Late Night Tales Of The Capital

Chapter 42: two roads

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Ye Que used three days and three nights to mop up the gangsters in the entire Luoyang City. The matter is not big or small, and it will always attract the attention of some people, such as Dali Temple.

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The group of gangsters was originally under the jurisdiction of Dali Temple. Some dirty jobs that are not seen by others, and there is no technical difficulty, are usually hired by these people. And these people are more or less under the care of Dali Temple without breaking the rules.

However, overnight, 80% of the gangsters changed hands, which really attracted a lot of attention in Dali Temple.

It felt like being dug into a corner.

Of course, the matter was calmed down very quickly, because that afternoon, Qian Shuxiao took the money and took care of the entire Dali Temple. Those who deserve ten thousand taels of silver will be given ten thousand, those who deserve one thousand will be given one thousand, and those who deserve one hundred will be given one hundred.

With money to open the way, it is natural to get twice the result with half the effort. Originally, these gangsters are wanderers with no gang and no affiliation. Now someone is willing to take over, and he knows the rules and is sensible. Anyway, looking at Dali Temple, it is already the best result.

The ruler is short and the inch is long. Since he has thrown everyone to Qian Shuxiao, Ye Que is relieved. This guy has proclaimed himself a first elder, so he has to do something no matter what.

After more than a month of observation, Ye Que also discovered that Qian Shuxiao's thoughts on practice are actually not focused, he seems to only value longevity in it. He even cared very much about managing those little gangsters. Maybe it had something to do with his identity. After all, he was the one who would inherit the entire Qian family in the future.

Instead, it was Qian Shuhua, which surprised Ye Que.

There are not many women who learn guns. Like Qian Shuhua, there are even fewer who dance with guns, open and close, and are not at all pretentious. This is not a lady, she is clearly a hero.

Maybe it was really stimulated by Lin Meier. Once Qian Shuhua started to practice, she would go crazy. The choice of shooting was ruthless, the force was ruthless, and she was even more ruthless to herself. Is the female heart sutra wrong

"Is there any way to improve my cultivation as soon as possible? The sooner the better." Qian Shuhua asked Ye Que seriously.

"In one month, it's already very fast to enter the innate realm." Ye Que would play with the thirteen swords when he had nothing to do, from fighting to becoming benevolent, one by one. It seems to be playing, but it is actually using the sword array to condense the Tianyuan in the body. For Ye Que, practice has already been integrated into the soul. "Practice should not be rushed, you need to take one step at a time."

"But I still want to go faster, or make my spear skills more lethal. Let me tell you first, I don't practice fancy fists and embroidered legs." Qian Shuhua said stubbornly.

"The ones that were handed over to you before weren't fancy fists and legs, and you've used them to kill people before." Ye Que said flatly.

"Standing still, that's a target, not a person." Qian Shuhua's voice was not loud, but his tone was firm.

"Really in such a hurry?" Ye Que asked.

"Someone is getting married soon, and I have to do something before that." Qian Shuhua didn't say it clearly, but everyone in Luoyang City knew that the person she was talking about was Ye Yunhai, and what she wanted to do was to beat Lin Mei Son.

Regarding this, Ye Que pouted, noncommittal, just went out, brought back a pure black long gun, and threw it in front of Qian Shu's screen, "Hold the gun with both arms, within three hours, the tip of the gun must not be crooked, The body of the gun cannot be slanted, and the true essence cannot be used, come to me when you are done."

"By the way, this gun has a net weight of one hundred catties."

"Do what you can."

Before Ye Que could finish his sentence, Qian Shuhua yelled loudly, raised his arms horizontally, raised his spear, and kept his eyes fixed.

At this time, it happened to be noon, the hottest time of the day.

Fortunately, Qian Shuhua's body was transformed by Yaochi and Su Nu's Heart Sutra, otherwise, let alone three hours, even a quarter of an hour might not be able to hold on, but even so, it is still a seemingly impossible challenge.

result.

The girl Qian Shuhua really stayed motionless for three hours, until the sun had completely set on the top of the mountain and the stars and the moon were rising into the sky, before she fainted on the spot.

And the scene of Qian Shuhua fainting happened to be seen by Ye Que who was returning home. Even Ye Que, who was as calm as water and calm, was dumbfounded at that moment.

However, on the second day, when Qian Shuhua found Ye Que again, Ye Que didn't teach her the profound and mysterious spear technique of breaking mountains and cracking rocks. repeat.

Straight stab!

Three thousand times in the morning, three thousand times in the noon, and three thousand times in the afternoon.

"This is the murderous marksmanship you taught me?" Qian Shuhua had a look of disbelief, feeling that she had been cheated.

"The spear skills in the world are unpredictable, such as stabbing, piercing, attacking, slamming, entanglement, circle, blocking, holding, pouncing, pointing, and dialing. , there is also a retreat."

Speaking of this, Ye Que walked slowly towards the hundred-jin black spear, "In my opinion, there is only one kind of gun that can kill people. It doesn't move like a mountain, and moves like thunder."

At the end of the speech, the long spear was raised horizontally and stabbed straight out.

A sound of breaking wind whizzed past, and a rockery 100 meters away cracked in response, with a sharp point in the center of the crack, showing its sharp edge.

"This spear is named Duosta."

"With a gun in hand, I have the world."

In fact, a real master should not explain these things so clearly. Being able to comprehend it by yourself is a talent, and not realizing it is considered practice. But Ye Que doesn't care about these things, what he fears most is trouble, and the most troublesome thing in the world is women, it doesn't matter if you explain it clearly, if you don't understand it, you have to blackmail it.

Ye Que originally thought that Qian Shuhua would not be able to persist, just like he guessed that Qian Shuxiao would come to ask him for help.

But this time the result made Ye Que very wrong.

Every day before dawn, Qian Shuhua would show up in the Green Bamboo Garden on time to practice straight acupuncture, and only left when the people were quiet every night, returning to her own room to meditate on the Su Nu Heart Sutra.

Day and night without interruption, persevere.

Looking at Qian Shuxiao again, he took a completely different path. Ever since Ye Que wiped out the gangsters in Luoyang City and threw them to him, he seemed to be interested in it all at once, and even the Luan Nest was thrown in. On the side, only at night will I spare some time to practice the Heart Sutra of the Great Dao.

In just a few days, Qian Shuxiao formulated a set of strict rules and regulations, which were stricter than the general gang rules.

For these gangsters, how to promote, how to issue missions, how to receive missions, how to get Tianmen silver and cheat rewards, how to monitor the level of cultivation, how to screen inner disciples, everything is in detail. He seems to be born with a strange obsession with management and is extremely talented.

Just three days ago, Qian Shuxiao, the first elder, presided over the first secret meeting of Tianmen. Ye Que attended as the owner of the sect, and a total of seventy-eight hooligan leaders attended.

It is said that when the leader of the hooligans left that day, one counted as the other, all of them were red-faced, excited and excited, as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.