I thought this fortune teller was a liar, but now it seems that Hu Qinghan has misunderstood the situation, and the other party may still be a master.

Hu Qinghan took the skill from the other party and saw that the words "Xiao Sanyang Divine Art" were on the cover.

If Hu Qinghan usually saw such a charming name and the other party was still a fortune-telling banner, he would definitely be suspicious. But he would not have to doubt it after three consecutive twitches of his right eyelid.

He didn't open it when he held it in his hand. He just looked at the cover and the back and asked the fortune teller: "How much does it cost to sell sir?"

Even if the fortune teller has been in the world for many years, Hu Qinghan asked about the price without looking at the content, and it was the first time he encountered it. Of course, there is also a possibility, that is, Hu Qinghan was obviously perfunctory to him. After asking about the price, he would immediately think it was expensive and said no.

But he is also a personal talent, and he only heard him say: "I am here for the first time and I have spent all my money on the road. Today I meet my little brother, just look at him and give it to me."

In this way, he didn't believe that Hu Qinghan could still bargain.

Hu Qinghan was surreptitious and found that he had spent all his money. So he touched the small cloth pocket on his waist for a while, took out six taels of silver, handed it to the fortune teller, and said, "Sir, I will give you a good number. I hope Mr., what do you think?"

Since the other party asked him to give him whatever he wanted, he would give him whatever he wanted.

The fortune teller was a little surprised. Six taels of silver was indeed less for this martial arts. But his fortune teller was here, and he took the initiative to strike up a conversation, so six taels would be a lot.

If someone else is going to have to pay six cents, I'm afraid I won't give it to you.

Moreover, Hu Qinghan was willing to give six taels of silver before he could read the content of Xiao Sanyang's magical skills. Judging from his bargaining with Ma Fang just now, Hu Qinghan was not like a fool. This made the fortune teller think, does he know the value of the martial arts?

However, Hu Qinghan said that he was a man who was a good person in the world, so he could do a great job, so that the fortune teller's favor would double. He immediately smiled, "Young brother can speak, so he'll have a 6 tael of silver."

Six taels of silver were enough for him to have a good meal first, then find a place to take a shower, and stay comfortably for a while.

I remember when he sold this martial arts before, he sold at least half a tael of silver.

After accepting it, I only heard the fortune teller ask, "I wonder which school the little brothers are going to come from?"

Hu Qinghan thought that the other party was an outsider, otherwise why wouldn't he see the uniform of the Xuanyin Sect disciple on him? He only heard him say: "Xuanyin Sect, Hu Qinghan."

The things that the other party takes out are expensive, so it is okay to make friends with them.

"Okay, I'll write it down, there will be a date later."

After saying that, the fortune teller left with a big banner.

It was not until the other party's back disappeared that Hu Qinghan looked at the Xiao Sanyang magic skill in his hand.

With a hint of expectation in his heart, he quickly planned to return to the Xuanyin Sect. It was not the time to read it, so he went back and studied it slowly.

When he walked to the entrance of the small city on the west side, he bought three small buns of large and thin skins, and ate them while walking.

There are also buns in the sect, but the taste is different. It is also very happy to change the taste occasionally.

As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the small city, he saw a little beggar on the street, squatting on the ground, looking at him with his eyes wide open.

Hu Qinghan looked forward and saw many refugees who were not covered in clothes.

The world he traveled through was never peaceful, famine, plague, war, and times.

Fortunately, he felt angry and could join the Xuanyin Sect, otherwise he would not know how to make a living.

He gave the little beggar a small bag in his hand and left.

...

The journey was not short, and it was already noon for Hu Qinghan to return to the sect. After he went to the cafeteria for lunch, he walked towards the cemetery. After stepping into the stone house, Hu Qinghan did not close the door, took out the Little Three Yang Divine Art and opened the first page.

The first page made his eyes lit up because this was an illustration, depicting a human body sitting cross-legged, and all the meridians in his body were also depicted.

The second page is the text, which describes how to practice specifically.

Hu Qinghan roughly read this secret book and found that to practice this technique, he needed to use the sun exposure.

The scorching sun guides the movement of meridians, thereby cultivating the internal force that reaches the firmness and yang.

This little Sanyang magic martial artist can practice it. For Hu Qinghan, who has a sense of energy, it is even more difficult to practice it.

Now there is the sun. Hu Qinghan came outside the house and climbed up to the roof. Under the sun, he sat cross-legged in the posture of the first diagram, and then began to practice the Xiao Sanyang magic skill according to the text on the second page.

The first step in practicing this technique is to guide the sunlight into the body, so that he feels warm from the inside out. Fast people can succeed quickly, while slow people don’t know when it will be.

Hu Qinghan just closed his eyes, and the sunlight shone on him, as if it had merged into it, giving him a feeling of warm sunshine in his body.

He thought to himself that it was done. He didn't expect it to be so soon.

The second step is to convert the sunlight entering the body into internal force.

This time he spent a longer time because the transformed internal energy could be stored in his body. When he noticed that the sunlight was already weak and could not maintain his cultivation, he finally opened his eyes and saw that it was dusk. He practiced for an afternoon without realizing it.

Hu Qinghan felt the situation in his body again and found that there was already internal force, which made him overjoyed.

After feeling the strength of his internal strength, he reached the first level of the third level of the Xiao Sanyang Divine Art.

Hu Qinghan tentatively punched out and made a bang sound.

