The First Sage of Military Strategists

Chapter 45 The dog jumps over the wall in a hurry

The newcomer was none other than Li Tai, whose martial arts skills were clearly extraordinary.

First of all, his physique is impressive; he has a strong constitution that is far superior to that of ordinary people.

Secondly, he had long heard that the other party had extraordinary martial arts talent and was a figurehead used by a certain martial arts school for external promotion.

Li Tai also glanced around and his gaze landed on Han Qing.

He recalled the slash from just now, feeling its clean, crisp, fast, and ruthless nature. Even he himself might not have been able to block it, and a sense of admiration arose in his heart.

He then saw that Han Qing was a young man with delicate features and a young age, and immediately thought that a genius boy had recently emerged in Baiyun County.

"You must be Han Qing, the newly promoted junior official in the yamen. Truly impressive! Your skills and swordsmanship are far superior to anything I'd achieve at your age," Li Tai exclaimed.

"Brother Li is also very strong." Han Qing cupped his hands slightly, his expression showing great respect.

“You have a bright future ahead of you, I, Li Tai, can’t compare to you. But if you don’t mind, I’ll treat you to a drink in a few days, just to make friends.” Li Tai shook his head, then suddenly smiled.

"Okay." Han Qing nodded.

"Farewell." Li Tai bowed slightly and tossed the corpse to the ground.

After Li Tai left, only Han Qing remained on the street, and a faint smell of blood filled the air.

Han Qing's expression grew cold; today's events had served as a wake-up call for him.

He had thought the Yin-Yang Scholar wouldn't trace it back to him, but this incident instilled a strong sense of crisis in him.

"We need to think of a way to deal with the Yin-Yang Scholar. This time there were three of them. If the Yin-Yang Scholar were to take action himself in the future, I might not be able to handle it," Han Qing thought to himself.

His gaze swept across the ground and he saw the corpse. He was alone and couldn't handle the body, so he could only leave it there until the constables from the yamen came to deal with it.

"Let's go back to the yamen first," Han Qingxin said.
He fumbled around for a while, pulled out a few copper coins, tore a piece of cloth from the corpse, gently wiped away the mottled bloodstains on the blade, and then slowly sheathed it.

Then, as he walked toward the government office, he mentally examined the soul light spots within the Seven Killings Stele.

He absorbed the first point of light, which came from the second Yin-Yang Cult member who died at his hands.

Many memories of this person's life flashed before my eyes like a fleeting glimpse.

"Damn these government offices! They can't even pay their taxes all year round! They're forcing the people to revolt! They're forcing the people to revolt!"

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"Great! The rebel army is coming!"

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"Kid, I've saved your life. From now on, you'll do whatever I tell you to do!"

"Yes, yes, sir, please give me a steamed bun!"

In the cold wind, the young man lay on the ground, dizzy from hunger, while the Yin-Yang Scholar looked down at him with a half-smile on his face.

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"From this day forward, you are a member of my Yin-Yang Sect. If I command you to die, you must die!"

In a deserted and dilapidated courtyard, the voice of the Yin-Yang Scholar echoed.

The image then disappeared, and Han Qing frowned.

"I never expected that this person was actually a refugee from outside the city, who was bewitched and controlled by the Yin-Yang Scholar with food, and recently became a follower of the Yin-Yang Cult."

He was at a loss for words to judge this person; he felt both pitiful and hateful, and perhaps the court was at fault.

As a minor official in the government, he did not need to pay taxes, so he did not feel it deeply. In reality, the government's taxes were indeed very heavy. Ordinary people struggled to make ends meet for many years. If the year was bad, they could not even afford to pay taxes, so it was normal for them to rebel.

Fortunately, Baiyun County has fertile land and is close to the Black Mountain. It is not a barren land, and the people are not rich, but they are not so poor that they cannot survive.

This young man's martial arts skills were also quite ordinary, consisting of only three: a beginner-level training method called Youyou Gong, which was at the minor completion level; a low-level fist technique called Bahuang Fist, which was at the major completion level; and a sword technique called Liufeng Blade, which was at the proficiency level.

