Chapter 243 Big move "Mingmugen?" Yang Dongxiong looked at the amber lotus leaf with golden patterns in his hand. He held it up to the sunlight, and the golden patterns sparkled. "It's in excellent condition, and a rare item. But why is it in the shape of a lotus leaf?" "I was separated from a lotus, so it is in this shape." Liang Qu took out two more pieces from his arms, "The other two pieces are for Master's Wife and Senior Brother. Please pass them on to Master." Yang Dongxiong nodded, took the leaf and looked at Liang Qu again, stroked his beard and asked with a smile: "Did you pick that lotus from the water again?" Liang Qu grinned. "It's okay to go into the water in the next few days, but after six days, don't go running around and try to stay at home." "Bing Fire Day?" On the day of Bing Fire, everything becomes restless and monsters often appear. That is why the beaver family came to the house to seek refuge.
Liang Qu's fate is based on water, which means many opportunities, but good and bad are interdependent, which also means crisis. A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. Japan is experiencing turbulent times due to Bing Fire, so you should stay away from it. Unexpectedly, Yang Dongxiong shook his head. "It is not so. Fortune and misfortune are interdependent. Being timid will only lead to lost opportunities. I told you not to run around, because the Hebo Police Station and the Monster Hunting Department may have a big move in the near future, so you should train hard and don't slack off." Big move? Liang Qu wanted to ask clearly, but Yang Dongxiong didn't tell him the whole story. The origin of chaos is words. If the king is not secretive, his ministers will lose; if the ministers are not secretive, they will lose their virginity; if matters are not secretive, it will cause harm. Yang Dongxiong is the head of the Hebo Institute and the Demon Hunting Bureau. Even though it is a sinecure, his strength is there and he cannot avoid it. He knows everything he should know, but he can only reveal so much. Liang Qu didn't ask any more questions. The master will not harm him rashly. Just stay at home. It won’t make much difference anyway. "Then, about this matter, that person in my family..." Liang Qu was talking about the old monk. Before catching Wu Long, he had told Yang Dongxiong about Master Zhenxiang coming here to look for the evil monk. Yang Dongxiong thought for a while and nodded slightly. Liang Qu understood. After visiting Yang Mansion, Liang Qu went to other places in Pingyang County one after another, delivering a portion of the Netherwood Root to each of his senior brothers. Only when he arrived at Senior Brother Lu Gang's residence did he ask for a few additional portions of metal ore. "Brother, how much are these four pieces worth?" Liang Qu showed Lu Gang a few pieces of selected ore. Lu Gang glanced at them and waved his hand. "Take it, it's not worth your dark wood root."
"Brother, you'd better tell me. Just because it's not worth it now doesn't mean it won't be worth it in the future." "how do I say this?" "In the future, I may come here every month to ask for a few pieces of ore. It will add up over time and it will be worth it." The value of Mingmu is equivalent to gold. The palm-sized leaves Liang Qu gave weighed only a little over two taels, and were relatively large among all the leaves. Even if the value of the Mingmu root increased tenfold, it would be twenty taels of gold, equivalent to more than two hundred taels of silver. Liang Qu is not a stingy person. The ore he picked for the beaver is of good quality, at least more than a hundred yuan. Lu Gang put down the hammer after hearing this: "Brother Liang, do you want to learn how to be a weaponsmith? This amount of weight is not enough for you. You can only make a dagger at most." "How dare I compete with Senior Brother Lu for business? I will starve to death. I have other uses for them. I have raised a few little creatures that eat ore." "Eat ore?" Lu Gang was not surprised, as there were many strange and bizarre creatures in the world. He just asked Liang Qu not to be distracted by them. "We'll calculate it next time. You can just take these pieces. The ore has not been refined yet, so its value is not that high." "Thank you, senior brother." Liang Qu thought about it and stopped refusing. After leaving Lu's house, Liang Qu went to Hebo and gave all the remaining ten pieces to Ran Zhongshi, asking him to help pass them on. When he was about to leave, Ran Zhongshi said the same thing to him. The meaning of his words was more vague than what Yang Dongxiong said. He only told him not to run around, and didn't say anything else. He also asked him to keep it a secret. Liang Qu naturally agreed and left Ran Zhongshi's study. When he passed the second floor, he took a special look at the filing room. Li Shoufu and Huang Pingchang registered at their desks. He Bo and He Chang accepted tasks as usual, just like in the past. Obviously, not everyone has the connections to know some special news in advance. Don't underestimate the reminders given by Ran Zhongshi and Yang Dongxiong a few days in advance. If you don’t practice for one day, you know it; if you don’t practice for two days, your opponent knows it. Sharpening a gun in the face of battle will bring displeasure. Many times, we have no way out, don’t know what’s important, and become cannon fodder for no apparent reason. Liang Qu felt a little sad, but he would not cause any trouble. He just wondered what the big move was. The fundamental purpose of changing Pingyang Town into a county was to establish a "Beiting Protectorate", but the Beiting Protectorate was for defending against the outside of the Great Wall, while Pingyang County and even the future Pingyang Prefecture were for defending against the remnants of the Daqian. The only person worthy of the cooperation between the Hebo Bureau and the Demon Hunting Bureau is the remnant of Daqian. A tiger never falls from its cage until it dies. According to rumors, there were more than two dozen people who escaped to the big swamp, including Grandmaster Guang Zhenxiang.
