Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 14 The Gap Between Practitioners and People in the Jianghu

It is stronger than the tutu, bold and majestic, and its fierceness is not the same as that of ordinary beasts!
That young man's aura changed suddenly, from a docile scholar to a colorful tiger, causing the spring rain all over the sky to stagnate and crack!
The big man covering his mouth with the red scarf suddenly felt a sense of suffocation in his heart!
He seemed to hear a roar of a tiger, the king of beasts stood on the top of the forest, squinting, roaring like thunder, the big man was dizzy.

The young man moved like a tiger, slapped his fist away with a slap, and then slammed it on his chest. A huge force made the big man's pupils constrict, his chest sank instantly, and the sound of ribs breaking was like bursting.

His whole body suddenly shot back at a speed faster than running, and fell to the ground, his back rubbed against the ground, swaying the water flow accumulated by the spring rain.

With just one move, the extremely ferocious man was crushed to the ground, unable to move!

In the alley, the grim smiles on the faces of the remaining two big men disappeared.

"Cultivator?!"

Their lips were murmured, and their voices of shock and anger were unbelievable, and they exploded in the curtain of spring rain!

"Old Liu Qingyan cheated me! Didn't you say that he was just an ordinary young painter? How did he become a practitioner?!"

"Let us wait for ordinary thugs to kill practitioners, is this to send us to death?!"

The two big men were shocked and angry, and a chill of despair shrouded their hearts.

Between the streets and alleys, the wailing sound of the big man in the red scarf was lingering, it was very miserable, just now An Le's tiger move, the blood circulated, the energy was self-generated, and the burst of strength was more than five times that of an ordinary person!
He almost slapped the big red scarf off his heart and died!

The reason why practitioners have such a high status is that once they set foot in cultivation, they undergo a qualitative transformation, their physique and reaction speed are greatly improved, and a martial artist who has opened up the realm of Qi and blood is powerful enough to beat any ordinary strong man!
Naturally, these gang thugs would not be cultivators. If they were cultivators, they would not be reduced to thugs. Let alone the subsidies given by the imperial court, practitioners would not bother to become cheap gang thugs just because of their ability to earn money.

An Le held the oil-paper umbrella, and the spring rain gradually became rapid, falling like pearls and jade, jumping on the umbrella surface, frowning slightly, staring at the big men in front of him who suddenly panicked.

"In broad daylight, you actually want to break the hands of a Juren?"

I was a little surprised, a little annoyed, and even a little bit chilled.

It was also the first time that he felt that such a dirty place was buried under this glamorous Lin'an Mansion.

He asked himself that he didn't offend anyone. After coming to Lin'an Mansion, except for going to the edge of the West Lake to watch the female sword fairy Hua Kui, who is ethereal in the dust, everything he does is well-behaved and law-abiding.

But why did he still attract malicious attacks?
Someone paid these guys to break his hands?
Breaking his hands is tantamount to breaking his future. He has no chance in the imperial examination, and he is incapable of painting. His future will be dark!
Who is it?
Countless doubts flooded in like a tide.

Suppressing the doubts in his heart, An Le thought for a while, then walked out slowly holding an umbrella, and walked towards the two big men in the alley.

Although the two people in the alley were terrified, they had no way out at this moment.

When they learned that An Le was not only a practitioner, but also a ruler, they even thought about killing Liu Qingyan. Could such a person be provoked by them?
Even if they were lucky enough to break An Le's hand, how would they deal with the ensuing court anger?

However, these gang thugs licking blood on the tip of their knives have no intention of fighting An Le at this moment. An Le is a practitioner, and even if they have a desperate chance of winning, they might as well run away.

The two big men scattered and fled, whoever can escape, each has his own fate.

An Le, however, did not intend to let any of them go. He quickened his steps and rushed forward with the tiger step of five birds forging his body. He approached a big man, and the oiled paper umbrellas he was holding suddenly gathered together. Tu's mind is attached, and the paper umbrella is like a sword.

An umbrella was placed on the big man's chest, and the energy was transmitted. The big man stared and bled, his back swelled, and he exploded in a ring with vigor, and his body flew upside down to the ground, causing chaos all over the ground.

After shaking off the water stains and the spring rain shawl, Anle's blood circulated, the heat evaporated the rainwater, and the mist was covered with white mist.

Facing another escapee, he threw out the oil-paper umbrella in his hand.

In an instant!

The oiled paper umbrella whizzed out like a flying sword across the sky. With the blessing of the sword dancer Daoguo, the oiled paper umbrella wrapped in blood and energy directly hit the fleeing thug, and the umbrella tip pierced the opponent's flesh , crushing it to the ground.

Three howls, one after another.

