Chapter 11 Harvest
  Half an hour later.

In a wasteland.

Li Qinglin looked at Ah Xi's body and sat down on the stone exhausted.

The qi and blood in the body are gurgling and flowing, which has not been completely exhausted, and is still continuously relieving Li Qinglin's fatigue.

One night, three people were killed.

It seems to be just for ten taels of silver.

But Li Qinglin has no regrets.

And perhaps because he had refined the bombe toad into a clone and had already used the toad's body to kill, Li Qinglin didn't have much fear of killing people at the moment.

He took a few deep breaths, then stood up again, came to Axi's body, and quickly searched him.

After a while, the trophy was placed in front of Li Qinglin.

Two leather money bags contained a total of six taels of silver and dozens of copper coins.

A cluster of southern red agate that appears to be quite old.

A medicine bottle with a tiger pattern on it and the words "Jinsuo Guxie Pill" written on it.

A hand scroll recording the one-step fighting method "Lukqi Shibatui".

In addition, there is a notebook that records a lot of information.

The last scrolls and notes were all found from Axi's body.

In the past few days, Li Qinglin had vigorously supplemented all kinds of knowledge, and he was no longer what he was back then.

The way of martial arts is actually divided into refining methods and fighting methods.

Refining, as the name suggests, is a method of cultivating the body, polishing the body, blood, and even the spirit. It is a way to strengthen oneself!

And the fighting method is ruthless means of killing, seizing profits, and protecting the road! It is the real way to fight.

This is the case with this book "Eighteen Falls of Luqi". There are a total of eighteen fighting methods. Li Qinglin just glanced at them briefly. The records in them are all such as crotch lifting, back spooning, and snack nests. style of play.

Judging from the handwriting on the hand scroll, it is brand new and has ink marks. It seems that Axi just got it from the so-called 'deputy gang leader' of the Luqi Gang.

But it was cheaper for Li Qinglin.

And the last notebook——

"On the eighth day of the second lunar month, Xu Peng, the deputy leader of the Luqi Gang, hosted a banquet for Bi Dianshi at Wangbo Tower. I led Xu Peng's horse and paid one tael for the meal, so I would like to remember this.

On the first day of March, I sold a batch of silk to Xu Peng at a low price. Xu Peng was very happy. After getting drunk, he linked arms with me and whispered that this batch of silk was used by him to smoothen the relationship and was dedicated to Bi Dianshi.

April 15th, rain. Xu Peng conspired with Bi Dianshi in Chunxiaofang, and seemed to be talking about the leader of the gang. This guy from Xu Peng spent my money to sleep with the girl I invited, and asked for favors from others! I remember this account.

May 17th, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad! ! Finally obtained the magical power, and one day the magical power will be completed, I, Xi, will definitely dominate the shanty town! Jie Jie Jie...

June 7th. Xu Peng actually asked me if I could get a batch of crossbows and arrows, which belonged to his grandma! I can get this thing, and still mess around with you? !

June 9th, Liu Qiaolian... so moist..."

Sure enough, no serious person should take notes.

Let go of some weird stuff.

This handbook actually records the time and place of Xu Peng, the deputy leader of the Luqi Gang, who he met, what he said, how much money he spent, how many canaries he kept privately in the outer city, and what his usual interests were. Hobby……

It even involves people from the government.

Li Qinglin thought for a moment and put away the silver coins, hand scrolls and notes.

He buried the dagger, the southern red agate string, medicine bottles and other objects that could easily reveal his identity, and then quickly left the scene.

Soon after, it was windy, cold, cloudy and snowy.

Pieces of snowflakes gradually fell, from small to large.

The land was completely white, so clean.

……

The genius is bright.

Xi'er was wearing a light green dress and her petite figure jumped out of the carriage.

After paying the fare, Xi'er walked towards the rouge shop without stopping.

Xi'er was a maid in the outer courtyard of the Wang residence. Because of her keen eyesight, she was valued by the steward Wang, who was in charge of external affairs. She was assigned some errands to buy rouge and dowry for the nobles in the residence or the maids who lived in the same house.

Walking into the familiar rouge shop, the boss seemed to have gotten the news a long time ago. He respectfully packed the rouge that had been prepared and delivered it to Xi'er.

Xi'er nodded without saltiness, took the rouge, and left a money bag.

