I'm in Wudang god catcher

Chapter 27 Heirs of the Mohist family, ever-changing but never offensive

Di Qinglin's carriage is very impressive.

This carriage cost a lot of money, a lot of money, and it was more valuable than Shen Lian's house.

After spending such a huge amount of gold and silver, there should be countless hidden weapons inside, which can launch flying needles, defend against arrows, and even cross rivers and rivers if necessary.

Di Qinglin's carriage was not like this, it was a luxurious carriage, a carriage made of various rare wood stacks, a large and comfortable carriage.

For Di Qinglin, a rich kid who has no official position and eats, drinks and has fun all day long, money is just a number on the ledger, and he can spend it as he wants.

He doesn't need traps, he just needs to make himself feel comfortable, but he is very uncomfortable now.

Anyone who was arrested would not feel very comfortable when the police came to their door, especially this policeman who was very rude and stood in front of the carriage, like a ferocious beast.

The man who drove the car for Di Qinglin was Zhao Zheng, Yang Zheng's immediate boss, who was cunning and wise.

Looking at Yang Zheng blocking the road, Zhao Zheng waved his claws without hesitation. He couldn't wait to show his martial arts in front of Lord Di, hoping to be favored by Lord Di.

The eagle claws are as fast as lightning!
Zhao Zheng was able to get where he is today not only because of flattery, but because of real material. Yang Zheng didn't have time to react, and Zhao Zheng grabbed his wrist.

As long as Zhao Zheng added another three points of force, Yang Zheng's wrist bones would be crushed, but it's a pity that he didn't have three points of force.

Not only did he not have three points of strength, he didn't even have one point of strength, because Yang Zheng had two hands, and when one hand was caught, the other hand threw a heavy punch.

"Boom!"

The fist hit Zhao Zheng's abdomen hard. Zhao Zheng suddenly burst into tears and ran to the corner to vomit.

The stench of the night's food and drink filled the space of tens of feet in an instant. Di Qinglin looked at Yang Zheng with admiration, and beckoned Yang Zheng to get on his carriage.

"What a tough guy. I've never seen you shoot like that. In order to hit someone, you don't hesitate to let the other party grab your vitals first."

Yang Zheng smiled and said, "I haven't seen it either, it was just a temporary idea, I don't know martial arts."

"Then what will you do?"

"Desperate!"

"What are you looking for from me?"

"VIP!"

"Who?"

"Sisi."

"Sisi has already left. If a woman wants to leave, it's like it's going to rain. No one can stop her. How can I put her in a cage?"

Yang Zheng was silent.

"Goodbye, Lord Marquis!"

Before he finished speaking, Yang Zheng left the carriage.

He held a small piece of fingernail in his hand.

These are women's nails, smeared with refined impatiens juice, hidden in the cracks under the seat cushion. If Yang Zheng hadn't been careful, he wouldn't have been able to detect them.

Looking at the bright red nails in his hand, Yang Zheng was [-]% sure that Di Qinglin was lying just now.

But how can this be done?
How can you convict Lord Hou with just a piece of fingernail?
Yang Zheng knew this was absolutely impossible, but he would always find a way. This was what Yang Hen told him.

There are always flaws in everything, and as long as the flaws can be found, even a small insect can shake a towering tree.

This was originally a principle of martial arts, and even Yang Hen did not expect that Yang Zheng would use this principle to solve the case.

On the carriage, Di Qinglin gently rubbed the edge of the seat cushion. There was originally a piece of fingernail hidden there, but now it was gone. It was obviously taken away by Yang Zheng.

This liger-like fierce little catcher actually has the delicacy of a civet cat, which is so funny!
Di Qinglin ordered softly: "Yang Zheng will not check me out for no reason. Sisi has a sister who is Yang Zheng's best friend. What is her name?"

"Jade!"

"Get rid of Ruyu, tonight!"

"I'll do it right away!"

Di Qinglin took out his short knife and carefully trimmed his nails: "The wounded beast is the most ferocious. If you want to see the strongest beast, you must let him be injured!"

"How did you hurt Shen Lian?"

"I will create an environment for him so that he can never take a step back. Do you know what it will be like? I just can't wait."

"You can't retreat, you can run!"

"He won't run."

"why?"

"If he runs away, Feng Siniang will die, and hundreds of thousands of people will suffer. I have carefully analyzed Shen Lian's information, and the people are his biggest weakness."

"A woman's benevolence is hard to achieve great things!"

Di Qinglin said seriously: "You are wrong, in this world, no matter good people or bad people, no matter gentlemen or villains, those who can become strong all have perseverance and their own persistence.

