Chapter 225 Ashes to dust, dust to dust

Night once again enveloped Qingcheng.

In the bustling sub-center of Liangzhou, many places in the city are brightly lit, showing the glory of the Taiping period.

However, there are also many places that are quite simple, with low-level houses scattered here and there, and only a few twinkling human lights.

And one of the courtyards in darkness ushered in two rather sneaky figures.

They carefully groped around it for a while, and when they were sure that no one was in the room and no one was paying attention, they jumped into the yard from the dilapidated wall.

After entering the main room in the hall more carefully, a person whispered: "Xiao Ming, what on earth are we doing here?"

"Captain Chu, please be patient. You will know after a while." Another person responded cautiously, and with a pop, he lit the small torch he brought.

As the firelight lit up, the interior of the house suddenly became blurry and gradually became clearer.

When I looked again, it was Chu Tang and Chang Xiaoming!

Chu Tang looked curious at this time.

Nan Qinghou opened the first page, picked it up and showed it to Chu Tang.

"His master?" Chu Tang expressed surprise, and became even more surprised.

Marquis Nanqing smiled sadly and said: "In your case, Captain Chu is under Fang. It can't be said that you always know when you will go crazy. He thinks that in your state, that book should be placed under you

Is it appropriate? You want your master’s hard work to be ruined by your hands, and you can only find a successor for it.”

The two of them made preparations and arrived at Qingcheng before daybreak.

Seeing that Chu Tang had accepted my trust, Marquis Nanqing was relieved and showed an expression of relief. He looked at Qi Zhou again and said decisively: "Leader Chu, let's go!"

Marquis Nanqing said solemnly: "Captain Chu, you are doing it willingly, and he is doing it with less thought. In the end, you have to thank him for passing it on for you! Finding a suitable successor for the technique has always been troublesome."

The paper is yellowed and very old. At first glance, the entire book is both thin and thick.

Before Marquis Nanqing left the courtyard, people were silent for a while.

"It's true... I have it..." Chu Tang looked at you steadily and murmured, feeling empty inside, which was because he was so happy.

"Da Ming, he is..." Chu Tang became more and more curious.

Marquis Nanqing unpacked his bag, took out an oil paper package, and slowly pulled the oil paper back, revealing his true appearance.

Chang Xiaoming had a broken hole in his chest and abdomen, and a broken arrowhead was stuck in the missing place.

Chu Tang had no choice but to help dig slower and harder.

I originally thought that Nan Qinghou would at most cremate everyone and then take the ashes to a place with bad feng shui for burial.

Marquis Nanqing stroked the big book in his hand and his voice became deeper and deeper: "This is the place where you stayed before retreating to Qingcheng. Your troupe rented the foreigner for a long time and planned to use it as a residence in Qingcheng.

The bad guys in the city are acting in some dramas. I have thought of..."

Chu Tang was stunned, but still shook his head and said: "You have a way to practice other people's skills."

Marquis Nanqing didn't let Chu Tang wait for long. He slowly got out from under the bed. When he stood up, there was a big baggage missing from my hand.

Then, I inserted the wooden board behind the grave as a tombstone.

When the two arrived at the west city gate, the small door was tightly closed, allowing anyone to exit.

Chang Xiaoming's face, on the other hand, was much more complicated. Looking at the surrounding scenery, he felt nostalgic at one moment, and then flashed with sadness.

Just look at the people on my doorstep and you will know: Chang Xiao went through many hardships and traveled all over the country to cultivate Gang Qi; and Nan Qinghou, a man with no problem in his sanity, could also cultivate it by observing the movements of cats.

Coming with low-level body skills.

"Do you have anything else you want to take?" Chu Tang asked.

However, I can only see sadness in the other person's eyes, and there is a look of temptation.

Nan Qinghou's master believed in this point deeply, and took it as a criterion, practiced it deeply, and created the "Natural Heart Sutra".

Marquis Nanqing threw a torch, threw himself into the pit, and frantically dug up the soil below.

In my heart, I have been through this test, and I always feel that if I take over that technique, it will make people think that I have no intention of helping Nan Qinghou.

Yu Xiangchen said: "The Heart Sutra is not so much a practice as it is some understanding of nature. Your master once warned you that you should regard it as a guideline and just refer to it. Use the heart method as a guide and learn from all things in nature.

The only way to realize the martial arts that suits you is to be humble."

Half an hour ago, a large hill-like earthen grave appeared under the mass grave.

The panel has the ability to include exercises encountered in real life, which is where Chu Tang has always given it bad reviews.

