You have mastered the art of thunder and you tell me that it is in a strange world?

Chapter 198 Old Man and Old Lady

Nanguai's death was not very peaceful.

After a trip to the northern fortress, Zhu Laoba was only one step away from reaching the land fairyland. He was now cleansing the turbid air in his body. As long as the turbid air was cleared, he would be able to enter the land fairyland and officially begin to refine Qi.

He is half a step away from being innate?

That's just a grown man bullying a baby.

Walk over, aim at the head, and slap it.

"Snapped!"

The Nanguai's head turned around his neck two or three times.

Finally, he leaned forward and faced backward, with blood flowing from his nose, and fell to his knees in front of Zhu Laoba.

After killing the two evil men, Zhu Laoba looked around at all the men in the martial arts world with cold eyes.

"Listen up to me, everyone. Go back to your own homes and your own mothers! If anyone makes trouble again, do you see this slap I'm about to give you? Think about whether you can handle it!"

After saying that, Zhu Laoba turned around and went back to the county government office, slamming the vermilion door shut.

The dust on the beams fell off.

How dare the martial artists come forward?

There are still two bodies lying on the ground!
"Both the South Monster and the North Evil are half a step ahead, right?"

"Should...should be."

"That brute... no, what kind of kung fu is that hero? I've never seen it before!"

"The method he used just now didn't seem like any martial arts technique. It seemed to be just pure brute force."

The Jianghu people were whispering to each other, and suddenly someone said:
"Who is this gentleman he is talking about?"

Masters of this level are rare among the common people. Even the guards of the princes may not be as powerful as him.

Who would travel with such a good player!

Some of the vagrants felt that they could easily lose their lives if they went any further, so they simply left. However, more of them were still unwilling to give up, so they returned to the tavern, found their tables again, and continued to stare at the county government office.

The waiter, who just thought he would not be able to collect the money, burst into tears of joy again and cried twice.

When the yamen runners saw the gangsters disperse, they didn't dare to say much. They hurriedly threw the bodies of the Western Monster and the Northern Evil into a sack, placed it on a cart, and sent it to the mass grave outside the city.

The old woman squatting on the wall also looked uncomfortable and was in a dilemma.

Just leave now?

I've already climbed up the wall, it would be a pity to run back, and I would be laughed at by that dead beggar.

Enter the compound?

Others can't see it, but the old woman can.

That reckless man's methods are almost as good as those of a god on earth, and he has no reputation in the world. He must be a master specially trained by the court.

It would be very dangerous to sneak into the yard like this!
I have already started to think about giving up.

She turned her head and looked towards the tavern, and found that the old beggar was looking at her and waving at her to come down.

For some unknown reason, a fire of anger rose in the old woman's heart.

No, you can’t go!

The remaining fragments of the capital's manuscripts are still in the government office. If that reckless man accidentally uses the evil magic to corrupt his mind and becomes a demon of the god-level on earth, there will be a bloody storm in Daliang!
and……

This old bastard has thrown away his responsibilities, but I can’t!
He gritted his teeth and went straight into the courtyard.

She didn't notice that after she entered the yard, the old beggar in the tavern slammed the table and stood up, his eyes full of anxiety.

After entering the county government compound, the old woman disappeared into the short bushes like a shadow, moving carefully among the leaves and branches.

The yamen runners naturally couldn't see her as their skills were too different. The old woman believed that even if she walked in front of this group of people, they wouldn't be able to notice her.

He leaned forward again and saw Zhu Laoba walking back. After entering the yard, the other person immediately put on a simple and innocent face, and he was completely different from the fierce man outside the yard.

How can he be a master? He is just a big brother from the village farmers.

However, he seemed to be not very perceptive and did not look in this direction. It seemed that he would not be able to find himself for a while.

The old woman breathed a sigh of relief and cautiously moved towards the courtyard.

From the outer gate I reached the inner courtyard, and from the inner courtyard I reached the hall. The journey was smooth without any accidents.

I finally felt relieved.

Finally I reached the side of the hall. Just as I was about to turn my head to look inside, I suddenly heard a little girl's voice ringing beside my ear:
"Grandma, what are you doing?"

The old woman froze for a moment.

It was the voice of a young girl. There was a hint of tenderness in her throat, but it was more hearty and clear, like the crisp chirping of a bird in the woods beside your ear.

Even without looking at her face, you can tell that she must be a beautiful woman.

Head tilted.

Sure enough, the girl standing in front of the old woman had a pretty face and was wearing common underworld clothes.

He looks just like himself forty years ago, full of energy.

Can……

The old woman was very sure that her self forty years ago would never have been able to see through her current skill of catching shadows in the sun.

How could such a young girl have such profound skills?

Seeing that the matter was exposed, the old woman acted faster than her brain and reached out to touch the knockout drug in her arms.

There was no time to think about it, and he just threw it directly at the girl in front of him.

The girl obviously didn't expect the old woman to suddenly attack her. She was startled and jumped back.

The next moment, a little girl suddenly appeared in front of the medicine mist spread by the old woman. This little girl looked almost the same as the girl, but was just one size smaller, without shoes, and looked sleepy, as if she had just been woken up.

