The city gate caught fire, affecting the fish in the pond.
As dusk approached, school was over.
I should have gone home as usual.
My home is in Longrongfang, which is considered a remote suburb. It is rundown, cramped, dirty, damp and dark, making living here very uncomfortable.
There are only three tile-roofed houses left in the orphanage, not counting the spacious main hall, but it is home after all, where he grew up.
He didn't know his life experience. I heard from my sister that when she went out that day, she picked him up when he was only three years old and huddled at the door. Fortunately, he still had a name, it was a wooden sign.
Engraved with the characters Hou Feng.
So he took Hou Feng as his name.
Seeing his sister working hard, he also wanted to grow up and help out soon. So he thought of joining a gang, but was dissuaded by his teachings.
In fact, it was not because of his teacher’s dissuasion, he just had a dream.
Then he woke up.
Now he is also awake.
The surroundings were dark and miserable, and it looked like it should be on a carriage. I heard they said that it would be transported to the harbor, and that the spirit boat would take off soon. By then, it would be all over the world and I didn’t know where it would land.
If he was offered the job of a young master in a rich family, he would have to think twice before refusing. If he was sold as a slave, he would have to refuse flatly.
He also heard even scarier things from teachers in the school, but now he can't even think about it.
Now he only regrets why he came into contact with the Sick Tiger Gang. He can grow up honestly and wait for his spiritual roots to be tested before deciding his own fate. Now, who knows what the outcome will be.
If it's better, you might still be alive, but if it's bad, you probably won't even be able to save your own life.
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"Is this the last batch?"
"Not yet."
"There's still a batch left. Let's get them together and board the ship together."
"Where do you think they will be transported?"
"Who knows, as long as we can earn spiritual stones, it won't be enough."
The sack was dragged off the carriage and then placed on the puppet carriage on the other side. The young and strong man stood in front and counted. He flipped through the pages of the account book in his hand until he confirmed that there were no problems.
The waiter then said: "Thanks for your hard work, brothers, just finish this. This time, we are being pushed hard by the superiors."
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"Is it too urgent?" The second leader of the Sick Tiger Gang put down his tea bowl, sat on the seat with a golden sword, and said with his hands raised: "No matter how talented our brothers are, we can't gather together hundreds of spiritual roots that were ten years old.
Shangjia's children are usually in their teens or twenties in the past, so why are there so many on this trip?"
"What do you know!"
Hall entrance.
The middle-aged man sitting on the big tiger-skin chair continued: "There was a surprise attack in the helm. It is said that it was done by a powerful Yuanying old monster. Even the helmsman was injured, not to mention other monks. Don't we need this?
When looking for cubs to send up, you should know the methods above."
The second boss was shocked.
The organization makes people die at the third watch, but no one is left until the fifth watch.
If he hadn't seen the organization's methods, he would definitely not be a minion.
Now I have both glory and wealth, as well as the care of my superiors. I am so happy.
That is to say, there is more pressure.
When the organization calms down this time, there will be no need to make such a big show, and they can completely return to their original low-key appearance.
As a person, you should keep a low profile.
"Who is so bold as to break into the organization's branch?"
"I don't know."
"I heard from the messenger above that he is a puppet monk. His body is an unparalleled powerful puppet of heaven."
"How many Tianji puppets can be made in total?"
"The Great Weapon Sect, the Heavenly Weapon Holy Land, the Divine Weapon..."
"Okay, don't complain here. Once we have gathered the little ones, you can escort them to the sub-helm to see the market."
The leader of the Sick Tiger Gang waved his hands impatiently. He didn't know the specific situation. The envoy spoke in general terms and was impatient. If he got tired of being rude, he would continue to ask questions.
Don't let the second boss ask questions now, after all, he doesn't have any inventory in his stomach.
"Really?"
The second master was gearing up, cupping his hands and saying, "Thank you, brother."
…
"Master is back." said the sick tiger gang members who were guarding outside the hall.
He Shuli always felt that he had forgotten something, but it didn't seem to be important.
The most important thing now is to come back and recover as soon as possible.
"No trouble, right?" The leader of the Sick Tiger Gang looked at the master with a smile.
He Shuli hurriedly handed over his hands and said: "Back to the gang leader, everything went well. Xu Zhangyin from the orphanage accepted the gift and readily agreed, never mentioning the children. Maybe we can develop along this route in the future, and there will be no need for brothers.
They work hard walking through the streets."
"I have to thank the superiors for coming up with such a wonderful idea."
"Wonderful!" Sick Tiger clapped and praised.
By establishing a relationship with the Yangji Si Yamen and conquering the palm prints of those courtyards, it is equivalent to letting the Yangji Si raise their children for them, and they can also screen them, just waiting to reap the benefits.
As for the relationship with the superiors, they don't need to worry about their little Sick Tiger Gang, as long as they can get along well with the palm prints around them.
If anyone refuses to agree, there will naturally be a way to deal with it.
"Indescribably wonderful."
He Shuli looked at the leader of the Sick Tiger Gang with a smile.
This gang leader looks middle-aged, with sunken cheeks, and looks sickly, but he is a real master of foundation building. It's just that he made a deficit when building the foundation, so he never raised it well. This is not
Hindering the gang leader's strength.
Even if Huang Shi didn't die of a sudden illness, the Sick Tiger Gang could turn around and destroy him when they freed up their hands.
Sooner or later, the territory of Longrongfang will fall into the hands of their Sick Tiger Gang.
"Huang Shi died of a sudden illness."
He Shuli frowned.
He always felt that something was not right, as if he had forgotten something.
