Martial God Development Plan

"The third type is the stupid and ugly ones who refuse to die and insist on living in this world and wasting food."

"Oh? That's a coincidence."

"How to say."

"Look... there happens to be someone here who meets all three of these requirements. Isn't he the person you admire the most, Brother Han?"

"wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"He does meet the first two points, but not the third."

"Isn't he still alive?"

"But he's going to die soon."

Volume 4: The Price of the 65th Chapter

"...?!"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man was shocked and angry, and immediately shouted: "Where did you come from, kid? If you want to die, I will send you on your way!"

In fact, if he hadn't been drunk, he probably wouldn't have reacted like this. The Taoist robes of Zhenwu Mountain are quite recognizable. Of course, with the speed of information flow in this era, it's normal even if you don't recognize it. For example, although Ji Zhao had seen the Zhenwu Mountain emblem in Luohe Pavilion, he didn't recognize it at first sight when he saw Han Shoushi.

But even if you don't know them, you can tell from the way Ji Zhao and Han Shou are dressed that these two are not easy to deal with. To use the game as an example, one of them is wearing gang uniforms and the other is wearing special fashion, which shows that they are not easy to mess with.

But the person here now is a drunkard, a drunk person, what judgment does he have and what can he do?

Let me put it this way. The last drunk was called Wu Song. He got drunk and came to Jingyang Ridge. He saw the seal and the notice and knew that there really was a tiger in that place. At this time, his reaction was, "When I go back, I will be laughed at by others for not being a good man. It will be difficult for me to turn away." So he gritted his teeth and killed a tiger.

From this we can see that for a drunk man, losing face is more terrifying than a tiger.

Han Shou looked at Ji Zhao, who rarely showed a playful smile on his face.

Han Shou smiled and said, "There are four."

Ji Zhao reached into his arms, but he didn't see anything coming out. Then he swung his hand violently, and a silver light flashed. Then the middle-aged man who was holding the little girl screamed, and while letting go of his hand, he covered his hand and stepped back, shouting miserably.

"Hand! My hand!"

The shopkeeper was also quick to act. He stepped forward immediately and quickly pulled the sobbing girl aside.

Ji Zhao then said slowly: "Now there are only three and a half."

Han Shou's eyes widened, then he came to his senses, and leaned on the table with his backhand. He flipped over the table with great ease as if he had no weight, and leaped towards the remaining three people at the table.

The three men were naturally furious when they saw their companion being attacked, and they turned around to grab the weapons on the corner of the table. However, Han Shou was a very strange man. When he crossed the table just now, he had already grabbed a few chopsticks in his hand. Now he took advantage of the situation and smashed down. The movement was really fast and fierce. After a few screams, one of the palms of the three men was pierced by the chopsticks on the table, and they cried for their parents!

After cultivating himself in a place like Zhenwu Mountain for a while, Han Shou's moves did not show any signs of gentleness and steadiness, but became more violent and brutal! His personality was really incompatible with his name, just like his brother who had no sense of righteousness at all!

The middle-aged man who was first stabbed in the arm by Ji Zhao's silver needle was so frightened by the miserable state of his companion that he broke out in a cold sweat. He also sobered up a lot and his mind went blank. He couldn't think of anything and just followed his primitive survival instinct. His legs softened and he knelt on the ground. He had said those words many times before and they came out of his mind very smoothly. He begged for mercy in a pitiful voice: "Two heroes, two grandfathers! I didn't recognize Mount Tai. Please spare us!"

Han Shou had drunk too much, and his posture was just like a drama. He raised his eyebrows slightly, with a playful look in his eyes. Then, he put one hand on his waist, leaned back slightly, looked at Ji Zhao behind him, and his tone showed a bit of playful contempt: "Ji Zhao, what should we say at this time? You are so humble, I will not let you go..."

The middle-aged man felt ashamed and angry when he heard this.

[“Life is nothing but death, you little brat...! How dare you humiliate me like this!”]

Even though he was thinking this, the terrible pain in his hand made him dare not move. He could only grit his teeth and swear secretly to avenge this incident, otherwise he would not be a human being... Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly met the eyes of the shop owner's daughter.

