The Legend of the Condor Heroes: I became one of the Five Great Masters by drawing cards

Chapter 205 Going to Jiangnan Again
This was the first time in eighteen years that Cui Baiquan told this past event to anyone other than Ke Baisui.

From the ruthless rich man Cai Qingtu in Nanyang City, to the man whose family of more than 30 people he killed, to the middle-aged couple he met in the study.

The two of them ignored him and just chatted about some strange words like "turtle sister", "King Wu", and "sister".

When everyone heard what he said, they were all confused, but Mu Nianci and Duan Yu both looked at Gu Ping'an.

In fact, what both of them were talking about were the directions in the "Book of Changes". In fact, they were discussing the footwork in "Lingbo Weibu", but what they learned was incomplete and the order was slightly wrong.

"The man simply grabbed an abacus from the desk and, without knowing how to exert force, three abacus beads flew out."

Cui Baiquan continued to tell the story, and when he talked about this experience again, he unconsciously showed a look of horror.

"I couldn't even see clearly before I felt a sharp pain in my chest and couldn't move anymore."

As he spoke, he unbuttoned his clothes. Everyone looked at him, and they were both amused and confused.

It turned out that the three abacus beads were still embedded in his body. Coincidentally, the two on the left and right replaced two points on his chest, and the other one was right in the middle.

The three beads were connected in a line, with the height and spacing exactly the same, just like they were measured with a ruler.

Duan Zhengming's expression froze. With his current proficiency in One Finger Zen, even if he did it on purpose, he might not be able to be so accurate every time, let alone just shaking the abacus.

Duan Yu asked curiously, "Mr. Huo Cui, wouldn't it be very uncomfortable to keep these abacus beads on you?"

"Why wouldn't I want to take this thing down, too?"

Cui Baiquan put his clothes in order with a bitter face and talked about the suffering he had endured over the years.

It turned out that the bead fell on a vital acupoint on the body, and was embedded so tightly that no matter what means he used, the slightest force would activate the acupoint and cause him to faint immediately. It would take at least two hours to recover.

As time went by, the beads became connected to his flesh and blood. Whenever it was cloudy or rainy, he would feel excruciating pain in those three places, which was really unbearable for him.

"That man said that if we met again, he would kill me. So I had no choice but to flee far away and sneak into the residence of Prince Zhennan."

He often drank alcohol in recent years, but it was not because he wanted to, but just to relieve the pain.

"After eighteen years of living like this, all my ambitions and thoughts of continuing the family line have been thrown out the window."

Dali's climate is humid and rainy, which is not suitable for his injuries, but it is far away from the Central Plains, and he might be able to seek refuge with the Duan family. After weighing the pros and cons, he came here to avoid disaster.

Duan Zhengming nodded and said, "Mr. Cui is best at using abacus beads to hit people. That person used his most proud skill to hurt him. I think it was Murong Bo without a doubt."

Cui Baiquan continued, "I did offend him back then, but my senior brother has always been kind to others. How could he have offended this evil star?"

Before anyone could guess, he suddenly seemed to remember something and slapped himself hard in the face.

"My senior brother's death was most likely caused by me. Murong Bo couldn't find me, a coward, so he went to ask him."

The more he spoke, the sadder he became, and tears streamed down his face, choking with sobs.

"Brother, you are a man of integrity. I'm afraid you would rather die than reveal my whereabouts. Brother Ke, I have harmed you!"

When everyone heard his sorrowful cries, they couldn't help but feel deeply moved. The disdain in the hearts of the two monks Huizhen and Huiguan gradually disappeared.

Murong Bo is so powerful that just hearing about his deeds makes people feel afraid. If the two of them experienced it themselves, they might not be much stronger than him.

Cui Baiquan cried for a while, and then his voice gradually stopped. He raised his sleeve to wipe the tears from his face and patted Guo Yanzhi's shoulder heavily.

"Good nephew! I have killed my senior brother. I am sorry to you and your master. Let's go to Gusu now to avenge him!" His change was sudden. Before, he was afraid of Murong Bo like the plague, but when he talked about avenging his senior brother, he seemed like a different person. Although he knew he was going to die, he was not afraid at all.

Gu Pingan suddenly spoke.

"Mr. Cui's willingness to sacrifice his own life for his brother's revenge is truly admirable. I, Gu, am willing to go to Gusu with you to lend a hand."

On the system screen, his reputation value jumped slightly. It was obvious that his outspoken help earned the admiration of everyone present.

But the picture was so small that not even a prompt popped up.

Cui Baiquan was in the palace, so he had naturally heard that the couple had eliminated two of the four evil men. Seeing that he was willing to help, he was overjoyed.

Duan Zhengming seemed a little worried, but Gu Ping'an was not his own nephew after all, so it was difficult for him to dissuade him.

But he didn't know what Gu Ping'an was thinking.

Murong Bo had already "passed away" by this time, so the trip to Gusu was not dangerous. When they arrived in Jiangnan, the Beggar Gang's Xingzilin Conference was approaching, which was another large amount of fame points they would earn.

On the other hand, in Dali, the Tibetan state teacher Jiumozhi will soon go to Tianlong Temple to snatch the Six Meridians Divine Sword. With the current strength of Gu Ping'an and the others, it is still difficult for them to deal with it for the time being.

Putting aside the question of whether it is dangerous or not, if you stay you will probably just be a spectator, unable to help and unlikely to gain anything.

Now Gu Ping'an's martial arts skills are more than enough, he just lacks internal strength, so there is no need to go into unnecessary trouble to satisfy his collecting habit.

Duan Yu has already learned the Lingbo Weibu and has the complete Beiming Divine Art. Although he lacks the internal energy that he absorbed by accident, with his good fortune, it is difficult for him to die.

As for whether the Six Meridians Divine Sword can be preserved this time, it is beyond the control of Gu Ping'an and the others.

Everyone rested in the palace that night, and set off eastward towards Gusu Yanziwu the next day.

All the way out of Dali, Qianzhong, and then through Jingxiang and Jiujiang, the roadside accents became softer, and there were Yangchun noodle stalls on the roadside. We had arrived in the Suzhou and Hangzhou area.

Now it is March, the time of spring. After the rain, the river is green, and all visitors are delighted. Peach blossoms stretch ten miles, and the spring breeze sways across the river.

The last time Gu Ping'an and Mu Nianci traveled together to Jiangnan was when they first fell in love, but the next time they revisited the old place was a hundred years ago.

Only the two of them understood the feeling.

It is not known whether Duan Yu could learn the Six Meridians Divine Sword by chance. In any case, he made his way to the outside of Gusu City, but still did not meet Jiumozhi who came to kidnap him.

The four of them rested in the city for a night to recuperate before setting off and heading straight for Yanziwu, thirty miles west of the city.

"Young Master Gu, Miss Mu, I, Cui, am deeply grateful for your generosity."

When they reached the lake, Cui Baiquan suddenly stopped and said solemnly.

"If we run into that old villain Murong Bo later, and if we're no match for him, you two can just leave. We, the uncle and nephew, can die, but we can't let you two be buried with us!"

Although he has been working as an accountant for more than ten years, he still behaves in the same way as before. Although his words are a bit rough, they are spoken with good intentions.

Guo Yanzhi also echoed repeatedly. Gu Ping'an knew that there was no danger today, so he agreed without hesitation.

As they were talking, a small boat came floating on the lake. On the boat was a slim young girl in a green shirt, speaking in a soft Wu dialect and humming a little tune.

(End of this chapter)