Chapter 83 Rescue Program

Sensei could help or not, first draw a big pie to extract some information. If Number Six was evil, Xu Qi’an would cast him out to reduce the number of wolves exterminating in the Heaven and Earth Society.

Of course, before that, he had to trick his way into Six’s hideout to ensure that he was spared any future trouble, as Six was very powerful.

Breaking into the Ping Yuan Burial Mansion at night, decapitating Ping Yuan Burial, heavily injuring the night watchman, and hiding from the crowd. This was definitely a mid-grade expert, or even stronger.

If there was a reason for what happened, he would do what he could to help, portraying his own great image of Chen Jinnan, the general helmsman of the Tiandi Association.

Wei Yuan let him go undercover, not letting him dive all the time, need to make some achievements.

Can number three help?

He was able to comfortably take Six in the midst of a manhunt by the night watchmen and the Imperial Sword Guards?

What is his status, just a Confucian disciple?

At this point in time, if you don’t have a reasonable identity, you’ll be wanted on the spot even if you’re walking around the inner city.

Or can he make the Kingsguard, or the night watchman?

Xu Qi’an’s words caused the Earth Book Fragment holders to float around, secretly guessing his true identity and speculating on his next move.

[Nine: Heh, if Number Three is willing to help, it’s no problem. Number Six, don’t hide it.]

Golden Lotus Taoist Master is certain that Number Three can help Number Six resolve the crisis …. Number Three is by no means an ordinary Confucian disciple, he is bound to have a more secretive and higher level identity ….. The newcomer that Daoist Master Golden Lotus has recruited this time is not trivial.

The members of the Heaven and Earth Society were energized and remained silent, watching the disorder unfold.

[No. 6: One of my senior brothers has disappeared, missing for a year, and I suspect he’s been abducted and sent out of the capital through a secret channel.

[After much probing and investigation, I locked in on a tooth organization that abducts and captures women and children and sells them to greenhouses, beggar gangs, and other places that need women and children.

[Not only do they traffic in children and women, they also take cultivators captive, the real purpose of which I have yet to find out.

[In the end, I found out that the proprietor behind that tooth organization is Ping Yuan Bo.]

[3: So you killed in anger?]

[6: I infiltrated into the Ping Yuan Bo’s residence and forced to ask about the whereabouts of my senior brother, but to no avail, so I beheaded him to transcend my sins.]

[1: Why don’t you report it to the police if you are violating the prohibition by force.]

Number One disapproves of the way Number Six handles things.

[2: Nonsense, if the law is useful, Ping Yuan Bo would have been sanctioned long ago, the officials are protecting each other. There is no God in three feet, justice is only in the sword.]

…. This is a cynic! In fact, you can report Ping Yuan Bo, it is unwise to kill people. Xu Qi An Xin said.

However, it was inferred from this that Number Six was a guy with a straight character, even reckless and impulsive, who liked to convince people with reason (physics). This is quite similar to Confucianism.

Number One didn’t seem to care to argue with Number Two and didn’t respond.

[VI: I had a reason. Over the course of a year, I rescued many children, some of whom had their arms and legs chopped off and lay prostrate on the side of the road begging. The more resourceful ones were trained to be thieves. And most heinous of all ….

[I once rescued a child, and the teeth disguised him as a black dog and taught him a few words to curry favor, thus pleasing the unsuspecting people and exacting a reward.]

[I: Are you serious?

[VI: Nature.]

Number One didn’t say anything for a long time.

[3: You’ve managed to convince me that although I hate it when martial artists violate prohibitions by force and do things without thinking, I’m still willing to help you.]

Xu Qi’an held back the anger in his chest and imitated Xu Erlang’s character, speaking in the tone that a Confucian should have.

[Two: Well, I kind of identify with number three now.]

[4: People of nature, let’s drink together sometime.]

[VI: Thanks a lot.]

None of them shouted out Number Three’s name, probably knowing in their hearts that Chen Jinnan or whatever was not Number Three’s real name at all.

[Three: Where are you hiding?]

