The First Marquis of Daxuan

Chapter 86 The Third Identity (Please subscribe, please collect, please vote for the monthly ticket and recommend the ticket)

For several days, Su Mu didn't even go home once.

He rushed around during the day to deal with various disputes in South City, and continued to patrol and keep watch at night. He was like a tireless working machine.

Wang Guan tried to talk to him several times, but he refused on the grounds that he was busy with official duties.

Xiang Xiaoyuan came to Nanchengsi several times to look for him, but didn't even see his shadow.

After a few days, Su Mu, in his spare time from official duties, finally found out the whereabouts of the person Yang Jin mentioned.

The sky was overcast that day and the moon was not visible.

The pitch-black night enveloped the entire South City, and the streets were empty.

Apart from the faint sound of the night watchman's drum, there was almost no other sound.

Su Mu lay on the roof, his entire figure almost blending into the darkness.

While staring at a courtyard in front of him, he called up the system panel.

[Name: Su Mu]

[Identity: Head of the Police/Taiping Division White-robed (Ninth Rank)]

[Points: 710 points]

[Realm: The third realm of body tempering (skin tempering extreme realm, flesh tempering extreme realm)]

[Kung Fu: Tianlong Eight Sounds Muscle Tempering Method (Beginner/+)...]

[Martial Arts: Cloud and Rain Sword Skills (Perfect), Fubo Sword Skills (Perfect), Pofeng Sword Skills (Perfect), Archery (Beginner/+)]

After midnight, the points on the system panel finally exceeded six hundred points.

Seeing the candlelight in the courtyard ahead go out, Su Mu knew that the other party would not come out for an hour.

He thought about it and clicked on the "+" behind the Tianlong Eight Sounds Tendon Tempering Method.

A burning and numb feeling instantly spread throughout the body, and the tendons all over the body seemed to be burned by fire, and the impurities inside were constantly being refined out.

To temper the tendons, from entry level to minor accomplishment, ordinary warriors need to spend several years of hard work and countless amounts of money to achieve it.

But on the system panel, he just tapped it lightly.

However, these points were all obtained by Su Mu in Volume 996, so he has a clear conscience.

"I have made some progress in Tempering the Tendons, and the benefits of Tempering the Skin and Flesh are gradually showing. I am afraid that my current strength is stronger than the average Perfect Tempering Tendons."

Su Mu felt the changes in his body and a thoughtful look appeared on his face.

“This is the ultimate realm.”

He was full of confidence.

“Ding Zhidou is the captain of the city defense army. He has reached the fourth level of body tempering and a small success in bone tempering. He is a whole level higher than me. However, the first two levels of body tempering are both extreme levels, and the tendon tempering method I practiced is the most advanced Tianlong Eight Sounds Tendon Tempering Method.

In terms of strength, he may not be stronger than me.

As for skills, I have mastered two levels of knife skills and one level of sword skills. Compared with me, he is not worthy!"

Su Mu thought in his heart.

The Body Tempering Method focuses on "tempering". Unless one has no aptitude for cultivation, as long as the resources are sufficient, the Body Tempering realm can be reached by using time and resources.

But martial arts skills are different. They focus on "practice" and "understanding". Understanding is something mysterious. If you have it, you have it. If you don't have it, you don't have it.

If you can't figure it out, it's useless even if you are a royal relative.

Luo Anning's background is high enough, he has practiced the Bone Tempering Magic Fighting to perfection, and now he has just touched the threshold of the second level.

Ding Zhidou is over thirty years old and has only achieved a small success in bone tempering. The best he can do is to master the first level of power.

It is possible that he has not even mastered the first level of potential.

"So, even if it's a head-on fight, I have a 50% chance of winning. If I use a sneak attack, the chance of winning can be increased to 80%."

Su Mu came to a conclusion in his mind.

He has always been cautious and always makes plans before taking action. Even though he has been following Ding Zhidou, he would not act rashly unless he is 80% sure.

Su Mu lay on the roof like a hunting cheetah, motionless.

More than half an hour later, the extinguished candle in the room below was lit again, and then there was the sound of someone putting on clothes.

A hint of contempt flashed in Su Mu's eyes.

This Ding Zhidou is really a piece of shit.

Lust is a man's nature, you can go to a brothel to solve it.

I have never seen anyone attacking the wife of his subordinate.

After learning Ding Zhidou's name from Yang Jin, Su Mu naturally investigated it.

It would have been fine if he hadn't investigated, but once he did, Su Mu was greatly surprised.

Ding Zhidou is the captain of the city defense army. His official position is not high, but he is in charge of dozens of soldiers.

Originally Yang Jin was under his charge.

Ding Zhidou has a special hobby, just like Cao Aman, but he is more shameless than Cao Aman and only attacks his subordinates.

He would often send his men away, then go to other people's homes and use threats and inducements to sleep with their wives.

