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The Daliang Kingdom has experienced six generations of emperors and four dynasties, and it is now the twenty-fifth year of Emperor Xuande's reign.
It is said that when the fight between Emperor Taizu and the remnants of the previous dynasty reached a fever pitch, fire suddenly fell from the sky, and overnight, all the remnants of the previous dynasty were wiped out.
Nowadays, the national power of Daliang is becoming stronger and stronger.
The reigning Emperor Xuande governed the Qingming Dynasty and established the Xuanwu Guard to monitor the warriors of the world.
Yangzhou.
The county town of Zhangjun.
Liancang City.
Little bits of snowflakes were mixed with the north wind, blowing on the faces of every pedestrian in a hurry.
Several miscellaneous soldiers wearing large cotton-padded jackets leaned at the city gate and shouted loudly at the people entering the city.
"There's a curfew coming soon. Those who have money will stay in the inn. Those who don't have money can go over there."
Most of the people who enter the city from the east gate are poor people, and there is not much money to be squeezed out.
After collecting the entrance fee, a few lazy men drove away the people entering the city like flies.
After entering through the east city gate, heading east is what the soldiers call the slums.
Somo was wearing a shabby long coat, with twisted wrinkles on his face mixed with soot black. He looked like a poor old man at the end of his life.
After the soldiers took one look at him, they naturally recognized him as a refugee from the county and drove him towards the so-called slums.
It was already the middle of winter, and no one knew that it had been more than three months since he came to this world.
After staring at the many white papers hanging on the city gate, Somo strode into them as if nothing had happened.
When Somo's figure disappeared into the wind and snow, a piece of white paper hanging on the city gate was blown by the cold wind and fell to the ground.
The leading soldier shouted bad luck, spit on the back of the paper, and put it on again.
After combing the front of the crumpled white paper and straightening the large characters of the title, the leader stood back.
"My lord, is this a wanted criminal? The man who went in just now looks a bit similar."
A man with a simple face and a thin body said timidly.
"Go, go, go, whoever is hanging on this is not a big thief, let's talk about the heart-destroying demon Soma on this paper. It is said that people killed by this demon have all their muscles and veins severed, and even their hearts were hit. It was broken into pieces, and the scene was so horrific.”
"From the beginning, this person was chased by the government with a reward of 30 taels of silver, committing crimes everywhere. Now he has a reward of 500 taels of silver, and has the strength of Ming Jin's peak. How can such a evil person be among your group? Is Kuhaha going to the city?"
As he spoke, the leader seemed to feel that there were more people blocking the city gate to listen to the story. He waved his hand, and several of his men kicked and beat them, scaring the crowd of assholes to roll and crawl.
Sumo, who didn't hear the people behind him talking about him, hurried into the city. After a delicious meal at the inn, he asked the waiter to open the room and rested.
The most dangerous place is the safest place.
The reason why Su Mo, who has always been on the tip of a knife, has never been caught by the government is not only because of his peak Ming Jin strength, but also because of his audacity.
The inn where we stayed today was only two hundred steps away from the government office. When we opened the window of the room, we could directly see the officials coming in and out of the government office.
No matter how much these people wanted to take advantage of them, they never expected that such a powerful thief would live next to them.
[Name: Sumo]
[Age: sixty-eight]
[Cultivation: Peak of Ming Jin (Qi and Blood Decline)]
[Dharma: One layer of Vajra Palm, one layer of Flying on Grass, and one layer of Vajra Power]
After gaining insight, Sumo nodded with satisfaction.
When he first traveled to this world, he discovered that although there were no immortal cultivators in this world, they were further ahead in martial arts than the world he was in.
There are even rumors that the warrior Zhen reached the peak of the Transformation Realm and almost shattered the void and soared into the sky.
Although there was a time difference of 800, he never dared to forget in his heart that the crisis in the world where his true body was located was imminent.
If there is no progress within a year, going back will be a dead end.
The world is different, and the language is of course different, but fortunately, Insight can help him understand the meaning of the fonts. In a world with low literacy, the language is also not complicated.
In just one month, basic communication was no longer a problem.
In the remaining two months, he visited several martial arts gyms in various places, hoping to acquire martial arts skills for the purpose of asking for advice.
In addition to his physical cultivation being at the pinnacle of Ming Jin, his martial arts skills in his previous life were extremely poor, so it's no wonder that he doesn't have a discerning eye.
It's a pity that no martial arts school is willing to accept a sixty-eight-year-old man as a disciple and teach him the skills.
In desperation, Sumo had no choice but to attack and kill at night and seize the skills, regardless of the moral principles of the world.
In this world, time is getting shorter and shorter. With Sumo's methods and strength that have been in the world for decades, it is not impossible to save the country and obtain the secret book.
