Chapter 31 The Boy's First Murder

The east wind does not blow away sorrow, but spring can cause long hatred.

In the small courtyard on a chilly spring night, the fierce collision seemed to decide the winner in just a breath, and the cold wind blew at night, as if it caused a long resentment.

This resentment naturally came from Hu Jingang who was lying on the ground. He hated the noble who asked him to kill the young man, and the driver outside the alley.

From the moment the young man's fetal breath showed his mind and his chopsticks were like flying swords, he felt gloomy and had a bad premonition.

The intelligence was wrong, which made him angry, but it was not impossible to fight the fetal breath with the opening of qi and blood.

However, when the young man who was sitting in meditation stood up and turned into a tiger, the qi and blood that grew and flowed from the skin and meridians were stronger than him, and the momentum was more majestic than him, Hu Jingang wanted to curse in his heart.

What a rubbish intelligence, it is a trap to kill people!

The boy's Qi and blood were perfect, and his momentum was like a tiger. In a moment of confrontation, Hu Jingang was defeated. It can be seen that the body-building method that the boy learned must be of a very high grade, which is definitely not comparable to what he learned.

Refining the spirit and fetal breath, and forging the body are both for the perfection of Qi and blood. The other party's practice method is of a higher grade, so why kill him?

With one move, Hu Jingang was knocked back, his back slid to the ground, but he was experienced after all, and he stood up from the ground with a carp jump.

The boy came to kill him in the bird style!

The five animals for body building, the tiger style is fierce, the bear style is steady, the deer style and the ape style are all agile, and the bird style is like a sword, which is the best match for Anle who now has the self-transformed "natural swordsman" Dao fruit.

Although there is no sword in his hand, the bird style is like a sword in hand!

The blood and qi in the meridians pushed the force to generate strength. Hu Jingang, who stood up, had not yet reacted. Anle had already approached his body with the deer style, and his sword-like palm chopped his chest one after another.

Hu Jingang flew horizontally again and fell to the ground fiercely. His skin and flesh were bloody, several sternums were broken, and the organs protected by the bones seemed to be cracked. Blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. His face was gloomy and he had no power to resist.

Anle ended with the bird style, looking at Hu Jingang indifferently, and the excitement in his heart slowly subsided.

The battle can be said to be crushing. With the blessing of fifteen strands of time, the power of the Five Animals Tiger Pounce increased greatly. Coupled with the perfect blood and qi, a slap came down, as powerful as a white-browed tiger with hanging eyes, and Hu Jingang was almost slapped to death.

With the help of the sword-like bird style continuous attack, Hu Jingang was completely beaten like a sandbag.

Anle understood that there was a gap between the two, even though they both had perfect blood and qi. This gap... came from the practice method.

It was like Hu Jingang was fighting An Le's "Five Animals Body Building Exercise" with the "Zhao Zu Chang Quan Castrated Version" which was everywhere on the street. It was not unfair for him to be beaten.

The leaves of the big locust tree rustled in the cold spring night wind.

An Le grabbed the thick-backed broadsword on the ground that Hu Jingang used as a hidden weapon. The sword was quite heavy, but with An Le's current blood and strength, it was not difficult to grab it.

"Little brother, can you spare my life?"

Hu Jingang said while bleeding.

An Le dragged the sword and walked to his side, looking down at Hu Jingang lying on the ground.

"Reason." An Le said.

"I can give you all my family property, a total of eighteen Yuan Ling Tong Bao, hidden in a secret place. If I live, I can take it out for you." Hu Jingang endured the pain of broken bones and said slowly.

"Only eighteen? Poor guy, I will make a painting for the Lin family, and the reward is ten Yuan Ling Tong Bao."

An Le leaned on the sword, glanced at him, and said heartbreakingly.

Hu Jingang was silent.

Suddenly, his eyes widened with anger, and he bit his tongue. The blood in his body surged, and he actually bounced up from the ground, crashing into Anle as fast as lightning, wanting to take advantage of Anle's relaxation to fight to the death.

Tsk!

However, Anle's fetal breath was tense, and he was prepared. He kicked the thick-backed broadsword he was leaning on. The broadsword swung up, crossing the arc like a falling star, and a huge head, wrapped in the gushing blood, soared into the sky!

The blood gradually stained Anle's white clothes, making Anle's cold face tremble slightly.

This was his first time to kill someone, but it would never be the last time.

Hu Jingang's head fell to the ground, and his body, which had suddenly risen, also lost its power and fell straight back, and the muffled sound lingered in the spring night.

The blood flowed all over the courtyard, accompanied by Anle's slight panting, and there was much killing.

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Qingbo Street was still quiet, and the lights of several houses were all turned off, and everyone was asleep.

There were no pedestrians on the street, and even the cats that liked to walk alone in the dark could not be seen.

The carriage was parked quietly, and the driver sat in the carriage and slowly opened his eyes. The wind and waves blowing from the alleys were wrapped in a pungent smell of blood.

The driver's face under the hat was hidden in the darkness, and his expression and emotions could not be seen.

When he entered the small courtyard in the alley, his mind was washed away by the strong blood of the two people, and he could not observe clearly.

He was quite strong in body training and stepped into the inner elixir, but he was only in the fetal breath in the spirit training.