Yang Jin had a captain in the army who was already married. His wife could not bear the humiliation after being raped by Ding Zhidou and hanged herself.

The captain went to seek revenge on Ding Zhidou in anger, but was beaten to death by Ding Zhidou.

Yang Jin and others were also expelled from the city defense army.

Yang Jin and his comrades were lurking in South City, always looking for an opportunity to kill Ding Zhidou for revenge.

It’s a pity that Ding Zhidou is so powerful that they can’t find any opportunity.

Until Yang Jin met Su Mu.

"Scumbag!"

Looking at Ding Zhi walking out of the room with a triumphant look on his face, adjusting his belt with both hands, Su Mu couldn't help but spit.

The owner of this yard is also a soldier, and he should have been sent out by Ding Zhidou at this moment.

Ding Zhidou was in his thirties, short and stocky, with a face full of flesh and a palm-sized birthmark on his forehead, which made him look particularly ugly.

He whistled as he walked down the alley.

The outer city was in chaos, with gang fights often occurring at night, but he was powerful and not afraid at all.

He searched his mind for the family situations of his soldiers, wondering whose home to visit tomorrow.

At his age now, with his minor bone-tempering skills, he has a bright future in the military. What's wrong with sleeping with a few women?
Even if the general knew about it, he wouldn't do anything to him.

You bastards, how dare you disobey me? It’s your honor if I sleep with your wives!

He thought proudly that the woman was really wet just now and he could sleep with her a few more times later.

"Ding Zhidou!"

At this moment, someone suddenly called his name from behind.

"Who called me?"

Ding Zhidou looked back subconsciously.

puff!
A touch of white ash blew towards me.

Ding Zhidou was caught off guard and white ash suddenly splashed into his eyes.

He just felt a burning pain in his eyes.

Before he could scream, he heard the sound of breaking wind.

Although his character was not good, his strength was well-honed. Just by listening to the sound, he knew it was the sword cutting through the air.

"not good!"

Ding Zhidou endured the pain in his eyes, drew the sword from his waist, listened to the sound and identified the position, and chopped out.

While slashing, he retreated quickly.

As long as he could hold out for a few moves, he would have a chance to wipe the lime off his eyes.

As long as he sees who the other person is, Ding Zhidou swears that he will pull out the other person's tendons and bones and cut him into pieces!

As for whether he can last a few moves, Ding Zhidou is full of confidence.

He is a lowly scum who only knows how to use lime powder to attack by surprise. I am a strong man who has reached the fourth level of body tempering and has cultivated martial arts to great perfection. In the whole South City, no one can be my opponent!

Ding!
It's too late, but it's soon.

The swords collided, making a crisp sound of metallic collision.

A surging force came, and the sword in his hand almost slipped out.

Ding Zhidou cried out inwardly, "Oh no!"

He originally thought that since the other party used such a despicable method as lime powder, his own strength must not be that good.

But when they fought, he immediately realized that the opponent's strength was not inferior to his own, and was even stronger!
This is going to be trouble!

"Wait a minute, my dear man, listen to me--" Ding Zhidou just wanted to beg for mercy, but before he could finish his words, he suddenly felt an invisible wind blowing past.

What he didn't see was that a long steel sword came in with the wind and penetrated into the gap in his swordsmanship.

puff!
The tip of the sword pierced Ding Zhidou's throat, blocking his begging for mercy.

Su Mu thrust the sword in his hand inward and outward, then raised his foot and kicked Ding Zhidou away.

After landing, Ding Zhidou rolled over several times, blood gushing out of his throat. He grabbed twice in vain, and then gradually became motionless.

Su Mu quickly touched Ding Zhidou's body, then quickly disappeared into the night.

The whole process lasted only a few breaths and didn't even make much noise.

By the time the night patrol detectives discovered the body, Su Mu had already been gone for a long time.

…………

"With the same power, there is a world of difference between mastering the power and not mastering the power."

When he returned home, Su Mu felt calm.

Killing a scumbag is no different than stepping on an ant.

This Ding Zhidou is weaker than he thought.

Even without the lime powder sneak attack, Su Mu was confident that he could kill him quickly.

The reason is that the two men are almost the same in strength, but there is a huge gap in their martial arts skills.

A warrior who has mastered the momentum can be regarded as a dimensionality reduction attack when he is at a low level of martial arts.

It’s not that Ding Zhidou is too weak, but that he is too strong.

With his current strength, if he could fully display it, he would have a place even in the inner city.

"I don't know if I or Luo An Ning are stronger if I use all my strength now."

Su Mu said to himself.

Then he shook his head.

Someone like Ding Zhidou is not even considered a second-rate expert in the inner city.

Luo An Ning has completed bone tempering and has also mastered the sword skills. I am definitely not her opponent now.

Not to mention Luo An Ning, there are probably many young people in the inner city who are stronger than him.

Unless he could cultivate to the Bone Tempering Stage of the fourth stage of Body Tempering, or master the state of mind, he would not be able to compete with those geniuses.

