The old ghost of the Yellow River, Tian Shanhua, experienced a lot when he was young. He once had his Dantian broken, and by chance, he got a relic. Not only did he repair the damaged Dantian, it also gave him a majestic, turbid internal energy in his body. This internal force seems to come from the sky, flowing endlessly.
Just a thought, the people here couldn't sit still, they rolled out and crawled out. Tian Shanhua's internal energy has no specific form, but it feels to everyone as if they have fallen into the surging Yellow River, suppressing them to the point that they can't breathe.
Bai Ya is right behind Jiang Qichen. If Tianshanhua is like the endless Yellow River, then Jiang Qichen is a dam that will never collapse.
"Did you spend money?"
"What's the meaning?"
"You just stand up and they run away. If they fight, they will fight. Get a bunch of people to show off that you are a peerless master. Is it interesting?"
Tian Shanhua understood that her own internal strength did not put any pressure on the opponent. If this was the case, then she would be more powerful. He concentrated all his abilities on his right hand. With this punch, even the steel plate in front of him was shattered.
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Jiang Qichen grabbed Tian Shanhua's fist and said, "You can use more force. Brother Zhou cracked the ground that time."
Tian Shanhua didn¡¯t take action, he was not an idiot. He took two steps back, sat down on the spot, and asked seriously: "Can I think about the choice given by Master Bai for two days?"
At this time, with an arrow on the string, Bai Ya will not give Tian Shanhua time to think. There will be many variables in two days. However, as soon as Tian Shanhua finished speaking, Jiang Qichen said: "Bai Ya, give Boss Tian two days to think about it."
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Bai Ya naturally agreed with what Jiang Qichen said. The two came out together, and Jiang Qichen explained: "Hunters should not force their prey into a corner. This is an old saying."
"I probably understand what you mean."
"Where to go now?"
"Go find Xiaoqing."
When we found Xiaoqing, she had just escaped from danger. Her nose was bruised and her face was swollen. It looked like she had been in a fight. Seeing Bai Ya, Xiaoqing's face was full of embarrassment: "That's sloppy."
"I thought you were getting smarter, what's going on?"
"The young heroes taught me some Kung Fu of the Holy Fire Cult, and I hid a sword on my waist. But learning and actual fighting are two different things. No, I will make myself quite embarrassed."
"You realized the danger, wouldn't you call the young heroes for help?"
¡°I can help you for a while, but you can¡¯t help me forever. These people are not great, they just come here to accumulate experience.¡±
Bai Ya sighed, touched Xiaoqing's face gently, and asked distressedly: "Does it hurt?"
"It hurts."
"Then you should have some rest tonight."
"No, I still need to take care of the lady's supper. If I don't take care of it, if you follow Jiang Shaoxia, you might end up eating beggar's chicken."
"Why are you so stubborn?"
After saying that, Bai Ya raised her hand, and Xiaoqing was so scared that she closed her eyes. However, Bai Ya held Xiao Qing in her arms and said seriously: "Next time, use your brain and don't think about taking action."
"I don't have the brains of a lady."
"Not everyone is me. You have to put yourself in their shoes and think about the level of your opponent."
"I understand."
"Then tonight"
"Don't even think about it!"
"You girl are rebelling, aren't you?"
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The next day, Jiang Qichen and the guards were cleaning up some chores in the mansion. The governor's envoy, unlike the magistrate, does not stay here permanently, so he will live in the inner palace of the government.
We moved in yesterday, but Bai Ya is her daughter¡¯s house after all, and she likes to keep the house clean and comfortable. The guards had to be ordered to tidy up. Jiang Qichen never felt that he was superior to others, so of course he followed suit.
At this time, Tian Shanhua came and saw Jiang Qichen cleaning the house with the guards, and felt puzzled.
¡°Boss Tian, ??I¡¯ve figured it out.¡± Jiang Qichen asked.
¡°No, I wanted to talk to you, but I didn¡¯t expect you to be busy.¡±
¡°There is half an hour of free time after lunch, and we can chat then.¡±
"Why don't we eat together and chat for a while longer."
"I am not qualified to attend the banquet of a big shot."
Tian Shanhua laughed loudly: "Then there will be no big shots today. Let's eat a bowl of Yongzhou authentic beef noodles and a stove-roasted meat bun together outside the government office."
¡°My mouth is watering just listening to it, okay, let¡¯s meet at noon.¡±
¡¡The two of them were eating at the stall. Tian Shanhua was dressed simply, and no one paid attention to him, but he seemed carefree. Jiang Qichen sipped the noodles and said, "Boss Tian, ??what do you want from me?"
¡°You really don¡¯t know what to say?¡±
"This side is good."
"Maybe I haven't eaten it for a long time. Thinking about the time when I was struggling to make a living with my brothers and sisters, I just wanted to eat a bowl of hot beef noodles with more pepper."
Jiang Qichen wondered: "Boss Tian also lived a hard life."
"I have never had enough to eat. In the past, to have a bowl of rice, you had to run errands and work. Now, to have a mouthful of rice, you have to kill people and steal goods. Think about it, people live their whole lives just to have a mouth."
"I heard from the old people in the village that the road for good people is difficult, and the road for bad people is not long. Both are difficult"
"Yeah, I don't know why I thought I was a bad guy. It's easier to kill a person now than it was to kill a chicken before."
"Why kill people? One day, I also wanted to kill someone, but someone told me that killing people is not a good thing. Later I thought about it and roughly understood that in fact, everyone who doesn't want to be a good person has no choice but to do it. Boss Tian, ??you What's the purpose of killing people?"
"It used to be for revenge, and then it was to save the lives of my younger brothers and sisters. Now it's a daily routine, and I can't find a reason. It has fallen!"
Jiang Qichen sighed: "You are a good brother."
"No, I have eighteen brothers and sisters. We call ourselves Nine Tunes and Eighteen Bends. Now, we only have two sisters and three brothers left, and we can't even make up the Nine Tunes."
"Are they all younger siblings?"
"No, I have older brothers. My older brothers and sisters protected me at first, but then they all died and I became the boss. I stumbled to where I am today."
Jiang Qichen finished the last mouthful of beef noodle soup and said seriously: "I understand, a person as powerful as you has to live awkwardly for his younger brothers and sisters. There must be an old Black Mountain demon in the Yellow River."
"This is a good metaphor."
"In this case, I will take a leave from Bai Ya's place and go with you to meet this old Black Mountain monster. You will come back and explain the matter clearly to Bai Ya. Then, you capable people will work together to deal with the Yellow River and benefit the people. .¡±
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"You don't dare to do this, but that's what you think in your heart. You are a good person and you grew up by the Yellow River. You definitely don't want to see the people suffer."
"Can someone who kills people be considered a good person?"
"Since you are a good brother, you are a good person. I am asking for leave tonight and we will go tomorrow."
There is a Fuyun Mountain in Xining County. There is a cliff that looks like it has been split open. There are several grottoes and a dilapidated temple on the mountain. This was once a place where pilgrims worshiped Buddha, but now it is occupied by the Salt Gang. The Salt Gang built a majestic house on the top of the mountain. The house is divided into an inner courtyard and an outer courtyard. The outer courtyard is where salt merchants pay tribute, and the inner courtyard is for the Salt Gang disciples to have fun.
The place where Tian Shanhua brought Jiang Qichen was the Yan Gang. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com