The first time he killed someone, Li Pingan looked as usual.

The hand that took the scalpel did not tremble and penetrated the heart accurately.

Li Ping'an emerged from the shadows, stabbed the body's vital parts a few times, and then lit the oil lamp after making sure it was completely dead.

"This man looks familiar..."

Thinking back carefully, it seems that I met this person at the apprenticeship banquet and received a lot of gifts.

"No wonder you are so generous. What you are doing is a business without capital!"

Li Ping'an's impression on the Jianghu people is a bit bad. How can a group of knights who have nothing to do with production be able to eat and drink without worrying about living and drinking.

Most of them relied on their martial arts skills to steal, kidnap, defraud and exploit civilians.

Li Pingan took off the black scarf covering his face and used a simple gas mask made of gauze and cotton to prevent the poisonous powder and venom from entering.

I don't know how many masters in the world have died from despicable means such as spreading poisonous powder and spraying venom.

"I still need to find two pieces of crystal to make gas goggles!"

Li Ping'an wrapped the body in a sheet and walked out of the room. He saw Zhigang standing in the yard, his huge bald head conspicuous in the moonlight.

"It seems that the poor monk is worrying too much."

Zhigang pointed to the courtyard wall and said: "Thieves who enter the house usually sneak to the wall, plant thorny flowers and plants three feet away from the wall, and dig a hole in the open space in the middle. If ten come in, nine will fall in."

"There is a method of listening to the breath in Jianghu, which can determine the location of a layman's house. Fighting at close range is always dangerous."

Li Ping'an said in surprise: "Master still knows about traps?"

Zhigang clasped his hands together: "To be in the world, you have to know a little bit about everything."

Li Ping'an teased: "So the master reads the fortune of the eldest girl and the young daughter-in-law?"

"The poor monk is in need!"

Zhigang turned around and went back to the house, and soon there was a loud snoring sound.

Li Ping'an threw the body on the street, and the body collector would take it away tomorrow, so there was no need to worry that the Yamen would track down the murderer.

People in the Jianghu were fighting each other, but the Yamen never paid attention to them, wishing that all of them were dead.

Go back to the house, wash the floor and clean the windows, reconnect the threads on the windows and pillows, go back to bed and continue sleeping.

Li Ping'an slept behind the curtain on the inside of the bed, and there was a scarecrow lying on the outside. A hole was dug out of the wall next to the bed and covered with bricks.

If there are many thieves coming, break through the wall and escape!

…

Yesterday's apprenticeship banquet was widely circulated among the people.

It's not because of the size of the ostentation. No one in Kyoto has many rich relatives, and they have seen a lot of things in the world.

What people talk about are the Jianghu people and the things they hear about Jianghu.

Things like mountain bandits and water bandits, happy feuds, martial arts competitions, etc., it seems like people living in storybooks and storytelling appear in front of you.

Not to mention the dead Broken Wind Sword, there is another boxer nicknamed the God-Destroying Fist who can boast the most.

If you listen to this nickname, you will know that you are not a humble person.

The boxer boasts that his boxing skills are among the top ten in Daqian. He once competed with Quan Zhenheluo and lost only his moves.

He also said that there was a severe drought in Qingzhou a few years ago, and the local officials were greedy for money to provide food for disaster relief. The boxer couldn't stand it, so he beat the county magistrate and the yamen servant to the ground with three punches and two kicks.

He opened a warehouse to store grain and saved a whole county of people.

Mysterious stories that are true or false have become the talk of the town, and reprocessing is inevitable during this period.

One spreads to ten, and ten spreads to a hundred.

Rumors began to circulate in the market that the Hanzi Formation killed three thousand bandits, defeated the Sword God with his fists, and suppressed the Sword Master with his palms.

What was originally a story about beating up a corrupt magistrate turned into a punch that pierced the magistrate's heart, two punches that shattered the master, and three punches that sent the yamen officer flying.

As for the corrupt officials in the story, naturally the more miserable their death, the better. How about calling it a good wish?

The boxer soon became a hero who prayed for the people, and he had a new nickname.

The fist conquers the mountains and rivers!

It sounds domineering and arrogant.

The New Year is approaching.

Li Pingan met the boxer again and was sent to the mortuary by Zheng Chai.

The corpse was wrapped in a straw mat. It was covered in blood and its hands and feet were broken. It was unknown how much torture it had gone through.

"Fourth uncle, why did you deliver it in person?"

"If the imperial court wants to commit a crime, it cannot be negligent."

Zheng Chabo explained: "This guy is very tough-talking. He killed an imperial official and refused to admit it. He was interrogated for three days and three nights, and he was almost dead before he was detained!"

