The moment the door was opened, the mourning hall was filled with howling air.
boom!
Before he finished speaking, An Qisheng stepped on his feet, and the violently rolling air flow sounded like a barrage of cannons.
In an instant, the air flow in the hall rose rapidly, mixed with the night wind that poured in, and swept the entire mourning hall.
boom!
As he stepped forward, he flicked his arm and punched Zhao Hongxuan in front of the coffin like a spear!
"you!"
Zhao Hongxuan was horrified and wanted to say something, but the violent airflow caused his face to twist and he could not say even a single word.
Too fast!
too fast!
He could only feel his eyes flashing as the turbulent air currents and the terrifying murderous intent rushed towards him, making his heart tremble and his breathing quicken.
I can't take this punch.
Zhao Hongxuan's heart was trembling, and he was in crisis.
At this time, his cold side was revealed. The moment the fist wind hit him, his palms that were supporting the coffin suddenly became strong, and his inner energy burst out wildly.
Boom!
Sawdust is flying all over the sky!
The flying coffin exploded into pieces when An Qisheng hit him. The cold body was swirled and flew several meters away by the air current, knocking over the furniture in the mourning hall.
"Ah! Zhao Hongxuan, you beast!"
The old woman's eyes were about to burst, and she threw herself at her son's body, uttering a stern and vicious curse.
But Zhao Hongxuan could no longer hear the old woman's angry curses.
In the airflow of sawdust flying all over the sky.
A fist had already penetrated and hit his arms in front of him hard.
boom!
The sound of muscles and bones exploding resounded through the mourning hall. Zhao Hongxuan coughed up blood and flew backwards, being beaten up from the ground.
At this time, he also saw the appearance of the person coming.
He has white hair, jet-black robes, and a cold murderous intent on his old face.
"king....."
Zhao Hongxuan's pupils shrank, and the words spurted out together with blood:
"I have a secret..."
But An Qisheng didn't delay at all, and the impact of his step had not paused at all.
The fists are connected with the elbows, the elbows are connected with the shoulders, the body and mind move together, and the strength is released.
call!
The blood mist that Zhao Hongxuan sprayed has not spread yet, and the syllables he uttered are still stuck at the corner of his mouth.
An Qisheng has already caught up!
A punch to the chin, an elbow to the chest, a turn of the body, and the Eight Extremes Iron Mountain relies on it!
Boom!
With a collision, Zhao Hongxuan's eyes suddenly bulged, and blood spurted out from his seven orifices like arrows.
Click~~
Zhao Hongxuan's body hit the wall with the sound of bones cracking as finely as rain hitting plantains.
boom!
The wall shook, the green bricks shattered, and cracks spread like a spider web.
His body was suddenly embedded into the wall under this collision!
"Hehe~~~"
Zhao Hongxuan struggled in vain, and all his unwillingness disappeared with his last breath.
"unnecessary......"
An Qisheng stood up with his fists closed and responded calmly.
Until then, the old woman just held Zhao Qiandu's body in her arms.
Seeing this scene, she suddenly laughed miserably:
"Haha! Haha! Retribution, retribution! Zhao Hongxuan, you have caused so many families to die, it is your turn after all!"
An Qisheng stood indifferently and did not take action again.
Because in the ruins of the mourning hall, the old woman holding her son's body had already set the mourning hall on fire. The rising flames swallowed up the flying paper bundles and submerged her figure.
"Retribution, retribution!"
The screams of a night owl echoed in the sea of fire.
"It's gone! It's gone!"
"The young master's funeral hall is in trouble!"
"Come and put out the fire!"
The fire snake rising with the billowing smoke was finally discovered.
The dozens of guards patrolling outside the inner courtyard suddenly changed their expressions and rushed towards the inner courtyard.
"The desire to survive is indeed very strong."
On the edge of the sea of fire, An Qisheng stood with his hands down, looking at the sea of fire and speaking calmly.
He has a very deep grasp of the human body and can tell the state of life and death at a glance. The old woman in the sea of fire is not dead yet.
Being able to come up with such a method in a short period of time shows that this old woman is also a ruthless character.
If he hadn't always been cautious, he might have been deceived by her.
"Ah! You, you devil, devil!"
In the flames, the screams of the old woman could be heard.
She finally couldn't resist the fire snake's lick, and her whole body started to dance in the sea of fire.
It wasn't until the screams were inaudible that they disappeared, and the guards who came to put out the fire rushed into the inner courtyard, and then he jumped up and disappeared into the night.
He didn't leave. After crossing the inner courtyard, he turned around and headed towards the place where the Zhao family's gold was hidden.
Having dreamed of Zhao Qiandu, he not only had no sympathy for the Zhao family, but also knew most of their secrets.
For example, the location of gold, silver and jewelry.
Looking over the backyard is the small courtyard where Zhao Hongxuan lives.
The small courtyard is lined up one after another, where many of Zhao Hongxuan's concubines live.
At this time, seeing the fire, candles were lit in the yard.
An Qisheng dodged and reached Zhao Hongxuan's bedroom. He stretched out his hand and pushed, breaking the door bolt and entering the house.
