In the Qi Clan's Yueshan Changquan Martial Arts Hall, Zong Xian practiced kung fu until noon as usual.

He was now nearing the end of his skin-forging stage, and his arms could become as hard as cowhide when he agitated his qi and blood, glowing with a cyan luster, as if he were wearing a green leather case.

After resting in the afternoon, he followed Qi Yunyan to read and write.

The experience of his previous life, coupled with his serious attitude, made him learn quickly.

After just over a month, he has already recognized and written most of the commonly used words.

And Zong Xian's mouth is sweet enough, he calls Sister Yan'er every time, and often tells some funny jokes to make her happy, and now he is almost regarded as a younger brother by Qi Yunyan.

After learning to read and write, it happened that Jin Zhuyue also returned to the museum from outside, and Zong Xian practiced with her a few times.

The two sides had little communication, but there was some tacit understanding somehow.

In this way, it was not until most of the afternoon that Mo He rode in a carriage and came to the martial arts hall under the service of the beautiful maid.

Zong Xian paid attention to him and found that this kid was full of pride.

Occasionally glimpse yourself and smile.

The attitude is even friendlier than before the argument!

This move not only did not make Zong Xian relax his vigilance, but on the contrary, he became more vigilant in his heart.

Mo He was originally a high-minded and arrogant guy with no one in his eyes, and he would never suddenly change sex!

Thinking of this, Zong Xian suddenly understood something.

The reason why this guy can become happy and have a good mind is that he has prepared the means to deal with himself!

Maybe in Mohe's eyes, he is already like a dead man.

This morning, when he was practicing his strength, Zong Xian had vaguely mentioned that Mo He might take revenge.

In this regard, Qi Shi just patted him on the shoulder and said an intriguing word.

"I know what I know for my teacher..."

Maybe Master Qi has already had some thoughts about the Mo family.

But even if he is like this, Zong Xian has to make a few more preparations.

These days, eating, drinking, and Lazar are in the martial arts hall, and he hasn't gone shopping in earnest.

The silver that was taken from Wang Hangou and others before was basically untouched.

So he is going to take advantage of the excitement at the end of the year to buy some items to deal with emergencies.

He thought to himself as he struck the rough iron sand with his fists beside the iron casserole.

Thinking about it, if Mohe wants to harm him, there are only so many options.

Either hire a murderer to kill someone with a knife, or secretly poison him.

During this period of time, he was basically in a state of shallow existence, and it was impossible for the other party to break into the martial arts hall to kill him.

As for poisoning, there is no chance,

He eats and lives with Master Qi, Sister Yan'er, and Aunt Wang, and the daily meals are personally purchased by Aunt Wang.

Don't look at Aunt Wang as just a handy healthy woman in the hall, but in fact, Zong Xian found that she was a martial artist of the Qi and Blood Realm, and her daily work was quite neat, and there was no hole to exploit.

In this way, the only good chance to do it is for him to keep watch at night every day.

Regarding this issue, Zong Xian also thought about it.

In the future, he will walk closely with Jin Zhuyue on the night patrol.

Jin Zhuyue is chivalrous, and she is the beloved daughter of the Blue Eagle Protector, and her own strength is not weak among her peers at all, so she will definitely make the murderer invited by Mo He have some scruples.

No matter how bad it is, the two of them can take care of each other, so that they will not fall into disadvantage with one face.

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Seven or eight days passed in the blink of an eye.

It's business as usual these days.

After the Pure Lotus Cult incident, the half-sized children from other martial arts halls in the east of the city in the night patrol team were replaced with Qi and Blood Realm disciples who had been practicing for more than two or three years, so as to prevent accidents in future night patrols.

If these familiar disciples were present that day, I am afraid that Jin Zhuyue and Zong Xian would not be able to sneak around without being noticed.

The Yueshan Changquan Martial Arts Hall is irreplaceable, and it is still Jin and Zong who are on errands for the hall.

The smell of the New Year in Bei'an City is also getting stronger and stronger.

In Zong Xian's eyes, although this is a different world, the atmosphere of the Spring Festival is similar to the previous life, but some customs and allusions are different.

The Spring Festival here also has the meaning of the rejuvenation of the earth, the beginning of the end, and the renewal of Vientiane.

The streets and alleys have become more and more lively.

It's that the beggar can get twice as many copper dollars and broken silver every time than usual!

Every night when he was on an errand, he followed Jin Zhuyue closely, and the night patrol for several days was very smooth, and even the people of the Pure Lotus Cult were not met again.

In the past few days, Zong Xian's martial arts realm has also improved.

The forging stage was officially completed, and the process of tempering the flesh began.

When he was surging with qi and blood, it was difficult for ordinary knives to cut his skin.

The reason why a warrior is strong is that it is reflected in the strong body, whether it is qi and blood or strength, it is essentially an "energy" that can strengthen itself.

On the contrary, the move routine is not the most important.

However, each family often pays attention to the internal strength of qi, blood and strength.

Only by cultivating together with the corresponding external skills can you get twice the result with half the effort.

He has tested it privately, and his current strength has reached the level of more than 2,100 catties in one arm.

The degree of qi and blood in the body has also increased by about half a percent.

Usually energetic, even walking with a pace has become more vigorous.

When the forging phase is completed, his strength and physical strength will be further enhanced.

The so-called strong is the top 100, which is the truth.

At the same time, these days, he also asked Master Qi to teach a few hands of the casting method of the hidden weapon, and he has already preliminarily got started.

Whether it's gravel or iron nails, throwing them with your hands is powerful.

It's just that the quasi-head hasn't cultivated to the home, and it is accurate within five zhang, and it is not bad within ten zhang, but if it is farther away, it will be difficult to say.

In the evening, he and Jin Zhuyue went to the east of the city to report to the post as usual.

The familiar disciples of the other martial arts halls are old fritters, and they get stuck every night.

Only Zong Xian and Jin Zhuyue are the most punctual, and they usually have at least half a stick of incense in advance.

As soon as the two of them stepped into the courtyard, Zong Xian found that Qian Youcai, who was usually sober, was drunk today.

Not only did he walk and stagger, but the smell of wine could be smelled two feet away, and if he got a little closer, he would be out of breath.

Jin Zhuyue moved a bench and sat down with Zong Xian, seeing this scene, she couldn't help but ask Lao Qian quips.

"Hey, old money!"

"Why are you drinking this day?"

"What's the joy?"

She often deals with gang members, and is quite skilled in speaking these street philistines and alleys.

Qian Youcai was still smirking on the side, but when he heard Jin Zhuyue's voice, he was startled, rubbed his eyes, and looked over in a daze.

"Zongzong Zong..."

"Hiccup~"

He subconsciously pointed at Zong Xian, stammering as if he was about to call his name.

Immediately a wine burp made him feel agitated again, and he was stunned for a long time

At this time, another Bucha smiled and brought a bowl of water to feed Lao Qian to drink.

"Hiccup!"

"Whew... Hmm..."

After drinking the water, Lao Qian seemed a lot more comfortable.

He smiled at Jin Zhuyue, waved his hand, and said nothing.

Then he glanced at Zong Xian with misty eyes, and couldn't help but laugh "hehe", and then he was taken away by other steps.

In place, Zong Xian squinted his eyes slightly, always feeling that something was wrong with the old money today!