The little girl was originally watching Ji Zhao and Han Shou, but unexpectedly she was entangled by the middle-aged man. Now seeing him in such an embarrassed state, she was naturally happy in her heart. This emotion was expressed on her face, and in the eyes of the middle-aged man, it became a complete mockery.

【“…!”】

Being ridiculed by Han Shou, the middle-aged man was angry, but he didn't have any extra thoughts. It was a fact that he was not as skilled as others, and he knew it best in his heart. In his heart, he actually agreed with the rule that "the strong can bully the weak."

However, being stared at by a powerless little girl with such eyes...the indescribable anger almost instantly devoured the middle-aged man's reason.

【“You…why do you think you can do that?!”】

At this moment, Han Shou leaned back with his body wide open. The middle-aged man, who was drunk with alcohol, was dominated by the desire for revenge. He was furious and ready to do anything evil. He suddenly burst out his internal energy, stood up and rushed towards Han Shou, punching him in the waist and abdomen, intending to fight to the death!

call----!

A sharp sound of breaking through the air was heard, and Han Shou moved gracefully, just like a rhythmic dancer, and slightly shifted his body... and after Han Shou shifted his body, the middle-aged man saw the source of the sound... it was the wine jar.

boom!

The wine jar hit the middle-aged man's face hard, and the harsh sound of ceramic breaking was heard. The wine splashed all over the ground. The middle-aged man took several steps back, his body swayed, and finally fell to the ground without a sound. The blood mixed with the wine spread on the ground...

"Heh..." Han Shou, who was splashed with blood and wine, wiped the liquid off his face and smiled nonchalantly, "Just now I was wondering if you would think I was too harsh. Now it seems that you were not too harsh. This time, my face will be disfigured for the rest of my life."

"I do think you were too harsh." Ji Zhao looked calm. "I originally thought that it would be enough to give him a slight punishment and then hand him over to the government... But he just tried to take your life. In this case, he will have to pay a higher price."

"I like this statement." Han Shou smiled, took two steps forward, and pulled out a short spear from Ji Zhao's waist. Then, he walked to the three people who were still conscious and trembling with the short spear in his hand, and poked the short spear into the table with a swish.

"So...what are you willing to pay so that your face doesn't have to look like this guy's?"

Volume 4: Thinking about the Talents: Chapter 66: News about the Bloody Battle Sutra

It is hard to imagine that these words, which are obviously meant to extort money, came from the mouth of a Taoist priest from Zhenwu Mountain. It is just like a monk going up to Yihong Tower, waving his hand to bid out several large silver bills and shouting, "Call all your most beautiful girls to me, the Buddha." But this thing really happened.

Han Shou's words were very straightforward, and even a drunk person could hear them clearly. The three men immediately endured the pain, searched their bodies for a while, and collected some silver coins and handed them to Han Shou.

"Master... Look, it's all here."

The smile on Han Shou's face gradually disappeared. He stood there woodenly and did not take the money.

Because of the angle, Ji Zhao couldn't see clearly what the man was holding in his hand. He stood up and took two steps before he could see clearly.

"Ha ha......"

After seeing clearly, Ji Zhao burst out laughing. The reason was simple: the money was too little, just a few cents. If nothing unexpected happened, it couldn't even pay for the four of them to have a meal... It seemed that the four of them just wanted to eat a free meal. They probably knew that they were away from home and they just needed to go back if they committed a crime. After all, with the current situation in Yan State, it was indeed unlikely to carry out a time-consuming and laborious cross-prefecture manhunt for a free meal... From an objective point of view,

Ji Zhao originally wanted to say that some money should be left for these people so that they can go back and forth from where they are. Otherwise, looking at their appearance, if they are out of money, they will probably use some crooked ways to get money. Now it seems that there is really no need for this. It would be better to send them to eat the government's food. Some people are destined to have this bowl of rice.

However, Han Shou, who was already half drunk, obviously did not have as good a temper as Ji Zhao. His eyes were cold and stern, without even a hint of a fake smile on his face. He was too lazy to say a word and pulled out the short thorn stuck in the table with his backhand, wanting to teach these people a lesson they would never forget.

"Hero, wait a minute!" At the critical moment, one of the tall, thin, fierce-looking men shouted in panic, "I have some valuable information here!"

"Oh?" Han Shou stretched out his voice, still with a serious expression, "Tell me about it."

