Elderly Martial Saint: Sixty Times the Cultivation Speed ​​at the Start

Mo Family Villa.

Mo Qianhe was reading in his study. He usually enjoyed reading strange and unusual books when he had nothing to do. Although most of the content in the books was unbelievable, there were also many true and interesting things.

There are many rare and ancient books in his study, which cost him a lot of money.

Manager Chen Ping stood at the door of the study, clutching a visiting card in his hand. He stopped halfway through his steps, knowing that the master disliked being disturbed at this time.

But after thinking for a moment, he went in and said softly:

"master."

Seeing that it was the butler who had arrived, Mo Qianhe looked up, holding an old book in his hand, and glanced at Chen Ping. "What is it?"

"A messenger from the Green Snake Gang said that Chief Zhou has invited various factions in the city to come over tonight for a talk, saying that there are important matters to discuss."

"At this hour?"

Mo Qianhe put down the book in his hand, looked up at the window, and saw that the moon was already high in the sky.

Chen Ping bent down and whispered, "The person who came is a hall master of the Green Snake Gang. He was quite polite and said that he invited everyone in the city to come over together because he had important matters to discuss."

Mo Qianhe tapped his fingers twice on the back of the chair and muttered a curse:

"Has Zhou Xiong, that fat guy, lost his mind from drinking? Calling people over to discuss things in the middle of the night?"

"Couldn't he do it during the day?"

Finally, he leaned back in his chair and thought for a moment.

Two days ago, most of the territory of the Sanhu Gang was divided up, and everyone was eating their fill. Why are they getting together again now?

Could it be that the other companies had a conflict over the division of spoils?

"Did the visitor say anything else?"

"That's all. Just tell everyone to come to the appointment as soon as possible."

Mo Qianhe frowned. He had lived for over seventy years and had seen all sorts of things.

This week, Xiong's midnight dinner party is either for an urgent matter or a trap.

But Zhou Xiong didn't have the guts to take action against the Mo family.

His own strength was at the peak of the third level of internal energy.

There might be someone in White Fish City who could rival him, but he, Zhou Xiong, was definitely not one of them.

"Prepare the sedan chair." Mo Qianhe stood up and stretched his wrists. "Take a few people with you, not many."

Chen Ping responded and went downstairs.

Mo Qianhe glanced back at the scroll on the desk and casually closed it.

Things that are shouted out in the middle of the night are rarely good things.

……

In the territory of the Shallow Water Gang.

Song Liangcheng was flipping through account books in his room.

The profits from the waterway in the southern region that he had seized from the Three Lakes Gang in the past few days were 20% higher than he had estimated, which made him pause his writing.

At that moment, there was a knock on his door twice, which was his designated signal.

"Boss, the Green Snake Gang has arrived."

Song Liangcheng didn't look up, continuing to look at his things, and asked:

"What did you say?"

"They say Chief Zhou invites you over for a chat; he has something to discuss."

These words caused Song Liangcheng to put down his pen.

He sat there without moving, his eyelids half-closed as he pondered for a few moments.

He knew Zhou Xiong quite well. This fat man had a bad temper and never invited guests in the middle of the night. His style was to drink heavily and eat large chunks of meat during the day.

What does it mean to send someone to find me at a time like this?

Just then, I heard footsteps approaching from outside.

This time, it was his own spy.

"Report!"

"My lord! There's movement from the Sky Patrol Division!"

This news made Song Liangcheng, who was already deep in thought, narrow his eyes.

The scout, who had rushed back, squatted at the door, panting, and reported: "About half an hour ago, the entire Sky Patrol Division was mobilized. Led by Director Yi Yang, about twenty men carrying swords headed east of the city. Their direction was—"

"Green Snake Gang".

When Song Liangcheng said those three words, he sat up straight.

He glanced at the back of the Green Snake Gang messenger still waiting outside, and his lips twitched.

interesting.

Zhou Xiong invited people, and the Sky Patrol Division also went to the Green Snake Gang.

