The Great Tao Chronicle

The moment the door opened, air roared in the mourning hall.

boom!

Before he finished speaking, An Qisheng stepped under his feet, and the violently rolling airflow sounded like a cannonball.

In an instant, the airflow in the hall rose rapidly, mixed with the night wind pouring in, sweeping the entire mourning hall at once.

boom!

While striding forward, he threw his arm and punched Zhao Hongxuan in front of the coffin like a spear!

"you!"

Zhao Hongxuan was startled and wanted to say something, but his face was distorted by the turbulent airflow, and he couldn't say a word.

too fast!

too fast!

He only felt a flower in front of him, and the terrifying murderous intent was already rushing towards him, causing his heart to tremble and his breath to be short of breath.

I can't take this punch.

Zhao Hongxuan's heart trembled, and the crisis was a masterpiece.

At this time, the cold side of the person appeared, and the moment the fist wind spread, the palm of his support on the coffin suddenly became strong, and the internal force was spit out.

Boom!

Sawdust flying all over the sky!

The flying coffin was smashed to pieces by An Qisheng, and the cold and hard corpse swirled several meters under the wind, knocking over the decorations of the mourning hall.

"Ah! Zhao Hongxuan, you bastard!"

The old woman's eyes were split, and she rushed towards her son's body, uttering a bitter and bitter curse.

But Zhao Hongxuan could no longer hear the old woman's anger.

In the air of sawdust flying all over the sky.

A fist pierced through and slammed heavily on his arms that were parrying in front of him.

boom!

The sound of bones cracking resounded in the mourning hall, Zhao Hongxuan coughed up blood and flew upside down, and he was beaten up from the ground.

At this time, he also saw the appearance of the person coming.

He has white hair, dark robes, and a cold and murderous look on his old face.

"King"

Zhao Hongxuan's pupils shrank, and the words spurted out together with blood:

"I have a secret"

But An Qisheng did not delay in the slightest, and the impact of one step has not stopped at all.

Fist with elbows, elbows with shoulders, body and mind move in unison, and energy is released in unison.

call!

The blood mist that Zhao Hongxuan spewed out had not spread, and the syllables he uttered still stopped at the corner of his mouth.

An Qisheng has already caught up!

The fist hit the chin, the elbow hit the chest, the body turned, and the Baji Iron Mountain leaned!

Boom!

With a collision, Zhao Hongxuan's eyes suddenly burst, and blood spurted out from the seven orifices like arrows.

click

Zhao Hongxuan's body slammed into the wall with the sound of bones shattering like rain hitting a banana.

boom!

The wall shook, the blue bricks shattered, and the crack cobwebs generally spread.

His body was embedded in the wall under this collision!

"Hehe~"

Zhao Hongxuan struggled in vain, and all the unwillingness passed away with his last breath.

"unnecessary"

An Qisheng closed his fists and stood up, responding lightly.

And only then did the old woman just hold Zhao Qiandu's body in her arms.

Seeing this scene, she suddenly laughed miserably:

"Haha! Haha! Retribution, retribution! Zhao Hongxuan, you have killed so many people, it's your turn after all!"

An Qisheng stood indifferently and did not start again.

Because in the ruins of the mourning hall, the old woman holding her son's body had already set the mourning hall on fire, and the flames engulfed the flying paper sticks and drowned her figure.

"Retribution, retribution!"

Ye Xiao's shrill screams echoed in the sea of ​​​​fire.

"The water is gone! The water is gone!"

"Young master's mourning hall is gone!"

"Come and put out the fire!"

The fire snake that rose with the billowing smoke was finally discovered.

The dozens of guards patrolling outside the inner courtyard suddenly changed color and rushed towards the inner courtyard.

"The desire to survive is really strong."

On the edge of the sea of ​​​​fire, An Qisheng stood with his hands down, looked at the sea of ​​​​fire, and spoke softly.

He has a deep grasp of the human body, and he can tell at a glance the state of life and death that the old woman in the sea of ​​​​fire is not dead.

To be able to come up with such a method in a short period of time, this old woman is also a ruthless character.

If he hadn't always been cautious, he would have been deceived by her.

"Ah! You, you devil, devil!"

In the flames, the old woman screamed.

She finally couldn't resist the fire snake's licking, and the whole person danced in the sea of ​​​​fire.

It wasn't until the screams disappeared, and the guards from the fire rushed into the inner courtyard, he just straightened up and disappeared into the night.

He didn't leave. After crossing the inner courtyard, he turned his footsteps and headed towards the place where the Zhao family hides the gold.

Having dreamed about Zhao Qiandu, he not only had no sympathy for the Zhao family, but also knew most of their secrets.

For example, the location of gold and silver jewelry.

After turning over the backyard, it was the small courtyard where Zhao Hongxuan lived.

The small courtyard was lined up in sequence, where many of Zhao Hongxuan's concubines lived.