Li Ping'an asked doubtfully: "Did he really kill an official?"

"That's not clear. Anyway, people on the street said he killed him."

Zheng Chabo said indifferently: "Our duty is to keep the prisoners in custody. The one who investigates the case is the Zhenfu Division, and they also get the credit."

"..."

Li Ping'an had some speculations, and couldn't help but be horrified when he heard the facts.

Bragging and rumors can be criminalized. The laws of this era are like a joke!

This thing is just an episode.

Boxer warned Li Ping'an with his life to drink less and not get drunk outside. When he went to bury the corpses in the mass grave, he dug a hole alone to express his gratitude.

I found a wooden board, carved the four words "Fist to control the mountains and rivers" and buried it.

It's a pity that I never knew the boxer's name until I died.

The New Year is approaching.

The Sansi Yamen began to take a rest.

Zhi Gang certainly failed to get the money before the year and could not send his brother's body back home, so he had to stay in Beijing to celebrate the New Year with Li Ping'an.

The 30th day of the twelfth lunar month.

Lunar New Year's eve.

The bright moon is like a hook, cold and hazy.

On his first New Year's Eve in Daqian, Li Ping'an specially made dumplings stuffed with pork and green onions to remember his past life and convey his longing.

Daqian has food similar to dumplings, but it's called "Bianshi" and the way it's eaten is more like big-stuffed wontons.

The dumplings were served, and Zhi Gang, who couldn't wait, picked one up and swallowed it whole.

"tasty."

"How dare you eat dumplings without dipping them in vinegar?"

Li Ping'an gave instructions on how to eat dumplings, opened the mud seal of the wine jar, and the soft aroma wafted out. He poured it into the bowl and it was as clear as water.

"In the 20th year of Han Jiangxue, I only bought one jar, so save some!"

The reputation of the Four Seasons Restaurant in the capital is far better than that of the small wine shop Shilichun. In winter, it only sells Hanjiangxue, and after tonight, it only sells Zui Chungui.

Zhigang took the bowl and drank it slowly, then drank half the bowl in one gulp and savored the taste.

"Good wine."

"There are twenty-two jars."

Li Pingan ate dumplings and drank wine, chatting with Zhigang about Jianghu affairs.

"Master, do you know which sect is the best in the world?"

"Anyone who asks this question is a layman."

Zhigang said: "The poor monk reaches from the grassland in the north to Wanshan Mountain in the south. He has traveled across more than 20 states in Daqian. He is well-informed, but he doesn't know which sect is the strongest!"

Li Ping'an filled the glass with wine: "Why is this?"

"No one dares to claim first place!"

Zhigang recalled: "Thirty years ago, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net Sword Immortal Sect had over 10,000 disciples and was the leader in the world. Now it has been fragmented into more than a dozen small sects. A hundred years ago, the Caogang was known as the Caogang with 100,000 members. First, it will be destroyed after a few years of failure..."

"Even further back, there were similar prosperous sects. However, the most taboo word in the world is to be number one. Anyone who dares to shout this slogan will be attacked by a group of people!"

Li Ping'an suddenly understood and asked: "Is there a peerless master who is recognized by all warriors and integrates all sects to become the leader of the martial arts alliance?"

"There has never been such a person before, and there will never be one again!"

Zhigang said: "The imperial court will never allow the existence of a martial arts leader. If someone really dominates the world and has the strength to rebel and become king, can the Zhao royal family sleep peacefully?"

Li Ping'an asked doubtfully: "How can a martial arts master who is so free and easy be afraid of the imperial court?"

None of the peerless masters in the novel took the imperial court seriously, and would always go to the palace, kill corrupt officials, or rob a prison.

"Who is not afraid of the imperial court?"

Zhigang picked up the altar and burned the knife, and Gululu drank most of the altar.

"You can't escape by flying on the eaves and walls, but you can't escape with strong bows and crossbows. A martial arts master can't resist the encirclement and encirclement of the army. In terms of strength, the imperial court is the number one sect in the world!"

Li Pingan thought about it carefully and felt that it made sense.

The imperial court's millions of elite soldiers swept across the world, and any martial arts secrets and panaceas could be obtained. There were no regulations in the world, and imperial officials and soldiers could not practice martial arts.

Even if there are talented warriors among the people, the imperial court can easily win them into the system by bestowing generous salaries on high-ranking officials.

In this way, how can Jianghu sects compete with the imperial court?

Li Ping'an's dream of being a gangster in his heart was immediately extinguished. After all, he was a member of the No. 1 sect in the world.

The end of the universe is indeed Kaogong!