"Who? Master? What happened outside, so noisy?"
As soon as he entered the house, a soft and delicate voice came from the bed behind the screen.
Phew~
An Qisheng took a step forward and knocked out a stone picked up on the road, knocking the woman unconscious.
He opened the darkroom in the bedroom with ease.
When he pushed the door open and entered, his eyes immediately lit up with golden light.
"It's true that the wealthy family smells of wine and meat, and the bones are frozen to death on the road."
An Qisheng shook his head slightly, leaned over and swept away all the gold, silver, ancient secret books, and even some collected sharp weapons.
Turn around and leave.
.......
squeak~
It was almost dawn, so Chen Asi opened the door, rubbed his sore waist, and prepared to start the day.
He wanted to rest but couldn't.
A young child, a seriously ill wife, and elderly parents all weighed on his shoulders, and he could not relax.
He gritted his teeth and walked into the cold wind.
Suddenly, he seemed to hit a stone under his feet. He stumbled and almost fell into the snow.
"what is this?"
Chen Asi scratched his head, turned around and was stunned: "Silver, silver?"
Under the threshold of his house, there was an ingot of silver!
He could see clearly, even the patterns on the silver and the frost condensed on it.
This is silver.
He had seen him countless times in the hotel waiting room.
He pounced on it almost like a thief, holding the silver in his hand.
The biting coldness stung the palms of his hands, but his heart felt like it was on fire.
boom!
He closed the door.
"Ahem! Fourth brother, are you in severe pain? Then, let's take a rest today, ahem."
On the bed, the woman with a yellow face struggled to sit up.
"Juan, look."
Chen Ahsi carefully opened his palms.
"Ah Si, where did you get the money?"
The woman was stunned.
"No matter where it comes from, you, your illness can be cured."
Chen Asi's vision suddenly blurred:
"I, Chen Asi, have never done anything bad in my life. This time, I will do it. No matter whose money it is, I will not pay it back..."
Same thing.
It happened to poor families throughout Nanliang County.
Some people are ecstatic, some kneel down and worship the gods, some are in tears, some are on tenterhooks and tremble with fear...
And all this,
As the initiator, An Qisheng didn't care.
He believed that with the wisdom of these ordinary people struggling in the market, they would hide this little money.
And even if it is discovered, it is not a large amount of money, and it will not arouse the greed of others.
Don't do bad things with good intentions.
"Unfortunately, this only treats the symptoms and not the root cause."
In the small courtyard, An Qisheng sat cross-legged on the bed, looking at the stars that had not faded in the sky from the open window, sighing in his heart.
The long-term wars in Jiufujie may not affect many inland counties, but the exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes will not be reduced by half.
The vast majority of people, including decent warriors like Wang Quan, lived in extreme poverty.
There are not a few people who work hard and even sell their children and daughters without having enough to eat.
Zhang Haohao and Jiang Tingting were sold by their biological parents. As a result, their adoptive father and mother could not afford to support them. They were sold into a den of thieves for the second time and were encountered by Taoist Wang Quan. They also avoided having their hands and feet chopped off and thrown into the street to beg. fate.
He gave away a lot of money, but compared to the poor in the world, it was very little.
Even the poor in Nanliang County cannot be helped at all.
He knows that this is the fault of the system, and even the world, and it is impossible for one person to reverse it.
"A mere country squire can save this money..."
After sighing, An Qisheng counted his spoils.
An Qisheng was amazed by the wealth of the Zhao family.
There were seven thousand taels of silver notes and a hundred taels of gold. The scattered silver was even more than that, almost filling a large box.
Of course, the most common ones were some IOUs and deeds of sale, and these were all burned cleanly by him.
However, what he gained was, at most, only one-tenth or even one percent of the Zhao family.
The real big deal is still the shops, acres, and half of the Zhao family's city, which is not just something to talk about casually.
But this was beyond his control.
Unless he builds up a force, these things will always be circulated in the hands of many gentry, and one family will perish and the other will prosper, endlessly.
This has happened countless times over tens of thousands of years.
After putting away the banknotes and gold, An Qisheng took out several ancient books and lined them up.
There are three secret books, "Twelve Chain Knives", "Black Tiger Knife" and "He Qi Gong". The latter two are martial arts learned by Zhao Hongxuan, which are almost as different from Wang Quanlao's unknown boy's kung fu.
These three secret books are all yellowed, obviously they have been circulated for a long time.
When I opened it, I found that there were many annotations in obviously different handwritings, which had obviously been passed down for generations.
Buzz~
While flipping through the books, rays of light flashed through his perspective.
On these yellowed ancient books passed down from generation to generation, there is indeed a Taoist power left.
Glancing at the beating Daoli, after reading these three secret books one by one, his Daoli had accumulated to forty-four points.
Most of them were provided by the twelve serial knives.
"This power is not what I think of as spiritual power, but a person's most essential wisdom..."
An Qisheng was thoughtful and turned to a picture of the passage:
"Search for information about Kong San..."