On this day, An Le finally understood the gap between practitioners and ordinary Jianghu people... like the distance between a goshawk soaring nine heavens, and an ant whose square inch is the size of the sky and the earth.

An Le was soaked by the spring rain, turned around slowly, looked at the three big men, and asked again.

"Who sent you here?"

……

……

On the Drunken Dragon Pavilion.

Liu Qingyan was stunned, the celadon cup in his hand fell on the table before he could hold it firmly, and the expensive drunken clouds in the cup spilled all over the table.

"Practitioner... this Anle is a practitioner?!"

Liu Qingyan's hair stood on end.

The information given by Mr. Luo is wrong!
An Le is a practitioner, such important information, why is it not mentioned in the intelligence? !

If he knew that An Le was a practitioner, he would never dare to send thugs to commit murder. Wouldn't that be courting death? !
Or... all of this is Mr. Luo's plan?
"It's over, Mr. Luo killed me!"

Liu Qingyan was extremely sad. He looked at the table full of delicious food and wine, but he couldn't eat or drink at all, and there was no end in sight.

Hastily settled dozens of taels of money for food and drinks, hurried downstairs, intending to leave Drunken Dragon Pavilion, go back and pack up his bags and run. Although he was reluctant to let Lin'an Mansion work so hard for so many years to allow him to live a fairly nourishing foundation, but still Lives matter!

However, as soon as he left the Drunken Dragon Pavilion, a familiar and luxurious carriage stopped at the door.

The curtain was lifted, and on the window of the carriage, the man's cold face appeared aloofly.

"Mr. Luo, why didn't the information you give mention that An Le is a practitioner?!"

Seeing Mr. Luo, Liu Qingyan felt depressed and blurted out, as if to question.

On the carriage, Mr. Luo's cold face suddenly burst into a smile in the spring rain.

"You screwed up again."

"Two things, you failed."

Mr. Luo smiled like a warm spring day, but Liu Qingyan felt as cold as falling into an ice well.

He recalled his questioning, wishing he could slap him.

Who do you think you are?Dare to question Mr. Luo? !

"You sent people to attack and kill Ju Ren, who has a reputation, and you are still a practitioner. Once the court asks you, you can't escape. Go and surrender yourself. You can still be punished lightly. After all, you are working for Young Master Qin. Keep yours."

Mr. Luo said lightly, then let go, and the curtain fell down.

Was his information wrong?
In fact, there was nothing wrong with him. He met An Le before, realized that An Le had succeeded in cultivating the gods, and stepped into meditation, but...

It's just a samadhi that's all, without physical exercise, just with the strength of mind and mind just entered samadhi, if the Jianghu thugs put all their eggs in one basket, the result of Anle is still to be interrupted.

Mr. Ke Luo never imagined that this young man...in one night, from scratch, without any warning, opened up his energy and blood, and stepped into the first realm of body training martial arts.

It is quite rare to develop Qi and blood overnight, and the talent is also extraordinary.

He made a mistake, but it was not a big problem. Mr. Luo even became more and more interested in this young man.

Liu Qingyan, who was outside the carriage, heard the words, but showed a touch of joy. Mr. Luo said that Young Master Qin would protect him?
That's right, in Lin'an Mansion, wouldn't it be easy for Young Master Qin's power to protect him as a boat painter?Even though he had been involved in many murder cases before, it was only a matter of one sentence for Young Master Qin to protect him.

"Thank you, Mr. Luo, for your guidance. That old man will go to the Yamen and surrender himself."

Liu Qingyan's face was bright and dark, he thought for a moment, and bowed deeply towards the carriage.

The luxurious carriage was silent and ignored Liu Qingyan.

Liu Qingyan raised his head, his beard and hair were wet with the rain, and the corners of his lips murmured. Then, he turned and walked slowly towards the Yamen. After walking a few steps, he began to run rapidly, at a faster and faster speed, and the direction was also deviated.

Young master Qin will protect him?
What about a liar? !

Would you, Mr. Luo, believe this?

Liu Qingyan doesn't believe it, he has to escape!Escape from Lin'an Mansion and live incognito!
On the long street, the messy old painter ran wildly, and the sound of the soles of his feet stepping on the stagnant water continued to splash.

Snapped!
There was a sudden muffled sound.

The old painter's body was suddenly separated from the head, and a head was thrown high, accompanied by sprayed blood, intertwined with the spring rain, like a landscape splashing ink.

The spring rain is falling in fine detail.

In front of the Drunken Dragon Pavilion.

The carriage stood still, the curtain was slightly rolled by the rainy breeze, and a figure was sitting in it, with a small sword that returned with blood floating in his palm.

for a long time.

The wheel hub crushed the accumulated water in the gaps between the blue bricks, and drove slowly towards the quiet street.

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