Two-quarters of an hour later, in a back alley, a group of gangsters with black noses and swollen eyes handed a piece of yellowed paper into the hands of the young man, and then ran away crawling.
The young man looked at the paper in his hand, with a strange look on his face, and said to himself: "I asked them to find a Lu Yin with the surname Luo, and they found it for me, and it's still the same name."
The paper in his hand is the road guide stamped with the official seal of Daxuan.
Above the road guide, there are two words written clearly - Luo Xiang.
This road guide is worth mentioning. It is similar to the ID cards that Daxuan provides for the people. As long as the people leave their place of residence, the local government must issue a road guide. If not, they will have to cross the Guanjin privately, which will cost eighty years.
"From today on, I can be considered a person with status."
He Pingan smiled with satisfaction.
If the normal procedures were followed in handling road guidance, He Ping'an's clone might be relegated to a lowly status.
So he went in the opposite direction and found local gangsters to solve the problem.
Although these people are at the bottom of society, they are familiar with people and have extensive connections. Some of them may even be scalpers.
He Ping'an used his spiritual thoughts to find several local ruffians. He first tried to persuade them, but to no avail, and then revealed their bad deeds, hoping that they would help him apply for the imperial household registration.
As a result, several people became angry and wanted to fight He Pingan.
After some hard lessons, a few people quickly helped He Pingan get the required household registration register and road guide.
Sure enough, no matter which world you are in, whoever has the biggest fist has the final say.
Calculating that time was almost up, He Ping'an used his escape technique to reach the city gate, showed the way and led out of Xuanyang City.
...
The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the leaves fall to know autumn.
It was August, and on the official road between Qianxian County and Xuanyang City, an eight-foot-tall black-faced man rushed past, bringing up gusts of wind and blowing down the leaves near the official road.
"In another twenty miles, we will reach Qianxian County."
"Mom, the baby is here to save you."
Zhang San was sweating like rain, panting like an ox, but his footsteps did not stop at all. The seventh-level martial arts true energy was running rapidly, bringing endless power to his body.
As long as you climb over the mountain col in front of you, you will see a flat plain ahead, and you will be as close as Chichi to Qianxian County.
At this moment, a sudden change occurred.
"Boom!"
The sky had been clear just a moment ago, but suddenly dark clouds covered the sky, electric snakes rolled in the clouds, and thunder roared loudly.
Seeing the changes in front of him, Zhang San frowned and slowed down a little: "This damn weather, it was clearly fine just now..."
"No matter, we can't waste time."
The sky suddenly changed, so he walked a little faster and just kept his head on the road.
"Thunder comes!"
In mid-air, an old Taoist wearing a yellow Bagua suit suddenly appeared, stepping on the Seven Star Steps and waving the magic sword in his hand.
"boom!"
As his voice fell, a red magic thunder as thick as an arm fell from the sky, spanning a distance of several hundred feet, and in an instant it came to Zhang San and struck at him.
Just a hint of the powerful magic power contained in the magic thunder made Zhang San frightened.
If this person is hit by a magic thunder, he will definitely die.
Zhang San's heart was beating wildly and he wanted to hide away, but in front of Fa Lei, his boasted speed was as fast as a tortoise, and there was no way he could hide.
Just as he was about to die on the spot, a white escaping light suddenly appeared in front of him, transforming into a rich and handsome young man. With one hand, he grabbed the red Farley in his hand.
"Zizzi..."
The red Farley was beating very spiritually in the young man's hands, trying to escape from his control.
"Noisy!"
The young man's eyes flashed sternly, and with a gentle rub of his hands, he kneaded the red Farei into little auras and returned them to the sky and the earth.
"puff!"
The spell was broken, and the old man floating in the air was counterattacked by the thunder method, and a mouthful of scarlet blood suddenly spurted out from his mouth.
The old Taoist's face was full of horror, and he rubbed Fa Lei with his hands. What kind of strength this must be.
"Who are you to interfere in the affairs of the Yongchun Marquis Mansion?"
