Walking on the street, Ji Ping'an began to think about how to deal with it. Considering the need to hide his identity, he was not prepared to use star officials' methods.
In the Qi nourishing stage, there are not many ways to deal with the enemy.
Let's make it simple... As my thoughts were rising and falling, I was suddenly interrupted by a crisp voice: "Guest, would you like some spring cakes?"
Looking up, I saw an awning propped up next to the stone pier at the head of the bridge. There was a food stall underneath, with thin spring pancakes and green dumplings stacked up. An old man was busy making them, and a little girl stood next to him.
Ji Ping'an smiled and walked straight past without saying anything. The little girl suddenly showed a disappointed expression.
Not long after, I saw a few men in short shirts walking towards them. They wanted to hawk as usual, but the old man pulled them behind him. After they left, he whispered: "Those are gangsters, don't cause trouble."
The little girl blinked: "They seem to be following that little brother."
The old man shook his head and sighed, and said, "This is beyond our control. Just pretend you can't see it."
In the eyes of the old man, the young man was probably in trouble, but they were unable to interfere because they were fighting against the common people.
…
"He seems to have discovered us." A warrior in a short shirt whispered from the front.
The leader, Scar Warrior, grinned and raised his hand to hold down the short knife hidden at his waist, indicating that he would no longer hide it.
This place is far enough away from Jinshiju and is relatively remote. These few people have been carefully cultivated by Lin Hu for many years and have good martial arts skills. Especially the leader is a martial artist in the Qi Yang realm.
On the premise of not provoking the big shots in the city of God, you must have absolute confidence and leave no loopholes.
Seeing the young man turning into an alley "in a hurry", several people filed in, running quickly for fear of losing him, but after taking a few steps, they were stunned.
I saw a plum tree planted in the corner of the alley, which was particularly beautiful.
The young man holding an umbrella was waiting quietly by the plum tree. His temperament was calm and peaceful. How could he be at all confused or frightened?
"Something is wrong." The leader whispered, coming from a warrior's intuition, which made him aware of the danger in the air.
But the other party clearly showed no trace of martial arts practice. Could it be that he was a monk?
But since they were both in the Qi-nurturing realm, and with a martial artist's intelligence, he should have noticed it in advance, unless his cultivation was a level higher than his.
"Friend, how about we take a step back to talk?" Scar Warrior put on a smile, and the moment he spoke, a strand of Qi, no thicker than a silk thread, like a fire dragon, rushed through the meridians in the chest.
He took one step forward, and the green bricks on the soles of his shoes vibrated. The force penetrated deeply downwards, creating a cloud of water mist. His black trousers suddenly tightened. In an instant, he was in front of Ji Ping'an and slashed with his sword.
The other warriors in short shirts who got the hint also took action boldly, blocking all movement space of the opponent.
After being experienced and experienced, he did not choose to evacuate after sensing the danger, but instead seized the opportunity.
Facing the siege of several masters, Ji Pingan's eyes were calm, as if these people were not in his eyes at all. He just took a half step back after silent calculation.
At the same time, his hanging cuffs vibrated slightly.
Silver-gray sword shadows flew out one after another.
It emits a low, sharp whistle, piercing the air with a "chichi" sound, weaving into a web of death, covering all enemies.
Scar Warrior's pupils shrank suddenly, the warning signs in his heart suddenly became strong, and his body was driven by instinct to run away.
The next second, he felt that the world was spinning, and his perspective had somehow increased, overlooking the narrow and ancient alley. Blood gushed out from the necks of headless corpses, and they knelt down towards the young man in front of them.
Then the vision faded into darkness.
The spring rain was misty, and the alley became quiet again, with only the branches of the plum tree stained with bright red.
You must use a sword to kill, and no blood will stain your body.
…
Chang'an Street.
A carriage rolled by, and in the carriage, the thin Han Bachi was thinking about what the sword holder had told him, and thinking about how to arrange it later.
