Taoist master wants to ascend

Han Chuijun left.

On the morning of the fourth day of the rainy night battle, under the gaze of many people in Gaoliu County, the convoy escorted by the three big men of Shenbing Valley disappeared at the end of the official road.

Watching the three riders go away, Han Chuijun's voice seemed to still echo in his ears.

Touching the several secret books in his arms, Li Yuan's heart was boiling. Han Chuijun's words pointed out the way for him and also gave him wild ambitions.

He had never thought about cultivating dozens of martial arts to perfection.

People like Han Chuijun, who had practiced hard for a decade, seemed to have not yet succeeded, let alone him.

But with the military scroll in hand, as long as there were enough elixirs and enough fundamental diagrams, he thought to himself that he could cultivate hundreds of forms at an unimaginable speed!

Li Yuan was certain in his heart.

He glanced at the people who saw him off. Some of them breathed a sigh of relief, and more people showed joy on their faces.

They dared not covet the things of the Divine Weapon Valley, but the territories left behind after the collapse of more than a dozen forces were far better than any gold and silver for them.

The forces of the Chai and Fishing Gangs were wiped out like withered trees and rotten wood, but new Chai and Fishing Gangs will still appear in Gaoliu County.

The county lieutenant Liu Bin led a group of county officials and came with a smile on his face:

Glancing at the embarrassed Liu Zheng, Li Yuan naturally did not correct Liu Bin's address and nodded in response.

Although he did not go, these people would not miss him when dividing the territory, but he had to go.

The elixirs of the disciples of the Divine Weapon Valley would not fall from the sky. Those who had no power to support them would be as tight as Fang Yunxiu. The more silver, the better.

Liu Bin bowed and said goodbye, and the other county officials also greeted him with a smile, not daring to be negligent.

Liu Zheng, Wang Peiyao and other young ladies and young masters in the inner city watched from a distance, and only dared to come over after the adults at home had left.

Liu Zheng and the others were quite embarrassed, but Wang Peiyao pinched her throat and bowed, saying delicately:

Everyone was a little stiff, but now they all laughed.

Chunfeng Tower, go in the evening.

But before noon, Li Yuan had been dragged to Yizi Restaurant by a group of young ladies and young masters, and Yue Yunjin and Wu Ming were naturally taken along.

At the wine table, the guests and hosts were all happy at the small banquet, but Miss Lu was missing...

...

After eating and drinking, Li Yuan packed a few bottles of honey water and some cakes, said goodbye to everyone, and hurried back to his second brother's house.

From a distance, he saw a carriage parked outside the alley, and dozens of men dressed as servants went in and out, carrying various furniture.

Li Lin supported Wang Juan and watched from the side, and the couple looked happy.

Li Yuan walked to the entrance of the alley. Before Li Lin spoke, an old man with a mustache and a felt hat bowed:

Li Yuan's heart moved slightly. Li Lin had taken out a house deed from his arms, and his eyes were red:

Li Yuan understood, but he also tried to stop his second brother from crying:

He urged Li Lin to go into the house, and Li Yuan bowed:

He was going to buy back the old house of the Li family in a few days. He was a little surprised by Yuan Pingjun's move, but he didn't refuse, let alone take out banknotes.

Accepting gifts is also a way to improve relationships.

He may not be in Gaoliu in the future, but his second brother, the forging shop is still there, and he also needs the support of the forging shop. Stability is of course necessary.

The housekeeper was a little flattered:

The housekeeper's attitude was very respectful. Although it was mostly fake, Li Yuan once again truly felt the change in status.

The Divine Weapon Valley is the sky of Zhelong Mansion. In the eyes of the people in the inner and outer cities of Gaoliu, he is now a person who is about to ascend to heaven.

The changes are drastic, but they seem very reasonable.

…

Just after noon, in the inner city.

The ancestral house of the Li family is not big, with only two entrances and exits.

Li Yuan didn't think it was a big deal, but Li Lin was already crying, pointing at the houses, the grass and the trees, and kept talking.

It was only after Wang Juan couldn't help but scold him that he stopped crying.

The ancestral house was obviously vacated not long ago, and everything had been cleaned. Li Lin moved in directly, while Li Yuan refused the Yuan family's kindness to help him move and went to clean up by himself.

Four quilts, a pair of tables and chairs, a pile of pots and pans, and a little mouse.

Li Yuan moved very quickly, but before leaving, he still left a note for Fatty Sun.

Li Yuan shook his head in his heart while holding the little mouse.

Yesterday, he also asked about Tang Tong's whereabouts.