"This person was able to survive among a group of refugees and be chosen by the Yin-Yang Scholar, presumably because he knows a few martial arts."

After some thought, he chose to inherit the Eight Desolations Fist and the Flowing Wind Blade, and immediately transferred them to the Mountain-Splitting Vajra Fist and the Hundred-Crack Blade.

The proficiency levels of both martial arts began to slowly climb, reaching the Great Perfection level, with values ​​exceeding 90%. For a moment, information about these two martial arts techniques flooded Han Qing's mind.

He digested the information as he walked, and by the time he returned to the yamen, the skill level had been fully converted.

"Mountain-Splitting Vajra Fist, complete!"

"Hundred-Crack Blade, perfected!"

Han Qing casually threw a few punches forward, feeling his fist technique become more skillful and his power more rapid. His fists shook the air, and there was a faint sound of wind and thunder.

"Not bad, my combat power has improved again!" Han Qing felt increasingly confident.

From mastery to perfection, although the improvement may seem small, every little bit of progress is still progress!
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Back at the yamen.

Han Qing went to the Zaoban compound to tell Yang Wu what had happened that day, but Yang Wu was out on business, and only Ma Er was eating a pear in the training ground.

So he returned to his room, waiting for Yang Wu to come back while continuing to improve his strength.

"absorb!"

As the second spark of soul light shattered, numerous images once again appeared before Han Qing's eyes.

"Boss, what if the jade pendant isn't in Baiyun County? If all else fails, let's give up!"

"Shut up! Anyone who dares to say they're giving up, I'll kill them!" the Yin-Yang Scholar roared.

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"I'm determined to get this jade pendant. Better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free. I'll kill everyone on this list. I don't believe I won't find the jade pendant!" The Yin-Yang Scholar's face was ferocious.

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"Boss, that scoundrel Luo Sheng has said he's going to turn against us!"

"Hmph! So what if they turn against us? The Luo family forcibly buys young boys and girls; their hands aren't clean either!"

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"This old Chen family residence is perfectly safe!"

"Once you find the jade pendant, leave immediately!"

The image faded away, but this time the amount of information was even greater. Han Qing frowned slightly and began to ponder it carefully.

"The Yin-Yang Scholar has gone mad after failing to find the jade pendant. He's planning to kill everyone on the list and has also fallen out with Luo Sheng!"

"These people are currently hiding in the Chen family's old house. Should we inform Master about this?"

After weighing the pros and cons, Han Qing ultimately decided to reveal the information. These people had become a real threat to his life and he had to get rid of them as soon as possible. At the very least, he had to drive them out of Baiyun County. Otherwise, with wave after wave of robberies and killings, there was no guarantee that nothing would go wrong.

However, Yang Wu hasn't returned yet. He's thinking that there's no rush; he should focus on practicing martial arts to improve his strength first.

With a thought, numerous martial arts techniques appeared before his eyes.

This person truly deserves to be the leader of the trio; his cultivation level has reached the second realm, having undergone two transformations.

After careful consideration, Han Qing chose to inherit a fist technique and a sword technique, mastering one and achieving a minor level of proficiency in the other, and then transferred his proficiency to the Hundred-Crack Blade and the Mountain-Splitting Vajra Fist.

"Although these two martial arts are already perfected, now that I possess the Seven Killings Stele, I must pursue a higher realm and break through the limits!"

The first thing he transformed into was the Vajra Fist of Opening the Mountain. He got up and went to his room, practicing the fist technique while recalling the skills.

He was completely absorbed in it for a full hour, until at a certain moment, the level of this fist technique on the panel changed to "breakthrough limit", and he instantly understood many techniques.

"Phew! This boxing style is even more ferocious!" Han Qingxin thought to himself.

His understanding of this boxing style became deeper, and while strengthening its domineering and fierce style, his weaknesses were greatly reduced.

Now, in terms of this particular style of boxing alone, his level has surpassed that of its founder.

(End of this chapter)