The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 38
Leaving the blacksmith shop, Xiang Yang hurried all the way to the north gate of the county seat, but his pace became slower and slower as he walked, and finally stopped in place, standing on a small street, facing the constant traffic. Pedestrians, dumbfounded like idiots.

"Damn, am I stupid? I have to go out of the county first, then go to Weicun, and then leave Weicun to go to An Qinglong's manor. How long will it take? I haven't learned how to change my mind now, and when I get there , probably as tired as a dead dog, with no energy left."

This is a different world similar to ancient China. There are no four-wheeled vehicles or even bicycles for transportation. If you use one pair of feet to walk across the county town to the countryside, Xiang Yang feels that the possibility of disability will be more likely.

Also, he is now wearing a policeman's uniform, isn't this a spotlight?If it really came to Weicun, it would definitely cause a commotion, and if An Qinglong's subordinates heard the news, they would definitely do something about it.

Thinking about it this way, Xiang Yang turned around, first went home and hid the harvested silver, then changed his official uniform, put on a light brown coarse cloth, and cleaned the bloody smell on the Yanling Dao Dao. , and then went out to the horse market in the city.

The horse market, although I brought a horse, is a gathering place for livestock trading. You can see all kinds of cattle, sheep, pigs, and mules, and the smell inside is very unpleasant. On the one hand, there are mosquitoes and flies. Flying randomly, it can be said that anyone with some status is unwilling to come here.

Generally speaking, the horses in the horse market are generally not rented out, and the rent is also rented to wealthy families. However, Xiang Yang's Yanling knife and the catcher's waist badge flashed, and he said that he was on official business, so the owner of the horse would not rent it. I had to rent it too, so I had to lead a pony to Xiang Yang.

In terms of appearance and quality, it is definitely not as good as the yellow puma of Master Zhou's house, but Xiang Yang doesn't choose it, it's just used to save his feet on the road, so what's the real thing?
Stepping on the horse, Xiang Yang looked at the worry and fear on the owner's face, and smiled, "Why are you so afraid, I'm on business, if there is a problem, the Yamen will compensate you for the loss."

After finishing speaking, he raised his whip, and with a snap, the short-legged horse under him started to step forward, flying with all four hooves, walking faster than two-legged ones.

It was approaching noon at this time, Xiang Yang bought two meat buns on the street, ate them while driving, and at the same time thought about what to do when he got there, at least not hard work.

"According to the person from the Small Knife Club, the manor outside Wai Village is usually a place for people who have been kidnapped and trafficked in the past three months, and Mr. Lan Da's son probably lives in it.

On the surface, the inside is a place to gather food, vegetables, fruits and vegetables, but there is a cellar built behind the manor, which is used to hide people, how to get in? "

It's not too hot in June. Walking in the suburbs, the breeze blows, bringing a burst of fragrance of soil, flowers and plants. On both sides of the road, butterflies with colorful wings flutter up and down from time to time, which is a special enjoyment.

Wai Village is the largest settlement outside the city of Anyuan County, with a population of more than 2000. This was registered four years ago. Today, this number will only increase and will not decrease.

Leading the pony, Xiang Yang entered the entrance of Weicun Village amidst the surprised expressions of the crowd, asked someone for directions, and went directly to the home of the head of Weicun Village.

"Young man, do you have anything to do with the old man?"

At the gate of a compound with high walls, an old man with gray hair and beard was peeling a fruit in his hands, shaking a sieve, and looked at Xiang Yang in surprise. He was fair and handsome, but the murder weapon in his hand It's not something to bluff, I don't know where it came from.

Xiang Yang smiled, took out the policeman's badge from his arms, shook it in front of the village chief, and then said in a low voice, "Village chief, I am a policeman from the Anyuan County Government, and I am here to surround your village this time. , I have a business to do, I want to ask you something, maybe I need your help, I wonder if it's convenient for you?"

Hearing that Xiang Yang said that he was a county government officer, and that the badge was true, the village chief's expression softened, he nodded, and greeted Xiang Yang to lead the horse into the yard. Of course, it was only in the yard.

Xiang Yang didn't dare to tell the whole story, but said roughly that the case had something to do with Anjiazhuang a few miles behind the village, and hoped to get some specific information about Anjiazhuang from the village chief.

The village chief hesitated for a moment, and then asked Xiang Yang to take out the policeman's badge and take a closer look, before he opened his mouth, with a smug brilliance in his eyes,
"I told the people in the yamen a long time ago that there must be ghosts in Anjiazhuang. Who does An Qinglong know?..."

The village head is also a chatterbox, probably because he is old, and he chattered a lot of nonsense before he got to the point, which gave Xiang Yang a deeper understanding of Anjiazhuang.

"There are seventeen people. That's not counting. The dozen or so idle households near Zhuangzi also rely on An Qinglong's manor for their livelihood. If there is any trouble, the people inside will definitely be notified in advance. Fortunately, they didn't act recklessly."

After thinking for a while, Xiang Yang asked the village head to prepare two baskets of red dates for himself, and temporarily left the pony at the village head's house, hung the Yanling knife on the bottom of the basket, and carried the burden as an ordinary farmer towards Anjia Zhuang Huang walked leisurely.

Since Anjiazhuang is a transit place for nearby farmers to collect and transfer crops, it is the easiest and most effective way to go in openly and pretend to be a farmer who wants to sell. The only worry is Xiang Yang's appearance.

However, Xiang Yang was also prepared for this point. He got a lot of things from the village chief, and it was more than enough to pretend to be a poor boy who came to join his relatives. He couldn't be kicked out just because of the gang of people he faced.

And as long as he enters Zhuangzi, with his martial arts and the Yanling Saber in his hand, it will not be their turn to decide what happens to this group of people.

Xiang Yang knew very well that arresting people and killing people was the second priority in this operation. The main purpose was to find Mr. Lan Da's only son. Kung fu works in a roundabout way.

On the gravel path leading from the surrounding village to Anjiazhuang, a young man in commoner clothes carried two baskets of red dates and swayed. Very simple and honest farmers, tending crops, just waiting to make money from this.

And on the edge of the path, on the undulating high slope, a rough man with a weathered face was using a banana leaf to cover his head from the sun, lying flat on the ground to rest. Putting it on his forehead, he saw Xiang Yang who was on his way below, and saw the direction he was walking, showing a trace of suspicion. What does this person do?

"Boy, stop, what are you doing here?"

In the middle of the shouting, there was a barking of dogs, and at the same time, two people came out from behind the rough man, each of them was leading a vicious dog, spitting out his mouth, staring at Xiang Yang and barking furiously.

(End of this chapter)