Now he can save the cost, which is naturally a good thing, he concentrated, carefully watched the memory, and praised a wonderful sentence from time to time, which made several monks feel very good.

After all, the same words have completely different effects when spoken in different mouths, Zhang Mu's martial arts are strong, and he is equipped with magical martial arts, so what he says naturally has weight.

Half an hour later, after only looking at it once, Zhang Mu returned the atlas to Ku Rong.

"Drop, get the six-vein divine sword, and reward 3,000 virtual values."

Martial arts and the like, you don't have to get the carrier, as long as you get the content, it can be considered a success.

Since he is not mentally weak, his memory has almost reached the point of remembering, so he only needs to read it once.

Ku Rong and the others didn't know that he could do this, and they really thought that he was just looking, and they were more satisfied with Zhang Mu for a while.

After talking about martial arts with a few people for a while, Zhang Mu returned to his residence and began to refine Gu Mozhi's internal qi with all his might.

A day later, all his power was transformed into his true qi, and the body qi mass swelled in a circle, but he was not in a hurry to break the acupoint.

Because it consumes a lot of true qi to open up the acupoints, he has to keep his power for later use, and he doesn't want to waste it.

In order to improve his cultivation and get the six-vein divine sword, Zhang Mu didn't stay any longer, told Duan Yu about the other girls, and got up and went to Jiangnan.

On the official road, behind the three tall horses, there was a carriage that could be called luxurious, Zhang Mu jumped into the car gently, and below was Duan Yu with a reluctant face.

"Big brother, you must remember to come to Dali again after you are busy."

Duan Yu's eyes were red, and he said sincerely.

"Okay."

Zhang Mu nodded, and let the groom start on his way.

With two snaps, the horse galloped slowly, and the carriage gradually disappeared.

Zhang Mu calmed down, the people in the trial world are also true beings, it is difficult for him to be indifferent, and he really regards Duan Yu as a friend.

It's a pity that he has to leave after all, so it's a dream!

The three horses changed their ways, the speed was not slow, and they quickly left Dali and headed for Jiangnan.

What happened in Dali came to an end for the time being, and under his interference, Duan Yu's fate completely changed, and it is estimated that he will not leave Dali for a short time.

Now, it is to hurry up and find Qiao Feng, he has decided to secretly kill a few guys and interrupt the rebellion of the beggar gang in advance.

That's right, this time he doesn't want to make much trouble, and is ready to play a wave of bad guys and kill Kang Min, Bai Shijing and others directly.

With his strength, he can do it!

This is the advantage of force, as long as he can do it, he is too lazy to talk nonsense.

Besides, since the beginning of the trial, more than a week has passed, so it is better to complete the task and leave early.

Non-stop, someone driving, Zhang Curtain does not need to be careful, except for the occasional Ling Bo micro-step practice to accumulate true qi, the rest of the time is in the car to practice.

And outside the Imperial City of Dali, a woman in black appeared, she wanted to come to find someone, as for why, she didn't know, she just wanted to see that person again.

……

The carriage traveled 300 miles a day, and after five days it arrived in Jiangnan, and after rewarding the coachman, Zhang Mu left alone.

After a night's rest, Zhang Mu went out to find out the news, and he had to determine the situation of the beggar gang and the location of several targets.

At this moment, according to the development of the plot, there is still a week before the matter of the apricot forest, which is enough for him to slowly solve those guys.

Robbing a corrupt official, getting a lot of money, and then using the money to hire people of all religions and nine ranks, in just two days, Zhang Mu determined the general situation and found out where several important targets were.

It was night, the moon was gone, the sky was dark, the wind was howling, the trees were swaying, and it was a good time to kill.

Zhang Mu stopped practicing, changed into a night suit, and secretly left the inn and headed for the south of the city.

Ling Bo walked slightly, stepping on the snow without a trace, opening the curtain like a ghost, silently coming to another inn.

In a room, the lights were flickering, and several people in tattered clothes were sitting at a table, discussing the betrayal of Qiao Feng.

The corners of Zhang Mu's mouth showed a sneer, a group of people who ate things inside and outside, for their own selfish desires, disregarded the prospects of loyalty and righteousness, and weakened the world's largest gang for a hundred years, which can be described as short-sighted.

What he said was the truth, if it weren't for this betrayal, let an outstanding person like Qiao Feng leave the beggar gang, and the internal high-level would die and scatter, and continue to develop, the beggar gang would be comparable to Shaolin sooner or later.

Well, none of this has anything to do with him, he's just here to kill people today so that the main mission can be completed smoothly.

Call! The wind comes.

Zhang Mu's eyes were cold, his true qi swung out, the window was blown open by a strong wind, and he turned into a black shadow and entered.

"Who?"

The lights inside the object were blown out, it was dark, and Bai Shijing stood up suddenly.

But immediately his chest hurt, his whole body couldn't move, the room was eerily quiet, and everyone was pointed.

Zhang Mu stacked more than a dozen people together, absorbed everyone's internal force in one go, and then killed them with his palms before drifting away.

The night passed, and on the second day, the entire Jiangnan martial arts trembled, and the six elders of the beggar gang and the three helmsmen were all killed.

As for Ma Dayuan's wife Kang Min, not many people paid attention to it, let alone how many letters were destroyed.

Qiao Feng, who originally went to visit Murong Fu, hurried to track down the murderer, but he could only see that the murderer used an evil sect technique to crush people's internal organs and beat them to death.

He had to interrupt his plan and hurriedly began to investigate the matter.

On the other side, Zhang Mu spent a day refining and absorbing the hundreds of years of internal force absorbed last night, and his cultivation improved a lot again.

He didn't stop, he continued to shoot, spending three days, using the same means, running around, killing all Zhao Qiansun, Tan Gong, Tan Po and others who knew what happened back then.

Because the people he killed were both members of the beggar gang and people who participated in the incident of Yanmen Pass that year, no one could guess his purpose for a while.

In this way, without that letter, Qiao Feng would be much safer.

He didn't think he was a good person, so he used such cruel methods, but for the sake of the mission, he didn't care about it.

Moreover, Qiao Feng is affectionate and righteous, loyal to the country and the nation, and his mind swallows mountains and rivers, but his life experience is too bumpy and tragic. Even in the end, between loyalty and righteousness, he would rather choose suicide to save the world, such a tragic hero who cares about the common people, is compassionate to the world, and whose ideological realm transcends national boundaries and nations, even if he doesn't want to be a hero, he still admires it.

Zhang Mu feels that such a person, in the world he can interfere with, is qualified to live well, purely to make up for personal regrets.

At this time, his wanton action made the entire Jianghu panic, and even Qiao Feng, who he helped, regarded him as a villain.

Some people even gave him a nickname, called the Dirty Demon Hand, because of the fact that the people he killed were all crushed and died.

For these, Zhang Mu didn't care at all, but he was a little regretful, because after doing so, he was completely on the opposite side of Qiao Feng, and almost lost the opportunity to get the eighteen palms of the dragon.