The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

Because of smuggling smuggled salt, the Haisha faction has accumulated wealth. Even in Lin'an City, where every inch of land is expensive, it still occupies a huge piece of land as its headquarters.

Lin'an City was destroyed by war when the Southern Dynasties fell. Most of the current buildings were rebuilt later. They lost the original elegance and became more rough and heroic. There is a bit of coldness everywhere, which is also in line with the style of these Jianghu gangs. style.

As soon as Song Xing led Chi Xin out of the gate of the Haisha Sect, he saw a big fat man walking over with a group of people.

Chi Xin, who was following Song Xing, changed his face slightly. The big man opposite Song Xing was one of the four beams of the Haisha Sect, named Zhu Yougui, who had been at odds with Song Xing since long ago.

Zhu Yougui was born in Wudu Mountain in Miaojiang, with the poisonous skill of Wudu Shou, his status in the Haisha Gang is second only to the leader of the Haisha Gang. He always looks down on Song Xing's avatar on weekdays, and often finds reasons to embarrass him in the name of sparring.

Although the avatar was not angry, but his skills were not as good as others, so he could only endure it secretly.

After Zhu Yougui looked up to see Song Xing, he turned around when he was about to step into the gate of the Haisha Gang, and walked towards Song Xing.

Song Xing tilted his head slightly, looking at Zhu Yougui who was much taller than him in front of him, feeling a bit hostile.

"Master Song, it's a coincidence that you came here. I was going to find you in the help." Zhu Yougui spoke, his voice was as loud as an ordinary person's roar, and Chi Xin's ears were slightly numb from the shock.

"Get out of the way, I have something to go out, and I'll talk about it when I come back." Song Xing gave Zhu Yougui a sideways look, and was about to walk past him as soon as he turned around.

All he can think about now is to understand the strange things in this world, and he always feels that the inability to move his true energy has some connection with these strange things, so he has no mood to pay attention to Zhu Yougui.

"That can't be done." Seeing Song Xing being so rude, Zhu Yougui's face darkened, and he directly reached out to stop Song Xing, "If you don't explain this clearly, you'd better not go anywhere."

Song Xing stopped, raised his head slightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, which immediately made Zhu Yougui's heart skip a beat.

"What's going on, where does the person surnamed Song have such a strong evil spirit?"

Zhu Yougui's heart constricted, and he was about to give in under Song Xing's eyes. Then he came back to his senses, thinking that the group of men behind him almost lost face, he became a little annoyed, and suppressed the awkward feeling in his heart.

"Last night in Fuyoufang, your subordinate Yu Chijing beat three of my deacons. What do you say about this incident?"

Song Xing was slightly taken aback when he heard the words. He didn't expect that Zhu Yougui came to the door for such a thing. He looked sideways at Chi Xin, but saw that Chi Xin also looked blank.

Yu Chijing is one of Song Xing's two altar masters. He comes from the Taihang sect. He is addicted to alcohol and has a violent personality. He is known as the most capable of fighting among the eight altar masters.

Song Xing stretched out his hand and pushed Zhu Yougui's arm away, and walked out without looking back, "None of the three of you have ever beaten, so I'm ashamed to call you out? If it were my people, they would have thrown them to the West Lake."

Zhu Yougui was furious, "Stop, surnamed Song, if you don't give me an explanation today, and go to the law enforcement hall, I will teach you a lesson."

Seeing that Song Xing didn't pay any attention to reason and just buried his head forward, Zhu Yougui couldn't hold back his anger any longer, jumped up three feet, and slapped Song Xing on the back.

Feeling the strong wind coming from behind, Song Xing frowned, and the Hunyuan Gong in his body was running spontaneously. Without turning his body, he punched backhand with his right arm, which hit Zhu Yougui's palm right in front of him.

Seeing Song Xing's support, Zhu Yougui's fierce eyes flashed away, and he was about to slap his hands, but suddenly felt a surge of force in the palm of his hand, and couldn't help but let out a strange cry, his fat body once again A parabola was drawn in the air, and it fell heavily in front of the gate of the Sea Sand School.

Song Xing stopped, turned around slowly, and the Hunyuan Gong in his body was running according to a new route. Every time he turned it, the internal force in his body increased by a few points, and the power was even different from before.

