Martial arts start from the visualization of tortoise breathing

Chapter 37;

Gold Wuxi pendant.

The sun slowly sank to the end of the sky and the earth, submerged into the mountains, and the night covered the land of Kyushu like a black hand.

Fang Ping followed behind the warriors of Lianjiabao, and appeared outside a stone castle ten miles away in Shanyang County.

At a glance, under the dark and endless night stands a majestic and magnificent stone castle more than [-] meters high.

There are hundreds of houses stretching under the stone castle, surrounded by high walls, like a barrier defending the stone castle.

You can vaguely hear the sound of horseshoes, hammering iron, hawking, shouting, and the wind blowing out of the high wall.

This Lianjiabao is like a small kingdom standing outside Shanyang County.

"Open the door!"

The Lianjiabao warrior who came back from Shanyang County rode on a horse and shouted towards the high wall.

The Lianjiabao private soldiers standing guard on the high wall recognized the Lianjiabao fighters and opened the gate with a wave.

Fang Ping's eyes flickered, and through the opened door, he took a quick glimpse of the world behind the high wall.

A street leading directly to the stone castle at the end, brightly lit, crowded with people and traffic.

The difference between this Lianjiabao and the five tyrants in the inner city of Shanyang County is that Lianjiabao stands outside Shanyang County, where they can blatantly raise private soldiers, hide their population, and develop their strength.

Take the scene behind the high wall as an example, it is already a self-sufficient town that can operate independently.The stone castle at the end of the street is the imperial palace, where the owner of Lianjiabao lives.

"The peaceful and prosperous age is like a pool of stagnant water, with a clear class order, and all resources are firmly controlled by aristocratic families."

"It's different in troubled times. Chaotic order and the dancing of demons are catastrophes for the common people, but for those who are ambitious, capable, and intelligent, it is a great opportunity to climb across the hierarchy. "

"In the current Daxuan Dynasty, the emperor is faint and the ministers are mediocre, the people are struggling to survive, and all the state capitals are full of holes and complaints. The fact that the Lianjiabao can grow to such a degree is just a portrayal of this troubled world."

Fang Ping stayed outside the Lianjiabao until it was cold and freezing late at night. After the moonlight was covered by a black cloud, he suddenly jumped out of the body and leaped over the fence that was more than ten meters high in an instant.
The private soldiers of Lianjiabao patrolling on the high wall were densely packed, all holding torches in their hands, and they didn't notice that someone jumped over the wall and entered Lianjiabao.

"That Lian Feihu has the strength of the third rank, approaching the upper third rank! And he is not the only third rank warrior in Lianjiabao. Fortunately, I have some strength now. As long as I don't get close to that stone castle, there is not much danger .”

On the roofs, Fang Ping flew across the roofs as if walking on the ground, like a gust of wind, passing over the roofs without making any sound.

Immediately after coming to a small courtyard, Fang Ping saw dozens of orphans selected from Shanyang County by Lianjiabao warriors, sleeping in the stables crowded together.

The few Lianjiabao servants guarding the small courtyard were yawning and passing the time by talking to each other.

"I don't know what to do with so many children."

"It's a bit strange. The dozens of orphans brought back a few days ago were sent to the stone castle one by one, and never came out again."

"You said, could it be that the Patriarch practiced some evil martial art? It is the kind of evil magic art that needs to absorb the blood of virgins? Or why did those orphans who were sent to the stone castle evaporate?"

A servant shuddered and speculated.

The older servant next to him slapped the former on the back of the head: "What nonsense! If the Patriarch knows that you say such things, be careful and drive you out of Lianjiabao."

"I just said it casually... just said it casually." Realizing that he had said something wrong, the servant didn't dare to say anything.

The speaker had no intention of the listener, Fang Ping frowned deeply and fell into thought. He thought that Lianjiabao selected orphans to train them to be servants and private soldiers, but now it seems that there is something else hidden.

"Evil ways and magic skills? That is to say, these orphans will also be sent to the stone castle not long ago, and then evaporate and disappear into this world?"

Fang Ping left resolutely.

This is Lianjiabao, he can come alone quietly, but it is extremely difficult to take dozens of orphans out, even if they are sent out, where can these orphans go?
……

……

In a flash, it was midnight.

Fang Ping heard the sound of clanging irons.

Under the bleak and full moonlight, dozens of blacksmiths with naked upper body were sweating loudly in front of the stove.

Someone rotated the hammer and beat the red-hot iron.Someone was sweating profusely pulling the bellows.There are also people who put the forged weapons into the water to temper them, and after taking them out, they show their sharpness.

"This batch of weapons will be manufactured within a month!"

The Lianjiabao martial artist of the ninth rank, with venomous eyes and fierce aura, supervised dozens of blacksmiths, and when he found someone lazy, he threw out his whip, leaving a shocking bloodstain on the opponent's body.

No one noticed a young boy squatting on a treetop not far away.

At the beginning of time travel, Fang Ping's father and brother were captured by Lianjiabao to make weapons, but there is no news of them until now.

Fang Ping ventured to Lianjiabao tonight to find his father and brother, and his eyes wandered quickly in the yard.

however.

Among the dozens of blacksmiths, there is no trace of his father and brother.

