Volume 2: The Demonic World Chapter 553: Recruiting disciples, Qingtian Society
By the Zhanghua River, Lin Qianxing was fishing with a fishing rod in his hand, looking extremely relaxed and at ease.
More than ten days have passed since the conscription .
There was no movement from the county government, and Lin Qianxing was almost certain that the government would not take revenge later.
He decided that he would be able to leave soon.
He didn't feel comfortable staying in the village.
Now the villagers look at him strangely.
They also don’t allow their children to study with him. I don’t know if they are worried about being implicated by him or if they have other ideas.
“Sir! Sir!!”
Accompanied by the shouts, Chen Xiangqian quickly ran to Lin Qianxing's side. Judging from the beads of sweat on his forehead, he had obviously run quite a distance.
"Why are you in such a hurry? I'm right here." Lin Qianxing took out the water bag he carried with him and handed it to Chen Xiangqian.
Chen Xiangqian thanked him and then gulped it all down for Lin Qianxing.
"Sir, I've finished the drink for you." Chen Xiangqian said embarrassedly.
Lin Qianxing shook his head, took the water bag back from Chen Xiangqian, and said, "This is the river, I'll fill another bag later. Why are you looking for me so urgently?"
"Oh, by the way! Sir, I would like to become your disciple!" Chen Xiangqian said seriously while looking at Lin Qianxing.
"Become my disciple?" Lin Qianxing looked at the float on the water and said without turning his , "If you have any questions, just come and ask me. You don't need to come and become my disciple."
"Sir, I don't want to learn literature from you. I want to learn martial arts from you," said Chen Xiangqian.
Lin Qianxing paused and said, "Why?"
"That day, my father was almost arrested. If you hadn't stood up, my father would have been captured and forced to serve in the army. I want to be like you, so that I won't have to be afraid of those soldiers and I can protect my father from being arrested." Chen Xiangqian said.
Lin Qianxing turned his head and looked at Chen Xiangqian beside him. A purple air was floating above his head.
The light is pure and extremely rich.
Lin Qianxing smiled and said, "Kneel down and kowtow! Kowtow to me three times, and I will be your master."
Upon hearing this, Chen Xiangqian immediately knelt down and kowtowed heavily to Lin Qianxing.
He seemed to be unable to count and kowtowed nine times in a row before stopping when Lin Qianxing stopped him.
"Sir, am I your disciple now?" Chen Xiangqian asked expectantly.
"Do you still call me sir?" Lin Qianxing asked with a smile.
"Master!" Chen Xiangqian said happily.
The purple air above his head floated onto Lin Qianxing's body and disappeared.
Looking at his silly look, Lin Qianxing couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Hahahaha... look at you, you're so silly."
Lin Qianxing put away his fishing rod and immediately led Chen Xiangqian back to his residence.
Because of Chen Xiangqian, Lin Qianxing stayed for a few more days.
He taught Chen Xiangqian all the "Tiger Descending the Mountain" sword techniques he learned from Wang Hu, and drew a sword manual for him to ensure that he could learn it later.
Before leaving, Lin Qianxing also left the long sword to Chen Xiangqian.
Outside Xianliang Village.
At daybreak, Chen Xiangqian was seeing Lin Qianxing off.
"Remember, remember, you must never stop practicing the Internal Breathing Technique. This is the foundation of martial arts." Lin Qianxing said.
"Master, I understand." Chen Xiangqian nodded, and then reluctantly said, "Master, can you not leave?"
"All good things must come to an end. You don't have to take it too seriously. We may meet again someday. I hope you'll have achieved something by then." Lin Qianxing consoled him.
"Yes! I will definitely not let you down, Master." Chen Xiangqian nodded.
Lin Qianxing waved his hand, carrying the package and holding the wooden sword, and disappeared at the end of the road.
Chen Xiangqian stared at the direction where Lin Qianxing disappeared for a long time. Finally, he wiped away his tears and returned to the village.
His original fate was at most to be an illiterate villager. When he grew up, he would find a village girl, get married and have children. If he was lucky, his family would be able to save some spare money and live a more leisurely life.
But that's all.
It was not until Lin Qianxing's arrival that he learned how to write, learned the inner breath technique, and also learned the swordsmanship taught by Lin Qianxing.
When he grows up and leaves this village, he will surely achieve something.
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Lin Qianxing was strolling along the road.
The posture is relaxed and comfortable.
He is dressed in fine clothes, riding a horse and carrying a long sword. He travels the world, punishing the evil and eliminating the wicked.
He had thought about this scene before.
However, he never had the opportunity to realize it in the past.
Now I have the chance.
After walking for more than half a day, Lin Qianxing saw a small town and went in to get some supplies.
He didn't have much money on him, but compared to people in this small town, he was considered rich.
When Lin Qianxing bought something and left, he was stared at by some people.
Lin Qianxing glanced behind him and pretended to be unaware as he walked out of the town.
After walking some distance out of the town, three figures rushed out quickly and surrounded Lin Qianxing.
All three of them were men, not very tall, and probably around thirty years old.
Two of them were holding agricultural sickles, and one was holding a pig-killing knife, which looked a bit funny.
However, the black blood stained on it made people feel cold.