The cause of Huang Shi's death didn't seem to be this. He seemed to have heard someone say that Huang Shi was killed by someone, not because of a sudden illness. As a Qigong practitioner in the later period, no matter how fast the illness comes, the person will die before dawn.
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Hearing the master's murmur, the leader of the Sick Tiger Gang also said: "It's a pity, Huang Shi is quite talented. If he is willing to surrender, I wouldn't mind giving him the position of third leader. Who would have thought that he would not be punished if he toasted
Liquor, no, he will die before we can take action."
"It's really a cycle of natural retribution!"
"oh."
"Do you think so too?"
The hoarse voice reached the ears of Dingshan, the leader of the Sick Tiger Gang.
Dingshan, who was originally wearing a golden sword, suddenly raised his head and looked towards the entrance of the hall, where the sound came from. As expected, there was also a person standing, blocking the golden and red sunlight shining behind him at dusk.
"Who?!" The second leader of the Sick Tiger Gang stood up suddenly.
The aura of spiritual enlightenment blooms in the Great Perfection of Qi training.
"It's you." He Shuli seemed to recognize the person.
"Master knows him?" Dingshan asked.
"Back to the gang leader, this person is the teacher from the orphanage. He is the wild cultivator Xu Sanniang hired from who knows where." He Shuli responded with his hands raised.
Dingshan nodded and said: "That's it."
The second boss frowned and said, "Why did he come to our gang?" He shouted, "Come here, throw him out. Ask who is on duty today and why everyone is released into the gang."
Before the second master could continue to greet him, the leader of the Sick Tiger Gang stopped him.
The monk in black robes sat down calmly.
He grabbed the wine gourd at his waist.
Take a sip.
He said calmly: "Sick Tiger Gang, Dingshan?"
"That's right." Ding Shan, the leader of the Sick Tiger Gang, raised his hands and said, "I am Ding Shan, the leader of the Sick Tiger Gang, and what kind of hero are you? However, someone in our gang has offended you, or you want to find a job, I will help Guang
Recruiting talents can also give you a position as the third boss."
Tu Shanjun moved to the second master with an indifferent expression: "Your name is Xue Chen."
Until his eyes turned around.
The surprise in He Shuli's eyes gradually turned into horror and creepy fear.
He suddenly remembered many things just now.
Including how he walked out of the orphanage.
Looking at the person in front of me again, there was only an endless wave of horror coming over me.
He didn't even know when someone had changed his memory.
Now that man walked up to him and sat down peacefully in an upright manner. He thought it was his second meeting, but in fact they had fought each other long ago.
To say they fight is to promote him.
It was obvious that he had been given magical powers.
"It seems that the methods I used are of short-term effectiveness." The monk in black robes sighed.
He uses his Qi-training body to perform the Hell Transformation, which can affect the Qi-training monks, but he cannot do so for long.
It would be different if Shi Gao was in the realm. There was no way, even with this condition, he didn't think about it for long. If not for the purpose of not alerting the snake, he would have already used the method of searching for souls.
Tu Shanjun also doesn't shy away from these soul-drawing and soul-refining spells. Effective means are good means.
Much less than avoiding others.
He doesn't care about other people's opinions.
"It's him!"
He Shuli screamed.
"It was he who killed Huang Shi."
"Someone is coming!"
Dingshan, the leader of the Sick Tiger Gang, called for people to come without hesitation.
He had already seen the danger of this person from his master's eyes.
To be able to kill Huang Shi so easily, his strength must be difficult. Although he is not as powerful as a foundation builder, this is Tianji City, and maybe the monks have some treasures in their hands.
He didn't want to die without knowing it.
Now it's time for the gang to take action, at least let him understand the strength of the person in front of him.
Howling.
Ten big men rushed into the Tiger Hall.
Tu Shanjun stood up gently, and while his face turned gray, the black and red silk threads were like iron cables and steel needles, holding the dozens of big men in place the moment he took a step.
The sparkle in their eyes has disappeared.
"who are you!"
Dingshan was about to take action.
But his eyes suddenly widened.
He lowered his head in disbelief.
Only one black-red steel needle can penetrate the chest.
He turned around and saw that it was Master who took action.
Master He Shuli shook his head in fear. He had no intention of taking action at all, but he didn't know why, but his body moved on its own.
And there was a black and red steel needle that looked like silk thread in his hand.
"I admit defeat."
"Whatever you want..., I'll give it to you."
Dingshan, the leader of the Sick Tiger Gang, gritted his teeth, and the pain from his injury made him look pale.
The second boss on the side was already stunned.
The monk in front of me is simply not human!
"I just want one child to be safe."
Tu Shanjun asked: "Skinny Monkey, is he still alive?"
"Live, live!"
"Forget it, I'll do it myself."
Tu Shanjun shook his head slightly.
I don't know since when, he started to hate arguing with people more and more. It is better to use the soul search technique to be more practical. If one person can't find it, a few more people should be able to find it.
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"Wait a minute."
The ones who arrived late were Granny Qing and several clever monks, as well as Xu Sanniang who was following them.
"Brother Tushan, great, you're fine."
Xu Sanniang breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Tushanjun was fine.
The moment he saw Granny Qing, Dingshan almost cried.
Of course that 'Tushan' was fine, but something was wrong with Dingshan. Before he knew it, the steel needle had pierced his chest and he almost died.
Moreover, the green-faced man's attack just now was terrifying. When he said, "Forget it," Dingshan's heart skipped a beat.
He had heard of a technique called Soul Searching, which was tantamount to being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts, and he did not want to accept such an experience.
He is now afraid that this person will not ask anything, but he will really say everything.