When you put these two things together, the meaning changes.

If Zhou Xiong had invited the Sky Patrol Division on his own initiative, there would have been no need for it to happen in the middle of the night.

If the Sky Patrol Division made the first move, would Zhou Xiong still have time to host a dinner party?

Unless—the invitation wasn't sent by Zhou Xiong.

Or rather, it was posted by someone else using Zhou Xiong's name.

Song Liangcheng closed the account book, stood up, and straightened his clothes.

"I'm not bringing anyone. I'm going alone."

His subordinate panicked: "Boss, what if—"

"What if what?"

Song Liangcheng had already stepped out of the room and said, "If someone really wants to kill me, even if I bring a few more of you, I still can't stop them. Bring fewer people, it'll be easier to run away."

……

The Wei family mansion.

The news arrived almost simultaneously.

When Wei Zhao came out of the secret room, the steward Zhou Tao was already waiting in the corridor.

"The Green Snake Gang came to invite him, saying that Chief Zhou has something to discuss."

Wei Zhao paused, turning back to look at Ye Jin who had followed him out.

The two exchanged a glance, their eyes holding a cryptic meaning.

A slight smile appeared on Ye Jin's lips as she lowered her voice and said, "What a coincidence. We were just talking about Zong Sha arriving in White Fish City tomorrow, and Zhou Xiong is bringing them all together tonight?"

Wei Zhao shook his head and stated his opinion:

"I don't think this was Zhou Xiong's own idea."

Who cares whose idea it was?

Ye Jin tucked the jade pendant back into her waistband and strode outside, saying, "You'll see when you get there. I'll go with you."

Wei Zhao did not refuse.

With their combined internal energy at three levels, no one in White Fish City could hold them back.

Even if Yi Yang were at full strength, it would only be two against one, let alone the fact that the opponent is currently only half-crippled.

"Have four people from your family come along," Wei Zhao instructed Zhou Tao.

Ye Jin had already reached the door when she turned back and added, "Hurry up, I want to see what tricks that seriously injured old man can pull."

……

The streets of White Fish City should have been quiet at this hour.

But tonight is different.

Groups of people appeared one after another on several main streets in the city.

Those carrying torches and lanterns hurried along, some even with weapons, the clanging of metal carrying far into the night.

From the north of the city, the Mo family's carriage emerged from the alley, followed by six experts.

In the dock south of the city, Song Liangcheng landed alone on the gangplank and walked towards the east of the city.

The side gate of the Wei family mansion in the west of the city opened, and Wei Zhao and Ye Jin led four guards onto the main street.

The residents living along the street were awakened by the sound of horses' hooves and footsteps.

Someone opened the window and peered out, saw the Mo family's carriage pass by, and quickly closed the window.

"Has something happened again?"

"Who knew that after the Sanhu Gang caused such a ruckus a couple of days ago, everyone else would be involved again."

"Never mind, close the door, go to sleep."

"Are you able to sleep?"

"...I can't sleep."

The neighbors whispered among themselves, and the door bolts were pulled tighter than usual at night.

White Fish City has been in turmoil these past few days.

First, the Three Lakes Gang was wiped out, then the Director of the Sky Patrol Bureau was seriously injured, and now all the major forces have come out in the middle of the night.

Ordinary people don't understand what these big shots are up to; they just hope the fire doesn't spread to their own doorstep.

……

At the entrance of the Green Snake Gang's headquarters.

Mo Qianhe's carriage arrived first.

The old man sensed something was wrong the moment he got out of the car.

The main gate was open, with two large wooden doors sloping inwards, and lanterns hanging at the entrance were lit.

But there was no one on the steps. Usually, there would be at least a few guards standing at the entrance of the Green Snake Gang, but tonight there wasn't a soul in sight.

"Master..." Butler Chen Ping approached, his voice low.

Mo Qianhe raised his hand to stop him and stood at the bottom of the steps without moving.

At this moment, Song Liangcheng walked over from another street, and the two met.

