Loan Wusheng

Chapter 16: A man cannot become rich without unexpected wealth, and a horse cannot grow fat without night grass!
The night was as dark as ink and the wind suddenly rose.

The shadows of the trees are swaying and the moonlight is hidden.

In the silence, Zheng Jun moved lightly, and the chill was pressing.

After Zheng Jun came out of Zhao Er's house, he went straight to Zhao Da's mansion.

Zhao Da is different from Zhao Er. Zhao Da has martial arts skills and is a warrior who has refined blood. He practices the Dog Subduing Skill, which is a bit tricky.

but……

Zheng Jun's eyes were cold and murderous.

After killing two people in one night, Zheng Jun's momentum has already risen steadily. Taking advantage of this momentum, he killed them with one blow!

Do it all at once, second time tired, third time exhausted.

This is truly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity as the Treading Wave Sword is coming.

If we miss tonight, it will not be so easy to kill a squad leader without being suspected!

Zheng Jun came to the periphery of the courtyard, held his breath, calmed down, tried to reduce the number of times he breathed in and out as much as possible, and quietly sneaked into Zhao's mansion.

He even used the standing meditation technique to make himself like a hawk, hiding his whereabouts before locking onto his prey.

After his breath subsided, Zheng Jun lay on the wall, quietly waiting for his opportunity.

What you need to do is wait, avoid fighting, and when the enemy relaxes his guard, kill him with one blow!
Perhaps I can wait until he falls asleep and then take action quickly and efficiently.

Thinking of this, Zheng Jun did not move and continued to wait by the outer wall of the house.

Zhao Da was the only one in his room. Although he had two mistresses, they would never stay in his room if they were happy.

Inside the house, Zhao Da was counting the account books, thinking in his mind.

"I made another thirteen taels of silver this month. Tsk... Those two guys from the Sun family have no money, so they used their land to pay off their debts. I can sell it later and make a few taels of silver."

"The monthly tributes from porters and porters have arrived. We can squeeze some more money out of these cheap mud-legged bastards..."

"Lou Wei is going to give him another fifty taels. How hateful! That old man wants to curry favor with the Cai family, but he's unwilling to pay! Humph, when I get in touch with the Cai family, I'll see how I can kill you, old man, so that I can also be a Dianshi!"

"..."

Zhao Da was calculating his monthly income and expenditure in his mind.

Relying on his position as the leader of the Zhuang class, he lived a comfortable life in Heishan County.

Although not as much as those big shots, he still earns nearly twenty taels every month.

With this money, Zhao Da could improve his martial arts and make friends with blood-refining warriors in the county.

If you want to gain a foothold in Heishan County, both your martial arts skills and personal connections are indispensable!

However, Zhao Da is already thirty-six years old now. As the progress of blood refining has become difficult, he has gradually given up the idea of accumulating energy. He practices martial arts every day just to ensure that his energy and blood are not lost.

It is estimated that I will not be able to make any progress in this lifetime, as my whole life has been spent on refining blood and tempering the body.

That younger brother is also useless, his talent in martial arts is terrible.

"My parents asked me to take good care of my brother when they left. This...sigh."

After Zhao Da sighed, he locked up the account books and prepared to go to sleep.

There will be big moves tomorrow.

He asked Lou Wei and his chief disciple to kill the five constables who patrolled the workshop that day tonight.

I'm afraid he has succeeded now?

I have to get up early tomorrow, and I can't be so listless.

Soon, Zhao Da covered himself with a silk quilt, relaxed in a daze, and prepared to fall asleep.

But just as he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly felt a murderous aura coming towards him. He was immediately shocked and opened his eyes sharply, shouting angrily: "Who?!"

The moment he opened his eyes, Zhao Dabian subconsciously reached out to touch the pillow.

Seeing this, Zheng Jun, who had sneaked in, swung his knife and chopped without any hesitation!

Zhao Da only felt a pain in his chest. When he looked carefully, he saw that it was a broad-backed sword that was chopping straight at his chest!
"Who are you?!"

The night was dark and quiet, and you couldn't see your hand in front of you.

Zhao Daqiang endured the pain in his chest and cried out in a low voice. Then he raised his hand and stabbed Zheng Jun with the dagger that he had kept beside his pillow.

But the distance was too short and Zheng Jun couldn't be stabbed at all.

When Zheng Jun wanted to draw his sword, he saw that Zhao Da also realized that the dagger was useless. He tightened his muscles in both hands and grabbed the blade tightly, fixing it in front of his chest to prevent Zheng Jun from pulling it out.

