Chapter 14: The Gap Between Practitioners and the Underworld

How magnificent is Yu Tu, so brave and heroic, his fierceness is not the same as that of ordinary beasts!

The sudden change in the momentum of the young man, from a docile scholar, turned into a colorful tiger, causing the spring rain to stagnate and break!

The big man with a red scarf covering his mouth suddenly felt a sense of suffocation in his heart!

He seemed to hear a tiger roar, the king of beasts stood on the top of the forest, looking down with a frown, roaring like thunder, and the big man was dizzy.

The young man moved like a tiger, slapping away his fist with a slap, and then followed with a palm, hitting his chest. A huge force made the big man's pupils shrink, his chest instantly sank, and the sound of ribs breaking was like a series of bursts.

His whole body suddenly shot back at a speed faster than running out, and fell to the ground, his back rubbed against the ground, and the water accumulated by the spring rain was swept away.

With just one move, the extremely ferocious big man was defeated on the ground, unable to move!

In the alley, the remaining two men lost their grim smiles.

"Cultivator?!"

Their lips stammered, and the voices of shock and anger with disbelief exploded in the spring rain!

"Old man Liu Qingyan tricked us! Didn't he say he was just an ordinary young painter? How did he become a cultivator?!"

"Let us wait for ordinary thugs to kill the cultivator, are you sending us to death?!"

The two men were shocked and angry, and there was a chill of despair in their hearts.

In the streets, the wailing of the red-turbaned man was lingering, which was very miserable. Anle's tiger style just now, the blood circulation, the energy generation, the power burst was more than five times that of an ordinary person!

He almost slapped the red-turbaned man to death!

The reason why practitioners are respected is that once they set foot in cultivation, it is a qualitative transformation, and their physique and reaction speed are greatly improved. The strength of the body-building warriors who have opened the blood and qi realm is enough to beat any ordinary strong man!

These gang thugs are naturally not cultivators. If they were cultivators, they would not have become thugs. Not to mention the subsidies given by the court, the ability of cultivators to make money alone would not make them cheap gang thugs.

Anle held up an oil-paper umbrella. The spring rain gradually became more rapid, falling like pearls and jade, bouncing on the umbrella. He frowned slightly and stared at the suddenly panicked men in front of him.

"In broad daylight, you actually want to break the hands of a scholar?"

He was surprised, angry, and a little chilled.

It was also the first time that he felt that such a dirty thing was buried under this bright and beautiful Lin'an Prefecture.

He asked himself that he had not offended anyone. After coming to Lin'an Prefecture, except for going to the West Lake to watch the female sword fairy courtesan, Piaomiao Linchen, he did everything in a disciplined and law-abiding manner.

But why did he still attract malicious attacks?

Did someone pay these people to break his hands?

Breaking his hands is equivalent to breaking his future. He has no chance to take the imperial examinations, and he is also incapable of painting. His future will be dark!

Who could it be?

Countless doubts flooded in like a tide.

Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Anle thought about it, and slowly stepped out with an umbrella, walking towards the two big men in the alley.

Although the two people in the alley were terrified, they had no way out at this moment.

When they learned that Anle was not only a cultivator, but also a scholar of the current dynasty, they even thought about killing Liu Qingyan. Such a person, can they also provoke?

Even if they were lucky enough to break Anle's hand, how would they deal with the wrath of the court?

However, these gang thugs who were licking blood on the tip of the knife had no intention of fighting with Anle at this moment. Anle was a cultivator. Even if they fought to the death, the chance of winning was extremely slim. It would be better to run away.

The two big men fled separately. Whoever could escape was left to fate.

Anle didn't intend to let anyone go. He quickened his pace and rushed forward with the tiger step of the Five Animals Body Building, approaching a big man. The oil-paper umbrella he was holding suddenly gathered together, and he gently handed out a sword-like sword. He visualized the mind of the sword waterfall picture, and the paper umbrella was like a sword.

An umbrella was against the big man's chest, and the energy was transmitted. The big man stared with blood, his back bulged, and the energy exploded in a circle. His body flew backwards and fell to the ground, leaving a mess on the ground.

Shaking off the water stains, the spring rain draped over his shoulders, Anle's blood and energy circulated, the heat flow evaporated the rain, and a slightly white mist appeared.

Facing another fleeing person, he threw the oil-paper umbrella in his hand.

Instantly!

The whistling oil-paper umbrella seemed to turn into a flying sword across. With the blessing of the sword dancer's Dao fruit, this oil-paper umbrella wrapped in blood and energy directly hit the fleeing thug, and the tip of the umbrella pierced the opponent's flesh and defeated him to the ground.

Three wails, one after another.

That day, Anle finally understood the gap between cultivators and ordinary people in the martial arts world... like the distance between an eagle soaring in the sky and an ant whose square inch is the world.

Anle was soaked by the spring rain. He slowly turned around, looked at the three big men, and asked again.

"Who sent you here?"

...

...

On the Zuilong Pavilion.

Liu Qingyan was stunned. The celadon cup in his hand fell on the table without being held firmly. The expensive drunken clouds in the cup spilled all over the table.

"Cultivator... Is Anle a cultivator?!"

Liu Qingyan's hair stood on end.

The information given by Mr. Luo was wrong!

Anle is a cultivator. Such important information, why was it not mentioned in the information? !

If he knew that Anle was a cultivator, he would never dare to send thugs to commit crimes. Wouldn't that be courting death? !

Or... all this was calculated by Mr. Luo?

"It's over. Mr. Luo hurt me!"

Liu Qingyan was extremely sad. He looked at the table full of delicious food and wine, but he couldn't eat or drink at all. There was no way out.

He hurriedly paid dozens of taels of wine and food, and hurried downstairs, intending to leave Zuilong Pavilion and go back to pack his bags and run away. Although he was reluctant to leave the foundation that allowed him to live a comfortable life after working hard for so many years in Lin'an Prefecture, his life was still important!

However, as soon as he left Zuilong Pavilion, a familiar and luxurious carriage stopped at the door.

The curtain was lifted, and the man's cold face appeared on the window of the carriage.

"Mr. Luo, why didn't you mention that Anle was a cultivator in the information you gave?!"

Seeing Mr. Luo, Liu Qingyan felt depressed and blurted out, as if questioning.

In the carriage, Mr. Luo's cold face suddenly smiled in the spring rain.

"You messed up again."

"You failed in both things."

Mr. Luo's smile was as warm as spring, but Liu Qingyan felt as cold as falling into an ice well.

He recalled his questioning and wanted to slap him.

Who do you think you are? How dare you question Mr. Luo? !

"You sent people to kill a scholar with meritorious service, and you are also a cultivator. Once the court asks for punishment, you can't escape. Take the initiative to turn yourself in. You can still be given a lighter sentence. After all, you are working for Young Master Qin, and he will protect you."

Mr. Luo said lightly, then let go, and the curtain fell.

Was his information wrong?

In fact, it was not wrong. He had met Anle before and noticed that Anle had successfully cultivated his spirit and entered into a state of concentration, but...

It was just a state of concentration, not a body training. With only the power of the mind that had just entered into a state of concentration, if the thugs in the rivers and lakes fought desperately, Anle would still end up with his hand broken.

But Mr. Luo had never thought that this young man...started from scratch in one night, opened up his blood and qi without any signs, and stepped into the first realm of body-building martial arts.

It is quite rare to open up blood and qi in one night, and his talent is also extraordinary.

He made a mistake, but it was not a big problem. In fact, Mr. Luo was more interested in this young scholar.

Liu Qingyan, who was outside the carriage, showed a touch of joy when he heard this. Mr. Luo said that Young Master Qin would protect him?

That's safe. In Lin'an Prefecture, Young Master Qin's power can easily protect him as a painter in a painting boat. Even if he had been involved in many murders before, it would only take a word for Young Master Qin to protect him.

"Thank you Mr. Luo for your advice. I will go to the government office to surrender myself."

Liu Qingyan's face was uncertain. After thinking for a moment, he bowed deeply to the carriage.

The luxurious carriage was silent and no longer paid attention to Liu Qingyan.

Liu Qingyan raised his head, the rain wet his hair and beard, he stammered, then turned around and walked slowly towards the government office, after a few steps, he began to run quickly, faster and faster, and the direction was also a little off.

Will Young Master Qin protect him?

Are you kidding me? !

Will you believe this, Mr. Luo?

Liu Qingyan didn't believe it, he had to escape! Escape from Lin'an Prefecture, hide your identity and you can live!

On the long street, the disheveled old painter ran wildly, the sound of his feet stepping on the stagnant water, constantly splashing.

Snap!

A sudden muffled sound.

The old painter's body suddenly separated from his head, and a head was thrown high up, accompanied by the spraying blood, intertwined with the spring rain, like a landscape ink splashing.

The spring rain fell densely.

In front of Zuilong Pavilion.

The carriage stood still, the breeze with the rain blew up the curtains slightly, and a figure sat in it, with a small sword floating in his hand that brought back blood.

After a long time.

The wheel of the car crushed the water in the cracks of the blue bricks and drove slowly towards the quiet street.

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