Then he was covered with medicine.

He rolled his eyes and fell asleep again on the spot, plopped down on the ground, snoring loudly with bubbles coming out of his nose.

The old woman was shocked.

What kind of magic is this? Just throw out a smaller version of yourself to ward off disaster?!
Paper figurines? Substitute ghosts?
But those methods of walking in the underworld are not as clever as this little girl? She can even sleep?!

Suddenly I remembered the rumors I had heard before, that a great lady who saved people from poverty and distress came out from Xuzhou, but she could transform herself into another form, and with a single jump she could split into seven or eight little girls. Isn't this just like the girl in front of me?
Is she the eldest aunt?

"Hey! You old woman! You are not a good person!" The girl saw that her little girl was bewitched and fell asleep, and she became angry. She turned her sleeves out and showed several ropes in her hands.

The old woman thought something was wrong and was about to climb the wall to escape when she saw the girl throw the rope out.

The whole rope seemed to come alive and quickly tied up the old woman.

The old woman fell into the grass with a thud and couldn't move.

Tying up thieves with a rope and killing pigs with a knot? But how can the rope play be so lively?

"Master, I caught a thief!"

Hearing only the girl's shouting, the old woman could only close her eyes and accept her fate.

……

The old woman was brought to the main hall, and County Magistrate Zhong happened to bring over the remaining scrolls from the capital.

Originally, County Magistrate Zhong really didn't want to give the remaining scroll to Zuo Chen. It was not until his runners showed him the Southern Monster and the Northern Evil who had been beaten into grotesque shapes that County Magistrate Zhong let go of his obsession.

Scared.

After respectfully handing the Heavenly Master's scroll to Zuo Chen, County Magistrate Zhong retreated obediently and stood aside as a background board.

Zuo Chen casually flipped through the remaining scroll twice.

It is indeed as Magistrate Zhong said, the remaining scroll is so strange that one cannot find the beginning nor the end.

It is wrapped in a unique magic formula, which seems to be specially designed to prevent others from prying.

I don’t know whether it is to protect knowledge or to protect people who read books.

Before Zuo Chen could say anything, he suddenly saw Zhu Laoba walking towards him with an old man in his hand, and he threw the old man to the ground.

"Master, this old beggar was trying to sneak in just now, but I caught him."

"Was I caught? It was obvious that I let you find me on purpose!" The old beggar rubbed his buttocks, his face full of resentment: "Oh, this young man, he didn't know how to respect the elderly and love the young."

"Hehe, you're probably not even a fraction of my size." Zhu Laoba kicked him in the butt.

The old beggar didn't dare to speak, but just looked at Zuo Chen cautiously, as if recalling something.

The old woman looked at the old beggar in surprise:
"Why did you get in here, you old bastard?"

The old beggar smiled helplessly: "Didn't I tell you to shout for help three times? You didn't even shout now."

"I would rather be chopped off than scream."

"Cough cough."

Zhu Laoba coughed twice, interrupting the crosstalk between the two old funny men.

The two of them shut up.

"You two are here for the Imperial Scroll as well?"

Zuo Chen glanced at the two men.

There was not much turbid air on his body, and there was a little golden light of merit wrapped around him, which was completely different from the two evil people that Zhu Laoba had killed before.

"Are you the gentleman that the warrior just mentioned?"

Zuo Chen nodded.

The old beggar next to him couldn't stop looking at Zuo Chen.

He was young, handsome, and had a strange sense of otherworldliness, yet inexplicably approachable. He was not the Kyoto nobleman that the old woman had guessed.

He was accompanied by a rough man with innate Taoist skills and an aunt from Xuzhou.

She recalled the strange rumors she had heard in the martial arts world some time ago.

It was said that a true immortal had descended and had killed his way all the way from Xuzhou to Youzhou. He had the power to move mountains and fill the sea, and the might to step on the sun and shatter the moon. Even the immortal figure, the eldest aunt, was just a boy under his seat, who had only inherited a little from him.

When the old beggar first heard the rumor, he thought it was probably a storyteller who made up a few myths just to earn a little money for tea.

Now it seems……

I'm afraid what the storyteller said is indeed true.

The old woman did not react, obviously she had not heard of the rumors about Zuo Chen. She just warned anxiously:
"Sir, you must not read the fragments of the capital's scrolls! All the scrolls left behind in the capital are stained with black magic formulas. If you try to decipher them, it may ruin your Tao heart!"

Zuo Chen heard this and said in surprise:
"Do you know that this fragment of the capital contains evil energy?"

"Ok?"

After hearing what Zuo Chen said, the two old men looked at each other, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Before the old woman spoke, she had already prepared herself for Zuo Chen not to believe her. After all, if she told others that there was a problem with the fragments of the capital manuscript, eleven out of ten people would not believe her.

I didn’t expect to meet someone who knows the truth today?

The old woman asked cautiously: "Sir, are you... a returnee?"

"Guixiang... I'm not from Guixiang, but I've heard from others that they were a group of tomb raiders."

Holding the fragment in his hand and tapping it twice, Zuo Chen said:

"Tell me, who are you and how do you know there is something wrong with the Beijing Fragments?"

(End of this chapter)