One of them looked at Lin Qianxing and said, "Hey, kid, hand over the money and we can spare your life. Otherwise, don't cry out in pain when the butcher knife in my hand hits you."
"Do you do this often?" Lin Qianxing asked calmly.
"Of course. All the blind people passing through Sifang Town were sent to meet the King of Hell by our third brother." said one person.
Lin Qianxing nodded slightly to show that he understood.
Then he pulled out the wooden sword from behind and held it in his hand.
"Hahaha, wooden sword..." someone laughed.
However, his smile froze on his face.
Because the wooden sword had pierced his throat.
Phew~!
Lin Qianxing drew his sword and looked back at the remaining two people.
The two men's eyes widened and their expressions became full of disbelief.
"Third brother, let's go and avenge the second brother!" said the man holding the butcher knife.
"Okay, big brother!" the third brother said.
Immediately, the two rushed towards Lin Qianxing.
However, the man holding the butcher knife spoke nicely, but it was just a feint. When the third man rushed towards Lin Qianxing, he turned around and ran away.
Lin Qianxing dodged the long sickle with a flash of his body, stabbed the third brother's neck with a sword, and then quickly chased to the eldest brother and hit him on the head with a sword, knocking him backwards.
Squeak!
At the critical moment of life and death, the man holding the butcher knife's breathing became extremely rapid, and a little mist could be seen coming out of his mouth.
Immediately, he stood up and started chopping with his knife.
The speed and power of this knife are far beyond that of ordinary people. If it were someone else, they might have been hit.
However, in Lin Qianxing's opinion, it was still very slow.
Lin Qianxing lightly tapped his sword, knocking his butcher knife away, and kicked him on the knee.
Snap~!
Under the huge force, the right knee of the man holding the butcher knife bent instantly.
“Ahhhh~!”
He cried out in pain, but Lin Qianxing kicked him to the ground and asked, "Who did you learn that breathing technique from?"
"If I tell you...can you survive?" the man asked while enduring the pain.
"No, but I can give you a quick death." Lin Qianxing said.
"Then I won't tell you!" said the man.
Before he could finish his words, Lin Qianxing stepped on his other knee.
Snap~!
The sound of bones breaking was heard.
"Ahhh...it was the Qingtian Society...the people from the Qingtian Society who taught us!" the man said hurriedly.
"Qingtian Society? What kind of organization is that?" Lin Qianxing asked.
"I don't know...ah...I really don't know!! They say that the world is turbid, they want to clear the universe and make it clear..." said the man.
Lin Qianxing seemed to be thinking, could it be an uprising organization?
He then asked some more questions and learned some basic information about the Qingtian Society. Seeing that he could not get more useful information, he killed the man with a sword.
Lin Qianxing was wiping the wooden sword, secretly surprised. He didn't expect that someone would figure out something about the way of inner breath so quickly.
But it is normal if you think about it. As long as the rules of heaven and earth exist, there will always be people who can accidentally come into contact with these things given the huge base number.
But the internal breath method used by this man was extremely crude, and compared with Lin Qianxing's internal breath technique, its efficiency was not even a little bit lower.
If one wants to practice this inner energy technique to the highest level, it will take at least thirty to fifty years.
It is estimated that Qingtian will use a weakened version of their original Neiqi Jue.
After wiping the sword, Lin Qianxing looked towards the northwest.
That's where Sanquan County is located.
Just now he heard this man say that people from the Qingtian Society have been active here recently.
As the founder of internal breath martial arts, Lin Qianxing was somewhat curious about what the internal breath technique they created looked like.
So Lin Qianxing changed the direction he was originally going to go and turned to go that way.
Lin Qianxing was gone for about three days.
Soon, he saw the wall of the county town.
The three big words "Sanquan County" appear before your eyes.
It is said that there were originally three springs around this county town, which continuously gushed out from the ground and converged into rivers. The people living here had no shortage of water at all.
So this place was extremely rich before.
But there has been severe drought in recent years, and the three springs have disappeared.
Nowadays, the people here live a very difficult life.
However, after Lin Qianxing entered the county town, he did not see a lifeless situation. Although the conditions of the people were not very good, they seemed to be able to get by.
The most surprising thing was that he hardly saw any beggars or disaster victims on the streets.
You know, in this area, disaster victims are a very common sight in other counties he visited.
He found a teahouse, bought a bowl of tea, and asked the old man who was pouring the tea, "Old man, I have seen a large number of disaster victims in other places along the way, why are there no disaster victims in Sanquan County?"
"It's not that they don't have any, but under the governance of County Magistrate Xu, they all have something to eat," the old man replied.
"Then County Magistrate Xu has done a lot of great deeds!" Lin Qianxing said with emotion.
"No matter how much merit you have, you will still go to jail," the old man sighed.
"Oh? Why is this happening? Is saving the victims a wrong thing?" Lin Qianxing asked.
"Disaster relief is disaster relief, but the mistake was that County Magistrate Xu touched the military rations that were supposed to be sent to the court," said the old man.
After saying this, the old man turned and left to add tea to the new guests.
Lin Qianxing suddenly realized that if the military rations were moved, then the situation of County Magistrate Xu could be explained.
