New and dark light years

Chapter 167 The Monk Admits Defeat
Xiao Chunzhu stood on high ground, observing every move in the county town.

A day has passed, but he still hasn't caught a glimpse of the murderer.

He knew it was only a matter of time; at most, he would be able to force the other party to reveal themselves by tomorrow.

As someone who had been involved in the martial arts world, he knew all too well where his "kindred spirits" would hide and how they would evade the government's investigation.

He is very excited right now.

When he left the Lingxiao Sect, he was actually very unhappy. He didn't like running around. This world was too dangerous. Wasn't it better to stay in the sect?
Seventh Junior Brother... the inner junior brother of the Lingxiao Sect.

In just six months since joining the sect, he has already gained the approval of his master and sect leader.

Furthermore, he could tell that the sect leader intended to groom his seventh junior brother to be the next sect leader.

He had no opinion on the matter.

After all, the one who was truly affected by this was the eldest brother, Ling Yunzi.

Senior Brother Ling Yunzi always considered himself the future sect leader and held himself to that standard, but then Junior Brother Seven appeared.

He was eager to watch the two engage in their subtle power struggle.

As a result... Seventh Junior Brother wanted to bring his family to Lingxiao Sect and arrange work for them at the foot of the mountain.

It's nothing. The sect was worried that something might happen to the seventh junior brother on the way, so they sent him and several other junior brothers to escort him.

That's why he wasn't happy.

Everything was fine along the way, but when they arrived in Tianjin, someone appeared and started talking to them about Fuxin Village.

The seventh junior brother was anxious, so he rushed back like a madman, and then he encountered County Magistrate Li.

What followed was the death of the seventh junior brother.

Xiao Chunzhu did not regret killing her junior brother, because if her seventh junior brother had not died, then all of them would have died.

One dies, several live; however you look at it, it's a profit.

The fact that his fellow disciples didn't say anything to him indirectly shows just how dangerous the situation was.

However, he later parted ways with his other junior brothers in Tianjin.

He knew very well that if he killed his seventh junior brother, he would probably face certain death even if he returned to his sect.

The only option left was to find work outside.

But in this world, how difficult is it for an outsider like you to settle down in a strange place!

With no money, no connections, and only decent martial arts skills, what can he do?
Performing on the street, breaking large stones on his chest?
You'll still be chased away; every spot on the street is 'owned'.

He wanted to seek refuge with a security escort agency, but since he wasn't a local and no one could vouch for him, they wouldn't take him in. What if they brought back a bad guy?
After wandering around like this for more than ten days, and with his money running out, he was thinking about whether to take drastic measures when he saw the local militia outside the city and Li Lin.

He could tell that the local militia looked at Li Lin with approval and respect.

If only one or two people have that look in their eyes, it just means that Li Lin is alright. But if almost all of his subordinates have that look in their eyes, then Li Lin is definitely a good superior.

So he decided to take a gamble.

Now it seems that he made the right bet.

After he had been observing from the rooftop for a while, a constable below clasped his hands and said, "Brother Xiao, we have finished investigating the northern district. Now what?"

"Go to the south side of the market and ask if any strangers have been loitering there recently. If so, question them."

"it is good."

Xiao Chunzhu paused for a moment and then said, "Be careful in everything. If you find anything unusual, do not act rashly. Come back and report immediately. We will go over after we have gathered our men."

"Understood!" the constable replied.

He continued to stand on the high ground, looking around, ready to rush over immediately if there was any unusual activity.

Time passed little by little, and soon it was evening.

At this moment, a yamen runner called out from below, "Brother Xiao, come down and have some food first."

Xiao Chunzhu touched her stomach; she hadn't eaten anything all day and was indeed hungry.

He jumped down, and the bailiff handed him a small bamboo basket.

Inside was a ceramic vessel with its porcelain lid upside down.

Lift the porcelain lid to reveal a bowl full of white rice, topped with a sprig of green vegetables and two thin slices of fatty meat.

It looks delicious.

"This...you've gone to so much trouble," Xiao Chunzhu said gratefully.