Su Mu drove away the messy thoughts in his mind and couldn't help laughing.

He had thought too much, so he gathered his thoughts and called out the system panel.

[Name: Su Mu]

[Identity: Ghostwriter/Captain of the Police/White-robed Taiping Division (Ninth Rank)]

[Points: 210 points]

[Realm: The third realm of body tempering (skin tempering extreme realm, flesh tempering extreme realm)]

[Kung Fu: Tianlong Eight Sounds Tendon Tempering Method (Minor Success)...]

[Martial Arts: Cloud and Rain Sword Skills (Perfect), Fubo Sword Skills (Perfect), Pofeng Sword Skills (Perfect), Archery (Beginner/+)]

Seeing the contents on the system panel, Su Mu couldn't help but smile.

identity!

The third identity finally appeared!

The three words "ghostwriter" on the system panel are different from the other words, gray and dull.

When Su Mu focused his attention on it, a piece of information automatically emerged in his mind, and he suddenly understood.

If the head of the police and the white-robed officers of the Taiping Division are formal professions, then the ghostwriter is equivalent to a part-time job.

Of course part-time workers don’t have five insurances and one fund... No, it’s basic salary.

The identity of a ghostwriter does not have basic performance points, but each time a ghostwriter task is completed, a certain number of points will be obtained based on the difficulty of the task.

For example, this time, he got a hundred points.

Unlike the head constable and the white-clothed officer of the Taiping Division, those two professions can still get dozens of basic points even if they slack off every day.

The identity of a ghostwriter does not have any basic points. If he does not have any ghostwriter tasks tomorrow, he will not earn any points.

After figuring out this rule, Su Mu felt a little regretful.

I thought it was an extra source of points, but I didn’t expect it to be a one-time transaction.

"It's better to have it than nothing. I'll take on ghostwriter tasks every now and then and just treat it as making extra money."

Su Mu sighed and said to himself.

Thinking of the ease with which he had just killed Ding Zhidou with the Broken Wind Sword Force, Su Mu had a deeper understanding of the power of "momentum".

"The momentum is already so powerful, what about the artistic conception above the momentum?"

Su Mu's heart was filled with anticipation, "I must master the artistic conception as soon as possible!"

Thinking of this, all his sleepiness disappeared and he took out the collection of secret books from the box under the bed.

He chose a book called "Bi Bo Sword Technique" and started to study it while practicing with the Autumn Water Sword in his hand.

…………

After daybreak, Su Mu put on his police uniform, had breakfast at a street stall, and walked all the way to the Nanchengsi Yamen.

"Captain Su, something happened!"

Zheng Wang hurried over to report, "A deputy commander of the city defense army was murdered in the south city last night. The city defense army has come to our door. Lord Sima is angry. He asked us to arrest the murderer as soon as possible!"

"The commander of the city defense army is not in the inner city. What is he doing in the south city?"

Su Mu said calmly.

"How could I know that?"

Zheng Wang smiled bitterly and said, "Give us a rule, what should we do?"

"Check it. Check it however you need to."

Su Mu said calmly, "I'll go see Sima. Our Nancheng Division has its own procedures for investigating cases, and the city defense army has no right to interfere."

…………

Nancheng, suburbs.

Yang Jin, a man with gray hair, and several men in their prime were squatting in front of a grave and burning paper.

"Captain, Ding Zhidou has committed many evil deeds. You can rest in peace now."

Even the toughest men couldn't help but shed tears at this moment.

"Old Yang, do you know who did this?"

After a long time, a man couldn't help but ask.

"Knife catcher."

Yang Jin said.

The man wanted to ask more, but another man interrupted him and said, "It doesn't matter who it is. What matters is that Ding Zhidou is really dead. Brothers can finally breathe a sigh of relief."

"Right."

The man thought for a moment and nodded, "It's a pity that I can never go back to the barracks."

"Everyone is doing well now."

Yang Jin kowtowed in front of the grave, then stood up, brushed the dust off his knees, and put a bundle on his back.

"Brothers, let's say goodbye now."

He bowed to the other men and spoke seriously.

"Old Yang, do you really want to go back to your hometown to farm? If you stay in Wuling City, you will have us to feed you, so you won't starve!"

Everyone said.

"My foundation has been destroyed, and I don't have many years left to live. Returning to my hometown to live a few years of stable life has always been my expectation. There is no need to persuade me. If we are destined, we will meet again."

Yang Jin said casually.

Everyone was silent. They all knew that after this separation, they might never see each other again in this life.

"Old Yang, please ask the ghostwriter to do it. How much money did you spend? We can split it equally."

A man shouted that he wanted to find an excuse to give Yang Jin some money so that he could return to his hometown and become a rich man.

"One or two."

Yang Jin turned his back to the crowd, raised a finger, and sang a country tune as he walked, his voice light and fading away.

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