Seeing those people peeing like shit and running away crying for their fathers and mothers, Zhao Sheng was also stunned.

No, I originally wanted to ask carefully before calling.

Why did you scare them away with just one question?

Zhao Sheng walked to a water tank placed in front of the inn door and looked down.

It’s still the face of the pseudonym Li Qingcong. Although it’s not as handsome as the original face, it’s still pretty at any rate.

"Brother, I am not a devil."

Zhao Sheng muttered: "Is it necessary to be so scared?"

He patted his face... and found that there was still some blood on his face.

Zhao Sheng: "..."

Maybe it’s because he killed too hard last night and couldn’t hide his murderous aura.

Fortunately, the soldier guarding the city gate had just gotten up and his eyes were bleary, so he handed over the guide and came in.

He tidied himself up and hid his murderous aura before he dared to enter the inn.

The Zhao family and the Wen family had all gotten up and came down to have breakfast.

Zhao Sheng took care of everything, so they just had to eat three meals a day.

"I may stay here for a few more days, I will help you take care of it."

Zhao Sheng casually took two buns and went upstairs.

Wen Lan's pretty eyes wandered, and she suddenly lowered her head and ran over.

"Master Li, your clothes are torn, can I help you mend them?"

Zhao Sheng looked down and found that there was indeed a gap between his sleeves.

These are not his clothes, they are a change of clothes for Manager Xu who was beaten into a scumbag.

After killing an entire group of bandits, the clothes he wore were already soaked in blood.

He must have changed into a new set of clothes when he came back. Manager Xu was about the same size as him, so he just picked one up.

I didn’t notice that there were still some holes in the clothes that had not been sewn properly.

"Okay."

Zhao Sheng took off his coat with the bun in his mouth.

"Don't be in a hurry, take your time."

Zhao Sheng said with a smile, and Wen Lan blushed again.

Regardless of what his little daughter was thinking, he walked back to the room alone and rolled up the sleeve of his right arm.

Nine cyan lines are looming, and one of them seems to be different from before.

Zhao Sheng could clearly feel that it seemed to have a lot of runes in it.

It's like...more complete.

Zhao Sheng was immersed in his mind and felt his right arm carefully.

""Aoki Xuanyuan Gong", one of the orthodox techniques of the Nine Meridians..."

Zhao Sheng opened his eyes and took a breath of air.

Just now, he actually learned a technique that he had never seen before.

"The nine meridians are the nine meridians of the Duanmu Sect? How come I know the Duanmu Sect's techniques?"

Zhao Sheng didn’t quite understand.

"Could it be that last night, my blessed soul blocked Li Xiao's knife?

But at the time, I only thought that the Qing Ling Mu Pai naturally restrained the Duan Mu sect's techniques, but unexpectedly it activated one of the techniques..."

Zhao Sheng's eyes moved quickly, and he suddenly thought of a possibility.

"The Qingling Wooden Tablet contains the secret of the Nine Meridians of the Duanmu Sect, but it needs to be activated by the Duanmu Sect's skills.

After I got these nine cyan lines, I haven't encountered anyone from the Duanmu Sect, so I didn't find out about it."

He calmed down and carefully experienced the "Aoki Gengyuan Kung Fu" he had learned automatically

The true energy in the body starts naturally, and the true energy of the Duanmu Sect is born.

Its subtlety and mystery, its way leisurely, seem to be more profound and powerful than Li Xiao's sword last night!

Not only that, he could also clearly feel that the essence of Li Xiao's skills was very different from the skills inspired by the lines.

"Is Li Xiao's practice technique wrong? The technique hidden in the Qingling Wooden Tablet is stronger!"

Zhao Sheng opened his eyes and said in surprise, but then he was confused again.

"Li Xiao is a holy son of one of the nine branches of the Duanmu Sect, how could he practice the wrong technique?

Unless... the Broken Wood Sect never discovered the miraculous power of the Qingling Wooden Tablet, so they don't know that there are still hidden skills inside.

I don’t even know that the exercises inside are actually stronger and more complete than my own!”

Zhao Sheng took another breath of air when he thought of this.

"Then it's no wonder that the Duanmu Sect attaches so much importance to the Qingling Wooden Tablet that Li Qingcong smuggled down the mountain.

They may not know about the supernatural, but there must be a reason that has been passed down from generation to generation, and that’s why they pay so much attention to it.

And Li Qingcong also knew that he was committing a treasonous act, so he got a letter of recommendation and went to Jinyi Guard to stay.

No matter how strong the Broken Wood Sect is, can it still be stronger than the Jinyiwei? This calculation is indeed loud enough.

It’s a pity that I was given an advantage, so it’s not a pity anymore.”

Zhao Sheng grinned.

Anyone can be happy if they accidentally pick up a treasure.

"The wooden tablets are all gone now, and the skills are all hidden on my body. I don't think anyone can find them, right?"

Zhao Sheng rolled down his sleeves and meditated on the Qingmu Xuanyuan Kung a few times before stopping.

Taking out a letter from his bag, he began to plan for the future life of the Zhao and Wen families in Jinling.

"General Manager Hai said that the person he helped back then was named Zhuo Mingda, and now he is the head of the Siyuan Department of the Household Department in the Sixth Department of the Capital..."

Zhao Sheng banged his hand on the table and began to think about it.

As a companion capital, Jinling was prepared for Yanjing, so it naturally had a government team.

Six ministries and five temples are complete, and the Jingzhao Prefecture and the Dudu Prefecture are still there.

However, due to the existence of Yanjing, most of the government offices here are just decorations, and official positions are set up for officials who lost in court battles.

As the saying goes, the Ministry of Rites does not know how to select officials, the Ministry of Rites does not know how to pay tribute, and the Ministry of Households does not know how to collect and disperse.

Among them, officials usually only sleep soundly and sit and scream.

According to Zhao Sheng's understanding, it is a nursing home for officials.

If those who come here do not have the means to reach heaven, their lives will be over.

But having said that, all affairs in Jinling still need to be handled by officials.

Zhuo Mingda stayed in the Siyuan Department of the Ministry of Household Affairs. Although he was a low-key person, he was still able to help two families settle down and register.

"The Siyuan Department needs miscellaneous government officials, and General Manager Hai is very kind to him. In his letter, he also asked him to give some positions to Zhao and Wen's family.

With this job, I don't have to worry about food and clothing, but the two families have no relatives and no land here. It would be very bad if the government servant's job is lost that day."

Zhao Sheng thought for a while and came up with an idea.

He plans to buy two stores for the two families and do some casual business.

On weekdays, I am protected by my status as a government official, so I don’t dare to cause trouble.

When we are really at the end of our rope, we can still have a way out.

Xiao Guizi is his only friend in the palace, so he will naturally not be stingy.

Although he has no feelings for the Zhao family, he is still the biological parent of his predecessor. Zhao Ling is also lovable, and he will not be stingy with this money.

"While it's still early, let's go find Zhuo Mingda first and handle the naturalization matters for the two families."

Zhao Sheng did as he was told, casually pulled some clothes from his baggage, put them on, took the letter and walked out of the inn.

But before they had gone far, they saw a group of gangsters heading straight for the inn.

"That's it, boss, that guy is really scary!"

A young gangster bent down and led the way for the person in front.

You can see that the man is tall and tall, with disheveled hair that cannot hide his strong facial features. He is a good-looking person.

Just seeing him disheveled and holding a huge iron rod in his hand, I knew he was not a serious person.
To be continued...