Water elemental became a god, ultimately becoming the master of heaven, earth, mountains, and rivers

Chapter 37 Report to the official

Sun Xiao fared no better, devouring the food with gusto.

The way the two of them ate, like they were starving ghosts reincarnated, stunned everyone.

Shui San'er, who was sitting at the same table, felt a little uncomfortable and timidly changed tables.

Only those who knew the inside story, such as Liu Daoba and Cheng Bin, gathered around.

But seeing that the two were clearly replenishing their supplies after a fierce battle, he couldn't say anything and could only watch longingly.

Sun Xiao ate about 60% of his fill, put down his chopsticks, tilted his head back, and glanced at Chen Shunan and the others with a slightly smug look. He then said...
"It's all settled!"

This sudden remark immediately made San Dezi, Liu Daoba, and the others hold their breath.

So it turns out Instructor Lin was keeping it a secret all along; he went to burn down the rice granary at Wanlong Mill tonight?!
San Dezi asked curiously, "Did it go smoothly?"

"It's not going well!"

Sun Xiao's words once again put everyone's hearts in their throats.

At this moment, Sun Xiao seemed to transform into a storyteller, his lips moving with a clatter.

He had a firm grasp on the minds of the people in front of him.

"Tonight, it can be said that the moon shines over the Wujiang River, bows and arrows fall to the ground, the Chu songs rise from the ruined granaries, and the sound of rain and smoke lingers!"

Sun Xiao shook his head and spoke slowly.

Seeing this, Coach Lin did not stop it.

Rarely do we indulge ourselves, rarely do we enjoy ourselves to the fullest.

On the way here, he had already told Sun Xiao that there were things he could say and things he could not say.

For example, the hibiscus oil, that mysterious master—don't say things you shouldn't.

Sun Xiao's side was having a lively discussion.

Instructor Lin's gaze swept over the crowd, then lingered briefly on Chen Shun'an's slightly unnatural right arm, and he said,

"Old Chen, what happened to your arm?"

Chen Shunan, who had been listening intently to Sun Xiao's story like San Dezi and the others, looked embarrassed upon hearing this.

"I went to Mentou Street to buy wine, and I couldn't resist having two glasses. I tripped and fell on the way back..."

Coach Lin nodded and asked no further questions.

To avoid embarrassing Chen Shunan.

Upon hearing this, Sun Xiao, perhaps due to the effects of alcohol, wore a smug smile and offered a seemingly encouraging remark.

"Brother Shun'an, in my opinion, you should come with us to burn the granary. Regardless of how much you can do, you can exercise your body and improve your blood circulation. Maybe with a bit of luck, you can break through to the second-rate level!"

It's not like you'd trip and fall while walking at night!

Upon hearing this, Chen Shunan sat up straight, his old face solemn, and nodded earnestly.

"Brother Sun is right..."

"Hahaha, I was just joking, Brother Shun'an, don't take it seriously. Um, where was I? Oh, I was teaming up with Instructor Lin to fight against Sick Tiger Yang Lu!"

The night rain has completely stopped, and the dripping sound from the eaves is no longer urgent.

The storm that had been building up for days has finally passed.

Fine raindrops occasionally tapped on the windowpane, as if providing accompaniment for Sun Xiao's 'storytelling'.

Laughter, drinking, and the sounds of drinking games...

In the end, even Coach Lin couldn't resist playing a few rounds of Pai Gow with Sun Xiao and the others.

Tonight, it seems everyone had a great time.

A breeze seeped in through the half-open door, carrying the scent of damp grass and trees.

Chen Shunan sat in the corner, the wine sloshing around him, reflecting half of his blurry face.

He suddenly chuckled and downed the drink in one gulp.

"Good wine paired with a beautiful view, what a delightful experience..."

He murmured to himself, but no one heard him.

……

The color of fish belly is white in the east.

The three of them left one after another.

Last night, Coach Lin and Sun Xiao only stayed for a short while before leaving again.

Presumably, the two owners had already gathered, so he went to report what had happened at Micang Mountain.

Chen Shunan returned home, hid his ill-gotten gains, and continued his daily routine of practicing martial arts and carrying water carts. He did not rush to spend money to sell the stolen goods.

He is waiting.

Wait for Wanlong Dam's reaction, wait for Zhao Dongjia and his group's reaction.

He couldn't believe that even he could see the terrifying impact of the Hibiscus Ointment Fire on Wuqing County and even the entire Holy Dynasty, yet Zhao Dongjia and the others couldn't.

He was also curious about how Zhao Dongjia would handle this situation.
Chen Shunan continued to practice "Flesh Flying Immortal" diligently every day.

