Poverty

Chapter 24
He was startled for a moment, and then ecstasy appeared in his eyes.

"In this way, if I practice all these martial arts to the full, I will definitely be able to rank as a second-rate martial artist." Li Yanchu said in his heart.

A second-rate martial artist can already establish a sect in the arena, and he is a well-known master anywhere.

How could Li Yanchu be unhappy!
The successive evil incidents made Li Yanchu deeply aware of the dangers of this world.

My own Taoism is not advanced enough, and martial arts is the biggest reliance so far!

As the Tsingyi Temple Fair approached, all three religions and nine streams gathered in the small city of Wei.

The proprietress of the Taiping Inn laughed from ear to ear.

This year's business is much better than previous years.

The proprietress doesn't know if it's because the business is good, or because Li Yanchu said yesterday that she likes her sister more, so she cooks for herself today.

Cooked a few side dishes for Li Yanchu.

It attracted the admiration of the guys in the inn.

"As expected of Daoist Yanchu, you can let the proprietress do the cooking herself."

"I think the proprietress and Daoist Yan Chu are a good match."

The clerk at the Taiping Inn, since Li Yanchu came out to him last time, has respected this Daoist Yanchu from the bottom of his heart.

From their point of view, if the young and handsome Taoist Master Yan Chu could marry the proprietress, it would indeed be a beautiful thing.

Another one, the inn is also covered by someone, isn't it?

In their opinion, Li Yanchu not only has high martial arts skills, but also has a very close friendship with the county government's king catcher.

Of course, it's actually an exaggeration. It was Wang Butou who had always wanted to befriend Li Yanchu.

Xu Zhixian, the top leader in Weicheng, also had a crush on Li Yanchu.

Including several well-known wealthy businessmen in the city, they even treated Li Yanchu as the guest of honor.

Under such a background, how could the staff of the Taiping Inn not like what happened between Li Yanchu and his wife.

It's just that the guy who was talking and laughing suddenly felt his neck go cold.

Looking back, Fang Qinglan was standing behind them holding an iron sword.

"Yo, it's Miss Qinglan." The clerk greeted her kindly.

Fang Qinglan nodded slightly.

He left straight away, leaving behind the two guys who looked at each other.

Although Fang Qinglan is usually cold-tempered, she still greets them when she sees them.

Treat people very gently.

But what happened today?
When Li Yanchu was eating, he suddenly felt a burst of sword energy.

With his current martial arts cultivation, his five senses are extremely sharp.

But when he raised his head, the threatening sword energy disappeared again.

All I could see was Fang Qinglan's back leaving with the iron sword in hand.

"Strange, did I read it wrong?" Li Yanchu shook his head.

Recently, in Weicheng, young masters and young ladies, savages, literati, gentry and wealthy businessmen all gathered here.

It is inevitable that there may be one or two martial arts masters.

Especially those suave and suave young heroes, angry horses in fresh clothes, as the Tsing Yi temple fair was approaching, many of them came to Wei City.

Wang Butou has recently been busy with official duties, not only responsible for the security of Wei City, but also the many bones involved in Zhangjiazhuang last time gave him a headache.

It feels like my hair is starting to go bald.

Not only that, last night, someone found the bones of a monk in the mountains.

Half of his body seemed to be torn apart by some kind of terrifying beast.

When the hunter who went up the mountain found it, there was only a bundle and half of the corpse.

There was another murder case, which made Catcher Wang exhausted.

It was not until the curfew was approaching that Wang Butou rushed to Qingyun Temple.

"Wang Butou, why are you here?" Li Yanchu asked.

"Daoist Yanchu, Mr. Wang is busy with official business these days, otherwise he should have come to bother him long ago."

"One is to thank you, and the other is to send the reward from the Yamen."

Li Yanchu said with a smile: "Slaying demons and eliminating demons is a matter of duty. What kind of thanks are you talking about? Besides, the rewards from the yamen need to be visited by Wang Catcher himself."

Wang Butou shook his head, took out a few silver notes from his pocket, and handed them to Li Yanchu: "This is a 500 tael silver note, which was specially ordered by Xu Zhi County."

Li Yanchu accepted it with great enthusiasm.

Catcher Wang took out another bundle from his hand and put it on the table.

The baggage is very long and looks quite heavy.

Li Yanchu asked: "This is?"

Undoing the burden, Catcher Wang said: "This is the weapon left by a swordsman in the yamen. The famous swordsman died in Weicheng with no relatives and no reason, so this knife was kept in the yamen. "

Li Yanchu was a little curious and set his eyes on the knife.

Wang Butou went on to say: "This saber is called Zhanjiao. It is extremely sharp and has a very strong evil spirit. To tell you the truth, Daoist Chu, Wang knows that he can't control this saber."

"I saw Daoist Yan Chu using a short knife before. Although it was sharp, it had jumped out of the gap last time, so I took the knife to the Yamen."

"Daoist Yan Chu can give it a try, if it's not suitable, don't force it."

The pig-killing knife on Li Yanchu's waist had many gaps when he fought the beheading ghost in Zhangjiazhuang.

It looked even tattered.

However, he has been using it all the time, and he didn't change it for a weapon that he took advantage of.

Hearing Wang Butou's words, Li Yan became interested.

He stretched out his hand and took the Flood Severing Saber.

The knife is three feet long, with a simple shape, and a killing spirit rushes towards the face.

Li Yanchu pulled out the knife.

The blade is sharp and shining with a cold light that catches people.

A cold feeling suddenly came from the handle of the knife.

"Hiss—" Li Yanchu gasped.

So icy!

Wang Butou sighed slightly, he didn't expect that even Daoist Yan Chu could not control this saber.

But in the next moment, Li Yanchu suddenly felt as if he had a tacit understanding with the Dragon Sword.

Suddenly, the Flood Dragon Chopper made a crisp sound, like a dragon chant.

Great work!

After everything calmed down, Li Yanchu felt that the knife in his hand was no longer cold, but had a feeling of being driven by an arm.

"Good knife!" Li Yanchu couldn't help admiring.

Wang Butou sighed.

"This saber has been stored in the yamen for many years, and there has never been such a vision. Today, the sound of dragon chants happened, which shows that Taoist Yan Chu is the master of this saber. There is no doubt about it." Wang Butou said.

Li Yanchu was overjoyed and said with a smile, "Thank you, Catcher Wang, for giving me the knife."

With this knife, his personal force will rise to another level.

This knife is obviously not Fantie.

Wang Butou took out another letter from his pocket and handed it to Li Yanchu.

"Have you heard of the monk Yanchu who died in the mountains a few days ago?" Wang Butou asked.

Li Yanchu nodded. After this incident came out, rumors about the beasts in the mountains causing disasters spread.

Many hunters are afraid to go hunting in the mountains.

"This letter was found from that monk." Catcher Wang signaled Li Yanchu to open it.

After Li Yanchu opened the letter, he skimmed through it briefly, and couldn't help but let out a little surprise.

He looked up at Wang Catcher, and said, "Is there really such a thing as the elixir in the world?"

(End of this chapter)