Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 31 The Boy's First Murder

The east wind does not go away for sorrow, the spring can provoke hatred.

In the small courtyard under the chilly spring night, the fierce collision seemed to be decided within a short breath, and the cold wind blowing at night seemed to arouse long-lasting resentment.

This resentment naturally came from Hu Jingang who fell on the ground. What he hated was the nobleman who asked him to kill the boy, and the driver outside the alley.

From the time when the boy was resting and his mind was showing, when he flicked the chopsticks like a flying sword, he felt gloomy and had a bad premonition.

The information was wrong, which made him angry, but it is not impossible to complete the battle of fetal breath by opening up qi and blood.

However, when the young man who was sitting in meditation got up and turned into a fierce tiger quickly, the qi and blood flowing from the skin meridians were stronger and more majestic than him, King Hu had the desire to scold his mother.

What kind of rubbish information is this?

The young man was full of energy and blood, and his aura was like a colorful tiger. In an instant confrontation, Hu Jingang was defeated. It can be seen that the body training method learned by the young man must be of a very high level, and it is by no means comparable to what he has learned.

Refining the fetal breath of the gods and exercising the body are also the same as the perfection of qi and blood, and the other party's cultivation method is of a higher level, so what's the kill?
With one move, Hu Jingang was sent flying upside down, his back slipping on the ground, but he was very experienced after all, a carp straightened up and stood up from the ground.

In front of him, the young man came to kill him like a bird!
The five birds forging the body, the tiger pose is fierce, the bear pose is steady, the deer pose and the ape pose are agile, and the bird pose is like a sword, which is the best match for Anle who has the self-molting "natural swordsman" Dao fruit.

Although he doesn't have a sword in his hand, playing in the bird pose is like holding a sword in his hand!

The Qi and blood in the meridians push to generate strength, and before Hu Jingang stood up, An Le moved close to his body in a deer-like agility, slashing his chest one after another with sword-like palms.

Hu Jingang flew horizontally again and fell to the ground hard. His skin was bloody and bloody, and several sternums were broken.

An Le ended in a bird pose, looking at Hu Jingang indifferently, and the excitement in his heart gradually calmed down.

Fighting can be said to be crushing. With the blessing of fifteen wisps of time, the power of the five birds and tigers is soaring. Coupled with the perfect blood, with a slap, it is as powerful as a white-fronted tiger with eye-catching eyes. King Kong Hu Almost shot to death.

Supplemented by the bird-style combo of swordsmanship, Hu Jingang was hanged and beaten like a sandbag.

An Le understands that it is also the same as opening qi and blood to consummation, there is a gap between the two, and this gap... comes from the practice method.

It's like Hu Jingang took Lan Dajie's "Zhao Zu Changquan Castration Edition" and An Le's "Five Animals Exercise", and the beating was naturally not wronged.

The leaves of the big locust tree rustle under the cold wind on a spring night.

Anle grabbed the thick-backed broadsword on the ground that Hu Jingang used as a hidden weapon. The knife was quite heavy, but with Anle's current energy and blood strength, it was not difficult to grab it.

"Little brother, can you spare my life?"

Hu Jingang said while bleeding.

An Le dragged the knife and walked to him, looking down at Hu Jingang who fell on the ground, condescending.

"Reason." An Le said.

"I can give you all of my wealth, a total of [-] yuanlingtongbao, hidden in a secret place, if I live, I can take it to you." Hu Jingang endured the pain of bone fracture, and said slowly.

"Only eighteen pieces? Poor ghost, I will make a painting for the Lin family, and the finishing fee will be ten yuanlingtongbao."

An Le leaned on the knife, glanced at him, and said in a heart-rending way.

Hu Jingang was silent.

All of a sudden, he glared angrily, bit the tip of his tongue, the blood in his body surged, unexpectedly bounced off the ground, and crashed into Anle as fast as lightning, wanting to take advantage of Anle's relaxation and fight to the death.

laugh!
However, An Le's heart was tense, and she had been on guard for a long time. She kicked the thick-backed sword she was leaning on, swung the sword, and slashed across a star-like arc. rise up!

The blood gradually stained Anle's white clothes, causing Anle's cold face to tremble slightly.

This was his first murder, but it won't be the last.

Hu Jingang's head hit the ground, and his raised body also lost momentum, and fell straight back, with a muffled sound lingering in the spring night.

The blood flowed all over the small courtyard, accompanied by Anle's slight panting, and there was a lot of chill.

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……

On Qingbo Street, the silence remained, and the lights of several houses were all extinguished, falling asleep.

There are no pedestrians on the street, not even a cat that likes to walk alone in the dark.

The carriage parked quietly. The driver sat on the carriage and slowly opened his eyes. The wind and waves blowing from the alley were wrapped in pungent blood.

The face under the driver's bamboo hat is hidden in the darkness, and no expression or emotion can be seen.

When his mental perception entered the small courtyard in the alley, he was overwhelmed by the tyrannical Qi and blood of the two, and he could not observe clearly.

He is quite strong in physical training and stepping into the inner alchemy, but in spiritual training, he is nothing more than fetal breath.

Fetal breath and mind can barely peek outside, but like a ghost, afraid of things in the sun, if it spreads far away, the control power will be lower, and it will be easier to be rushed away.