When Qing Ji was promoted, his reputation soared, and his Wonderful Sound Index also increased to 301.

And as time goes on, Miaoyin's voice continues to grow every day.

With such feedback, Chen Shunan's tactics became even more natural and he mastered them one after another.

Of the thirty-six fighting techniques, I have mastered twenty-three.

It's clear that it's about to enter the late stage of second-rate status.

Once upon a time, Coach Lin was an unattainable figure in Chen Shunan's eyes, but now he is so clear and distinct.

He even had a premonition that with his mastery of the Three Hundred Melodies, Cloud-Walking Armored Horse, and Twenty-Three Fighting Techniques, he was in no way inferior to Instructor Lin.

However, compared to usual, Chen Shunan had one more thing to do every day.

Playing with and studying the "Crane and Deer in Spring" matchbox.

He was certain that this thing was not simple; it was either some kind of ingenious mechanical creation or possessed some kind of mystery unknown to him.

Unfortunately, it seems that some method of activation and activation is lacking.

"The Flying Immortal of Flesh is about to reach its second-rate perfection. The subsequent cultivation methods and true transmission diagrams are still in the Zhang family... I hope that when the old lady celebrates her 80th birthday, I can please her and get them back."

"Furthermore, with the change in my physical constitution, it seems I have the capacity to cultivate other techniques as well. Ideally, I'd like to learn a finger technique or hand technique that can also improve my throwing knife skills..."

Chen Shunan silently planned for the future, quietly waiting for time to pass, and focused on practicing martial arts.

There was absolutely nothing unusual about it.

only……

He himself had accidentally fallen into the well, so it was not the work of the rice pounder.

Then who is it?
The conversation between the sentries in the two rice-pounding sheds in front of the granary still seems to echo in my ears.

The warm and friendly faces of the Shui San'er suddenly became blurred and indistinct in Chen Shun'an's mind.

He vaguely understood something and decided to make a batch of fine willow-leaf throwing knives, or other hidden weapons.

Chen Shunan's knife seems dull in some people's eyes.

……

Located in the northeast corner of Wuqing County, Xinlianzi Hutong was the residential area of ​​prominent figures in Wuqing County.

Right next to Xinlianzi Hutong is Dashamao Hutong, where people from Baishan and Wuqing with impeccable revolutionary credentials live!
In Xinlianzi Hutong, next to a pomegranate tree, is the Zhao residence, whose owner is Zhao Guangxi, one of the nine major landlords in Shuiwozi, Wuqing County.

"This hibiscus oil is really eerie..."

In the main hall of the Zhao residence, Zhao Guangxi squinted at the corpse of the armored slave on the ground, who had died from excessive consumption of hibiscus oil.

The body was in excellent condition, with full muscles, a rosy complexion, and a faint fragrance.

Zhao Guangxi was a middle-aged man in his early thirties. He had no beard, and his face was fair and plump, giving him a very prosperous appearance.

He held two slightly chipped iron balls in his hands. These were genuine hollow iron balls from Baozhou, perfectly formed and shiny, making a whooshing sound as they spun in his palm.

There were quite a few people standing in the lobby.

Lin Shouzhou, Manager Li, Tang Jie...

They were all key figures who planned last night's raid and burning of the warehouse.

After ordering the armored slave's corpse to be burned, Zhao Guangxi turned to look at a woman beside him.

"Sister Liu, what do you think?"

This woman was the owner of the area that oversaw Jinyuan Street and other districts; her name was Liu Ruyue.

Liu Ruyue, dressed in a long crimson dress, glanced at Zhao Guangxi with a cold and aloof expression and said indifferently.
"You have everything, so you're asking me what I think?"

Zhao Guangxi was extremely domineering. Although it was clearly a collaboration between the two well-dwelling households to burn oil, he monopolized all the oil lamps.

Zhao Guangxi seemed oblivious to the annoyance in Liu Ruyue's words, his face solemn as he spoke with righteous indignation.
"This hibiscus oil lamp has the typical style of alchemy techniques of the Qianning Kingdom. The so-called 'Twelve Trades of Oil Lamp Temple in the South China Sea' is nothing more than twelve dogs colluding with each other."

The mortar has never given up its ambition to destroy our watershed, and the Qianning Kingdom is even more treacherous, intending to use this item to wear down the fighting spirit of the Holy Dynasty's warriors.

Zhao suggested that Liu should immediately report to the county magistrate and then to the prefect, to eliminate the villains, restore order to the capital, and reclaim the prestige of our holy dynasty!

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