"Can I take a look in the yard, then?"

Liu Zhutou took a step and wanted to go to the small courtyard.

But by Fang Ping's arm as thick as steel steel, the mountains and rivers were blocked in place; "No, I can't. This is a private house. According to the law of Daxuan, if you don't have the approval of the government, even if you are wearing a nine-grade official robe, you can't trespass into a private house. ”

"Having said that, but the son of the county lord was killed, and this arrest has the right to make a decision on the spot, you had friction with the son yesterday, and the son was killed at night, and now you don't let me go to the yard to search, shouldn't it be a thief."

Liu Zhutou asked in a raised tone. He is also difficult to do, this errand fell on his head, if he can't solve the case within a time limit, if it drags on for a long time, it is difficult to guarantee that Lord Cheng of the county will not condemn him.

"Maybe it was done by the bandits outside the city, the county lord is upright, jealous and hateful, those rogues outside the city hate the county lord to the core, but they can't help it, and they don't dare to kill the court officials, so they are mad and retreat to kill the son of the county lord."

"Wasn't there a natural sect of demon thieves who bewitched the people some time ago, and was dragged to the entrance of the vegetable market to be beheaded, and it is also possible to retaliate against Lord Cheng of the county."

Fang Ping said with a meaningful sigh.

Liu Zhutou gasped.

Is this a hint at him?

It sounds well-founded and reasonable.

"Excuse me, farewell." Liu Zhutou turned around and left.

He is also a smart person, he can be thorough at one point, according to the way drawn by Fang Ping, he will return to the county lord in 1510, and the pot will be thrown out, whether he believes it or not, it is all in the mind of the county lord.

Fang Ping closed the courtyard door, he couldn't escape for a while, Shanyang County Cheng, who had died of his son, would not give up, and he would rather kill the wrong person than let go of Fang Ping, who was suspicious.

But that didn't matter, Fang Ping would be able to accumulate enough visualization points to improve the realm of martial arts after waiting for a while, and at that time, Fang Ping would be able to get out of the novice village after his cultivation had broken through the upper three grades.

[Visualization point: 272]

"The physical strength is a slight level, and it takes 400 visualization points to upgrade to integration. Previously, when I upgraded the Turtle Breath Breath Technique to the Pure Green Realm, I was only close to being able to condense the True Qi Seed and break through to the Third Rank Realm. In other words, this is a kick in the door, and you only need to upgrade your physical skills to the realm of integration. ”

Fang Ping secretly returned to the house, racing against time to cultivate.

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Outside the city of Dazefu, on the streets of the ancient city that are much more prosperous and magnificent than Shanyang County, people come and go, the lights are bright and green, the traffic is busy, a group of treasures are beautiful, and the atmosphere is full of people.

The streets are lined with endless buildings, full of antiquity, of varying heights.

Under the scorching sun, a young man in ragged clothes, with a disheveled head, and a wooden stick in his hand as a crutch, appeared in front of the city gate with empty eyes, and was shouted by the soldiers defending the city as a beggar; "Don't go into the city if you're not in good clothes!"

"I'm ......" The young man thought about it or don't report to his family, he was ashamed, and no one believed it, he was a martial arts seven-pin, and he roamed the rivers and lakes with the ambition of Kunpeng, but the rivers and lakes were sinister, and the people's hearts were complicated, and within a few days of leaving the house, he was cheated out of his money by a young woman, and he had no face to go back, so he could only go forward.

Hungry three times a day, hungry for three days, struggling to this day, in fact, he can steal, rob, kill and rob money, relying on his strength of the seven grades of martial arts, how can he not be hungry himself, but he can't let go of his face, can't he break into the rivers and lakes if he doesn't steal or rob?

"Flat below! Enter the martial arts! Bai Yunfei brushed away the long dry hair that was draped over his face, revealing a dusty, haggard and handsome face.

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A few days have passed, watching the visualization rise little by little every day, and his body is getting stronger and stronger day by day, Fang Ping feels very satisfied, this kind of good life will not be too long, he cherishes it very much.

"I don't know what Lao Bai is like, I hope he can come back safely."

Inadvertently, Fang Ping remembered Bai Yunfei.

In the courtyard, Fang Ying repeated the starting style of "Ben Lei Sword Technique" over and over again. The children in the alley play in groups at the mouth of the alley, creating a stark contrast.

"Whew!"

Fang Ying, who was exhausted and sweating profusely, put down her long sword, ran to the house and picked up the teapot, filling her stomach with a bang.

Li Rou stepped forward, wiped the sweat on her head for the noble girl in distress, and instructed her mouth: "If you are tired, take a rest, your second brother will not be noisy." ”

"I'm seven years old this year, and I'll be seventeen years old in ten years, and I'm going to be even more powerful than my second brother by then." Fang Ying said word by word, returned to the courtyard with a gust of wind, and continued to cultivate.

“…… This kid. Li Rou was inexplicably a little ashamed, her son cultivated all day long, seven-year-old Fang Ying worked so hard, what reason did she have to stop, as a mother, she also had to accompany her child to make progress together.

Late at night.

The moon stars are scarce, and the cicadas are singing endlessly.

Fang Ping gulped the sweet and soft pumpkin porridge, and Fang Ying, who was sitting opposite, was probably too tired from practicing swords, drinking and drinking, dazed, his eyelids fell down, and half of his face sank into the bowl with a thud.

When he raised his head, his face was sticky with pumpkin porridge, and he didn't laugh at natural disasters or man-made disasters, but Fang Ping couldn't help but crook his mouth.

"Come, my mother will wipe it for you."

"What's so funny!" Fang Ying blushed and glared at her brother and laughed at her.

"It's me, it's wrong." Fang Ping apologized directly, a child of this age already has self-esteem.

In fact, Fang Ping now has to eat a "fire turtle meat" every day, and the meat soup made from "horned python meat", the energy brought by the two kinds of meat supplements can make Fang Ping energetic all day long.

But sitting together as a family eats has a completely different meaning, which can not only satisfy the desire of the tongue, but also experience the comfort brought by family affection.

"Mother, let's eat braised pork tomorrow." Fang Ying spoke.

"Okay, Ping'er, what do you want to eat, my mother will make it for you tomorrow."

"I can eat anything, whatever you do is delicious, but if you can have beef hot sauce, it would be nice to eat bibimbap or sandwich it into steamed buns, it is a must." Fang Ping replied.

Li Rou nodded, and said that she would buy beef jerky and chili tomorrow, it doesn't matter if you don't know how to do it, haven't you ever eaten pork and never seen a pig run.

A moment later, in the dead of night, Fang Ying washed her feet and went to bed, Li Rou washed and cleaned the dishes and chopsticks, and Fang Ping entered the visualization space to cultivate.

Sitting in the boundless visualization space, Fang Ping's mood was ethereal, his muscles relaxed, and after his breathing was adjusted, the two health exercises came into operation naturally.

Its meteorology is amazing, and the thick and majestic qi and blood in Fang Ping's body are breathtakingly huge.

After breathing into the depths and driving the internal force of the whole body's qi and blood, the heart containing purple true blood is also like a burning furnace, and the engine running at high speed erupts with a deafening, thunderous pulsing sound.

The blood vessels on the surface of Fang Ping's skin are jumping abruptly, clearly visible, and the vertebrae that have been refined under the skin and flesh behind him are also twisted and wriggled like a big dragon python, as if they are about to break out of the shackles of the skin and flesh.

(End of chapter)