What a huge force! Even though many of their fighters have died during the days of fighting with Xu Guogong, and several have died in the past sixty years, it can still be expected that many masters are still lingering on. I wonder how powerful these remnants are that require the joint efforts of the Hebo Police Station and the Demon Hunting Bureau to defeat them? Normally, hunting tigers with five against one would not require such a large number of troops. Could it be that... Liang Qu shuddered. Two from the Demon Hunting Bureau, two from the River and Lake Police, even if you include my master, there are only five tiger hunters. Can they deal with Zhenxiang? Or is it that some powerful person has come to Pingyang County that he doesn't know about? Liang Qu returned home with worries and went to see the old monk first. "Master, the Hebo Police Station and the Demon Hunting Bureau may have to take action against the remnants of Daqian's Zhenxiang!" The old monk licked the ink dry, put down the brush in his hand, and looked at Liang Qu quietly. "What's the problem?" "Ah... no problem?" The old monk made a gesture of invitation. When he came to his senses, Liang Qu had already left the west wing and entered the courtyard. ? Liang Qu fell into deep thought, wondering why he came to see the old monk. Oh, I'm looking for someone to cover me. At present, apart from him, the Taoist priest of Louguantai and his master, no one probably knows that there is a master named Zhenxiang Can hidden in Pingyang County. The old monk is also the strongest fighter Liang Qu knows so far. Even if his dantian is broken, he is no match for an ordinary tiger hunter. If something unexpected happens, at least there will be someone who seems to be able to take care of it. My goal should have been achieved, right? Liang Qu looked back at the closed door of the west wing, and at the same time communicated with the fat catfish and other animals in the spiritual link, asking them and the group of finless porpoises to go out less and come to live in the pond on weekdays, so as not to be mistaken for wild monsters and killed. Yang Dongxiong said that it was okay to hang out for a while six days ago, but Liang Qu firmly chose to stay at home, not go anywhere, and practice martial arts diligently. I vowed to learn the "Ear Consciousness Method" or point out the Thunder Steps before the big move came. Five days later. Quiet room. Liang Qu lowered his eyelids slightly, and magnified his hearing to listen to the sounds around him. But what he wanted to hear was not the sound, but the state. It flowed over the walls and across the courtyards. Tiny insects and ants crawled out of the ground, butterflies fluttered their wings and flew, and beavers hugged the trees and gnawed them. Each sound is like a piece of knowledge, broken down and presented vividly on paper.
Vitality, dead silence, fatigue, and decline. Just a small courtyard gave him many completely different feelings and made him feel extremely novel. The hearing covered the west wing. Liang Qu heard the sound of a brush rubbing against book pages. Before he had time to listen carefully, the entire west wing fell into silence. There was no sound at all. A huge black hole suddenly appeared in the entire three-courtyard building, and all the light flowed into it. Liang Qu tacitly covered his hearing to other places, but he no longer had the same feeling as before, and the various friction sounds returned. The mastery is not yet perfect. It works sometimes and sometimes not. (End of this chapter)