For example, the warriors of the ancestral Vajra Palm can be suppressed and subdued, and there are also two subsequent museum owners. There are at least hundreds of ways to beat them to get the secret book.
"But, I don't want to do this." Sumo sighed leisurely in his heart.
Time waits for no one, and a minute's delay is a crisis. He is not a newcomer to the world, and he knows how to choose.
His martial arts is improving, and now he can fight against his former self, but right now, what's more important is how to escape from a near-death situation.
After a night of silence, the next morning, after smearing the coal black from his pocket on his face again, Somo raised his body and jumped out from the back wall of the inn.
In three months, he learned a lot about Daliang Kingdom.
The place where we are now is Liancang City, the county where the founding emperor of the Liang Kingdom raised troops.
From Liancang City, 800 kilometers north is where the capital of Daliang Kingdom is located.
Close to the capital, the economy of Liancang City was much richer than where Somo first came, and wandering merchants could be seen everywhere on the road.
Walk among them.
Pedestrians talked and heard a lot of information, mostly just casually. Somo was also looking for information that would be helpful to him.
Emperor Tian pays off his conscientious people.
When two young men with beaming faces walked past each other, Sumo finally heard it.
"Today, the Xuanwu Guards have updated their wanted list. Although the heart-destroying demon Sumo is at the peak of Ming Jin and there is nothing we can do about it, this jade-faced man has only just entered Ming Jin. With the help of you and me, we can find him. These five One hundred taels of silver will be ours."
"Jade-faced Langjun? This man is not easy to find! The Xuanwu Guards have been looking for him for several years, but in the end, not even a human figure was found?"
"No, this jade-faced gentleman, I heard that he has a superb form-changing skill. Over the years, I don't know how many government officials and Xuanwu Guardsmen have passed by him without noticing him. But, I have a piece of news, but Help us catch him."
As he spoke, the young man on the left grasped the long sword hanging on his waist, as if he was in control of it.
"Say it quickly, say it quickly, the big deal is, you, you and I will share the money equally."
"It is said that when this jade-faced man goes somewhere, his favorite thing is to hunt for women. I got the news that there are only one family in our Liancang City that he can like."
As he spoke, the young man stopped talking and looked around cautiously. After finding that no one was listening, he whispered a name into the ear of another young man.
…
"Mrs. Chen?"
Sumo, who was sitting on the side of the road and listened to the two people's words without missing a word, suddenly moved his brows, a light flashed across his eyes, and he used the Insight Technique to see the two people's whispers at a glance.
Shapeshifting? It sounds awesome!
His primary purpose in coming to this world was not to learn martial arts or to find a way to immortality. The question before him now was how to survive.
Neither the Vajra Palm nor flying on the grass could help him.
If he wants to escape from the encirclement of the three major sects, he can only use skill. Otherwise, there is no way a dying man can use martial arts to fight out.
After watching the two young men leave, Sumo thought for a moment, stood up, asked for directions, and left quickly.
Half an hour later, under a high wall, under the usually clean door wall, there was an old beggar.
There seemed to be something wrong with the beggar's legs. He was limping. Pedestrians passing by and acquaintances nearby just glanced at him and stopped paying attention.
Everyone knows that this poor old man is just another poor person who has been harmed by the world!
No one would associate threats with such an old man who could fall over with a gust of wind!
The Jade Faced Man is certainly no exception!
"You're a good man, please let me go."
Seeing the old man sitting at the table looking murderous, thinking deeply, and smiling again, Zhang Chong, who was tied to the bed, became increasingly cautious.
Before he passed away, the master once told him that there are two types of people who should not be messed with:
First, a person with high strength.
Second, people with mental problems.
Now, in Zhang Chong's eyes, Somo was naturally classified into the second type of person.
"Don't worry, I will let you go after I master the art of shape-changing."
Sitting on the floor and looking at his thoughts on the first floor, Sumo did not reveal his conditions.
The first level is shape-changing. Those with outstanding talents can get started in just one hour and can change their skeleton and body.
Those with average talent, such as the newly appointed head of the Thieves Sect, took two and a half hours to get started.
Hearing this, Zhang Chong also nodded, indicating that he had no objection.
The night in Daliang was not long, and at the beginning of the morning, the sky was already turning white.
In the Dizi room of Liancang City Inn.
After a heart-wrenching creaking sound, the figure sitting cross-legged in the room stood up.
The big man was eight feet tall. When he walked around the room, he walked like a dragon and a tiger, like a general on the battlefield.
The figure stood in front of the life-size bronze mirror and took a picture. He seemed extremely satisfied with his current figure.