As he expected, Tang Tong did fall into the hands of Shenbing Valley, and they sent someone nearby to invite a doctor to treat his wounds. However, his injuries were quite serious, and he did not recuperate after the injury. After a few months, he still died.

Considering that he was very cooperative and had died, Han Chuijun did not pursue it too much and had released Sun Hao's sister.

But Fajiu Mountain was so big that there was no way to notify Sun Hao.

…

Huhu~

It was very cold in the mountains in late autumn.

Sun Hao leaned against a big tree with difficulty, chewing dry food with lifeless eyes. He was no longer a fat man after losing nearly 100 pounds.

He felt cold all over as he shrank his hands and feet.

He returned empty-handed again, and his heart was cold.

Chewing the steamed buns, Fatty Sun was ruthless in his heart, and suddenly heard a rustling sound. He was startled and hurriedly got into the thick dead leaves in the forest.

The stench of rotting leaves almost made him spit out the steamed buns he had not swallowed, but he dared not move.

In the dense forest, a slightly hoarse voice sounded:

Through the dead leaves, Fatty Sun could vaguely see two gray-clothed men. His heart was chilled and he dared not breathe.

In the dense forest, Xu Feng wiped the cold iron knife with cold eyes:

Another swordsman shook his head, he just wanted to leave:

Xu Feng sneered:

Xu Feng's eyes were fierce:

Huhu~

The wind howled as the two left one after another.

Among the dead leaves, Fatty Sun didn't dare to move. He only waited until it was getting dark and his whole body was almost frozen, then he carefully pushed aside the grass and quickly ran back to the city.

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Gaoliu City is dark and quiet at night. Only the Chunfeng Tower is brightly lit, and the aroma of wine, meat and powder can be smelled from across the street.

Liu Bin held a banquet and invited the chief executives of the few remaining forces in the inner and outer cities, including Li Yuan.

The banquet was lackluster, and the intimidation of the Divine Weapon Valley was enough to scare these old foxes. The intrigues Li Yuan expected did not appear, and he took over all the business of the weapon forging shop.

It went smoothly and made him think that the table was full of gentlemen.

Li Yuan sighed in his heart and became more determined.

Money and power are certainly good things, but strength is the foundation of a career. Without Han Chuijun, these people must still treat them with respect, even if he has not officially become a disciple.

The negotiation went very smoothly, and all Li Yuan's preparation speculations came to nothing, but this was naturally a good thing.

It was another banquet where guests and hosts enjoyed themselves.

Li Yuan was almost full from drinking honey water before the banquet broke up.

After declining the enthusiastic Liu Bin, Li Yuan waved his hand and said goodbye and went home. In the distance, he could see the lights on in his ancestral house and the sound of people coming out.

Li Yuan pushed open the ajar door and saw the gray-clothed swordsmen who were tightly tied up in the shadow of the door. What surprised him was that one of them actually had a third-level cold iron sword on him?

In the main room, with Li Lin as his companion, Sha Pingying was slightly drunk, carrying a chicken leg and his mouth was full of oil.

Li Yuan glanced at the two people:

Good guys, each one is better at fishing than the other...

Before Sha Pingying could answer, Li Yuan had already guessed it. He looked around:

Sha Pingying also looked around, not sure.

Based on what he knew about Mr. Han, he was very likely to come back. He was still a novice when it came to fishing, and that man was the veteran.

Li Yuan took the third-level cold iron sword in his hand, weighed it slightly, and handed it to Sha Pingying.

Sha Pingying took the cold iron knife and turned it around, but immediately handed it back:

Li Yuan conveniently hung the knife on his lower back, and the corners of Shaping's mouth twitched with ease. After looking at him several times, he realized that he might have misjudged this junior brother who had not yet started.

Suddenly, Shapingying swung down his stick:

His stick was so heavy that Xu Feng felt his eyes turning black and almost knocked him unconscious. He kicked the air loudly and his face turned blue:

Xu Feng was a little confused.

After the rainy night, they waited for four full days. They saw them leaving the city during the day and waited for another whole day before tentatively entering the city.

I didn't expect it, it hasn't come yet

Before he could take action, Sha Pingying led his men to ambush him and captured them all.

The iron long stick hit Xu Feng's chest, Sha Pingying struck mercilessly, and Li Yuan on the side heard the sound of bones breaking.

Xu Feng spat out a mouthful of blood-stained saliva, and just as he was about to get angry, he heard the sound of breaking wind coming from the night, and with two pops, several people were thrown into the yard:

In the night wind, there was a sound.

After another blow, Xu Feng coughed up blood and looked miserable: