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"Murder! Ahhhhhh!"

The plosive sound drew Tan Wenjie's attention.

He raised his hand and took out a gold ingot the size of a fist.

The madam clapped her hands and cheered, "Well done! This kind of promiscuous woman deserves to die! Don't worry, young master, I still have her indenture."

She held the large gold ingot, her face crinkling with laughter like a chrysanthemum.

How can a mere cash cow compare to a major investor? It's just that she's old and faded; otherwise, she would have to hold onto such a huge gold mine.

Thinking of this, the madam cursed her girls inwardly for being useless. With wealth and glory right in front of them, why couldn't they use any of their usual flirtatious charm?

"Make way, Imperial Guards are on a case!"

A commotion arose outside, accompanied by panicked screams, as a group of people rushed in.

00fa was prominently listed among them.

Completely different from his disheveled appearance when he was kicked out, Ling Lingfa now had a smug look on his face.

"It's you!" The madam recognized Ling Ling Fa at a glance; he had come to the brothel and wanted to buy her a package deal.

“I received a tip from an informant that there are foreign spies here!” Ling Lingfa sneered. “Do you really think I’d be seduced by mere beauty? That’s just part of my plan. I’ll pretend to be seduced first, then dig deeper step by step…”

Everyone: "..."

Now, Linglingfa has a large following and is considered to be right no matter what he says.

"You." He pointed to the young woman in the blue dress passing by the door, "I remember you lived next to Qin Cao's room?"

"Yes, my lord."

"Hmph, take him back. I want to interrogate him myself!"

“And you!” Ling Lingfa pointed again. “With such a big chest, you must be embezzling money. You might even be helping spies pass on messages. Take you back and I’ll interrogate you personally.”

He pointed around, then raised his hand and pointed at the madam: "And you—!"

"Me—?" The madam leaned back, shrugged, and raised her trembling finger to point to the tip of her nose.

"I suspect you're working with spies from the inside!"

"Sir, do you also want to interrogate this person personally?" a soldier asked in a low voice.

"This is for you."

"what?"

"Having an elder in the family is like having a treasure."

Almost everyone at the scene who might be related to this matter was pointed out. Although Ling Ling Fa's style of doing things was exaggerated and a bit nonsensical, his behavior logic was very meticulous, and the people he picked out were basically all problematic.

He leaned closer to Tan Wenjie, a sly grin on his face: "Hehehe, and you too~"

Tan Wenjie didn't speak, he just looked at him calmly.

"All irrelevant personnel, leave immediately!"

"Sir, he..."

"What do you mean 'him'? He looks ordinary, he must have just been passing by."

"But he was carrying a bloodstained hammer."

"He's a blacksmith, it's perfectly reasonable for him to carry a hammer!" Linglingfa turned around anxiously and kicked the subordinate who had just spoken in the butt. "Are you trying to distract me by saying all that? Hey! Let me tell you, I have eyes that can see right through you. Men, arrest him!"

"Uh-huh-!"

"Hoo~ Xiu—" Ling Lingfa raised his hand to wipe his sweat, turned around and said to Tan Wenjie with a stern face, "However, you did disrupt official business. I'm giving you a verbal reprimand now. Get out of here!"

Tan Wenjie nodded and turned to leave.

Upon seeing this, the others outside said, "Sir, we were just passing by and came in for a quick fling. We were only halfway down when we asked if we could leave too."

"Of course not!" Linglingfa shook his head. "You are witnesses and bystanders, and the murderer is very likely hiding among you. No one can leave until the investigation is completed."

Everyone: "..."

The man who just carried a bloodstained hammer, and there was a corpse on the ground with its head smashed, could be just a passerby, yet we, mere bystanders, have become eyewitnesses.

"Hmm?" Linglingfa squeezed out a sound through his nose.

Clang——

The precious sword was drawn from its sheath, its cold light gleaming.

Everyone shut up.

He nodded in satisfaction.

"Qin Cao, a spy sent by a foreign country!" Ling Ling Fa shouted. "Seal off the brothel, seize all the stolen money, and take the body back. I want to investigate it thoroughly."

Linglingfa only dared to breathe a sigh of relief once they reached the bottom of the stairs.

These bumpkins have never seen a true master before. He can break into the palace as easily as going to the toilet. Why are they messing with him?

"and many more."

Ling Lingfa raised his hand and touched Qin Cao's corpse, especially the key parts, leaving the others dumbfounded.

The others, who had been personally interrogated by Ling Lingfa, were already feeling a chill run down their spines.

“A man!” He raised his head with a serious expression.

"Depend on!"

Recalling how she and the other person had been hugging and kissing so intimately, she immediately got goosebumps.

I never imagined that the mission I was given was about sacrificing myself.