At this time, seeing the fire, the yard was also lit with candles.

An Qisheng's body flashed, and he had come to Zhao Hongxuan's bedroom, reached out and pushed it, broke the door bolt, and entered the room.

"Who? My lord? What's going on outside, so noisy?"

As soon as he entered the room, a soft and delicate voice came from the bed behind the screen.

puff~

An Qisheng stepped out one step, and a stone picked up on the road stunned the woman.

Familiarly opened the dark room in the bedroom.

Pushing the door and entering, the eyes immediately lit up, and the golden light illuminated his eyes.

"It's really Zhumen's wine and meat that stinks, and the road is frozen to death."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly, leaned over and swept away all the gold and silver, ancient books, and even some collected weapons.

Turn away.

squeak~

Before dawn, Chen Asi pushed open the door, rubbed his sore waist, and prepared to start his day.

He wanted to rest, but couldn't.

Young children, a seriously ill wife, and elderly parents are all on his shoulders, and he cannot let go.

He gritted his teeth and walked into the cold wind.

Suddenly, he seemed to have stepped on a stone, staggered, and almost fell into the snow.

"what is this?"

Chen Asi scratched his head, turned to look, and was stunned: "Silver, silver?"

Under the threshold of his house, there was a piece of silver!

He could see clearly, even the pattern on the silver and the frost condensed on it.

This is silver.

He was running the hall in the inn, and he had seen him many times.

He jumped up almost like a thief, holding the silver in his palm.

The biting cold stung his palms, but his heart was burning like fire.

boom!

He closed the door.

"Cough cough! Fourth brother, you, are you in severe pain? Well, take a rest today, cough cough."

On the bed, the woman with a yellow face struggled to sit up.

"Juan, you, look."

Chen Asi carefully spread his palms.

"Asi, you, where did you get the money?"

The woman was stunned.

"No matter where it came from, you, your illness is saved."

Chen Asi's vision blurred:

"I, Chen Asi, have never done anything bad in my life. This time, I will. No matter who the money is, I will not pay it back."

Same thing.

Happened to poor families throughout Nanliang County.

Some people are ecstatic, some people kneel down to worship the gods, some people cry like rain, some people are afraid and scared

And all this,

As the initiator, An Qisheng didn't care.

He believed that the wisdom of these ordinary people who were scrambling in the market, they would hide this little money.

And even if it is discovered, this is not a large amount of silver, nor can it arouse the greed of others.

Not to do bad things with good intentions.

"Unfortunately, this is only a temporary solution."

In the small courtyard, An Qisheng sat cross-legged on the bed, looking at the unfading stars from the open window, sighing in his heart.

The long-standing war and chaos in the long-floating world may not affect many counties in the inland, but the exorbitant taxes will not be reduced by half.

Most of the people, including the decent warriors like Wang Quan before, lived very poor.

There are not a few people who work hard, even if they don't have enough to eat.

Zhang Haohao and Jiang Tingting were sold by their biological parents, but their adoptive parents and adoptive mothers could not support them. fate.

The money he scatters is a lot, but compared with the poor in the world, it is very little.

Even the poor in Nanliang County could not be relieved at all.

He knew that this was the fault of the system, and even the world, and that it was impossible for one person to reverse it.

"A mere squire saves this money"

After a sigh, An Qisheng counted his spoils.

The wealth of the Zhao family made An Qisheng a little surprised.

Thousands of taels of silver notes, seven pieces of gold, one hundred taels of gold, more scattered pieces of silver than this, almost filled a large box.

Of course, most of them were some IOUs and deeds of prostitution, all of which were also burned clean by him.

However, what he got was only one tenth, or even one percent, of the Zhao family at most.

The real big head is the shops, Tianmu, and half the city of Zhao's family. It's not just talking about it.

It's just this, it's not something he can intervene.

Unless he forms a power, these things can only be turned around in the hands of many gentry forever, one family perishes and one family prospers, and it starts and ends again and again.

This has happened countless times over tens of thousands of years.

Putting away the gold coins, An Qisheng took out several ancient books and lined them up.

"Twelve Serial Swords", "Black Tiger Sword" and "Heqigong" are three secret books, the latter two are the martial arts learned by Zhao Hongxuan~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It seems to be different from Wang Quan Laodao's Wuming Boy Gong.

These three cheats are all yellowed, obviously they have been circulating for a long time.

When I opened it, there were many annotations with obviously different handwriting, apparently passed down from generation to generation.

hum~

While flipping through the classics, rays of light flashed in his perspective.

On these ancient books handed down by yellowing, there is indeed a Taoist force preserved.

Glancing at the beating Dao Power, after reading these three cheats one by one, his Dao Power has accumulated to forty-four points.

Most of them were provided by the twelve serial knives.

"This power is not the spiritual power I think, but the most essential wisdom of a person"

An Qisheng was thoughtful, and then he communicated with a picture:

"Searching for Kong San's Message"