The tall and thin man forced a stiff smile on his face, his voice trembling, as if he was afraid that if Han Shou was unhappy, the short thorn would come down.

"I'll let this young man know..." Perhaps he was sobered up by the shock, the tall and thin man changed to a more appropriate address, "We know the news about the Blood Battle Sutra... Young man, do you know what the Blood Battle Sutra is?"

After hearing this, Ji Zhao regained consciousness. He took a step forward and said, "I know about the Blood Battle Sutra... Could it be that the news you mentioned is to the extent that Wang Li secretly protected Zhang De's descendants?"

"Of course not." The tall and thin man shook his head immediately, but he was a little hesitant when speaking, "I overheard some conversations due to some accidents..."

Han Shou interrupted him, his tone still playful, but with some unquestionable meaning in it: "Accident? It must be stealing."

"...Young man, you are very observant." At this point, perhaps because he felt that it was meaningless to deny it, or perhaps because his hand was too painful, the man was no longer able to argue about such things and just wanted to end it all quickly. He admitted it immediately, "I didn't know about the Blood Battle Sutra at the time, and I didn't care about it, but thinking back on it, one of the two people talking might be Wang Li."

Ji Zhao and Han Shou now began to circulate their internal energy to drive out the drunkenness. The internal energy they both cultivated was of high quality, and with the rapid flow of their internal energy, they soon drove away most of the drunkenness, and their consciousness became much clearer.

"With your level of cultivation, are you able to eavesdrop on the conversation between Senior Wang and others?" After becoming a little more aware, Ji Zhao immediately caught the flaw in the other party's words.

"I was indeed discovered." The man grimaced in pain because of the wound on his hand, and his expression was a little ferocious. However, he knew that he looked ferocious, and was afraid that showing any ferocious appearance would scare the two masters, so he tried his best to control the expression on his face. In the end, the appearance he presented was really abstract, looking like he was crying and laughing at the same time. "But, Senior Wang didn't do anything to me. He just lectured me and let me go."

"Haha..." Han Shou sneered and criticized Wang Li bluntly, "I think you said some pitiful words, and Wang Li is the same. He is old, but he doesn't even have the ability to judge people. I think he is really confused."

The man didn't know whether to respond or not, so he pretended he didn't hear it and continued talking.

"The man who was talking to Mr. Wang was a monk. He sounded very old. From what I heard, it seemed that they wanted to hide someone in the monk's temple... I didn't understand what they meant at the time, but now I think that the person they wanted to hide was probably Zhang De's descendant, so he should be in a temple now."

This was news that they had never heard of. Ji Zhao and Han Shou looked at each other and asked, "How can you prove that what you said is true?"

“Two young men!” The man was about to cry out in pain. “In my current state, how can I make up such a lie? If you don’t know about the Blood Battle Sutra, wouldn’t my seductive eyes be like throwing them to a blind man?”

This made sense, so Ji Zhao took the opportunity to ask, "What else did you hear? Tell me more clearly."

"No...nothing." The latter blushed. "I was far away at the time and only heard one or two words. After that, I was discovered. Moreover, many days passed after that before I rushed here from Fufeng County. I don't remember the details clearly..."

Seeing that this person really couldn't tell much valuable information, Ji Zhao and Han Shou didn't hesitate to contact the government and sent these people in.

"According to this person, Zhang De's descendants are in a certain temple." Han Shou touched his chin, "If we can find that monk, we can definitely find Zhang De's descendants... But, this is of no value to us."

Ji Zhao nodded in agreement: "Yes."

No matter Ji Zhao or Han Shou, they both come from famous families and have their own skills. They would not be interested in the Blood Battle Sutra, especially since it is unethical and not what a gentleman should do. Martial artists from famous families should avoid this kind of situation as much as possible.

However, there are many people who are interested in this news at the moment.

Volume 4: Chapter 67: Funeral

"The Pavilion Master will probably be interested in this news." Ji Zhao said, "Since you are here for the funeral of old scholar Wang, I think you will have to stay here for a while. Let's stop here today."

"Although I haven't had enough fun yet..." Han Shou said with some regret, "But, this is the only way. Anyway, we will see each other again sooner or later."

Afterwards, the two exchanged the approximate location of where they would stay and said goodbye.

Ji Zhao returned to the inn and waited quietly for Liu Hanying. Around nightfall, Liu Hanying came back, and Ji Zhao told him what had happened today.