"Talking about you! Stealing and playing tricks, do you think I can't see it!"

The Lianjiabao warrior in the yard hit a tired blacksmith on the back with a whip.

His skin was torn apart, and the pained blacksmith trembled all over his body.

"Master Huang, calm down. Lao Zhou hasn't closed his eyes for two days and two nights. It's understandable that he couldn't hold back for a while."

"That's right, we don't have any wages, and we have to stay up all night building weapons for your Lianjiabao. Why!"

Under extreme oppression, voices of resistance and reprimand came out one after another.

The Lianjiabao warrior snorted: "It's impossible to rebel! Let me tell you, this is Lianjiabao! Anyone who dares to challenge him will die!"

The scene was suddenly quiet.

Dozens of blacksmiths gritted their teeth, wishing they could eat Lianjiabao warriors alive.

"It's gone? If it's gone, work for me!" the Lianjiabao warrior urged, raising his whip to beat him.

"Master Huang, right?"

A thick and powerful palm suddenly rested on the shoulder of the Lianjiabao warrior.

The Lianjiabao warrior turned his head and saw a short-cut boy who was a head taller than him, as strong as a bull, with ordinary facial features and sharp eyes, standing behind him with a smile on his lips.

"Who are you, why have I never seen you?"

Fang Ping's voice was gentle, and he answered irrelevant questions: "Let's go, find a place where no one is around, and have a good chat."

"Where are you going? I still want to supervise them to build weapons, you...don't drag me...hey...what are you doing!"

The Lianjiabao warrior was terrified, he was dragged away by Fang Ping.The Lianjiabao fighters tried their best but failed to resist. They were dragged by Fang Ping into the darkness outside the yard almost like a puddle of mud.

In the alley where you can't see your fingers.

The Lianjiabao warrior shivered like a chick, leaning weakly against the corner of the wall. To be precise, he let Fang Ping throw it at will, and then threw it on the ground.

"You are not from my Lianjiabao!" The Lianjiabao warrior suddenly woke up and opened his mouth to call out.

The sandbag-sized fist slammed into the Lianjiabao warrior's face, and stopped when he was an inch away, but the fierce wind that hit his face still caused the Lianjiabao warrior's nose to break, and his head fell to the ground in bewilderment.

"You can try to see if you call for rescue first, or I punch your head first." Fang Ping's voice was not loud, but he shocked the opponent like a sharp sword piercing through his heart.

The Lianjiabao warrior wanted to cry, but he kowtowed like garlic: "Forgive me... Hero, please forgive me."

"I'll ask you an answer." Fang Ping didn't want to waste time, and got straight to the point: "In late September last year, Lianjiabao arrested a group of blacksmiths in the outer city of Shanyang County. Where are those people now placed?"

"Late September last year... it seems that there was such a thing."

"What about people?"

"I don't know. At that time, a group of blacksmiths were making weapons in Lianjiabao, and they disappeared after a few months."

"Missing? Missing in Lianjiabao? Do you think I will believe you?"

"Hero Mingjian, I am not in charge of that group of blacksmiths. You can ask Mr. Li Jackal, he is my immediate boss, and he knows the records of the personnel in the castle better than anyone else."

"Well, tell me where he is."

"In the small building outside the stone castle, I can lead the way for the heroes."

"No need." Fang Ping decisively twisted the neck of the Lianjiabao warrior.

Killing people is like slaughtering pigs and dogs, Fang Ping didn't have the slightest mood swing.

Half an hour later, in a room with uncertain candle lights, Li Jackal, who had cultivated eighth rank of martial arts, had his chest collapsed and lay unrecognizable in a pool of blood. He didn't know what happened, and was thrown to the ground as soon as he opened the door.

Before he died, Fang Ping tortured him and came up with some answers.

The blacksmith captured from Shanyang County in late September last year was sent to the stone castle in December, and the person who gave the order was Lian Feihong, the owner of the Lianjiabao.

"At the end, it's still a mess. Do I have to find that Lian Feihong? This Lian Feihong is the owner of the Lianjiabao. There is no doubt that he is a third-rank master. I am definitely not his opponent."

Fang Ping sighed, but the trip tonight was rewarding. There seemed to be some secrets in the Lianjiabao, which was hidden in the depths of the castle.

The orphans who were sent to the stone castle disappeared, and the blacksmiths who were sent to the stone castle by their father and brother also disappeared.

All kinds of signs indicate that there is some kind of secret hidden in the stone castle of Lianjiabao.

Outside the window, the north wind howled, and the stone fortress stood tall.

Before dawn, Fang Ping came silently and returned to Shanyang County silently.

It is worth mentioning that this trip also left hundreds of taels of silver.

the next morning.

A pot exploded in Lianjiabao.

"Who did it? Check it out for me! Sneak into my Lianjiabao and commit murder? This is openly opposing my Lianjiabao!"

Lian Feihong was furious, suspecting that it was the counterattack of the five gentry in the inner city.

His doubts were not unreasonable. The five tyrants in the inner city had suffered a complete defeat in their confrontation with Lianjiabao before. It was normal for them to jump over the wall and kill several warriors in Lianjiabao.

(End of this chapter)