"do you died?"

The coachman sniffed the bloody smell in the air. Is it the blood from the boy?
He looked towards the dark alley that was not favored by the starlight and moonlight.

In the alley, there was the sound of a knife rubbing against the ground, accompanied by the sound of footsteps.

The driver's burly body slowly straightened up, slightly raised his head, his face under the bamboo hat gradually became clear, he looked towards the alley, and was welcoming King Hu's return.

If Hu Jingang killed the young man, he would have to escort Hu Jingang out of Lin'an Mansion, and he must not lose his reputation.

Suddenly, the driver froze as he gripped the rein, and a look of disbelief flashed in his pupils.

Because, it was not Hu Jingang who slowly broke through the darkness in the alley and walked out!

It was a boy in blood-stained white clothes.

Dragging the knife in one hand, and clutching a dead head with the other.

Ink-like blood dripped from the incision of the skull, and the boy stepped out of the thick darkness of the alley step by step.

Don't know how the west wind kills so much, there are yellow flowers everywhere!

At this moment, the young man was carrying a fierce murderous intent, like a green blade three inches out of its scabbard, blooming with cold light.

The eyeballs under the driver's bamboo hat widened slightly, and his breathing became a little short of breath.

The young man stood at the entrance of Taimiao Lane like this, with a smile on his lips, and his white clothes were stained with a few smears of blood like red plums, looking at the familiar burly coachman sitting on the shaft of the gorgeous carriage.

"Knew it……"

An Le seemed to be stunned, and seemed to be sneering.

It was no coincidence that Hu Jingang came to kill him. This criminal who was supposed to be captured by the black Yamen police was rescued by the so-called nobleman, and then he turned into a knife held by the nobleman to kill him.

To make Hu Jingang willing to come and kill him, he must have made some kind of promise.

Perhaps it was the life of a young man like him in exchange for the life of a criminal whose hands were stained with the blood of hundreds of people.

However, this time, the young man beheaded the criminal with his own strength and broke the knife handed by the nobleman. The situation was much better than last time.

pat.

The boy threw out the head he was carrying, and the head crossed a parabola, landed in front of the carriage, rolled on the ground for a few weeks, hit the wheel hub, and then stopped.

The coachman didn't even look at the head on the ground, he stared at the young man from afar, seeing the ridicule and chill in the young man's eyes.

During the spring rain that day, the image of the young man with a spine like a bamboo, standing proudly in the world, even under the coercion of his husband, could hardly make him bow his brows and bend his waist, once again popped into the driver's mind.

The constricted pupils slowly relaxed, and a murderous intent burst out from the driver's eyes.

He really wanted to kill the boy right now to avoid future troubles.

However, the coachman dared not.

Mrs. Hua had [-] grains of spring rain that day, but just one grain shattered his bamboo hat, and maybe his head, but it was just another grain of rain at the flick of a finger.

Mr. Hua said that Mrs. Hua wanted to be this young man's protector. If he had a protector, he would bully the weak and violate the rules. If he was beaten to death, Mr. Hua would not even seek justice for him.

An Le looked at the burly coachman sitting on the shaft of the car, Luo Qingchen's coachman, slowly raised the thick-backed sword in his hand, the energy and blood in his body suddenly surged, his mind was surging, and the artistic conception of "Sword Waterfall Picture" that he visualized was flowing in front of his eyes , The big knife in his hand seems to be a sword.

Throwing it out suddenly, the big knife roared towards the carriage with a straight posture.

The coachman saw the big knife whizzing towards him, under the skin, the heat wave was rolling, and the energy and blood were circulating, just like a fire in an oven, refining a vital energy and blood pill!

Clenched with five fingers, he grabbed the big knife thrown by An Le, and slammed the knife on the shaft of the car. The coachman let out a foul breath and didn't look at the boy.

With the whipping of the reins and the sound of the rhythm, the big jujube horse raised its hooves to pull the cart, and the wheels mercilessly ran over the head, and slowly disappeared into the dark and quiet night of Qingbo Street.

An Le watched the carriage leave, then turned around and returned to the courtyard.

And the carriage drove out of Qingbo Street.

The coachman suddenly collapsed and collapsed on the shaft, with deep fear in his eyes.

Just now, if he really made a move to kill An Le, he might be obliterated by a sword intent in an instant.

"That sword intent, is Mrs. Hua from the Lin family? There is only Mrs. Hua... I never thought that Mrs. Hua really valued this young man so much..."

"What Mr. said is indeed true, I have to go back and report it carefully."

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The spring breeze awakens and the wine is slightly cold.

On the quiet Qingbo Street, an old man in plain clothes stood quietly holding a bamboo stick, squinting at the direction the carriage was leaving.

"Even if you are a good driver, if you deceive my little friend with the inner alchemy of qi and blood, you have to add another one to this head on the ground."

The old man's long eyebrows flew against the wind, he stroked his beard, turned around and walked slowly towards the dimly lit Taimiao in the distance.

In the cold spring breeze, an old man chuckled lightly.

"Thousands of blows are still strong, let the wind from east to west..."

"Xiaoyou An wants to reach this level, tsk, the road is long."

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