This made him take a breath. Even if he couldn't kill a cow, a pig would be fine, right?

In one afternoon, he practiced to the first level, and his talent for pure Yang body was revealed.

Moreover, in the Xuanyin Sect, because the yin energy is heavy, the sun is not hot enough even at noon. If he practices in another place, the effect will definitely be better.

But now the sun is setting, so I can only talk about it tomorrow. According to estimates, the second level should not be practiced in half a day, so he will have to spend some energy.

Just as Hu Qinghan got up from the roof, he suddenly heard another familiar rustling sound from the cemetery below.

Hu Qinghan poked his head out and saw Li Shangbai, the old Yin Bi, peeing on Zhang Chong's grave again.

"Senior Brother Li, you're peeing again!" Hu Qinghan greeted.

His sudden sound scared Li Shangbai and his urine column flashed. He only breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that it was Hu Qinghan, and the rustling sound continued.

"My junior brother is always elusive and scary." Li Shangbai said, "I came here just now and wanted to say hello, but when I saw that my junior brother's door was open, there was no one in the room. I didn't want my junior brother to be on the roof."

Hu Qinghan jumped down and also came to the grave, threw off his pants and urinated with Li Shangbai.

Some people, if they do serious things together, may not have a relationship for three to five years. However, if they do unethical things together, they will be able to get familiar with each other immediately.

Hu Qinghan and Li Shangbai are typical examples.

"Senior brother's urine is a little yellow today!" Hu Qinghan said to Li Shangbai.

Li Shangbai looked around and then lowered his head, used the unique posture of rural old ladies to cover his mouth with the back of his hands, and whispered to Hu Qinghan's ear: "I ate a deer whip to replenish my body yesterday, and my urine was full of yellow yang energy."

"Senior brother is a good plan!" Hu Qinghan admired him. In order to destroy Zhang Chong's corpse refining, Li Shangbai actually invested in buying a deer whip to replenish his body. What a great hatred?

While peeing, the two of them heard Hu Qinghan ask: "How old is Senior Brother this year?"

"I'm not talented for my brother. I'm nineteen years old this year." Li Shangbai sighed. He was twenty-nine and couldn't breathe and refine his energy. I wonder if he still has a chance in his life.

Although some late-stage people can understand the method of breathing and refining qi after being over 60 years old, and their subsequent achievements are very good, they are a minority after all.

"It's twenty-nine," Hu Qinghan murmured, and then asked seriously: "I heard that virgins over thirty years old can see gods, but I don't know if it's true or false?"

Li Shangbai almost choked by his question, not knowing how to answer.

So he changed the subject, "Young brother, have you heard that it's not very peaceful in the sect recently, and something happened to a disciple!"

As soon as Li Shangbai finished speaking, Hu Qinghan's urge to urinate instantly disappeared.

...

At night, Hu Qinghan returned to his No. 9 Garden from Li Shangbai's No. 8 Garden.

He found out in detail about what was going on from Li Shangbai's mouth.

Then he learned something more shocking than the sect already knew that Wang Miaozhu was missing.

It turned out that in the past three consecutive months, three gray-clothed disciples died abnormally, and one gray-clothed disciple disappeared.

While Hu Qinghan was shocked, he was still a little confused.

If you guess correctly, Wang Miaozhu is the missing gray-clothed disciple.

If he hadn't buried his body, then four gray-clothed disciples in the sect died abnormally.

But he didn't kill the other three?

Hu Qinghan's brain was spinning rapidly, and soon he came to a conclusion.

Wang Miaozhu, maybe he didn't kill him!

The more he thought about Hu Qinghan, the more he felt that there was such a possibility. Although he checked Wang Miaozhu's body at that time and found no other injuries, there were many reasons for his death. Although his kick was strong, Wang Miaozhu was stronger than him, and he could breathe and refine his energy, and his defense must be stronger.

Moreover, although the sect did not say how the three people died, it is said that the deceased had no obvious external injuries. There are rumors that it was done by a serial killer.

"Dog said! I almost took the blame for you." Hu Qinghan gritted his teeth and punched him hard on the stone bed.

Because of his worries and fear, and indeed he had taken serious action against Wang Miaozhu, he mistakenly thought that Wang Miaozhu was killed by him.

Hu Qinghan looked at the stove that was set up, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot.

Now he has two choices. One is to dig out Wang Miaozhu's body, find a place to throw it away, and let the sect discover it themselves. The murderer is not him, so as long as he throws it cleanly, he can easily dismiss the suspicion.

Second, he continued to bury Wang Miaozhu, and he didn't know what he was doing, so he should do whatever he should do.

After the two choices popped up, Hu Qinghan directly chose the first one.

Because even if everyone doesn't know about his burying the body, there is one person who must be clear about it, that is the real murderer who killed Wang Miaozhu.

The murderer killed someone and helped him hide the body. If the other party framed him, it would be difficult for him to tell the truth. Most of the time, he would have to help others take the blame for killing the other three people.

When Hu Qinghan thought of this, he immediately decided to dig out the body immediately and find a place to discard the body. If this matter is delayed for one minute, he will be more dangerous.

"Tu tuk!"

Suddenly! The door of Hu Qinghan's stone house was knocked on.

Hu Qinghan, who had a ghost in his heart, looked at the stone gate, "Who is it!"

"The Criminal Law Department has come to investigate the case, open the door!"
Chapter completed!