Lingling jumped up and kicked the headless corpse.

"My lord, wait! My lord, please calm down!"

"The body has been kicked to pieces, sir."

"My lord truly hates evil, waaaaah~"

"Stop faking your tears, come and stop him!"

On a distant rooftop, a short figure riding a sheep and wearing a lion dance headdress tilted his head and looked at Ling Ling Fa for a while. As if he heard someone calling him, the large eyes of the lion dance headdress suddenly turned, and he jumped off the rooftop and rode away.

"Let's go, it's time to go home."

……

More than a month later, in Washington, D.C.

Tang Bohu finally won Qiu Xiang's heart through his own efforts, his sincere and handsome appearance, and his appropriate disclosure of his identity.

It even helped Washington resolve a crisis.

Madam Hua finally agreed to marry Qiu Xiang to him.

When Tang Bohu led his bride to the ceremony to pay respects to heaven and earth, he saw someone he hadn't expected.

"Brother Jie?!"

Congratulations on winning the heart of your beauty.

"And who is this?" Tang Bohu looked at the woman standing next to Tan Wenjie.

Young, beautiful, and charming.

"sister in law?"

“This is my wife, Feng Erniang.”

"The famous 'Big and Small Winds' of the martial arts world... cough cough." Tang Bohu stopped himself in time, coughing twice with his fist to his mouth. "Brother Jie, there's more good news, do you want to hear it?"

"Whose maid have you set your sights on this time?"

"It's the Weapon Ranking. My Tang Family Overlord Spear has already ranked first on the Weapon Ranking, and now many people want to learn how to use it."

"This will work?" Tan Wenjie frowned in thought.

"It's no good when the Tang Family Overlord Spear is second place, but it's completely different after it rises to first place!" Tang Bohu nodded vigorously, "Everyone will only remember the first place."

"I'd also like to compete for a spot on the weapons ranking list, what do you think?"

"Damn, today is my big day, you can't be this cruel, can you?"

"You think you can get all the good things in one marriage? Do you believe I'll have a heart-to-heart talk with Qiu Xiang later?"

"Damn it, you dare say that to my face." Tang Bohu stared at Tan Wenjie's threatening face for a while.

During the time Tan Wenjie was away, Qiu Xiang talked about him quite a lot at first, saying that she didn't care about his looks and only cared about his talent, but when she mentioned Tan Wenjie, she seemed to become less absolute.

"Do you believe me or not..."

Feng Erniang: "Ah Jie, is this Tang Bohu?"

Tang Bohu turned his face to the side, displaying his golden 45-degree angle.

"I'm."

“Before I came here, many people said you were the best of the four great talents of Jiangnan, but I didn’t believe it,” Feng Erniang said. “But after seeing you in person, I think they were absolutely right. With looks like that, you can only rely on your talent.”

Tang Bohu: "..."

Forget it, threatening me again would only humiliate me.

Madam Hua, who was busy arranging her maid's wedding, heard the commotion and came over.

It's not a big deal for a maid to marry into the Hua family, but it's different when the groom is Tang Bohu. It has to be a grand affair, which inadvertently elevates the status of the Hua family.

"what are you doing?"

"It seems that Young Master Tan wants to compete with Tang Bohu for the top spot on the weapons ranking list."

The maids, including Qiu Xiang, raised their fists to cheer on Tan Wenjie.

Tang Bohu struck a pose and said, "This is the Tang Family Overlord Spear. It is as fast as lightning and is currently ranked number one on the list of weapons in the martial arts world. Countless masters have died by this spear."

Tan Wenjie: "My hammer is called Thor's Hammer. It has a star core as the hammerhead and a branch of the World Tree as the handle. It is blessed by the divine words of the Norse god king and the Jade Emperor and can summon thunder and storms."

"Damn, Jay, you're exaggerating a bit."

The competition is for rankings on the weapons list, not a bragging contest.

"start!"

"Take this!" Tang Bohu attacked first, but his spear struck the hammer as if he had hit a giant metal mountain, making his hands go numb from the shock.

Tan Wenjie gently lifted the hammer, and Tang Bohu flew backward.

The difference in strength between the two sides was so great that they couldn't even exchange a single blow.

"Not giving me any face at all, damn it." Tang Bohu got up and dusted off his backside.

"Bohu, are you alright?" Qiuxiang ran over to help him up.

All resentment vanished in that instant, and Tang Bohu smiled: "I'm fine~"

Getting beaten up feels so good.

Just as Tang Bohu was about to give Tan Wenjie a look to express his gratitude, he turned around and saw Tan Wenjie pull out a golden stick from somewhere.

"This staff, called the Ruyi Jingu Bang, once accompanied Tang Sanzang on his journey to slay demons and subdue monsters."

