Taiping Inn

While the two were talking, a cold arrow suddenly shot out from a child on the shore, hitting Qian Yurong in the face.

Before Qian Yurong could react, Li Xuandu had already stretched out his palm and caught the cold arrow with two fingers.

There was a short old man hiding among the children. At first glance, he looked like an ordinary child. He was the one who shot the cold arrow just now.

The old man wanted to escape immediately after seeing that he missed the shot, but unfortunately he met Li Xuandu. Li Xuandu threw his hand back and the cold arrow flashed away. The next moment, the old man was shot in the back, screamed, and fell into the river beside him, dyeing the river red.

It was not until this time that the guards on the boat reacted, stood in front of Qian Yurong, and looked around vigilantly.

The children on the shore scattered.

Qian Yurong subconsciously patted her chest, then turned to look at Li Xuandu, with shock in her eyes.

Although she had long guessed that this accountant was a hidden talent, she was still a little surprised after seeing him for real.

When women evaluate men, appearance is one aspect, conversation and demeanor is another, and ability is another. If a man has ability, status, and position, then he can cover up the shortcomings of the first two. Even if he is ugly and speaks bluntly, many women will flock to him. And men without these "external things" have to use appearance and sweet words to make up for the latter.

Of course, it is not to say that Qian Yurong has any good feelings for Li Xuandu, but that her impression of him has changed a little.

However, Li Xuandu does not care about how others view him. When he first set foot in the world, his master once told him that sometimes it is safer to be feared by others than to be admired by others. You want everyone to respect you, that is impossible, no matter if you are a saint, a god, or a Buddha, you can't do it, but if you want everyone to fear you, that is not difficult.

Li Xuandu said softly: "Miss Qian, you'd better go back to the cabin. Although Yanggu County is the territory of the court, there are also many followers of Qingyang Sect. You can't talk to these people about rules."

The old man surnamed Zhang echoed: "Mr. Li is right. Miss, you'd better be careful."

Qian Yurong bit her lip lightly, did not refute, and turned to walk into the cabin.

Li Xuandu still stood on the bow, looking at Yanggu County on the shore, and said to the old man surnamed Zhang: "I'll be back soon."

The old man surnamed Zhang was startled, just nodded in response, and then Li Xuandu disappeared.

Just now, Li Xuandu took the cold arrow and threw it back. He had his own way of attacking, knowing that the arrow was not fatal. The short old man fell into the river, seemingly dead, but actually escaped by the water. However, this was not beyond Li Xuandu's expectation. He left a trace of "subtle fate" on the arrow. No matter whether the old man escaped by water or earth, he could not escape from Li Xuandu's palm.

Li Xuandu followed the breath and rushed several feet, and walked more than ten miles in one breath, all the way to Yanggu County.

Qingluan Guard Zhang Hun was an ordinary Qingluan Guard Captain in Qingluan Guard.

If it was placed in ancient times, the position of Captain was extraordinary, and it was a powerful general second only to the title of general. But after this dynasty, the Captain became worthless and gradually fell to the lowest position in the army. If it were in the army, a lieutenant would have more than a dozen soldiers under his command, but in the Qingluan Guard where everyone was an official, a lieutenant was just a low-level soldier, not even qualified to wear a Wenluan sword.

However, even so, there were countless people who wanted to get an official position in the Qingluan Guard. The reason why Zhang Hun could become a lieutenant of the Qingluan Guard was thanks to his father who died early, because there was an iron rule in the Qingluan Guard that if one person was a Qingluan Guard, then all his descendants would be Qingluan Guards, so he made up for his father's vacancy at the age of sixteen and became a feared lieutenant of the Qingluan Guard.

Over the years, he had also dreamed of getting promoted and getting rich, but he was helpless with a tight budget. If he wanted to make a living, he needed silver as a stepping stone. His father was only a captain of the Qingluan Guard. He used his life savings to buy a small house and then used them to get a chance to become a captain. If he wanted to make further progress, his immediate superior had already made it clear that he could not hope for anything without two hundred taels of silver.

How long would it take him to save two hundred taels of silver? Even if he sold his house, it would not be enough.

In desperation, Zhang Hun gave up the idea of ​​climbing up the ladder and lived a peaceful life to make some money.

Now he was assigned a patrol job. He walked around the street every day. With his status as a Qingluan Guard, the merchants around him gave him a lot of tributes, which probably amounted to a few coins. You have to know that in these days, a family of more than a dozen people only needs three coins of silver to eat crabs. For a small Qingluan Guard like him, life is really hard. This amount of silver is really a lot for him.

As for great wealth and honor, it takes a lot of effort to get rich, and maybe even his life, so he really didn't dare to ask for it.

Today, Zhang Hun was patrolling the streets with his sword as usual. He said patrolling, but in fact he was just looking for opportunities to make some money. However, his luck was not good today, and it might be that people in the city already knew that the master of Qingluan Guard was here, so he only earned fifty coins in the morning.

"Business" was not good, and Zhang Hun had no motivation to continue "patrolling". He lazily carried his sword, leaned against a big tree, yawned, and complained meaninglessly that the weather was bad today and it looked like it would snow.

As he said that, he looked up at the top of his head again.

The sky had become very dark at this time, covering the city with dark clouds.

If it really snowed, he could find a tavern to drink some wine and warm himself up without worrying about the housekeeper at home nagging him for spending too much money.

Thinking of this, Zhang Hun complained in his heart again. It was said that many brothers died in Guide Prefecture a few days ago. These high-ranking masters really didn't know the sufferings of those who were on duty.

At this time, a figure appeared at the end of the street without any warning.

He was wearing a blue cotton robe and a square scarf on his head. He seemed to be a scholar, but not quite. He was somewhat similar to the accountant in the store.

After all, Zhang Hun had received filial piety for so many years, and the people he had the most contact with were the shopkeeper and the accountant.

It was just that this accountant was a little unusual and didn't fit in with this small town full of fireworks.

He walked towards Zhang Hun with steady steps, and the distance of each step seemed to have been measured with a ruler, without any error.

Zhang Hun, who was originally very lazy, became inexplicably nervous as the man kept approaching. He straightened his back, held down the saber on his waist, hesitated for a moment, and walked towards the man.

As the two kept approaching, for some reason, Zhang Hun felt a little depressed, subconsciously tightened the handle of the saber on his waist, and sweat oozed out of his palms.

When the two were more than ten steps apart, the man took the initiative to stop.

This made Zhang Hun finally breathe a sigh of relief, and then he heard the man whispered: "Sir, is the county government office here?"

At the same time, Zhang Hun suddenly felt that he was almost out of breath and his chest was very stuffy.

Zhang Hun couldn't help but have an unknown fire, looking at the accountant in front of him, and shouted angrily: "Who are you!?"

The accountant in green shirt did not answer this question, but just said sorry inexplicably.

Before Zhang Hun could react, he only felt a flash of a figure in front of him, and then he was chopped on the neck by a hand knife, and fainted on the spot. The accountant held up Zhang Hun, who was limp, with his hand. At first glance, it looked like he was supporting a staggering drunkard, and then he passed a breath of energy into him to prevent him from freezing to death in the cold wind.

This accountant was Li Xuandu. He followed the energy all the way, but he didn't expect that the old man escaped all the way and actually escaped into a mansion in Yanggu County.

Li Xuandu also came to Yanggu County for the first time. He didn't rush into it. He walked around the mansion and found that this mansion was actually the county government of Yanggu County. There was a Qingluan Guard outside the county government, which surprised Li Xuandu. He showed up to test it, but unfortunately this Qingluan Guard seemed to be an ordinary Qingluan Guard, not a master.