After calming down his mind, the old Taoist realized that he was outmatched and carried him out of the Yongchun Marquis Mansion.
He hoped that the reputation of Marquis Yongchun would scare away the young man in front of him.
"Tsk tsk tsk...Yongchun Marquis, what a great reputation."
"It's a pity that Luo is not afraid of him. When there is injustice, he must take care of it."
He Ping'an looked at the old Taoist with disdain in his eyes.
As soon as he saw this scene, the old Taoist knew that the matter could not be rectified. He waved the magic sword in his hand, and dark clouds and lightning appeared in the sky again.
"court death!"
He Ping'an shouted loudly, and the sword light in his hand broke through the air, turning into a golden flying sword that shuttled through the clouds, smashing all the thunder that was about to take shape.
The dark clouds dispersed, golden light fell, and the sky and earth returned to clarity.
The old Taoist vomited out several more mouthfuls of blood, and the horror in his eyes was even worse. The magic sword in his hand was used as a pen, and the blood was used as ink. The blood-colored runes took shape in an instant. With a flicker of his body, he turned into a bloody escaping light. After a few flashes, he had already escaped. To the horizon.
"Fellow Taoist, please stay!"
When He Ping'an saw that the other party was about to run away, as his mind was turning, the golden flying sword came first and cut the blood-colored escaping light sword in half.
A rain of blood fell from the sky, and the sharp sword energy tore the old Tao's flesh and blood into pieces.
The two men fought to determine the outcome in an instant. Zhang San on the side had not yet recovered from the change of escaping from death.
When he reacted, the young man in front of him had already put away his flying sword and was about to turn into a fleeing light and leave.
The old Taoist just now was able to control the power of thunder and was at least a sixth-grade Taoist monk. However, he had no power to fight back in front of this young man.
The young man in front of me is, at least, a fifth-grade monk.
"Benefactor, please stay."
Zhang San quickly stepped forward and said to He Ping'an.
"We'll talk about it later..."
The corners of He Ping'an's mouth twitched, and without looking back he left a word, and his figure turned into a ray of light and flew out.
Good guy, it’s a good thing that Zhang San didn’t say that fellow Taoist please stay, otherwise his sword might have fallen on Zhang San’s head.
"This old man is too poor..."
After more than ten breaths, He Pingan flew back muttering, holding a storage bag stained with blood, which was what the old Taoist left behind.
His spiritual sense broke through the restriction of the storage bag and went inside. There were a bunch of messy things scattered inside, most of which were monastic items. There were only more than a hundred taels of silver.
Isn't it embarrassing for a dignified sixth-grade monk to have only a hundred taels of silver in his storage bag?
The things for cultivating Taoism didn't mean much to him, but the few poisonous weeds and poisonous elixirs among them looked very good.
He actually has more than a dozen bellybands, bah, this old pervert!
"Thank you for saving my life. May I ask your benefactor's name?"
Seeing his savior babbling at the storage bag, Zhang San could only clasp his fists again and ask.
The young man waved his hand and continued: "It's just that when the road is rough, I draw my sword to help. I don't need a benefactor. If I have a short benefactor, just call me Luo Xiang."
"Life-saving grace is like rebirth of a parent."
"Zhang San thanks his benefactor."
After saying that, Zhang San made a gesture to kneel down and kowtow. He Ping'an raised one hand in vain, and an invisible magic power lifted Zhang San's stooped body, making him unable to bend down.
"You're a black man, but you're going to work in the county seat?"
He Ping'an looked at Zhang San and then asked.
"Exactly."
Zhang San answered quickly, with a respectful expression.
According to folklore, these masters have eccentric personalities and are decisive in killing. Even if they saved themselves just now, they might have said something wrong and be killed by the young man in front of them with a sword.
"Then we happen to be on the same road, why not go together?"
He Pingan said with a smile.
"But it depends on the benefactor."
How dare Zhang San refuse, so he obediently agreed.
He Ping'an was secretly surprised that this guy was not so obedient in the drug testing department.
Don't let him drink and fight, but also worry about himself...
