Martial arts start from the visualization of tortoise breathing

Chapter 81;
The [-] guards who came with Wu Qingyuan were all at the top level of martial arts, including two eighth-rank warriors, who surrounded Fang Ping in groups, and they would take action only after Wu Qingyuan gave an order.

"Wow wow wow!"

The big black dog barked and bared.

The heterogeneous BMW squinted and didn't take it seriously.

"I'm going to help second brother." Fang Ying, who saw the scene in the courtyard in the room, was about to fight out with a long sword when something happened.

Li Rou stopped Xiao Nizi and shook her head seriously. Although she is a woman, she also understands that going out at this time will only add to the chaos.

……

"What? In broad daylight, the son of the county magistrate wants to steal and oppress goodness?"

Fang Ping, caught in the siege, asked contemptuously.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Wu Qingyuan snorted, and shouted: "It is obvious that you colluded with the bandits outside the city, mutilated the people, burned, killed and looted. I came today to arrest you!"

"Do it, if you dare to resist, he will be abolished."

A ninth-rank guard took the lead and slammed Fang Ping's back with his palm.

The strange thing is that Fang Ping didn't move at all, but the ninth-rank guard was shattered by a huge force, his arm was convulsed and twisted, and he flew upside down screaming again and again.

Fang Ping walked forward, and the two ninth-rank guards who rushed forward were shattered as soon as the eyes were dark, and fell to the ground bleeding all over the place, and several ninth-rank guards who rushed forward one after another also fell Ordinary end.

Fang Ping didn't even see how to make a move.

When the two eighth-rank guards looked solemn and shouted angrily, they pulled out their steel knives back and forth and slashed at Fang Ping's torso. The eighth-rank guard was smashed into a hornet's nest by the fragments of the blade, which penetrated the body.Another eighth-rank guard's scalp was numb, and he stopped his body and wanted to escape.

Fang Ping strode across Zhang Xu and bumped into it. The moment the two bodies collided, it was like a mountain colliding with a house made of paper. Fang Ping didn't feel any pain.

However, the eighth-rank martial artist who was hit by the impact had countless bones broken, and his head was split and smashed on the wall of the courtyard, blasting a big hole, and fell on the wall of the next door outside the courtyard without diminishing momentum.

"you……"

Wu Qingyuan's face changed, and it was clearly recorded in the yamen file: Fang Ping, a man from the outer city, was poor for generations, and an eighth-rank warrior.

Can an eighth-rank warrior be so vigorous?

There is only one explanation.

Fang Ping concealed his cultivation.

"Damn it, you colluded with bandits outside the city, and now you still refuse to plead guilty, violently resisting the law, don't you worry about the consequences?"

Wu Qingyuan shouted loudly.

"You believe what you said." Fang Ping shot away the last ninth-rank guard who was still standing, and said when he turned around: "Do you know how this alien BMW came from? I can tell you, this But it's a secret."

Wu Qingyuan was stunned for a moment, with a bad premonition. People who know too many secrets are destined to not live long. Besides, Fang Ping's terrifying fighting power today gave him an unfathomable feeling: "... Since it's a secret...it's something that can't be told to others, I'm not that curious."

"Get lost." Fang Ping's murderous intent rose for a moment, but he didn't make a move.

To kill each other is as easy as trampling a bedbug or crushing an ant, but Wu Qingyuan's father is the magistrate of Shanyang County, an official of the imperial court. If Fang Ping kills Wu Qingyuan, he will cause a lot of trouble.

"Farewell." Wu Qingyuan walked out of the yard.

"Take your dog and walk with you." Fang Ping reminded, "I can help you too."

Wu Qingyuan's eyes were about to burst, and when he came, he was still unrestrained, rushing forward and embracing him, and when he left, he walked on foot, and the carriage was full of corpses.

Of the [-] high-grade guards, only three survived, and all of them were seriously injured and could not recover in a short period of time.

"This matter is not over!" Wu Qingyuan swore secretly.

……

The courtyard returned to tranquility.

Fang Ping took a bucket of well water and poured it over his head to wash away the bloody smell on his body.

"Second brother, are you okay?"

Fang Ying ran out of the house, the long sword in her hand was clanging against the ground, making a metallic sound.

"What can I do." Fang Ping grinned, and used the topic to educate: "See, in this world, only hard fists can turn evil into good fortune. If my fists were not hard enough, I would have been trampled underfoot and caught just now. to the prison."

Li Rou, who happened to be out of the house, saw the picture of how Fang Ping was educating his younger sister. She didn't open her mouth, and she didn't open her mouth. He wanted to take Fang Ying along the way of martial arts.

……

The end of ugly time.

The moonlight is bright, and the tree shadows the mother-in-law.

The hustle and bustle of the inner city during the day has turned into a kind of quiet and deserted.

Fang Ping opened the door, glanced at his sleeping mother and sister, put on black clothes and a face scarf, and disappeared into the night in the form of a big man in black.

After a while, Fang Ping arrived at the Yamen of the Inner City Mansion.

The government office is very large, and there are servants standing guard in front of the vermilion gate, and the inside of the government office is even more heavily guarded. The servants patrolling with torches, wave after wave, Fang Ping is like a transparent person, passing through several courtyards. Arrived in front of a courtyard deep in the government office.

In the brightly lit room, Wu Qingyuan was in a gloomy mood, drinking wine with a gloomy face. What happened during the day, like a layer of dark clouds, lingered in his heart.

As the son of the county magistrate, he has suffered from such uselessness.

"A despicable pariah from an outer city dares to oppose me! You wait for me, wait for me!"

Wu Qingyuan shouted in a low voice, and dropped the wine glass heavily.

"My lord, the county magistrate ordered you to go and ask questions." A voice suddenly came from outside the door.

Wu Qingyuan frowned, and his voice was a little strange, but after drinking some wine and being angry, he didn't think too much, got up and opened the door.

Bang!
The moment the door was opened, Wu Qingyuan's face was covered with a gust of wind mixed with a large amount of lime powder.

"you……"

Wu Qingyuan realized something was wrong.

Without saying a word, Fang Ping grabbed Wu Qingyuan's throat like lightning, and with a slight force, a corpse collapsed to the ground.

I'm afraid that at the moment of his death, Wu Qingyuan didn't see clearly who killed him.

"Be a good person in the next life." Fang Ping walked away.

Doing nothing during the day is to avoid a series of subsequent troubles. It is different at night. Fang Ping came at night, and the county magistrate of Shanyang County suspected Fang Ping and had no real evidence.

Back in the small courtyard, Fang Ping took off his black clothes and face scarf, and put them under the bluestone slab. The dozen or so bulging cloth bags hanging from his waist were taken off together and put them under the bluestone slab.

"It's cheap for that guy. It's such an honor to ask me, a fourth-rank marrow washing master, to kill him with lime powder."

Fang Ping said.

(End of this chapter)