"The monk from Fufeng County..." Liu Hanying thought about it carefully, but could not think of any relevant information. After all, he and Wang Li did not have much contact, so he naturally knew nothing about the other party's friends. "At this point, it is not convenient for me to go to Fufeng County again."

With Liu Hanying's light-weight body skills, it would be easy for him to take a trip to Fufeng County before the funeral. However, Liu Hanying is not Xiaoyaofeng. He is only in his twenties now, and martial arts has occupied most of his life. When it comes to the ability to collect and process intelligence, the gap between him and Xiaoyaofeng is very large. Even with the title of Luohe Pavilion Master, it is difficult for him to do much under such circumstances... It is not a wise move to rashly leave the Kaihe Fu and look for a monk who may not be useful even if found.

In the end, Liu Hanying simply told Ji Zhao not to worry too much about the matter.

In the following days, Liu Hanying brought Ji Zhao to visit some people he knew who had old grudges with Wang Li, and also spread the news of the arrival of the Luohe Pavilion Master... This was too intimidating. There was no need to elaborate on who Liu Hanying was. His arrival would inevitably deter many villains.

However, there will still be people who choose to go ahead head-on, just like Wu Song who chose to go up the mountain even though he knew there was a tiger there. Sometimes the arrow is on the string and has to be shot... Of course, there is also the idea that a gentleman can be deceived by his own tactics. Everyone in the world knows that Liu Hanying is a gentleman. If Xiaoyaofeng were to put on such an attitude here, haha...

However, Xiaoyaofeng likes fishing, he won't do such things as 'making all the preparations beforehand and then being nice to everyone', he insists on catching all the fish and then grabbing them all when the chance arises!

Wang Li passed away as a great senior, and Liu Hanying really didn't want to make things so ugly... However, if he handled this matter, it would definitely not be as straightforward as Xiao Yaofeng.

Just as Ji Zhao and Han Shou said, with Liu Hanying's status in the underworld, there is no need for him to come here in advance. He can just come and stay there at the appointed time, and wait for anyone who comes up to cause trouble, and then beat them up and that's it. If he is capable, let this group of people call the old people in the family over and beat them up together.

Xiaoyao Feng must have anticipated this, and he might have intended to teach Liu Hanying a lesson so that he wouldn't have to be so gentlemanly in the future and suffer so much in vain.

......

November 2nd was the day for burial. After many days, it was finally time for Wang Li to be buried.

The people of the Yan Dynasty regarded death as life, therefore, they were very particular about the construction of tombs. Although the situation was difficult on the Wang family's side, with the help of some relatives and friends, they still built a nice tomb for Wang Li... This scene looked a bit funny. The remaining three members of the Wang family still lived in that kind of place, but it was really inappropriate to build such a tomb for the dead.

The issue of frugal burials has been mentioned in every dynasty, but it is difficult to actually implement it because the word "filial piety" is too heavy.

Wang led her two children and the people in charge of the funeral to Yulong Mountain outside the city. Wang Li's tomb was built here. Ji Zhao, Liu Hanying, Han Shou, a group of martial artists, Wang Li's close friends and others all came here, quietly waiting for that moment to come.

Wang's daughter had cried so much that she fainted...Wang Li had wasted half his life before he had a daughter, and he doted on her very much. The relationship between father and daughter was very good. The girl was still young and was confused about life and death. She had been in a daze before, and now seeing so many people, she finally realized the weight of the word "death". She knew that she would never see her father again in this life, so her reaction was particularly intense.

Wang, on the other hand, had no expression on her face. She was obviously an old woman, but at this moment she looked as sharp as a blade drawn from its sheath, making people dare not look directly at her. Even when her daughter cried so hard that she fainted, she did not say a word of comfort.

Li Sheng stood at the top and began to talk about Wang Li's achievements. The most commendable thing in his life was of course the assassination of Feng Ji?. Although it failed, and although so many of them died without even seeing Feng Ji?, it was still a remarkable thing, symbolizing the fearless spirit of the Yan people and their courage to sacrifice themselves for the greater good. It can be said that this incident established Wang Li's status as a great senior.

Li Sheng has reached the final summary stage, which is to characterize a person's life, just like the emperor's posthumous title.