The fetal breath mind can barely be seen from the outside, but it is like a ghost, afraid of the sun, and the farther it spreads, the lower the control, and it is easier to be washed away.

"Is he dead?"

The driver smelled the blood in the air. Was it the blood of the young man?

He looked at the dark alley that was not favored by the starlight and moonlight.

The sound of a knife rubbing against the ground sounded in the alley, accompanied by footsteps.

The burly body of the driver slowly straightened up, raised his head slightly, and the face under the bamboo hat gradually became clear. He looked at the alley and welcomed Hu Jingang's return.

If Hu Jingang killed the boy, he would have to escort Hu Jingang out of Lin'an Prefecture and could not lose his reputation.

Suddenly, the driver's action of holding the reins froze, and a hint of disbelief flashed in his pupils.

Because it was not Hu Jintao who slowly broke through the darkness in the alley and walked out!

But it was a young man wearing blood-stained white clothes.

Dragging the knife with one hand, holding the dead head with the other.

Drops of ink-like blood dripped from the incision on his head, and the boy stepped out of the dense darkness of the alley step by step.

Don't forget that the west wind is so chilling that there are yellow flowers everywhere along the way!

At this moment, the young man was carrying a fierce murderous intention, like a green blade that was three inches out of its sheath and blooming with cold light.

The driver's eyes widened slightly under his bamboo hat, and his breathing became a little faster.

The young man stood at the entrance of Taimiao Lane, with a smile on his lips, his white clothes stained with a few red plum-like blood stains, looking at the familiar burly coachman sitting on the shaft of the gorgeous carriage.

"Knew it……"

Anle seems to be suddenly enlightened, and seems to be ridiculing.

It was no accident that Hu Jintao came to kill him. This criminal who was supposed to be captured by the black police officers was rescued by the so-called nobleman, and then turned into a knife held by the nobleman to kill him.

To make Hu Jingang willing to kill him, he must have made some promise.

Perhaps he exchanged the life of a young man for the life of a criminal whose hands were stained with the blood of hundreds of people.

However, this time, the young man used his own strength to kill the criminal and break the knife handed by the nobleman. The situation was much better than last time.

Snap.

The young man threw the head he was carrying, and the head traced a parabola and landed in front of the carriage. It rolled on the ground for several weeks, hit the wheel hub, and then stopped.

The driver didn't even look at the head on the ground, but stared at the young man from a distance, seeing the ridicule and chill in the young man's eyes.

That day in the spring rain, the image of a young boy with a spine as tall as a bamboo and standing tall and proud, who could not bow his eyebrows even under the pressure of his husband, suddenly appeared in the coachman's mind again.

The tightened pupils slowly relaxed, and a hint of murderous intent burst out from the coachman's eyes.

He really wanted to kill this young man now to avoid future troubles.

However, the coachman did not dare.

On that day, Mrs. Hua rolled in three thousand grains of spring rain. Just one grain shattered his bamboo hat, or perhaps his head, and it was just a snap of his fingers to add another grain of rain.

The husband said that Mrs. Hua was to be the protector of this young man. Since there was a protector, it would be against the rules for him to bully the weak. If he was beaten to death, the husband would not even seek justice for him.

Anle looked at the burly coachman, Luo Qingchen's coachman, who was sitting upright on the shaft of the carriage. He slowly raised the thick-backed sword in his hand. The energy and blood in his body suddenly surged, and his mind surged. The artistic conception of "Sword Waterfall" he visualized flowed in front of his eyes. , the big knife in his hand seems to be a sword.

Suddenly thrown out, the broadsword roared towards the carriage with a straight posture.

The driver saw the machete whizzing towards him. Under the skin, heat waves were rolling, and Qi and blood were circulating, just like lighting a fire in an oven to refine a Qi and Blood elixir!

With five fingers, he grabbed the big knife thrown by An Le and slammed the knife on the shaft of the cart. The driver exhaled a filthy breath and did not look at the young man.

The reins were whipping and the whistling sound was heard as the red-date horse raised its hooves and pulled the cart. The wheels ruthlessly ran over the head, slowly disappearing into the dark and quiet night of Qingbo Street.

Anle watched the carriage leave, then turned around and returned to the courtyard.

After the carriage drove out of Qingbo Street.

The driver suddenly collapsed and collapsed on the shaft, with deep fear in his eyes.

Just now, if he had really taken action to kill Anle, he would have been instantly wiped out by the sword intent. The sword intent was always there, pressing against his throat. The sword intent only dissipated after leaving Qingbo Street.

"Is that sword intention Mrs. Hua of the Lin family? There is only Mrs. Hua... I never thought that Mrs. Hua would really value this young man so much..."

"What you said is indeed true. You must go back and report carefully immediately."

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The cool spring breeze blows away the drunkenness and is slightly cold.

In the quiet Qingbo Street, an old man in plain clothes stood quietly holding a bamboo stick, squinting at the direction the carriage was leaving.

"As a coachman, if you try to bully my little friend with the inner elixir of qi and blood, there will be more heads on the ground."

The old man's long eyebrows flew in the wind, he smoothed his beard and turned around slowly walking towards the dimly lit Ancestral Temple in the distance.

In the spring breeze on a cold night, an old man chuckled.

"Still strong after countless hardships, no matter how strong the wind is from east to west, north or south..."

"Young An, if you want to reach this level, it will be a long road."

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