"Wait!" Tang Bohu raised his hand. "I feel like I've heard this story somewhere before."

Tan Wenjie: "Awesome!" "Ah—"

"This sword is called the Vajra Sword. It was the divine weapon used by the ten-thousand-year-old snake demon when the seven Calabash Brothers bravely fought against her. It can transform into eighteen kinds of weapons and can cut iron like mud!"

"what--"

"This bow was forged by Erlang Shen and the Third Holy Mother with the power of pure love and the Lotus Lantern. It was later combined with the Pangu Bow of the Pangu Clan and can destroy stars with a single shot."

"what--"

"This……"

"what--"

"..."

"what--"

Whenever Tan Wenjie took out a weapon, everyone else in Washington would stare wide-eyed and turn to look at it. When Tan Wenjie displayed the weapon, their gazes would fly backward along with Tang Bohu's.

They moved in perfect unison, their heads bobbing back and forth, marveling at Tan Wenjie's strength on one hand and at Tang Bohu's physical toughness on the other.

It's really tough.

Tan Wenjie walked over and punched Tang Bohu, who was lying dead on the ground, twice on the head.

Feeling a bit unsatisfied, she jumped up and stomped on his face a few more times, bouncing around a few times.

"What is this?" Tang Bohu touched his body, which felt no pain at all.

Not only did the pain disappear, but all injuries and illnesses also vanished.

"A miraculous fist technique for healing injuries and diseases, you want to learn it? I'll teach you."

"I have another move, the 'Return the Beauty' Fist. I won't take advantage of you; let's just exchange what we have."

Masters always appreciate each other. When Tang Bohu first saw the so-called Healing Fist, he felt that it had a connection with him and must have been invented by a top genius.

Tan Wenjie: "Remember to draw those weapon descriptions into comic books for me."

"Me, Tang Bohu, and you want me to draw comic books? Cough cough, but then again, I draw entirely based on my own interest, and I just happen to be itching to draw lately."

"The auspicious time has arrived; it's time for the wedding ceremony!" a shout came from afar.

Tang Bohu stood on tiptoe, waved, and shouted, "Coming! Coming right away!"

He grabbed Qiu Xiang from the side: "Let's go, time for the wedding ceremony."

Two people get married, while a group of people are heartbroken and drown their sorrows in alcohol.

"Why are they crying so hard?" Feng Erniang, sitting next to Tan Wenjie, asked in a low voice.

"Because Tang Bohu married Qiu Xiang," Tan Wenjie explained. "More than half of the servants in the Hua family liked Qiu Xiang."

The Washington Succubus truly deserves the title.

"Why is that woman crying too? Is it because Tang Bohu didn't marry one of them, and that's why she's so sad?"

"No, they were crying tears of joy. Qiu Xiang was finally married off."

"..."

Feng Erniang looked at Qiu Xiang, then at the other three Xiang, Chun Xia Dong, and found it somewhat difficult to understand.

Tan Wenjie became the one being toasted.

"A group of bandits has recently appeared, committing all sorts of heinous crimes." The martial arts champion patted his chest. "They wouldn't dare come here, otherwise I would have dealt with those bastards all by myself!"

While speaking, the martial arts champion was secretly glancing at Sister Pomegranate.

Today's boasting is for his goddess; in his eyes, Qiu Xiang is not worthy of being compared to Sister Pomegranate.

However, Sister Pomegranate's gaze remained fixed on a sleazy-looking guy with big eyes, whose name seemed to be Zhu Zhishan, which made him very unhappy.

"Boy, why are you staring so wide-eyed?" The martial arts champion slammed his hand on the table and pointed at Zhu Zhishan.

“I’ve always had big eyes, buddy.” Zhu Zhishan found it baffling. “Besides, I wasn’t looking at you.”

"It's because you're not looking at me!" The martial arts champion rushed forward in one stride.

There was chaos in the distance, and noise nearby.

Tan Wenjie picked up his glass and took a sip of wine: "It's so lively."

Feng Erniang, who was standing nearby, immediately poured him some wine and nodded in agreement with him.

He picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

"Yes, it's very lively."

……

The water town is bathed in clear blue skies.

The peddler passed by carrying his load, and the child was already waiting at the door, eagerly anticipating his arrival.

"What do you want?" The peddler seemed to know the other party was waiting for him, and squatted down to put down his carrying pole. "Where are your parents?"

"They're drying clothes inside." The child peeked inside a few times.

A rattle drum, a cloth lion, comic books, a jar of maltose—all sorts of things made him dizzy.

"how much is it?"

"We have to wait for the adults to come," the peddler shook his head. "I don't do business with children."

Do you have any comic books about Ximen Chuixue?

