Qi Xiaoyue put down the food boxes one by one, pouted her mouth and glanced at the busy cooks and maids around her. She felt a little unhappy. These maids had finished all their work, how could they serve the young master in the future?

At this moment, seeing Qi Hao walking leisurely from outside the door, he immediately stepped forward and asked:

"Young Master, what did you do? Why did you come back after a whole morning?"

Qi Hao smiled, holding a purse in his hand and threw it to Xiaoyue. When Xiaoyue opened it, she immediately found that it was all covered with silver!

"Young Master, where did you get the money? This style of silver is not like the money in the clan, but why does it look like money from the gambling house in the county?" Xiaoyue is most sensitive to coins on weekdays and can tell at a glance something is wrong.

Qi Hao laughed, without saying anything, and steadily walked into the inner hall with Qi Xiaoyue's regretful eyes. He sat quietly, and had a certain understanding of the primary stage of "Son of Luck". The system did not deceive himself. He sat in the gambling house for a whole morning, but he actually won a bag of money with just a few broken silver. If the gambling house owner had known that he was the new Wu Tongsheng, the other party would have to do anything to him.

"The son of luck should indeed exist, but I don't know where the upper limit of luck is, and it still needs further verification." Qi Hao narrowed his eyes and thought.

"I am verifying it on ordinary people now, and I have not tried it from those martial artists in the vein-expanding realm. Did it mean that this way of luck is actually the way of accumulation of cultivation? Is the higher the martial arts cultivation, the more profound the condensation of luck? What is the limit I can influence now?"

Things like luck are too vague and untraceable, and I can't even find an objective measurement standard. I can only say that I can barely feel the existence of this kind of thing, but I don't know how much intensity it can be.

...

Seven days later, twelve children from Wuning County gathered outside the city again, while Zuntian Feng, the county officials, came to the scene with the county officials, and the road was opened by black-clad men, escorting all the way to the foot of Xiaocang Mountain.

"You need to hunt for ten days, but you need to hunt a ferocious beast, not the ferocious beasts we see on weekdays, but those ferocious beasts that have become spirits and have some wisdom!"

"Dear Tongsheng, no matter whether you come back alive in ten days, Tongsheng's person will be retained, and all kinds of discounts for your family will be retained. You can rest assured of this."

"I hope I can still see you in ten days."

Qi Hao walked up to Cao Guangji and Xu Yu nodded slightly and greeted him, then he disappeared alone in the dense forest.

"Qi Hao went in alone?"

"Didn't you say you want to join us together?" Ma Sanqiu was stunned when he looked at Qi Hao's departure.

"He has some things to deal with by himself, let's go." Xu Yu glanced deeply at Qi Hao who had disappeared in the dense forest and said in a low voice.

There are also many people watching from all major families at this moment. Qi Dalin stood in the distance, looking at Qi Hao disappearing without a trace, and he felt calm for no reason. He said without looking back:

"How are things ready?"

Qi Er clasped his fists and said, "Everything is ready, he will definitely not survive this time! No matter which side, he wants him to die, otherwise when he enters the Linyuan Sect, it will be our end."

"Don't mess up the matter anymore, otherwise I'll ask you." Qi Dalin's tone was calm without any slight turbulence, but the murderous intent revealed in his words was like a stern dragon sound, which made people frightened.

Qi Hao entered the dense forest alone, looking at the vast mountain, and couldn't help feeling relieved. He found a legend in the original owner's memory. Xiaocang Mountain in Yancheng did not actually exist, but because two martial arts powerful men fought fiercely near Xiaocang Mountain. One of them split the Yangchuan River with one palm. The Yangchuan River flowed down from the upper reaches and passed around Wuning County. The waves are still there; the other person sank the earth with one punch, forming the Hulu Valley, and there are even boxing marks in the valley, but no one has seen it yet.

Before, Qi Hao entered Xiaocang Mountain to practice, but he only dared to practice on the outermost level and did not dare to get close to the inside. Now that he stepped inside, he began to feel a little uneasy.

At the same time, in another section of Xiaocang Mountain, a pair of soldiers were quietly surrounding a young man stepping into it. The young man was holding silk in his hand, and a map was drawn on the silk, which was marked with the names of many hills on Xiaocang Mountain. The young man looked like a smile on his face, but his eyes were cold and calm. Looking at the distant mountains like clusters and the cliffs, he couldn't help but slowly frowning:

"This Xiaocang Mountain faces south and north, and the surrounding mountains are undulating like dragons hiding. This place is indeed not simple." The young man carried his hands on his back. Although he looked young, he had an old aura between his eyebrows, as if everything was in his hands.

"The history of Ocang Mountain is no longer verified, but it is said that this place was once formed by two martial arts powers with human power, not by heaven and earth's creation."

"Since I have been here for guidance from the old clan of the sect, I have been here for three days, but I have no clue at all. It's really a headache."

"If Mr. Ling is brought to me here to deduce it, how can I wait until now?"

The young man sighed, and a middle-aged man next to him said with a smile:

"Young Master, Mr. Ling is deducing the secrets of heaven for you. It's already a bad thing. God is jealous. It's impossible for him to come here. Secondly, you know Mr. Ling's own situation, so he can't come here."

The young man thought for a moment and nodded slowly. Mr. Ling is an old man in the clan. Although he is only a guest official, his status in the clan is extremely high. If it were not for Mr. Ling who sacrificed his life to deduce, his clan would have relied on Mr. Ling to raise the status of the family by a threshold. However, he was punished by heaven. When he went out to practice, he was cut off his foundation and suffered a secret injury. From then on, his cultivation was even more difficult to improve.

The young master sighed and stared at the silk in his hand and searched carefully. Finally, he set a position and said, "Everyone, come with me to Hulujian to see. In addition, Guard Qiu, you should bring two people over and catch a few local mountain people. I will interrogate them personally. Finally, we will meet in Hulujian!"

One of the bearded soldiers immediately took the order and rushed away with two soldiers wearing leather armor and carrying bows and swords.

"The rest, follow me!"

...

"This Xiaocang Mountain is a real horse thief base camp," Qi Hao looked at the mountains from afar, but a hint of haze was involuntarily in his heart. What the original owner remembered was the white horse thief base camp. "Chen Ya proposed to the county master that the hunting place was here, which was considered ulterior motives."

"Well, it's Sima Zhao's heart that has ulterior motives and improper words." Qi Hao's body flickered and he quickly walked through the forest, but he sneered in his heart. Since they had all dug holes and waited for him to jump in, it would be better to take the initiative!
Chapter completed!