Republic of China Era: Entering the Dao through Divine Strike.

Are you messing with my mindset?

"If it's for the sake of the battle at Wan Hua Lou, who knows what other methods they might use."

Putting myself in his shoes, I think he was trying to make me extremely uncomfortable, but without actually breaking off relations, and focusing all his attention on him.

So……"

Li Xin had just finished speaking.

The eldest brother, Li Cheng, walked in and said, "Master Mo from the slaughterhouse just came to apologize."

They said that tomorrow's mutton and offal will not be available.

Manager Qiu from the grain store also came over, saying that there was a grain shortage and prices were going to rise...

"Let's stop business for a day or two, we don't need to do it for now."

Li Xin pondered for a moment, then said in a deep voice.

He knew that this was clearly another of Senior Brother Ma's methods.

They're flexing their muscles, giving us a taste of their own medicine.

From this perspective, my past safety was only due to the checks and balances from all sides, especially the mutual tolerance between the old and new factions, and the absence of any particularly powerful experts.

Now that the new faction is being suppressed, the conservative faction has a free hand and will certainly no longer be so tolerant.

Even with the master, a senior martial brother intervened.

Although it was just one game of chess, it was enough to show our attitude.

Relationships within the palace, relationships within the military... they no longer protect him, this "gossip disciple."

This is drawing a clear line.

"Take these few days to rest and recuperate; you don't need to work."

Once my injury heals, I'll learn the [Eight Forms of Breaking the Edge] together with everyone.

I don't seek profound skill, I only seek to strike faster.

Li Xin's expression remained unchanged.

It seems they don't take the external targeting to heart at all.

After correcting the bones of Yang Fan and Luo Xiaohu, the talisman water was turned into a medicinal soup, which they then drank.

Pure external injuries are easier to heal than those caused by Senior Sister Feiyan.

The medicinal power of just one bowl of herbal soup is enough.

……

As evening approached, Uncle De, the old steward of the Zhang family in Qinglong, came to visit.

Li Xin saw the old man in the courtyard.

I noticed that Uncle De looked older than when I first met him, and his brows were furrowed more deeply.

"Has something happened to Miss You Rong?"

“It’s not that anything has happened, it’s just that…” Uncle De hesitated, “Miss instructed that this little thing should not bother the young master, and that it will pass if he just waits.”

In my humble opinion, things are not so simple; the current situation is indeed perilous.

Although she was only confined to her residence, she had everything she needed.

The problem is that Zhang Taihe, the second son, has already started to get involved in the Chamber of Commerce affairs, and several elders are even discussing the eldest daughter's marriage.

This time, the attack is fierce and unlike anything before.

"Does it start today?"

"That's right. This afternoon, Zhang Kangming from the second branch of the family, who is also Zhang Taihe's eldest son,..."

They excitedly moved into the main house and demanded Qin'er, the maidservant of the young lady.

After a brief argument, the clan elders appeared.

Then, they confined the young lady to the manor.

Uncle De looked distressed.

He thought to himself that when the master was still alive, those clan elders would never have been so biased.

They don't have that right either.

Unfortunately, the winds began to shift after the master passed away.

No matter how capable a young lady may be, she is still a woman after all.

As a result, some people took advantage of their seniority and the influence of the second wife to forcibly interfere in the business of the Chamber of Commerce.

"I understand. You can put this notice on the Zhang family's door."

Li Xin wrote a black sticker.

Four large characters were written on it:

Returning a favor

The signature didn't include a name, only the date: February 3rd.

Uncle De received the black sticker and bowed respectfully.

They left happily.

Some things don't need to be said; Uncle De knows, and Li Xin knows too.

If he wins a great victory in the battle at Wan Hua Lou, all the troubles of the Zhang family will naturally disappear.

Whether it's the clan elders or the second branch of the family.

They all need to be given an explanation.

This matter won't be resolved without a few deaths.

However, if it were a battle at Wanhua Tower, Li Xin would suffer a crushing defeat.

There's no need to mention that negative post again.

