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Chapter 355 Thief of Saints
The silent atmosphere was as sticky as asphalt. Jinyiwei Sikong Lan's eyes gradually turned cold. When the moonlight outside the skylight was obscured by dark clouds and the treasure house fell into complete darkness,

He stomped the ground with his toes, flipped over backwards, and kicked the wall twice with his black boots, using the force to leap upwards. With his left hand he clung to the beam like a monkey, and with his right hand he took off the small cloth bag from his waist and swung it out.

Sikong Lan was not sure about the identity of the man in black, but he could sense from his long breathing that he had profound inner strength. If they really had to fight alone, he, who was not good at fighting with weapons, would not be his opponent.

The fact is exactly as he expected.
In the dark environment, Zhang Fuluan accurately locked onto Sikong Lan's position based on the direction of the sound and the airflow, holding onto the shelf with his left hand.

Holding the dagger in his right hand, he quickly slashed towards Sikong Lan, who was climbing up the beam and had not yet had time to retract his legs.

Snapped.

At the critical moment, the cloth bag that Sikong Lan had thrown out scattered as the rope was untied, and the white lime inside splashed all over Zhang Fuluan's head.

Well. It's quite ugly for the Jinyiwei, who symbolize the imperial power, to throw lime during a fight, but Sikong Lan learned to do so since he was a child.

These orphans from the border garrisons had experienced the ups and downs of life since childhood. Emperor Yong'an brought them to the capital, provided them with food, clothing and shelter, and sent people to teach them reading, arithmetic (so that they could check accounts and collect taxes in the future), and martial arts secrets.

What Sikong Lan learned was the martial arts left by a thief saint a hundred years ago. He specialized in light Kung Fu, lock picking, acupressure, and a little boxing. His emphasis was on protecting himself, not confronting others head-on, stealing instead of robbing, plotting secretly instead of confronting head-on, and running away instead of fighting.

Lime was floating in the air, mixed with a strange smell - it was mixed with chili powder, knockout drugs, and strong laxatives.

When Zhang Fuluan heard the sound of the cloth bag being untied, he closed his eyes without hesitation and exhaled sharply forward.

The Danjing is filled with the energy of dragons and tigers at night, and the Bixiao is filled with the feathers of the phoenix in spring.

Zhang Fuluan learned from the Zhengyi School of Longhu Mountain, and the current 50th generation Heavenly Master is his master.

Even though there was a layer of black cloth covering his face, the long breath he exhaled was still like a long dragon, blowing away most of the lime that was sprinkled on him, with only a small amount of powder floating onto the mask.

However, while he was closing his eyes for a short while, Sikong Lan on the opposite side kicked out and hit the dagger right on the target.

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The sword penetrated the solid beam without resistance, and could not be pulled out.

Zhang Fuluan decisively dropped his sword, suddenly increased his speed, stretched out his hand to grab the ankle of Sikong Lan, who was about to jump onto the beam and escape through the skylight, and pulled him down.

After landing again, Sikong Lan had to fight even if he didn't want to. In an instant, his fists crossed each other. After a dozen dull thuds, Zhang Fuluan hit him in the back, twisting his hands and kneeling on the ground.

He couldn't even bang his head against the shelf to make a noise and call the warehouse guards - his neck was also strangled.

"Chisu Fist?"

As his trachea was squeezed, Sikong Lan's eyes turned red. He recognized the origin of the punch and said with difficulty, "You are, Zhang Fuluan?"

Feelings of fear and astonishment arose at the same time, and the latter was even stronger.

Although Emperor Yong'an did not talk about Taoism like a certain emperor who did not want to reveal his name, he spent all day "training his body to be like a crane, and not afraid of the palace maids strangling his neck",
However, the relationship with Longhushan was quite good. Taoist priests of the Zhengyi Sect were often invited to the palace to preach, and occasionally the palace would provide funds to build pavilions.

As the disciple of the Heavenly Master, Zhang Fuluan had also followed his master to preach in front of the emperor and had a bright future. Why did he get involved in the affairs of the Tu family?

He was also wearing black clothes that could not be seen from the light.

Zhang Fuluan remained calm when his name was called. Instead, he looked up at the dark shelves and said in a low voice, "Mr. Ant, you have been watching the show for so long, it is time for you to come out."