Blood gushed out from his chest, soaking the silk quilt and seeping onto the kang.

Zhao Da stared at Zheng Jun with his eyes fixed, sweat on his forehead.

A broadsword?

The wave-stepping sword technique?
Lou Wei, is Lou Wei going to kill me? !

why? !

Zhao Da tightly grasped the blade of the broad-backed sword, roaring in his heart.

After seeing that he couldn't pull the broadsword, Zheng Jun didn't hesitate, and turned over and rode in front of Zhao Da, punching him! One punch, two punches, three punches!
One punch after another, coming hard.

Zheng Jun didn't learn any boxing techniques, but after all, he had the ability to refine his blood and temper his body, so every punch he threw was powerful!

As Zheng Jun threw a punch, blood splattered all over Zhao Da's face. He screamed and loosened his hands that were holding the broad-backed sword, trying to stop Zheng Jun.

When Zheng Jun saw that Zhao Da had loosened his grip, he had no time to use his broad-backed broadsword, so he directly drew out his own broken sword. In the dark, he couldn't see clearly, but instinctively chopped at Zhao Da again!

"puff!"

The broken knife pierced into the flesh, and Zheng Jun didn't know where he had hit Zhao Da, but from the sound of bleeding, he must have been hit, and definitely above the chest.

Zhao Da was stabbed so many times that even if Zheng Jun died at this moment, he would definitely not survive.

Under the light of swords and moonlight, Zhao Da suddenly saw the face of the attacker.

Zheng Jun?

Zheng Jun!

It turned out to be, Zheng Jun!!!

Zhao Da never dreamed that the person who came to kill him today was Zheng Jun.

"you……"

Zheng Jun had just slashed Zhao Da's neck with a knife, and blood was gushing out of his trachea.

Zhao Da knew that he was going to die, so he simply let go of his hand and used up the last bit of his strength to speak haltingly: "Zheng, Zheng Sanlang... I'll find that... Lou Wei and Liang Fan to kill you..."

"If you come to kill me, I will admit it..."

"I only ask you to let go, let go of my Erlang... all the money is here..."

"In the cabinet, there is a layer under the account book..."

“Please… please…”

As he said this, he choked on blood.

The blood was flowing so fast that bubbles were even forming.

Soon, Zhao Da was silent.

Blood-refining warriors are still just mortals.

Seeing that Zhao Da was silent, Zheng Jun looked at the knife marks on his neck and frowned.

Then, Zheng Jun pulled the broad-backed sword out from Zhao Da's chest, used the "Wave-Tading Sword" and chopped at Zhao Da fiercely.

After three or four hits, the quilt and Zhao Da were chopped off together like meat.

Looking at Zhao Da who had been chopped into three pieces, Zheng Jun finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After the operation, Zheng Jun realized that his hands were weak and his arms were shaking slightly, so he sat down on a place beside the bed that was not stained with blood.

"You are a good elder brother. Before you died, you asked me to let Zhao Er go..."

Zheng Jun looked at Zhao Da's body and thought silently: "It's just that Zhao Er died before you."

"You can consider this money as your posthumous money. I will personally take care of your funeral tomorrow and find a straw mat to wrap you up and throw you in the mass grave."

"You and I, the grudges have been settled!"

Thinking of this, Zheng took a deep breath, stood up, and ran towards the box where Zhao Dafang’s account book was.

Zheng Jun broke the lock of the box and took out all the account books. He found a layer in the box and broke it open easily. He then saw a porcelain bottle, three silver bills and two gold beans.

In addition, there are piles of IOUs.

Zheng Jun picked up one at random. The content on it was roughly about a family surnamed Sun in Bailufang who owed five cents of silver.

And according to the above interest rate, you should pay more than five taels now.

“It’s increased tenfold.”

Zheng Jun sighed softly, looked around, found the candle, lit it with a fire stick, and then burned the IOUs.

As for the silver notes.

Since it is anonymous, each ticket costs ten taels.

Zheng Jun didn't know how much the two golden beans cost.

But gold has always been a valuable hard currency.

There is a brown-red pill in the porcelain bottle. It smells like medicine, but I don't know what it is used for.

However, it must be worth a lot since it is hidden here.

After counting the spoils, Zheng Jun couldn't help but sigh.

It is really true that 'a man cannot become rich without unexpected wealth, and a horse cannot grow fat without night grass'!

After putting away the silver bills and gold beans, Zheng Jun looked back and made sure that nothing was left behind. Then he picked up his knife and left, rushing towards his residence.

Next, chop off the head of the man in his house.

Take this head and go to the government office to report it!
(End of this chapter)