

Under normal circumstances, the non-attack weapon can be transformed into a belt wrapped around the waist. When necessary, it can be transformed into a flying claw lasso, crossbow, shield, or sword.

It sounds like a good fit for Akazunshin, because Akazunshin is proficient in all weapons and can choose the appropriate weapon according to the enemy's martial arts to defeat the enemy.

But if Chi Zunxin gets Fei Gong, Fei Gong is just a piece of scrap metal, because the magic weapon has spirit. How can Chi Zunxin's arrogant and domineering character fit in with Fei Gong?

"The magic weapon has spirit, you can't force it."

"I want to try it!"

Master Ling did not refuse. He had long wanted to find a successor for Fei Gong, but there was no suitable one. If Shen Lian could fit in, his wish would be fulfilled.
To be continued...