After sitting cross-legged and back on the ground again, there was another sound, and the big man turned into a slightly rickety old man.
"The hero is really talented. He can easily get started in just five and a half hours. He is truly an unparalleled genius."
Hearing Zhang Chong's words that went against his heart, Su Mo couldn't help but blush.
Even if you have low talent, you can get started with this technique in only three hours.
But it took him a full five and a half hours.
However, with a time difference of eight hundred to one, time is not a precious thing to him.
He glanced at the jade-faced gentleman Zhang Chong who was lying on the bed, tied up, begging for mercy, and then looked at the window where a ray of light came in.
A dagger was accurately inserted into Zhang Chong's trachea.
This is the most painful way to die. The deceased must slowly taste the passage of life and feel the gradual seepage of blood.
But again, this is the least likely way to leave evidence of murder.
No nonsense, the person who killed was extremely calm.
"Woo."
As the blood spurted out, the person tied on the bed was frightened and his vision became blurred.
Without looking at Zhang Chong's miserable appearance, he took out the notes he had prepared and put them on the table. He picked up two secret books, and calmly opened the door and walked out.
At the end of Mao Shi, the city gate of Liancang City opened. With Somo's old man's foot power, he rushed to the city gate. In terms of time, it was just right.
Chenshi.
When the waiter at the inn came up to clean up on time, he suddenly smelled an unusual smell.
He hurriedly pushed open the door of the ground-sized room, and the Shura scene inside made the young boy who had never seen the world fall to the ground on the spot.
When the shopkeeper downstairs followed the sound and came up, he was also shocked and speechless on the spot.
The inn is dead! And he’s a distinguished guest!
The numb shopkeeper's mind instantly thought of countless plots of killing people and seizing treasures, but a white note on the table attracted the shopkeeper's attention:
Deceased: Zhang Chong, nicknamed Yu-faced Langjun, a wanted criminal by Xuanwu Guard!
The Daliang Kingdom has experienced six generations of emperors and four dynasties, and it is now the twenty-fifth year of Emperor Xuande's reign.
It is said that when the fight between Emperor Taizu and the remnants of the previous dynasty reached a fever pitch, fire suddenly fell from the sky, and overnight, all the remnants of the previous dynasty were wiped out.
Nowadays, the national power of Daliang is becoming stronger and stronger.
The reigning Emperor Xuande governed the Qingming Dynasty and established the Xuanwu Guard to monitor the warriors of the world.
Yangzhou.
The county town of Zhangjun.
Liancang City.
Little bits of snowflakes were mixed with the north wind, blowing on the faces of every pedestrian in a hurry.
Several miscellaneous soldiers wearing large cotton-padded jackets leaned at the city gate and shouted loudly at the people entering the city.
"There's a curfew coming soon. Those who have money will stay in the inn. Those who don't have money can go over there."
Most of the people who enter the city from the east gate are poor people, and there is not much money to be squeezed out.
After collecting the entrance fee, a few lazy men drove away the people entering the city like flies.
After entering through the east city gate, heading east is what the soldiers call the slums.
Somo was wearing a shabby long coat, with twisted wrinkles on his face mixed with soot black. He looked like a poor old man at the end of his life.
After the soldiers took one look at him, they naturally recognized him as a refugee from the county and drove him towards the so-called slums.
It was already the middle of winter, and no one knew that it had been more than three months since he came to this world.
After staring at the many white papers hanging on the city gate, Somo strode into them as if nothing had happened.
When Somo's figure disappeared into the wind and snow, a piece of white paper hanging on the city gate was blown by the cold wind and fell to the ground.
The leading soldier shouted bad luck, spit on the back of the paper, and put it on again.
After combing the front of the crumpled white paper and straightening the large characters of the title, the leader stood back.
"My lord, is this a wanted criminal? The man who went in just now looks a bit similar."
A man with a simple face and a thin body said timidly.
"Go, go, go, whoever is hanging on this is not a big thief, let's talk about the heart-destroying demon Soma on this paper. It is said that people killed by this demon have all their muscles and veins severed, and even their hearts were hit. It was broken into pieces, and the scene was so horrific.”
"From the beginning, this person was chased by the government with a reward of 30 taels of silver, committing crimes everywhere. Now he has a reward of 500 taels of silver, and has the strength of Ming Jin's peak. How can such a evil person be among your group? Is Kuhaha going to the city?"
As he spoke, the leader seemed to feel that there were more people blocking the city gate to listen to the story. He waved his hand, and several of his men kicked and beat them, scaring the crowd of assholes to roll and crawl.
Sumo, who didn't hear the people behind him talking about him, hurried into the city. After a delicious meal at the inn, he asked the waiter to open the room and rested.
The most dangerous place is the safest place.