"Several ladies in my family are going to attend the 'Winter Insect Fighting Tiger Banquet' in the city in two months. They are all coming and going with noble people. Please remember to prepare good yellow fragrant pears and white jade bead curtains..."

Hearing this, the boss nodded like a fool: "I understand, I don't dare to mess up the ladies' business." The boss's humility towards Wang Zhai made Xi'er feel so proud that she even walked lightly.

After leaving the rouge shop, Xi'er saw that it was still early, so he wandered around the outer city casually.

The gurgling stream flows across the stone arch bridge.

On the shore under the bridge, there were many women pounding and beating dirty clothes.

There are also some talented people and beauties rowing boats under the stone arch bridge, reciting poems and lamenting the winter scenery.

Among them, there was an inconspicuous figure squatting on the bank, scooping up the stream water, and carefully rubbing a scarlet stain on the edge of his clothes with soap locust.

"There are some muscle lacerations, especially the fists. Even if they are nourished by Qi and blood, they still hurt. I still need to buy a weapon if I have a chance."

"It is indeed difficult to wash away human blood completely. Maybe I should prepare some corpse water with me in the future? But in fact, corpse water is just a strong acid liquid. After use, it will emit a foul smell and pungent smoke, and it will also leave behind liquefied bone. …

Using bugs, even ordinary mealworms are enough to completely destroy the corpse and eliminate traces. Unfortunately, unless you intervene forcibly, the bombe toad does not like to eat dead things. How about choosing a kind of bug for the clone you will refine in the future? "

"A horse is not fat without night grass, and a man is not rich without windfall. I deserve to make a fortune! But what should I do with the manuscript?"

Li Qinglin was thinking while washing his clothes.

The fierce aura revealed subconsciously made the two nearby women who were wearing clothes feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave. They looked back at Li Qinglin and moved to the side with some fear.

Li Qinglin didn't notice the women's reactions and continued to think silently.

Turn it over to the royal residence?

Li Qinglin didn't think that Wang Zhai, who lived deep in the inner city, would go to war for the third-rate underground forces in the shanty town.

Report to the official?

Li Qinglin thought of the scene where anyone in the hall would dare to sue him.

But...the leader of the Luqi Gang?

A ray of inspiration passed through his mind, and Li Qinglin suddenly thought of a way.

Just as he was thinking about it, he raised his head and glanced over the stone arch bridge inadvertently.

I saw a somewhat familiar figure.

"Is she the maid who issued the money that day?"

In an instant, the light in Li Qinglin's pupils dimmed and dimmed.

His sharp edge was revealed, and his expression full of hostility became more serious.

He naturally wrung out his sleeves, stood up, carried the package, and walked up the stone staircase.

On the stone arch bridge, Li Qinglin passed by Xi'er.

"and many more!"

Xi'er suddenly called out to Li Qinglin.

Li Qinglin's expression remained unchanged and he turned around.

"What's the matter?"

Xi'er glanced at the Wangzhai's special pattern on Li Qinglin's lapel, then a string of white mist came out of her nostrils, she raised her head,
  "A tenant servant in the house? Hmm... coming home to visit relatives? Just in time, I'm tired, so you can go back to the house with me."

However, it had only been three or four days, and Xi'er had completely forgotten that the young man in front of her was the insect farmer who had left the house and paid the regular money, but was deducted 30% of it by Manager Wang.

She handed over the package containing rouge to herself.

Li Qinglin nodded and took the package without saying much.

Xi'er noticed that Li Qinglin's sleeves were still slightly red, and asked casually, "What's wrong with your clothes?"

Li Qinglin's eyes were dark, and his dark pupils took in Xi'er's whole body.

There was a bit of dazzling light that made Xi'er feel a little scared.

Like an arrow piercing the sky, it pierced into Xi'er's eye socket.

Somehow, Xi'er didn't dare to look directly at the light, lowered her head, and subconsciously took a step back.

"Oh, my family is a weaver. I left home early and didn't pay attention. My sleeves were stained by dye. It made my sister laugh."

Li Qinglin suddenly laughed, breaking the somewhat obscure atmosphere.

Xi'er gasped suddenly, like a fish that had been out of the river for a long time. At some point, her back was wet with cold sweat.

She subconsciously wanted to scold Li Qinglin for who he was, and how dare he call her sister?

But she recalled Li Qinglin's gaze just now, and felt a little dazed for a moment.

Then without saying a word, he walked forward hurriedly.

(End of this chapter)

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