Song Liangcheng glanced at the open door, said nothing, and his lips twitched slightly.

The two looked at each other but didn't say anything.

Wei Zhao and Ye Jin arrived two steps later than them, with several guards from the Wei family following behind carrying lanterns.

"Where are Zhou Xiong's men?" Wei Zhao asked.

No one answered.

The four forces stood outside the door for more than ten breaths, and an indescribable eeriness permeated the air.

At this moment, Mo Qianhe, the oldest among them, said in a deep voice, "Let's go in and take a look together."

The group pushed open the door and entered.

Once inside the gate, there weren't many people in the courtyard.

Several lanterns hung under the eaves, swaying in the night breeze. There were a few dark drag marks on the ground, not very noticeable under the lamplight, but Mo Qianhe noticed them and paused for a moment.

The doors to the lobby were open, and there were lights on inside.

The group went inside.

The food and wine on the table were still there, but some of the wine had spilled out, soaking a large area of ​​the table.

Zhou Xiong is not included.

There were no other members of the Green Snake Gang either.

Mo Qianhe swept around the mess in the room, stopped, and looked back at the door.

No one spoke.

Song Liangcheng stood near the door, his hands in his sleeves, his face calm, but his eyes were already scanning his surroundings.

Ye Jin's hand rested lightly on the hilt of the sword for a moment, then released it.

"What are you up to?"

Feeling like he'd been tricked, Mo Qianhe's face darkened. In his seventy-plus years of life, he disliked being made a fool of. "Bring Zhou Xiong out," he said.

He winked at the person behind him.

The six guards trained by the Mo family dispersed, intending to search the backyard.

Mo Qianhe's guards had just taken their first step.

Footsteps came from the direction of the backyard.

Not in a hurry, not slowly.

A person walked out of the moon gate in the backyard.

The man was dressed in a gray uniform of the Sky Patrol Bureau, with an official badge at his waist and a heavy object wrapped in coarse linen slung across his back.

At this moment, he was holding a person in his right hand.

To be precise, it's been dragging on.

Zhou Xiong's obese body, weighing over 200 pounds, was dragged forward by the back of his collar with one hand, his two legs leaving two marks on the ground.

The fat man's right shoulder was missing, the cut was haphazardly wrapped with strips of cloth, and the bleeding had stopped. But his fat face was ashen, his eyes were half-rolled, and drool hung from the corner of his mouth.

He's still alive, but it's practically the same as being dead.

All eyes in the courtyard were on the old man in gray.

Yi Yang stopped at the entrance of the main hall and threw Zhou Xiong to the ground.

The meat block, weighing over 200 pounds, slammed onto the bluestone slab with a dull thud.

Zhou Xiong didn't even utter a sound before his eyelids rolled back and he fainted.

Yi Yang dusted off his hands, looked up, and glanced at the various groups of people in the courtyard.

Mo Qianhe, Song Liangcheng, Wei Zhao, Ye Jin.

Everything that was supposed to come has come.

He twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Keep the change, please."

Yi Yang's voice wasn't loud, but everyone in the courtyard could hear it clearly.

"The person is here, and so am I."

He glanced down at Zhou Xiong lying on the ground, then looked up again, his dark brown eyes flashing eerily in the lamplight.

No one in the courtyard made a sound when Yi Yang suddenly appeared.

Mo Qianhe's face was tense. Song Liangcheng's eyes narrowed. Wei Zhao's hand subconsciously went to his waist. And Ye Jin—

Ye Jin stared at Yi Yang's retreating figure, her pupils contracting slightly.

This old man.

Was he truly seriously injured, or—

Was it all an act from beginning to end?

Yi Yang stood the Tiger Roar sword upright on the ground, rested his hand on the hilt of his sword, and calmly surveyed the crowd.

"I called everyone here because there are some things I need to clarify."

He paused, looked at the surprised and doubtful faces in the room, and finally added a sentence.

"Whether we speak standing or sitting is up to you all."