For an average person, this kind of dinner is already considered quite lavish.

"It wasn't me, it was the county constable who sent it," the yamen runner said with a smile. "All of us involved in the case will get some."

Xiao Chunzhu was taken aback and asked, "Do you often get to eat such good food?" "Yes." The young constable nodded vigorously, "As long as we do our work, we can eat well. And every time we finish a case, if we get a silver reward, the county constable will also give us a share."

Xiao Chunzhu felt a surge of warmth in her heart: "The county magistrate is such a good man."

The constable nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes."

Xiao Chunzhu ate his meal in large mouthfuls and quickly finished it.

He placed the ceramic bowl into the bamboo basket: "Thank you for your trouble..."

"Brother Xiao, you're too kind." The constable smiled.

At that moment, Xiao Chunzhu's ears twitched, and he leaped up, looking towards the northeast.

His face lit up with joy, and he used the Lingxiao Sect's lightness technique to quickly head in that direction.

He was very fast; Lingxiao's lightness technique focused on speed, making him extremely adept at pursuit.

In less than twenty breaths, he had already crossed three streets.

Then, a green firework bloomed in mid-air.

problem occurs!
Xiao Chunzhu rushed over there even faster.

Meanwhile, the other yamen runners also sprang into action.

Upon seeing the fireworks, several constables led their local militia down from the city wall.

They headed straight towards the direction of the fireworks.

In an instant, several lines of people carrying torches converged on a certain spot from four directions.

Xiao Chunzhu was the first to arrive at the scene.

He stopped on the roof and looked down, and saw a dozen or so yamen runners forming a semi-circle, confronting a disheveled man.

Several constables lay nearby, their fate unknown.

Xiao Chunzhu jumped down and stood in front of a dozen or so constables. He clasped his hands in greeting and said, "May I ask, friend, were you responsible for the blood-sucking murders that have been happening these past few days?"

The man was disheveled and his features were obscured; only his pale gray eyes appeared lifeless.

"It's not about me, it's about what I am!" The man clasped his hands together and said, "Buddha once said that all things in this world are empty. What difference does it make whether I kill someone or not? What difference does it make whether they are dead or alive?"

madman!

There's no point in wasting words with someone like that.

Xiao Chunzhu took the longsword and began to walk slowly around the other person with light steps.

"The footwork of the Lingxiao Sect." The man turned to Xiao Chunzhu: "When did people of the martial world become lackeys of the government?"

"I do!" Xiao Chunzhu snorted.

"Oh, you willingly..."

Taking advantage of the other party's speech, Xiao Chunzhu suddenly leaned forward, and in just two steps she was in front of the other party. Her long sword drew a silver light and stabbed towards the other party's face.

Ding!
The man made a palm out of his right hand and faced the sword with his palm, which actually blocked the tip of the sword and produced a metallic clang.

"Vajra Palm!"

Xiao Chunzhu snorted, retracted her longsword halfway, and then thrust it out again.

The opponent struck again with a single palm, attempting to repeat the same tactic.

At this moment, Xiao Chunzhu's long sword suddenly split into two thin swords, which she thrust towards the opponent's eyes from the left and right sides of her palm.

The man neither dodged nor flinched; he simply closed his eyes.

Two thin swords pierced his eyelids, once again producing a metallic clang.

The man closed his eyes and laughed: "The Mother-Child Dividing Light Yin-Yang Sword! Well done, but unfortunately your internal strength is lacking, and your vital energy is insufficient."

Xiao Chunzhu sheathed her sword, took two steps back, and looked grave.

This man is very strong.

The man opened his eyes, grinned, and said, "Get out of the way. I don't want to be enemies with the Lingxiao Sect."

“You can’t leave,” Xiao Chunzhu said.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a large number of yamen runners and local militia arrived at the scene.

Groups of people gathered around and soon blocked all the surrounding passageways.

Archers even climbed onto the rooftops.

The man looked around, immediately squatted down, and put his hands behind his head: "This humble monk admits defeat, I surrender!"

(End of this chapter)