But for some reason, my eyelids were beating suddenly and I felt uneasy.
At this moment, the carriage slowed down slowly, and hurried footsteps approached: "Master, there's something going on."
Han Bachi opened the curtain, looked at the servant standing in the rain, frowned and said, "Tell me."
The servant said: "Not long ago, the gang Hongzhi left and led several warriors away... I have ordered people to follow and investigate."
Han Bachi was still confused at first, but when he heard the sudden change in his face, his uneasiness became stronger, and he said in a deep voice: "Change the route and go take a look."
Not long after, the carriage stopped at the back door of the gang. Han Bachi stepped out of the carriage, but was stopped by the gang at the door:
"Idle people stop."
The servant next to him kicked out and kicked the gatekeepers away.
Han Bachi walked straight into the inner hall and saw Han Hu pacing repeatedly in the hall with his hands behind his back, looking anxious.
"Father, why are you here?" Han Hu's expression changed when he caught a glimpse of the person coming, and he said with a smile.
Han Bachi squinted his eyes, said nothing, and approached step by step. After all, he had accumulated power for decades. Even though he had been rebellious for a long time, Han Hu was still confused at this moment. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, his mouth was dry, and his heartbeat was pounding. Like beating a drum.
He smiled stiffly: "Father?"
Seeing this, Han Bachi's heart sank. A certain guess arose in his mind, but he felt it was unbelievable. After thinking about it for a while, he sat down at the position of the leader of the gang and said:
"I have nothing to do, so come and sit here. I have always heard that the gang is doing well. It turned out to be true when I saw it today. The little pawn guarding the gate dared to scold me and stop me."
Han Hu was shocked and said angrily: "This is happening. Come here, throw the person into the execution hall and break his legs."
Immediately, he laughed and apologized: "Father, calm down, it must be because the new people below don't recognize you as old."
Han Bachi looked at him deeply and said nothing. He just asked him about the affairs of his gang seemingly casually. Han Hu answered fluently and gradually felt relieved.
After a while, suddenly a servant came from outside, whispered something in the ear of the hidden official of the city of God.
Han Bachi's cheek twitched slightly, and he immediately closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time. When he opened his eyes again, he suddenly sighed:
"In the past two years, I have gradually delegated power to you, and everyone has indeed become more capable.
"Speaking of which, you have been with me for many years. Among the brothers, you are the most like me when I was young... so decisive and bold... but there is one thing you have not learned, which is awe... "
Han Hu felt uneasy and said with a stiff smile: "What can I say about my adoptive father?"
Han Bachi stood up slowly. The old man's body was no longer as strong as in the past. He looked thin and thin. Standing in front of his adopted son, who was so sturdy and sturdy, he looked a little frail.
The two looked at each other. Gradually, Han Hu seemed to understand something. The humility on his face disappeared and became cold: "It seems that the adoptive father knows."
Han Bachi looked a little sad and said:
"This afternoon, I said those words to you because I thought that although you have flaws in your character, and although you often violate the rules, you have generally behaved well over the years. Although you have made small mistakes, you have not made big mistakes. It’s appropriate to be a pawn on the dark web...but you are still too impatient.”
Warning signs rose in Han Hu's heart. He subconsciously moved his energy, but was shocked to find that he seemed to be under a immobilization spell and could not move. At some point, his body was imprisoned by a golden light cord.
No matter how hard he struggled, it was of no use.
Han Bachi dropped the burned talisman from his sleeve, sighed softly, and said: "You should never, never should have lost your mind. Now there is no other way but to deal with it according to the rules."
Han Hu was horrified and tried to say something, but was unable to speak. He could only watch as the old man raised an iron-like finger and gently pierced his eyebrows.
At the last moment of his death, he heard the old man whisper: "You asked me earlier why the hidden officials of all generations were willing to be driven. In fact, the reason is very simple.
"Because...in the past five hundred years, all the hidden officials who thought this way have died, without exception."
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