"No, they don't sell well." The peddler bent down and rummaged through his basket for a while before pulling out a book. "Have you read 'The Legend of Master Tan's Demon-Slaying Stories'?"

The child's attention was instantly drawn to it.

Those comic books were simply drawn with black ink and the work was rough, but this comic book was drawn very delicately, just like the New Year pictures at home, and it even had color.

What is it about?

"It is said that in a certain year, there was a wealthy young master named Tan Wenjie who one day encountered the Antarctic Immortal and became his apprentice..."

Halfway through the story, a large group of children had unknowingly gathered around the peddler.

Some stood, some squatted, all listening to him tell stories from the comic books.

Even those who couldn't understand the text or only heard the latter half, could still imagine incredibly exciting fight scenes by craning their necks to read the comic book.

"Alright, I should go now." The peddler closed the comic book.

Do you sell your comic books?

"Not for sale, but for free."

The children exclaimed in surprise, "Huh?"

Tell a story, then give the child a picture book, and you can make money—it's practically a risk-free business.

After the children excitedly left with their comic books, the peddler picked up his load again and headed to the next place to continue delivering comic books.

After telling the story for so long, my throat is still a little dry.

"Uncle, do you still have any comic books?" A little boy with patched clothes stood in the distance, too embarrassed to come over.

The peddler had noticed him before, and figured it was because his family was too poor and he felt inferior, so he didn't dare to play with the other children.

"Have!"

"Thank you, uncle!" The boy took the comic book and then took out a water bottle. "These are pears I picked while herding cattle on the mountain."

The peddler took the pear, took a bite, and then shook his head: "I don't understand what use it is for those rich gentlemen to draw comic books for children for free."

The little boy thanked him again, then walked away with the book in his arms.

When he got home, he buried himself in comic books, watching the gods and monsters fight each other, his big black eyes filled with admiration.

"Stone!"

"Hey, here we come!"

The little boy stuffed the comic book under the bed, got up, and ran outside.

The little boy, Shitou, didn't return until after dinner. He pulled the comic book out from under his pillow. Since the family couldn't afford to turn on the lights at night, he could only read by the moonlight.

Even after he drifted off to sleep, his dreams were filled with stories of Master Tan subduing demons, teaching him magic, and defeating villains.

Suddenly, screams erupted outside, and flames shot into the sky.

Shi Tou got up and heard the sound of horses' hooves approaching from afar.

The bandit, carrying a saber, stepped across the flames, holding a man coughing up blood in his hand.

"father?!"

"Stone, run!"

"Father! Mother!"

The stone trembled with fear.

"Oh, there's another one?" The robber glanced at the stone, abandoned Stone's father, and slowly walked towards Stone.

He grabbed the stone's head with one hand, as if it were a small watermelon, and easily lifted it up with one hand.

With tears welling in his eyes, Stone suddenly raised his hand and pointed the comic book at the robber.

"A comic book?" The robber threw aside the stone, kicked him in the stomach, sending him tumbling to the ground, and then bent down to pick up the comic book.

"What is this? It's actually quite well drawn, but there's not a single word on it."

Someone immediately grabbed it and said, "It's perfect for you to read, you can't even read."

"Hahahaha!" The other bandits laughed loudly.

The boy, Shi Tou, lay on the ground, tears streaming down his face, muttering to himself, "Master Tan, his body is like black iron..."

"What did you say?" The robber bent down, leaning closer to try and hear what the stone was muttering.

"Master Tan, his body is like black iron, he can seize thunder and lightning, and subdue demons and monsters..."

"Hahaha, this kid's gotten all confused by those comic books." The robber laughed loudly. "What kind of bullshit Master Tan is he? I'm not a fan..."

"Crack——!"

A bolt of lightning struck down from the sky, hitting the robber squarely on the head.

A human-shaped piece of charred remains on the spot.

The other robbers, who were laughing heartily, also froze.

In that comic book, a golden figure with three heads and six arms actually appeared.

"Master Tan!" Stone exclaimed in surprise, completely oblivious to the pain in his body.

The blurry three-headed, six-armed general, wielding a golden cudgel, with "human" and "mountain" flags on his back, and stepping in the Seven Stars style, pointing his sword upwards, was like a general on a stage who could fight and jump, walking step by step toward the bandits.

With a sweep of his golden cudgel, corpses littered the field in an instant, and all the bandits were wiped out.

Having completed its mission, the three-headed, six-armed god vanished into the comic book, transforming into the fierce deity on the book cover, resembling a door god in a New Year's painting.

Shi Tou quickly hugged the comic book to his chest, his gaze becoming increasingly determined.

At the same time, a special ray of light emanated from the top of his head and entered the comic book.

The divine general in the painting had an even brighter and more resolute gaze. (End of Chapter)