The bustling Jincheng was already crowded in the morning. Yun Luo pushed the wheelbarrow and walked calmly on the street, walking left and right, and came to a small vegetable market.

At a stall, a vegetable vendor waved at Yunluo from a distance. After Yunluo approached, he complained: "Brother Yun, why did you come late today? If you are late, you will miss the order." He quickly started to carry vegetables on the wheelbarrow.

Just as he lowered his head, he whispered: "Brother Cen is waiting for you behind the curtain."

Yun Luo quickly accused him of guilt: "I'm sorry, I'm getting up late, I'm leaving in a hurry in the morning, and I didn't even have to take a sip of water. Does Brother Wang have water?"

The vegetable dealer looked at him with disgust and thrust at the curtain behind the stall. Yun Luo lifted the curtain and walked in.

Behind the curtain was a small space. I had just put down the size of a bed, and there was a small table and two small stools. There was a bearded man in black sitting there.

Seeing Yun Luo, the bearded nodded, "Si Wencao's people went to your place?"

Yun Luo whispered: "Wei Hongyi."

The bearded man said, "That girl Qingyi didn't know. The rouge and water powder have been replaced for a month and thirteen days, so I can't find it out."

After saying that, he looked at Yun Luo again, "I really admire you. Not only did you dare to kill Zhang Chunfeng, but you did it, and you could come up with such a genius method."

Yun Luo smiled, "Without Brother Cen's cooperation, I can do nothing."

The bearded man named Cen Wuxin, shook his head, "Without me, you can come up with other solutions."

Yun Luo designed the death method for Zhang Chunfeng to stop the heart. Anyway, the book calls it that it is. This is an unknown booklet he accidentally came across in that book shop, saying that a person's heart may stop beating when he is excited and stimulating excessively.

So he conducted experiments on some animals and confirmed this statement.

With a try-out attitude, Yun Luo chose three objects with strong excitement and stimulation from the no-list, put one in the rouge powder of a girl with good looks of Zhang Chunfeng, put one in the incense in the inner room, and choose the best-quality one among the vegetables sent. Each one is actually common. Unexpectedly, it succeeded in one go. Even if the coroner came, he could only conclude that Zhang Chunfeng had a decline in life and was extremely happy and sad.

All three are indispensable, but Zhang Chunfeng is the only one who can win these three at the same time.

Yunluo observed Zhang Chunfeng. For a whole month, he would go to the beef noodle restaurant almost every time he came out of Zhenjiang Tower. Before that, Yunluo had already delivered dishes to the noodle restaurant for three months.

This is what makes Cen Wuxin admire. It has a profound layout, a meticulous planning, and a good time to calculate the time and hit it.

Cen Wuxin said again: "I don't care why you want to kill a big man who is high in the clouds, but you have to protect yourself."

Yun Luo nodded, and his heart was warm. This is a brother, a brother who survived his life.

Two years ago, during a gang dispute, Cen Wuxin was betrayed by people around him, surrounded and killed, and fled with injuries, Yun Luo, who was passing by, took him to a safe place with great risks, and in the following time, he repeatedly helped him analyze the situation and provide advice, allowing his power to expand rapidly and gradually become a person underground in Jincheng.

Cen Wuxin never thought of joining Yunluo, brothers work together to create a great cause.

But Yun Luo's ambition was not here in the end, and his ambition was in another place.

Farewell to Cen Wuxin, Yun Luo pushed the wheelbarrow and walked to the destination of the trip. An old courtyard, although old, was very elegantly decorated. There were two old men, one master and one servant living inside. Yun Luo knocked on the door and waited quietly at the door.

After a while, an old man with black hair slowly came over and opened the door. Seeing Yun Luo, he nodded.

Yun Luo took off the vegetable basket from the wheelbarrow and picked it up, followed the old man in.

In the small courtyard, another gray-haired old man was lying leisurely on the rattan chair. After Yun Luo moved the things to the kitchen, he pointed to the seat next to him.

Yun Luo sat down obediently, with respect and envy in his eyes.

Because this old man is a practitioner!

Because this old man is his master!

