Han Ze dressed up a little, wore two fake mustaches, went to the coat shop to buy a top hat, and went out to call a car to go to the Zhenwei Dart Bureau in the west of the city.

The animal pulling the cart was strange, it looked a bit like a cross between a kangaroo and a deer, and it had a single horn on its head, and it ran fast enough to catch up with the bicycle.

Thirty minutes later, he came to the vicinity of the Zhenwei Dart Bureau in the west of the city, and on the way, Han Ze also bought the items needed for condolence.

Han Ze asked the coachman to wait in place, then tidied up his clothes and hat, touched his beard again, and walked towards the south gate of Zhenwei Dart Bureau with paper money.

From a distance, the crying inside the Zhenwei Dart Bureau shook the sky, and the smell of burning incense, candles, and paper money floated in the air.

When I got closer, I found that the door was half-hidden, and I could vaguely see through the crack in the door that there was still a mourning hall in the dart game, and many people wearing linen and filial piety were walking around.

However, there are many patrols patrolling back and forth outside the gate, and passers-by are forbidden to stop and look around.

Obviously, the shopkeeper said that he was not allowed to set up a mourning hall, but it was not groundless.

Han Ze came to the west side of the gate, and there was a queue waiting to enter the condolence.

Soon it was Han Ze's turn, and he handed over the one or two silver and gold silk gold contained in the red paper, "Tao Dawei." ”

After speaking, he followed the mourners in front of him and walked in.

The Zhenwei dart bureau was miserable and miserable, and there was a lot of crying.

The mourning hall was full of smoke, and the faces of the Yuan family's masters and servants revealed great sadness.

Han Ze, who was in the crowd, looked around, and soon saw an acquaintance, Steward Wu, who was greeting people who came to pay their respects.

Just as Steward Wu was passing by, Han Ze grabbed his arm, and when Steward Wu was stunned, Han Ze had already handed over a small silver ingot of 5 taels in his hand.

5 Taels of silver are not small coins.

Steward Wu took a look at it, and his heart suddenly burst into joy, if it wasn't for the wrong occasion, he really couldn't help laughing.

Holding back his excitement, he asked, "This lord, ...... are you?"

"My surname is Tao, Yuan Dart Lord has a life-saving grace for me, I just came back from the field, I heard this bad news, and my heart was sad." Han Ze looked heartbroken.

Steward Wu didn't recognize it at all, the person in front of him was Han Ze, who was kicked out by him three days ago, and he also sighed when he heard this, "Thank you, Boss Tao, Boss Tao has a heart." ”

Han Ze asked, "What the hell is going on?" Yuan Dart's martial arts are world-famous, how can he ......"

Steward Wu's face was stunned, and he wanted to say two perfunctory words, but he touched the silver ingot in his hand, gritted his teeth and pulled Han Ze to a secluded place, and briefly told what happened.

"In the middle of the night last night, I was sleeping in a daze, and suddenly I heard a scream, so I quickly got up, and I saw that the young master was hanging on the pillar at the door of the side hall, bleeding from all ......"

Steward Wu didn't see Li Wei with his own eyes, but all signs showed that it was Li Wei who committed the murder.

Han Ze asked again, but Steward Wu didn't want to say anything.

Han Ze retreated and asked Steward Wu to take him to see Yuan Sihai's corpse.

5The two of silver were not taken for nothing.

"You can only look at it from afar, not get close. Also, never make a sound. ”

"I know, lead the way."

Steward Wu took Han Ze and walked around and around to the side courtyard where the corpse was parked.

From the holes in the courtyard wall, you can see more than a dozen corpses on the ground in the courtyard.

Next to him, several monks wearing high crowns were chanting scriptures around the corpse, surpassing the souls of the dead.

Han Ze took a closer look and found that the faces of these corpses were dark black, as if they had been poisoned, and their faces were distorted and hideous, and their deaths were extremely terrifying.

What's even more bizarre is that each person has several thumb-sized blood holes near their temples, and dried blood drips down their cheeks.

Look at it like this, the brain spinal cord is really sucked dry.

Han Ze's brows furrowed.

In his understanding, such a thing as a strange soul is intangible and insubstantial, and even if it hurts people, it is through mental intimidation.

I didn't expect that the treachery of this world would actually suck people's brains.

At this moment, a few people hurriedly walked in at the moon gate of the side courtyard, and the leader of them was Yuan Fang, who had saved his life before.