"Senior Brother Ma, you win. Are you trying to tell me that just a few casual words are enough to make it impossible for me to stay in the capital?"

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Chapter 111 The True Lord Takes Action

“Even the Anssa people and the Dongyi people dare not harm my family and friends.”

I don't know where you got the nerve to try and intimidate me like that?

Li Xin became angrier and angrier, and the angrier he became, the less he could eat or sleep.

At this point, they dared to target pitiful people like Yang Fan and Luo Xiaohu.

Next time, I'd have to kill them.

Since they dared to kill these children from Li Garden.

Therefore, the eldest brother Li Cheng and the younger sister Li Xiaoyue were no longer safe.

The master and disciples of the Seven Star Mantis Fist school paid the price with their lives simply by watching from the sidelines.

This level of deterrence is clearly insufficient.

……

When Li Xin walked out of his own Li Garden.

The setting sun had just cast its last rays.

Even late-night pedestrians are still walking on the streets.

Not many people noticed the strange man walking on the road, dressed in a white robe, carrying a long sword, and wearing a three-eyed phoenix mask.

These days.

On the grounds of the capital, there are blond-haired, blue-eyed red-haired devils everywhere, as well as white-faced, blood-mouthed, droopy-browed Dongyi people.

Caucasians in long boots and cowboy attire are also very common.

It's nothing new for someone like Li Xin to be dressed in theatrical costume and wearing a mask.

Especially after Nezha, the Third Prince, became famous...

Many well-meaning people imitated this, putting on masks from other operas.

Most of them were fearless young people who just wanted to show off.

Without causing much trouble, no one really went out of their way to kill these novelty-seeking libertines.

"Young master, can I take off this mask? People on the street are laughing at me."

Li Xin walked with a proud and imposing air, while Zhuang Hongxiu walked with a hesitant and awkward gait.

She was so embarrassed that she almost dug out the two courtyards with her toes.

Because at this moment, she was dressed with her hair in twin buns, wearing a girl's mask, and holding a colorful lantern in her hand.

According to Li Xin, this is called the "Lotus Lantern".

My current identity is Yang Chan, also known as the Third Holy Mother.

Of course, it refers to the infantile stage.

"What's so funny? As long as we don't laugh, no one can laugh at us."

"Then, what's the purpose of carrying a cloth bag?"

"When Erlang Shen was fleeing the world with his sister Yang Chan, they would sometimes go hungry, so they would have the little one carry a cloth bag and beg for food."

Li Xin sighed, "Actually, I should have sent Xiaoyue; she's an expert at this."

"I can definitely do it well. Xiaoyue is only a little bit old." Upon hearing this, Zhuang Hongxiu immediately felt no embarrassment.

Now she is the young master's most capable confidante.

If I leave everything to Xiaoyue and the others in the future, I will gradually be marginalized, and that won't do.

She still has a little bit of ambition.

"That big courtyard in front is Tianxing Hall."

In the Chongwenmen area, Ma Shiqing's reputation as "Crab Ma" and "Heavenly Star Brush" was less than that of Cheng's Bagua.

However, it was highly valued by high-ranking officials and wealthy young men.

Their family was more prosperous.

"I can tell."

Master Cheng Yuanhua's home was just a small courtyard, not enough to live up to the title of Bagua Master.

This courtyard has three sections.

The strong, muscular men who came and went were all dressed in fine clothes and rode spirited horses; many of them were even wearing official robes.

Li Xin understood this situation very well.

Master Cheng Yuanhua taught apprentices to make a living.

When people teach students, it's because they're seeking official positions and future prospects.

Most of Cheng Yuanhua's disciples were poor people in the southern part of the city, and of course, some were the second sons of small merchants.

Those people learn boxing not hoping to achieve anything great, but simply want to acquire some self-defense skills.

At Tianxing Hall, learning martial arts is secondary.

Being able to become fellow disciples with the First Prince is truly an important thing.

Even if you can't get that connection, you can still at least become a familiar face to people.

It would be much easier to find a job in the military or in the palace.

Some outstanding individuals might even receive an official position.