Many years ago, Yun Luo, who was still young and even more miserable, met this old man by chance. The old man sighed about his fate, taught him some martial arts and guided him in the direction of his life. After years of getting along, he gradually formed this relationship between master and apprentice.

"I didn't expect you to accomplish the second task so soon." There was a hint of appreciation in the old man's words.

Yun Luo was not proud, "Those who traveled a hundred miles were half ninety."

The old man nodded, "With this kind of mind, if you can really complete these three tasks, I will definitely follow your promise and let you embark on the road of cultivation."

Yun Luo looked at the old man, "The problem with my dantian?"

The old man waved his hand indifferently, "A small matter."

A hint of excitement suddenly flashed across Yun Luo's face, and he returned to calm again in an instant.

The old man asked, "What is the purpose of you who are so persistent in becoming a practitioner?"

Yun Luo's face turned dark, and he remembered the nightmare he often had. A very elegant uncle hugged him, and the atmosphere was warm and sweet. In a blink of an eye, the sword light soared into the sky fell from the sky, and his eyes turned dark and he lost consciousness.

He really wanted to figure out who the person holding him was? Is it his father? Who cut off that sword light? What does this have to do with him?

The old man didn't force himself and took out a note, "This is the information I got at a great price. Let's read it here and give it to me after reading it."

Yun Luo took it with both hands, looked carefully, and was overjoyed. After seeing it, he stood up and bowed respectfully to the old man three times.

He had no doubt about the authenticity of the information.

Pushing the cart, Yunluo walked on the street, his steps firm and fast.

Around the bustling surroundings, a lonely and destitute boy moved forward with difficulty as he wanted in his heart.

One orphan has to raise another orphan, and it goes without saying that life is difficult, so Yunluo has many jobs. Delivering vegetables is his main and stable income. When he goes to Shengxianhu City every two days, he is a good opportunity for him to make a fortune.

Shengxian Lake is named after Shengxian Bridge. Legend has it that some immortals ascend to this place during the day, so many practitioners come here to admire or seek opportunities. They are very interested in selling elixirs, exercises and other things that the court explicitly prohibited, but the court has never taken care of, so the business will naturally get better.

Once the business was good, the flow of people and ships slowly gathered together, which was blocked by many rivers. The government simply dug the river and led the river water into the artificial lake next to it, named Shengxian Lake, and drove these people into the lake.

Therefore, the court's attitude towards Shengxianhu City, which sells all the forbidden items in the imperial court, is very intriguing.

After years of experience, there are already dense ships on the lake, leaving only some narrow and lateral boat roads. There are crowded bamboo houses or stilted bamboo houses on both sides, becoming the largest trading market for practitioners in the southwest.

So those who go to Shengxianhu City are very generous in their actions.

Thinking of this, Yunluo felt a little happy;

Thinking of the information given to him by the master and thinking that he could complete the third task today, he was in a more pleasant mood;

But he still walked steadily towards Shengxianhu City.

Walking through rows of scattered sheds, Yun Luo greeted some people in the house from time to time and came to a small black-sailed boat on the lake. The curtains of the cabin door were covered with oil, making the entire curtain stiff and heavy. Yun Luo lifted the curtain and walked in. A man in black pulled the corner of his mouth at him, which was considered a smile.

Yunluo shook his head, "You can't find someone to clean up."

"It doesn't matter if others are here to visit." The man in black took out a bag of oil paper and handed it to Yun Luo.

Yunluo took it and opened it. A bright dagger flashed with a cold light, and it looked very sharp.

He shook the greased paper bag in his hand, "Thank you."

The man in black shook his head, "We don't need it, I rarely have a friend."

Yunqi smiled, "I just thank you for knowing that you had packed something and didn't get it dirty."

The man in black sighed, "Look, so we can be friends."

He never asked Yun Luo what he wanted to use this dagger for from the beginning to the end, because he believed that Yun Luo could handle the beginning and end well.

What's more, even if it's not handled properly, it doesn't matter.

Walking out of the boat, Yun Luo walked over to another boat and waited quietly.

He knew that the person who was waiting would definitely come tonight.