Taking a deep breath, Marquis Nanqing added: "Your master was afraid that he would carry the "Natural Heart Sutra" with him while acting, so I developed a habit of sticking that book on my bed.

Under the bed, I only take it away when I want to leave a place. Unfortunately, I took the book with me that time, so you can only pick it up."

Chu Tang nodded and said: "His master is a god, and he looks down on others."

It was a paper notebook that looked dated.

"Captain Chu, please give me a hand and help me take it." Chang Xiaoming handed the torch in his hand to Chu Tang.

Life's encounters are so strange. People who were still alive a few days later are now separated from each other when we meet again.

"It was folded from under a jujube tree behind his house." Nan Qinghou said abruptly.

"There are dead people below, old and young! There are only seventy or eighty of them! We hired some bad guys to help transport them out of the city. Where were they transported to? You can tell by thinking about it, if it was a mass grave in the city!"

Where is the mass grave? It's in the west of the city! How do you know? Hehe! Zhao Ziyu's house has to transport some corpses here every year! Everyone around knows it! What a sin!"

"That thing can be forgotten!" Yu Xiangchen said, digging a big hole under the grave and burying a section of dead branches away.

First, it was during Chu Tang’s explanation that I managed to control my emotions and calm down.

Seeing whether Chu Tang had taken the book or not, Nan Qinghou still kept handing it over and said: "Boss Chu, I gave him the mental method. He was worried that you are not stupid or crazy, you are sincere."

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However, that problem was not a problem for Chu Tang. I took Nan Qinghou and found a patrolled city wall. I performed the Heavy Skill Ladder Cloud Zong. After a few lifts, I left Qingcheng.

Marquis Nanqing showed a smile that was uglier than crying and said, "That's what your master and I left behind."

Chu Tang was stunned and looked at Nan Qinghou blankly.

With that said, I handed the notebook to Chu Tang.

"That's..." Chu Tang ran out of guesses.

The night wind blew, blowing on his sweaty body, and Chu Tang shivered.

Chu Tang got off the ground, sighed, and took the book solemnly. He did not open it and read it, but took the oil paper from Nan Qinghou's hand, wrapped it properly, and put it in his arms.

But even after the Four Yin Scriptures cleansed the marrow and cut down the bones, my bone endowment had not improved very much, but Chu Tang was still willing to stay indoors and practice martial arts every day.

Chu Tang stood firm.

My talent may be low, and my cultivation may be considered weak, but just for this reason, I am much inferior to many low-level players.

Chu Tang was surprised: "He asked you to help his sect find a successor?"

On a moonlit night, under the dim light of torches, corpses were scattered all over the ground.

As for the origin of martial arts, the most recognized theory is not that the ancients created martial arts suitable for human body cultivation through observation, summary, imitation, innovation, and hard work from generation to generation through their struggles with wild beasts.

Marquis Nanqing sat up halfway and suddenly laughed: "Ashes return to ashes, dust returns to dust, where can we bury people in the green hills? At most, we were buried by your own hands, so we are considered innocent souls."

Chu Tang was surprised when he saw that I looked sad but my hands were empty. After thinking about it, he decided to ask more questions.

Marquis Nanqing dug until his fingers were broken and a lot of blood was shed. Chu Tang advised me to take a rest, but I ignored him and dug out corpses one after another with tears in my eyes.

Chu Tang glanced at it from the young master.

Following the direction they were told later, the two walked 28 miles away and found a hill in the south.

We carefully explored the area around Zhao Ziyu's residence, and through communicating with people nearby, we found out that Zhao Ziyu's residence had hired some laborers in the morning to transport some things out of the residence.

This is Chang Xiaoming!

After saying that, I left the main house and came to the yard. I had retreated to the two large rooms on the right and walked out first.

"Please leave him alone!" Nanqinghou begged.

The two of them worked hard for half an hour, and they didn't stop until they dug new soil in the small pit.

Only half of the corpse was exposed in that small pit. It must have been that when burying people, no one was lazy and buried it hastily.

When he saw Chang Xiaoming bending down and getting under the bed in the main room, the surprise on Chu Tang's face became even greater.

It is said that these things were all wrapped in straw mats and looked like people.

If he wanted to practice martial arts in this world, Chu Tang could only spend a small amount of time and energy on hard training.

If I don’t have that time, I’ll go inside and kill less thieves and accumulate less chivalry points. As soon as the panel opens, will some magical skills come out?

Nan Qinghou shook his head and said: "Boss Chu, it's okay to give him the mental method. Let him take a look?"

Chu Tang became even more silent.

Same as the smoothness of the dead branches below, those two branches looked very rough, probably because no one took them out to play with often.
To be continued...