Yuan Fang threw herself next to two of the corpses, crying silently.

Seeing this scene, Steward Wu couldn't help wiping his tears.

……

After leaving the Zhenwei Dart Bureau, Han Ze didn't go anywhere, and went straight to the "Huang Family Boxing Gym" in the city.

What Zhenwei Dart Bureau saw made him have a serious sense of crisis.

No matter if it's true or crooked, you still have to have a skill.

The owner of this martial arts hall is the master Huang who Wang Fugui said before who can jump three zhang high, and his full name is Huang Dapeng.

However, his successful technique is not light skill, but the family tradition boxing method [Chasing the Wind Boxing].

Huang Dapeng is also a well-known figure in Longshan County, especially in the county, which is not peaceful now, so there are many rich sons and young masters who come to learn martial arts.

At this time, there were many young children in the martial arts hall, either taking steps or practicing boxing.

In the room on the other side, some older children put their hands on some black liquid to soak.

The naked upper body exposes the muscular muscles.

Seeing Han Ze coming in, someone soon greeted him.

Han Ze didn't talk nonsense, and asked straight to the point: "I want to ask Master Huang to teach me personally, how much does it cost?" ”

The young man in charge of the reception smiled: "I'm sorry, master, he doesn't accept apprentices now." ”

Han Ze said: "You didn't understand what I meant, I didn't let him accept me as an apprentice, I just said let him teach me kung fu." ”

Without waiting for the young man to speak, Han Ze interrupted: "Don't be in a hurry to refuse me first, you might as well ask your master, I am willing to pay 10 taels of silver for a class, and ask him if he is willing to teach?" If not, then I'll go find someone else. ”

"This ......"

Hearing Han Ze's words, the young man swallowed the words that came to his lips again.

You must know that the tuition fee for ordinary students is only 20 taels of silver for a semester, and those who don't have any family background can't afford to learn.

After all, compared to tuition, food and medicinal herb consumption are also a lot of expenses.

The young man asked Han Ze to wait for a moment, then turned around and went in to report.

Within three minutes, the young man came out again, "Please come with me." ”

Han Ze followed the young man until he came to the back.

Passing through the rockery courtyard, I came to a practice room, where the owner Huang Dapeng was boxing, and the fist wind was gusting, and the eardrums of the people who were scraping were painful.

Han Ze, who saw this scene, was very surprised in his heart.

He had already tried his best to think about the martial arts of this world, but he didn't expect to still underestimate the martial arts of this world.

Just the fist style can actually make people feel uncomfortable, if this is a punch on the body, it must not break all the internal organs of the person?

After a punch, Huang Dapeng's face was not red or panting.

Not even the breath in the wings of the nose has changed much.

Once again, Han Ze was impressed.

This is the real boxer!

Huang Dapeng walked over and asked with a smile, "Do you want to learn boxing from me?" ”

Huang Dapeng is not tall, only about 1.723 meters, but he is burly and surging in blood, which makes people automatically ignore his height.

Han Ze learned the etiquette of the rivers and lakes, hugged his fists and said: "In Xia Han Ze, I have heard Master Huang's martial arts for a long time, and when I see it today, it is indeed worthy of its reputation." ”

Huang Dapeng laughed when he heard this, and was very useful to Han Ze's sycophants, and said "modestly": "I dare not dare to be a martial artist, but Huang is confident that he still has some prestige in Longshan County." ”

"Master Huang is too modest, not to mention some prestige, when it comes to Master Huang's name, who in the city doesn't give a thumbs up and say that you are good at martial arts? If it weren't for that, how could I be the first to come to Master Huang to learn boxing? ”

Han Ze hit the snake with the stick, and the sycophants who didn't want money were served again and again.

Huang Dapeng laughed again, "It's too awarded." Originally, I rarely teach boxing in person now, but it is rare that Mr. Han has the heart, so I will make an exception. ”

Han Ze hugged his fists again and said, "Thank you, Master Huang!" ”

After speaking, he took out a silver ticket of one hundred taels from his arms and handed it to the young man next to him, "This is the tuition fee for 10 classes." In addition, for other expenses, please tell me the statistics of this senior brother, and I will settle them together when I go back. ”

"Okay. My surname is Jiang, Jiang Yong. The young man said very politely.

He doesn't eat sycophants.

But he has always been more respectful of the rich.