“…Wait a minute!”

Such voices still rang out. Even with the reputation of Pavilion Master Luohe, there were people who could not be scared away.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the person coming was a man in his forties or fifties with a beard and a dignified look on his face.

Ji Zhao knew this person. His surname was Qin and his name was Wu. He was also a famous figure in Kaihe Prefecture. His grandson was crippled by Wang Li's palm because of his evil deeds, so he became enemies with Wang Li... In addition, this person was probably the one with the strongest desire for revenge. Liu Hanying had found many people in these days. Regardless of whether they were willing or not, at least when facing Liu Hanying, the world-famous leader of Luohe Pavilion, most people's attitude was very honest. Only this person was an exception. He sneered at Liu Hanying and said, "If you don't want others to know, don't do it yourself." It was obvious that he wanted to cause trouble at the funeral. Now that he spoke, Ji Zhao was not surprised at all.

"Qin Wu!" As soon as Qin Wufu spoke, Wang's eyes widened like an enraged lion and she shouted, "Do you have anything to teach me?!"

Her reaction was really big. As a woman, she called a local celebrity by his name in such an occasion. This was really...

However, Qin Wu was not angry. He looked normal and said calmly, "The Pavilion Master Liu of Luohe Pavilion is here. Qin has nothing to teach you... However, there is one thing. If you don't do it now, I'm afraid you will never have the chance again in the future. I think, at least when he dies, he should pay tribute to his father as a child... Come out."

As Qin Wu's voice fell, a charming woman came out from behind with a child of seven or eight years old.

Volume 4: Chapter 68: Recognition of Relatives

Some are... too dirty.

Ji Zhao shook his head secretly. In fact, at this point, it didn't matter whether the child was Wang Li's or not. Even if there was really a one percent chance, it would be better if he didn't say it earlier or later, but chose this time to say it... It was so dirty that it made people speechless.

There was still no expression on Wang's face. She knew that today's incident was doomed to end badly, and she had already prepared to fight to the end. But if you looked closely, you could find that her knuckles had already turned white from using too much force.

"Qin Wu......!" At this moment, the young man behind Wang stepped forward and scolded Qin Wu fearlessly. This man was the descendant of the partner who assassinated Feng Ji with Wang Li. His name was Chang Qing and he was also handsome. "Don't talk nonsense in front of my father's grave!"

Qin Wu was also a famous local, but now he was being called by a woman and a child. If it was normal, he would have frowned. However, now he seemed very calm: "Oh, Chang boy, you are so rude. Today is the day of the funeral. Qin will not bother with you... You said Qin was talking nonsense, but what evidence can you show? Qin can show evidence."

Qin Wu paused for a moment, then cleared his throat and said in a deep voice, "Let me tell you, this woman was born in Yuanmu County, Hede Prefecture. She had to sell herself to a brothel to make a living... Nine years ago, our Wang Li, Wang Cunzhi (Zi), passed through Yuanmu County to deal with the Hede bandits. There he met his best friend from many years ago, a righteous man who had helped him assassinate Feng Ji? The two of them went to a restaurant to have a drink. After that, perhaps because the wine stimulated his desire, or perhaps because old scholar Wang was still strong, the two of them went to a brothel and each found a woman to sleep with for a night."

By the way, since the Yan Dynasty was created with the Song Dynasty as the background, then the matter of prostitution was actually very open. Except for officials who were not allowed to visit prostitutes, literati and poets were proud of it... To put it more bluntly, why were there so many prostitutes? It was because of the frequent wars. Many people's hometowns were conquered by the Ning people. Even if they escaped with their lives, they had no means to make a living. So men became bandits and women sold themselves to brothels.

Just ask yourself, if there is a decent job, who would be willing to do this... It is also a microcosm of ordinary people in this great era.

Visiting prostitutes was not a big deal in the Yan Dynasty, just like the Song Dynasty in history, the so-called dirty Tang and chaotic Song, which can be seen from this... But it also depends on the person.

Wang Li is not some scholar who goes in and out of brothels with a folding fan. He is a senior in the martial arts world, a righteous man who once assassinated Feng Ji, and is selfless and dedicated to his work. His family of four lives in such a dilapidated house. With this image and this personality, if you say that he goes to visit prostitutes... that would be a collapse of his personality.