[VI: In the aqueduct outside the Pingyuan Burial Mansion.]

The drains are sewers, dirty and smelly places, there are no sewer workers in this era, and idle people will not go inside, belonging to the blind spot of the row.

But only for a moment; when the night watchman had gathered his men, he would never let this place go.

[III: I understand, wait for my message.]

Xu Qi’an retrieved the small jade mirror, holding the knife in one hand and rubbing his chin with the other as he pondered how to deal with this matter.

Taking people out of the inner city he couldn’t do it, with fellow Imperial Sword Guards and beatniks along the way.

The only thing Xu Qi’an could do was to turn a blind eye in the precincts he patrolled, and that too as soon as possible, otherwise, when the imperial sword guards and the night watchmen blocked off the surrounding area and then lined up at every level, there would be no way for him to try to save number six.

“Time is running out to come up with a foolproof plan ….”

If he wanted to save Number Six, he would have to conceal himself from both the night watchman and the warlock from the Si Tian Supervisor. Then, Xu Qi’an had to do two things, first: help Number Six find a hiding place. Second: help him conceal his breath.

The former wasn’t difficult, as long as he dealt with tonight, tomorrow morning Six could disguise himself as an ordinary person and leave the city on his own.

With Ping Yuan Bo’s status, it wasn’t so bad that the gates of the inner city were kept closed all the time, and the gates would definitely have to be opened at dawn.

The hard part is how to cover up the scent of the Land.

“After killing someone, it’s inevitable that they will be tainted with hostile qi, and this definitely cannot be hidden from the qi lookout techniques of the Szetian Supervisor’s warlocks. Have another PY with Song Qing?”

“No, I haven’t paid for the whoring in the last PY deal, and the Periodic Table of Elements hasn’t been sent over to the Heavenly Monarch by now. Moreover, Song Qing is as ironclad as I am, and it’s a bit hard to get him to help with this kind of thing. Unless I sleep that little beauty Chu Caiwei to my hand ….”

Although the Earth Book could take people in, none of the members of the Heaven and Earth Society mentioned this, and Xu Qi’an guessed that the scent couldn’t be concealed and would be found by the Qi Looking Technique.

The key point is still to cover the breath …. Xu Qi’an has a way to try, this is also he dared to openly pretend in the “earth book chat group” the bottom of the air.

He pulled out the booklet and clattered through the pages, finding one of the pages that read, A leaf for the eyes!

In the afternoon, Xu Qi’an had already memorized all the spells recorded in the booklet in his mind, so that he could do so in his heart.

A leaf of blindness, can allow the caster to hide the form and breath, to achieve the effect of “erasing” the existence.

Its essence is to twist the corresponding rules with the words of Confucianism’s fifth grade virtue realm. Then through the “learning” ability of the Sixth Grade Confucian realm, the rules were recorded on paper.

Xu Qi’an looked left and right, locking onto an inn across the street, pointed his toes and flew to the ridge of the house, listening sideways to the heartbeat and breathing, and looking for an empty room.

He hung on the wall like a gecko, prying the window pins open a little with his saber.

That done, he rushed to the residence of Uncle Ping Yuan, not far from himself, and stood for a while peering over the ridge across the street to find the aqueduct.

Xu Qi’an drew out the arrows in the cowhide pouch at his waist, tied the torn paper to the arrows, and threw them with force.

“Duk!”

Arrows nailed to the earthen wall by the aqueduct.

He crouched low on the ridge, pulling out a small jade mirror and sending a message:

[III: Six, by the aqueduct where you are hiding, there is an arrow on the earthen wall with what you need. I’ve prepared a room at the Green Book Inn on the neighboring street, and the sixth window on the second floor is open. Go quickly!]

He didn’t bother to look in the mirror, but stared at the aqueduct, and after ten seconds or so a big bald head with a square face, thick eyebrows, and a bitter face emerged from there.

The big bald man scanned the surrounding area warily for a second, his eyes then falling on the arrows pinned into the wall.

He drew his arrow and unfolded the paper on it to look at it.

A leaf for the eyes?