This persistence doesn't matter right or wrong, and it doesn't matter whether you can achieve great things, but whether you can stick to it.

If Shen Lian can stick to his principles, even if he is smashed to pieces, I will still give him a stick of incense. "

"Shen Lian's principles are ridiculous!"

"I think it's really scary!"

Di Qinglin said lightly: "I don't know what this means, but I can feel that it is a majestic force that roars and tsunami."

"What did you use against him?"

"No matter how powerful a person is, he can't stand up to the natural pressure of heaven and earth. He can't stand up to the combined attacks of strong wind, fire, thunder, and lightning. He will definitely be defeated!"

Di Qinglin was full of confidence.

A long time ago, he knew that Zhu Yuanzhang would attack noble families like them, and with a cunning mind, he found a strong ally early on.

……

Shen Lian, who was missed by Di Qinglin, did not notice the danger coming, or in other words, no one could have predicted this completely unpredictable danger.

Shen Lian is proficient in catching thieves, but not divination.

It is said that among the heroes of the founding of the country, the ghost king Xu Ruowu and Liu Bowen, the censor Zhongcheng, are good at stargazing and divination.

Shen Lian remembered the order they gave him.

Ruowu is talking about demigods and half ghosts!

Liu Bowen was talking about half man, half beast!

Quite right!
Correct is simply very embarrassing.

If it weren't for the fact that Xu Ruowu couldn't beat Xu Ruowu, Shen Lian really wanted to beat up this old bum, and then asked Xu Ruowu if he would be beaten up today?
Shen Lian was visiting an old man.

He was a lame old man named Ling. He walked around the streets sharpening scissors and cutting kitchen knives on weekdays. There seemed to be nothing special about him. What was ordinary could not be more ordinary.

Shen Lian knew that he was not an ordinary person.

He is a descendant of the Mohist family and lives a poor life, not because he has no ability, but because he respects the rules of the sages.

Master Ling inherited half of the non-offensive mechanism art, but he is not proficient in "casting", he is proficient in "phase".

There is a bole in the world, and then there is a thousand-mile horse, a thousand-mile horse often exists, but a bole does not often exist. Master Ling belongs to the bole who specializes in mechanical equipment and magic weapons.

Of course, Master Ling's lack of proficiency is aimed at those master craftsmen. His casting technique is considered a masterpiece in the world, and the weapons he forges are worth thousands of gold.

Shen Lian bowed and gave a salute: "I have heard Master Ling's name for a long time, and I take the liberty to disturb you, senior, forgive me."

Master Ling raised his head and glanced at Shen Lian: "What does this official want from me? I don't need to evaluate the weapon on your back, and I don't have the strength to forge a sword."

He is more than 80 years old this year, old and frail, even with superb skills, he can no longer wield a sledgehammer.

Shen Lian smiled and said: "I want to attack without mercy!"

Non-offensive is the ideological proposition of Mohism, and it is also the magic weapon directly inherited from Mohism. It is composed of thousands of exquisite machine parts and can be transformed into a variety of weapons.

Under normal circumstances, Non-Gong can be transformed into a belt wrapped around the waist. When necessary, it can be transformed into a lasso of flying claws, a shield with crossbow arrows, and a treasured sword.

It sounds like a good fit for Akazunxin, because Akazunxin is proficient in all weapons and can choose the appropriate weapon according to the enemy's martial arts to defeat the enemy.

But if Chi Zunxin gets Fei Gong, Fei Gong is just a piece of scrap iron, because the magic weapon has a spirit, how can Chi Zunxin's arrogant and domineering character fit Fei Gong?

"Shen Bing has a spirit, you can't force it."

"I want to try it!"

Master Ling did not refuse, he had long wanted to find a successor for Fei Gong, but there was no suitable one, if Shen Lian fits in, it would fulfill a wish.

"Give!"

Master Ling took out the blue-purple square from the toolbox.

This is non-aggression.

Basic form of non-attack.

Shen Lian stretched out his hand to take Fei Gong, and in an instant, the radiance flourished, and Fei Gong transformed into an illusion in Shen Lian's hands at will.

"Crack Kacha!"

Fei Gong wrapped around his waist.

Shen Lian smiled and said, "Thank you, Master, for the generous gift."

Master Ling smiled: "This is your own opportunity. I am just an adult. If you must thank me, can you do something for me?"

"what's up?"

"Resolve the hostility of a weapon."

"What weapon?"

"Farewell Hook!"

"You know the parting hook?"

"That is the last weapon forged by my senior brother Shao Kongzi. It is a ferocious weapon that can hurt others and yourself."

(End of this chapter)