Forty-five-year-old Pan Chonglou walked out of the palace gate, walked calmly, and sat on the carriage that had been waiting outside the palace gate, with his face blowing like the spring breeze.

As the nominal third-person figure in Shu Kingdom, although he has no real power over the years, he has lived a comfortable life, with a rich and mellow food, and has also thought of living a lifelong life in this leisurely and comfortable land of Shu.

Unexpectedly, God favored him so much. Just six months ago, when he was flirting with a book of practice practices he bought in his library, he fell asleep. By chance, he brought the energy of heaven and earth into his body and successfully tempered his body, thus entering the ranks of practitioners.

The world immediately became different. He felt that he had become younger and energetic. The fire of ambition that had already been extinguished in his heart blew again. So he tried his best to seek to transfer back to the dynasty capital, Tianjing. The order for the transfer had arrived. He had already left the King of Shu and the Prime Minister, and he would set off to the city of Tianjing tomorrow.

In Tianjing, he can get more resources and help to get closer to the power center of the Daduan Dynasty, provided that he must be worthy of help and promotion.

So he is going to Shengxianhu City tonight, and he is going to buy Qi Gathering Pill, so as to make himself quietly break through to the second realm on the way back.

Practice the nine realms, refining the body, gathering qi, condensing the essence, divine will, understanding the mystery, knowing fate, asking the heavens, combining the Tao, and being immortal.

As the name suggests, this Qi Gathering Pill is to allow practitioners in the first realm of body refining to better and more gather the energy of the weather when they break through to the Qi Gathering Pilling Pills and successfully enter the Qi Gathering Pills. On the road of cultivation, such elixirs with direct and obvious effects have always been in short supply and expensive, but Taifu Pan has never lacked money.

The sunset fell down the mountain weakly, and the night gradually came. Pan Chonglou stepped back and walked out of his home quietly. He was cautious all his life and never told others such news rashly. It was precisely such caution that he could seize the opportunity of fish jumping over the dragon gate many years ago.

Just like this time when he went to Shengxianhu City, he had already taken his entourage with his public identity to visit many times, and he was still criticizing the mess, disorder and arrogance here.

He had a skill that he had always been proud of and could not forget it. So, with his face covered, he could walk to a stilt house at this moment, which was a tailor shop, but Pan Chonglou walked in without hesitation. The owner was an old man, and he didn't care about this masked man. In Shengxianhu City, there were more masked robes. After Pan Chonglou explained his purpose, he pointed to a boat on the water below the stairs and turned and walked into the shop.

After a while, Pan Chonglou walked out of the boat with a calm face. He was used to being cautious. He boarded a ferry boat according to the route he had already stepped on. He wanted to sit on the other side of the lake, and then change the route from there and go home from the other side. He was determined not to let people know that he had been to Shengxian Lake City tonight.

When he opened the curtain and saw that it was the little boatman who had been catching the spot before, he truly put his heart in his heart, closed his eyes and began to calm down. Suddenly, he frowned and found that the boat did not follow the original route to the other side. He asked without moving forward, "Brother, has the route in and out of the lake changed these days?"

The young man hurriedly said, "No, there are two large ships in front of him to unload the cargo today, which blocked the original road and had to circle around. Don't worry, I won't charge you more money."

Pan Chonglou stopped talking and continued to close his eyes and rest.

The boat walked silently in the lake and gradually reached a secluded place by the lake where people were rarely visited.

Pan Chonglou opened his eyes and a look of alert suddenly appeared on his face, but he saw the boatman turn his head and smile at him: "It's too late."

Pan Chonglou remained silent, "Who are you?"

He did not escape directly, and he did not want to be exposed his whereabouts and his practice.

The boatman was naturally Yun Luo. He didn't answer. He made a sharp blade from where he turned out to stab Pan Chonglou. The ordinary stabbing seemed to have changed in Pan Chonglou's eyes. He blocked all his routes and felt that he could not avoid it.

The boy is actually a martial arts master!

But Pan Chonglou suddenly smiled, because at this moment he discovered that Yun Luo was not a practitioner. If it were the past, he would have died here, but now it is different. He is a practitioner.
To be continued...