Things happened in a hurry, Song Xing only used [-]% of his backhand strength, but he had already knocked back Zhu Yougui, who was evenly matched with his clone before.

Obviously the power of the new version of Hunyuan Kungfu was beyond Zhu Yougui's expectation. He struggled to sit up on the ground, and looked at Song Xing with a bit of horror!
Song Xing was somewhat dissatisfied with the power of this punch. After all, it was the lowest level mentality of the Kongtong School, and there was limited room for improvement. Although he did not use his physical strength, the punch just now did not directly kill Zhu Yougui. Let him a little disappointed.

Looking at Zhu Yougui who was being supported by his subordinates, Song Xing said slowly: "When you are in the rivers and lakes, you must understand one thing. When you are inferior to others, you have to stand at attention when you are beaten. Don't try to find a place on the strong, otherwise You will die even uglier."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and disappeared into the corner of the street with Chi Xin, leaving Zhu Yougui in a mess in the wind to doubt his life.

As expected, Chi Xin is an old man who has been in Lin'an City for decades, and he is very familiar with all walks of life. He took Song Xing around outside the government office, and found out the address of Wu Zuo, and brought Song Xing to the news wine alley.

Since the Yao and Shun eras, wu zhuo have been held by low-status untouchables, and most of them are houses for burial of corpses and coffin butchers.

This time, Cao Wuzuo, who was in charge of examining the 37 corpses of the Longmen Bodyguard Bureau, was just such an old gangster who lived alone, and would be summoned by the yamen servant when there was a murder case on weekdays.

Song Xing and Chi Xin knocked on Cao Wuzuo's door for a long time, but there was no response. They had no choice but to climb over the wall and enter, only to see Cao Wuzuo who locked himself in the house, wrapped in bedding, and was terrified.

Cao Wuzuo's face is shriveled and wrinkled, his body is covered with dark khaki skin, his gray beard is sparsely distributed on his chin, his lips are already dry and cracked, and his two dull old eyes are half-closed. He looks like an old man on the verge of death.

When he learned that Song Xing and Chi Xin were members of the Haisha faction, the panic in Cao Yuzuo's eyes dissipated a little.

Song Xing noticed that Cao Yuzuo's house was covered with red threads and all kinds of talisman papers, including Taoist ones, Buddhist ones, and even other miscellaneous things to exorcise evil spirits.

On the edge of the bed, talisman paper was pasted all over, surrounding him.

"The old man is inconvenient to move, please forgive me, Uncle Song." After receiving a large ingot of silver from Chi Xin, Cao Yuzuo's mood calmed down a little.

Song Xing looked at Cao Yu's terrified face, and asked abruptly: "The old man has plastered all over the house with talisman papers to exorcise demons. He heard people knocking on the door and didn't answer. He seems to be afraid of some evil spirit?"

Cao Wuzuo closed his eyes in fear, opened them again quickly, took a few deep breaths, but shook his head, gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Song Xing struck while the iron was hot, and asked again: "Are you afraid of the murderer who was murdered by the Longmen Bodyguard Bureau?"

As soon as Song Xing said this, Cao Yuzuo immediately shouted: "Don't say it, don't say it, it's a monster killing people, and if you say it, it will attract the monster! We will all die, we will all die!"

Seeing that Cao Wuzuo was obviously insane, Song Xing's voice suddenly softened, as if there was some kind of magical power to soothe Cao Wuzuo's emotions.

"Don't be afraid, the monster has already left. Don't you think we are all okay? Tell me, how did the people from the Longmen Bodyguard Bureau die? Why do you say that the monster killed people?"

Cao Wuzuo looked behind Song Xing in horror, and suddenly stretched out his hand to cover his throat, and the silver ingot in his hand fell to the edge of the bed, and he uttered a sentence with difficulty: "Sand, sand, those people, all turned into sand !"

"Sand?"

Song Xing and Chi Xin frowned slightly at the same time, some did not understand what Cao Wuzuo meant.

Then, under Chi Xin's horrified gaze, Cao Wu made a gurgling sound in his throat, and suddenly grabbed his neck with both hands, and then, fine yellow sand flowed out from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and landed on the ground. On the bedding in front of him.

It was as if all the internal organs in his body were filled with countless yellow sands, which flowed out little by little with Cao Yuzuo's breathing! (end of this chapter)