Longhu Mountain has a long tradition, a complete range of skills, and some inexplicably mysterious books for reference. Zhang Fuluan could feel the two figures standing quietly in the darkness.

After a brief silence, Huiyu's chuckle rang out.

"Are you searching for Ant? Or a life-threatening gambler? Or the CEO of Star Forge? You only need to know that he is a Level 20 new human, an all-around ACE, a sweet and salty top, an absolute core, a top position, a good singer and dancer, soft and delicious Haki Ant - dong!"

After the crisp sound of the head bursting, Li Sheng walked out from behind the shelf, took off the mask, revealing his face, and asked casually: "How do you know it's mine?"

He could see Zhang Fuluan's identity because he had consulting integrated glasses that could directly activate the box of weapons.

It’s a bit strange that Zhang Fuluan could guess his identity - are you in a serious martial arts dimension?

Sikong Lan's eyes widened. He never thought that there was a third person in the room who arrived before him? !
"Your aura is hard to tell whether it is clear or turbid, and it is hard to tell whether it is smooth or rough. You have no roots at all, and you are not from this world. Why bother to wade into this muddy water?"

Zhang Fuluan used the art of collecting sound when he spoke, so his voice only spread forward and could not be heard outside the treasure house.

Seeing that Li Sheng was indifferent and showed no sign of shock,

He pursed his lips slightly, took out a wrinkled four-foot painting from his arms, unfolded it lightly, and threw it out, "When I was coming down the mountain, my master gave me a painting and told me that my country, the world, and the lives of all the people depend on this trip."

The scroll was unfolded, and on it were clearly printed the Tu family treasure house, the open skylight, and four blurry figures confronting each other under the moonlight.
It was as if he had foreseen it and had drawn the scene at this moment in advance.

The drawing paper fluttered, and Zhang Fuluan pulled out the dagger that was nailed to the beam with his right hand. He stomped on the ground and stabbed Li Sheng with the "Crane Soaring into the Sky" sword technique.

With the innate warrior's physique and the swordsmanship of the Zhengyi School, this strike was as fast as thunder and as heavy as a thousand pounds.

It's just like when Zhuan Zhu assassinated Wang Liao, a comet hit the moon; when Nie Zheng assassinated Han Kui, a white rainbow pierced the sun; when Yamagami Tetsuya assassinated Abe, JK fell to the street.
Oh, there was no Abe in this era, so it’s okay.

Li Sheng did not retreat an inch and picked up two wooden rulers from the shelf next to him.

When the skill [Knight Does Not Die Unarmed] is activated, the shape, weight, density, material and other information of the ruler appear in the mind one by one, and muscle memory is generated instantly.

Snapped!
The two rulers came together to firmly clamp the tip of the dagger. At the same time, Li Sheng's eyes were still fixed on the slowly falling painting.

The paper had been stained with water, so the ink was slightly smudged. Zhang Fuluan himself could not see it, but Li Sheng, who was wearing information integration glasses, could see through the smudges.

The hands of the tortoise-shell gilt bronze pendulum clock on the shelf, donated by a Dutch merchant, point to 02:56:00.
Current time, 02:55:57.
Three, two

The second hand returned to zero, and the next moment, the giant scales on Sikong Lan's back suddenly generated infinite suction force, and he was sucked into the scales before he could even shout.

The scales fell to the ground, and the terrifying suction continued to point directly at Zhang Fuluan who was caught off guard. The latter drew back his sword and stabbed the ground.
The hair, clothes, and behind the limbs lit up with ripples of red, orange, yellow, green, indigo, blue, and purple spectrum.

The whole person was pulled and stretched like a noodle and rolled into the scales.

This suction force only applies to living things. There is not a single breeze in the warehouse, and all treasures are safely placed on the shelves.

Li Sheng glanced at the spectral afterimage that was dragged out. The [Stone Rooting Technique] in the skill bar was useless. The icon of [Familiar Transposition] was lit, but it had no effect at all.

He suddenly realized something and immediately turned around and shouted at Hui Yu. Then he pulled out his steel flagpole and plunged directly into the scales.

(End of this chapter)