The big bald man seemed to have figured something out, and a relieved relief appeared on his face.

Number three is really a Confucian scholar.

He immediately ignited the paper with his qi, and an inexplicable force enveloped him, collecting his aura.

…. This ability to collect breath!

The big bald man’s pupils shrunk slightly, revealing a shocked expression.

This was not something an unusual fifth grade Virtue Realm could do, it was at least a fourth grade Junzi Realm.

There was no mistaking the identity of number three, not only was he a Confucian disciple, but he was also a student who was valued by a certain great scholar.

Taoist Master Golden Lotus had said that every holder of an Earth Book Fragment was a proud son of Heaven, and it was true.

Instead of leaving immediately, he unhurriedly took out the clean and tidy monk’s clothes from the jade small mirror and changed into them, throwing the foul-smelling nagging shoes and clothes into the jade small mirror.

Have to leave in a hurry, if we delay any longer, the masters of the night watchman will gather over and it will be dangerous …. The big bald head did not dare to fly over the eaves and walk briskly in the street.

At this time, he saw the neighboring street on the ridge of the roof, stood a young man with a straight body, wearing a night watchman’s uniform, one hand pressed the knife, facing the night wind, staring at the front, his eyes pale and lonely.

The body is abysmal.

He was like a glow in the dark, burning brightly.

This gong’s aura is introverted and deep, and his god is handsome …. The night watchman really has a lot of talent …. The big bald man looked at it for a few moments and secretly appreciated it in his heart.

He followed Three’s words and found the Green Book Inn, and the sixth window was indeed open.

The big bald man leaped up lightly and entered the room noiselessly, and in a moment the window door was closed.

“Hoo….” Xu Qi’an’s shoulders slumped and he stopped posing.

Although he knew that number six was a Buddhist disciple and thought that it wouldn’t be a woman, he was still a little disappointed in his heart.

“Number nine is Jinlian that old silver coin, number six is a bitter and hateful Lu Zhishen, a few other netizens, there should always be pretty girls.” Xu Qi’an just wanted to pull out a mirror to take a look at the chat logs when his ears twitched and saw the sound of hurried footsteps.

Out of sight, dozens of dark shadows rose and fell over the ridge, hurrying this way.

“Next, suffer through this before the Land is considered safe!” Xu Qi’an narrowed his eyes and thought to himself.

The murder of Ping Yuan Bo has alarmed the golden gongs on duty this night, the six silver gongs, and the dozens of bronze gongs on night duty.

The night watchmen on duty were almost out in force, with a couple of white coats from the Superintendent of Justice.

The Imperial Sword Guards, in conjunction with the night watchmen, had tightly blocked off the Pingyuan Burial Mansion for several miles in a radius, while these men brought the white clothes of the Sietian Supervisors to conduct a carpet check.

The leader of the golden gong is called Jiang Ruizhong, more than forty years old, with black hair, fine crow’s feet at the corners of the eyes, and a pair of eyes as sharp as an eagle’s eye, flashing with sharp and icy pupil light.

These eyes were so famous in the night watchman’s yamen that no one could meet his gaze for more than three seconds, except for the gongs of the same rank.

He led the team, rising and falling constantly from the tops of the buildings, his sharp eyes scanning the dark city center.

A few of the white coats of the Divisional Superintendent were carried by the gongs, their eyes streaming with clear light as they swept inch by inch through the streets below.

Jiang Lizhong said in a deep voice, “After a murderer kills someone, his breath is bound to be tinted with blood light, have several of you noticed any anomalies?”

Several warlocks were only eighth grade qi lookout masters with mediocre combat power, they could not yet fly and needed to be carried by the gongs, but this did not prevent them from showing their superiority in front of the martial artists.

“No!” The white-robed men of the Divine Constabulary replied in a salty manner.

Jiang Ruzhong’s expression paused and endured.

After traveling for a while longer, a certain white-robed Sitarius saw Xu Qi’an standing proudly on the ridge of the house, froze for a moment, and then rejoiced wildly: “Go down, quickly go down.”

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