The moment the door was opened, the mourning hall was full of air whistling.

Rumble!

Before the words fell, An Qisheng stepped under his feet, and the violently rolling air flow was already sounding like a cannon.

Suddenly, the air flow in the hall rose rapidly, mixed with the night wind pouring in, and swept the entire mourning hall at once.

Bang!

While striding forward, he flung his arm, and his fist stabbed straight at 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 rushing air, and he could still say half a word.

Too fast!

It's so fast!

He only felt a flower in front of him, and the terrifying killing machine enveloped by the raging air flow was already rushing towards him, making his heart tremble and his breath short.

I can't take this punch.

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

At this time, the cold side of the person was revealed, and the moment the fist wind came to the surface, the palm of his hand holding on top of the coffin suddenly became strong, and the internal force spat out.

Bang!

Sawdust flying all over the sky!

The coffin that flew sideways was shattered by An Qisheng, and the cold and hard corpse swirled and flew several meters under the sweep of the air current, knocking over the furnishings of the mourning hall.

"Ahh Zhao Hongxuan, you brute! ”

The old woman's eyes were cracked, and she threw herself on her son's body, letting out a terrible and resentful curse.

But Zhao Hongxuan no longer couldn't hear the old woman's angry scolding.

In the air of sawdust flying in the sky.

A fist had pierced out, slamming into his arms that had parried in front of him.

Bang!

The sound of muscles and bones exploding resounded in the mourning hall, and Zhao Hongxuan coughed up blood and flew upside down, and was beaten off the ground.

And at this time, he also saw the appearance of the comer.

He has white hair, a pitch-black robe, and a cold murderous intent on his old face.

"Wang ....."

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

"I have a secret ......."

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

Fists with elbows, elbows with shoulders, body and mind together, strength together.

Call!

The blood mist spewed out by Zhao Hongxuan had not yet spread, and the syllables he uttered were still pausing at the corners of his mouth.

An Qisheng has already caught up!

Punch in the chin, elbow hit the chest, turn the body, and lean on the eight poles!

Bang!

As soon as he collided, Zhao Hongxuan's eyes burst out, and blood spurted out like arrows in the seven orifices.

Click~~

With the sound of bones shattering like rain hitting plantains, Zhao Hongxuan's body slammed into the wall.

Bang!

The walls shook, the bricks shattered, and cracks spread like cobwebs.

His body was inlaid into the wall under this impact!

"Hehe~~~"

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

"No ...... required"

An Qisheng stood tall and responded lightly.

And it was only then that the old woman just held Zhao Qiandu's body in her arms.

Seeing this scene, she suddenly laughed miserably:

"Haha! Ha ha! Retribution, retribution! Zhao Hongxuan, you have ruined so many people, after all, it is your turn! ”

Anqisheng stood indifferently and did not do it again.

Because in the ruins of the mourning hall, the old woman holding the body of her son in her arms had already set fire to the mourning hall, and the flames that rose engulfed the flying paper bundles and drowned her figure.

"Retribution, retribution!"

The screams of the night owls echoed through the fire.

"It's out of the water! Walk the water! ”

"The young master's mourning hall is gone!"

"Come and put out the fire!"

The fiery serpent that accompanied 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 said lightly.

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

To be able to come up with such a means 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.

"Ahh You, you adversary, adversary! ”

In the midst of the flames, the old woman's screams were heard.

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

It wasn't until the screams disappeared and the guards rushed into the inner courtyard that he disappeared into the night.

He didn't leave, after crossing the inner courtyard, his footsteps turned, and he was already heading towards the place where the Zhao family hid gold.

He who had dreamed of Zhao Qiandu, not only did he not have the slightest sympathy for the Zhao family, but also knew most of their secrets.

For example, the location of gold and silver jewelry.

Turning over the backyard, it is the small courtyard where Zhao Hongxuan lives.

The small courtyard is lined up in turn, and many of Zhao Hongxuan's concubines live.

At this time, when I saw that there was a fire, candles were lit in the courtyard.

An Qisheng's body flashed, and he had already come to Zhao Hongxuan's bedroom, stretched out his hand and pushed, broke the door bolt, and entered the house.

"Who? Sir? What's going on out there, so noisy? ”

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

Burst~

An Qisheng stepped out and popped out a stone picked up on the road and stunned the woman.

The car easily opened the dark room in the bedroom.

Pushing the door in, there was a flash of light in front of him, and the golden light illuminated his eyes.

"It's really Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road."

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

Turn and leave.

.......

Squeak~

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

He would love to rest, but he couldn't.

Young children, a seriously ill wife, elderly parents, all this was weighing on his shoulders, and he could not relax.

He gritted his teeth and stepped into the cold wind.

Suddenly, he seemed to step on a stone under his feet, stumbled, and almost fell into the snow.

"What's this?"

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

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

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

It's silver.

He ran around the inn and saw him many times.

He pounced almost like a thief and clutched the silver in the palm of his hand.

The biting coldness stabbed his palm, but his heart burned like a fire.

Bang!

He closed the door.

"Ahem! Fourth brother, you, are you in a lot of pain? Well, let's rest today, ahem. ”

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

"Juan, you, look."

Chen Asi carefully unfolded his palm.

"Ah Si, you, where did you get the money?"

The woman was stunned.

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

Chen Asi's vision blurred:

"I, Chen Asi, have never done anything bad in my life, this time, I did it, no matter whose money it is, I won't pay it back......."

Same thing.

It happened in the poor families of the entire Nanliang County.

Some were ecstatic, some knelt down to worship the gods, some wept like rain, and some were terrified and terrified......

And all this,

As the initiator, An Qisheng didn't care.

He believed that the wisdom of these ordinary people who were crawling around in the market would hide this little bit of silver.

And even if it is discovered, it is not a large amount of silver, and it will not arouse the greed of others.

Don't do bad things with good intentions.

"Unfortunately, this is only a palliative treatment."

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

The perennial war in Jiufujie may not affect many inland counties, but the excesses and miscellaneous taxes will not be reduced by half a cent.

The vast majority of people, including decent warriors like Wang Quan before Lao Dao, most of them lived in poverty.

There are not a few people who work hard, even do not have enough to eat, and sell their sons and daughters.

Zhang Haohao and Jiang Tingting were sold by their biological parents, but their adoptive parents couldn't afford to support them, so they were sold into the thieves' den for the second time, and were touched by Wang Quandao, and they also avoided the fate of being chopped off and thrown on the street to beg.

He gave out a lot of money, but compared with the poor people of the world, it was very little.

Even the poor in Nanliang County can't be relieved at all.

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

"Just a squire, just save this money......"

With a light sigh, An Qisheng counted his loot.

The abundance of the Zhao family's wealth made An Qisheng a little amazed.

A thousand taels of silver tickets, seven, a hundred taels of gold, and more pieces of silver were scattered than that, almost filling a large chest.

Of course, the most are some IOUs and deeds of sale, which were also burned clean by him.

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

The real big head is still shops, acres of land, and half of the Zhao family, but it's not just a casual talk.

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

Unless he builds up his forces, these things will always be in the hands of many gentry, one death and one rise, and the cycle will be endless.

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

Putting away the silver ticket gold, An Qisheng took out a few ancient books and lined them up.

"Twelve Serial Knives", "Black Tiger Knife" and "Heqigong" are three cheats, the last two are the martial arts learned by Zhao Hongxuan, which is similar to the nameless boy skill of Wang Quan Laodao.

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

When I opened it, there were many annotations with obviously different handwritings, which had obviously been handed down for several generations.

Airplanes~

While flipping through the classics, a light flashed in his vision.

On top of these yellowed ancient books, there is really the power to survive.

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 what I think of as spiritual power, but the most essence of a person's wisdom......."

An Qisheng thought for a moment, and then turned to a picture:

"Search for Kong San's information ......."