Shi Qing quickly asked this question for him.
"It's the Fuwei Bodyguard Agency founded by Old Master Lin, the beloved disciple of the Red Leaf Zen Master of Shaolin Temple in Southern Fujian.”
"The Fu Wei Bodyguard Agency was created by my ancestor.”
"I've heard a lot about you!" This time, Shi Qing cupped his hands in a respectful manner." I've long heard that Old Master Lin's sword skills are superb. Unfortunately, I have no chance to see it.”
"Villa Head Shi is too kind!"
"Are you guys from Minnan?"
"No, we came from the capital to escort the caravan to the Central Capital.”
Lin Zhennan cupped his hands and replied with an awkward expression," I hope Brother Shi can forgive me. The Escort Agency has its own rules. To ensure the safety of the journey, we don't participate in Jianghu disputes."”
"I understand. I was too rash. I hope Brother Lin won't take it to heart!”
Hearing the other party's response, Lin Zhennan felt very proud and could not help but say something else.
"There's a small town about twenty miles ahead. It's called Hou Jian Ji. Brother Shi might be able to find the answer there.”
The words Hou Jianji instantly made Xia An feel enlightened. No wonder he had felt that the names of Golden Blade Stockade and Shi Qing sounded familiar. So that was the crux of the problem.
Wasn't this the opening of the Journey of Chivalrous Men? If his memory was correct, many people died at the opening. Although they weren't top-notch experts, they were still much stronger than those unranked guys beheaded by the Six Fan School.
If he could loot a corpse, he could at least get a few months of internal strength.
According to the caravan's original plan, they should have spent the night in Houjian Town.
However, because of the series of events just now, Lin Zhennan deliberately took a detour to the nearby town for the night in order to be safe.
This town was only about ten miles away from Houjian Town. After the caravan settled down, Xia An found an excuse to deceive Wu Qing, temporarily leaving the caravan and sneaking out of the town.
After making sure that no one was following him, he immediately used Flying Above Grass and rushed toward Hou Jianji.
Qinggong was indeed good when used, even faster than a galloping horse, but the only drawback was that it consumed too much internal strength.
After traveling for more than ten miles, he rested three times to recover his internal strength.
When he arrived at Houjian Town, he found that every household had their doors and windows shut, as quiet as a ghost town.
On the main street that was bathed in moonlight, there were three dead bodies.
Among the three corpses, one was a servant dressed as a waiter, one was an old man with a few bloody holes on his body, and one was a strong man dressed as a Golden Blade Stockade.
Xia An searched the waiter's body according to the distance between them, but she only got five copper coins.
However, this was also within his expectations. This waiter was an innocent passerby who died tragically. He did not have any martial arts skills at all. It would be strange if he could touch something good.
The second man in black gave him a lot of surprises.
" Obtained six months of internal strength!"
In an instant, Xia An felt an extremely pure internal energy surging into her body like a tidal wave.
Xia An was only one step away from breaking through to the Hou Tian Realm. Now, as soon as the internal energy entered his body, he went from the late stage of the Hou Tian Realm to the early stage of the Hou Tian Realm.
Clenching his fists slightly, he realized that the biggest difference between a martial artist and a Houtian was the amount of internal strength he could use at a time.
In the martial artist stage, although he had ten years of internal energy, every time he punched or used qinggong, he could only use about ten percent of his internal energy at most.
But now, this number had doubled. This also meant that his martial arts moves and Qinggong were twice as powerful as before.
The only flaw was that he did not have much internal strength stored. If he used all his strength, his endurance would decrease greatly.
However, such a small matter was not a problem for him, who could improve by looting corpses.
This made him look forward to the last corpse.
The last corpse was surnamed Wu and named Daotong. He was good at using a pair of Judge's Pen and could be considered one of the few Postliminary Realm experts in the Jianghu.
Xia An felt that with the corpse of an expert of this level, he should be able to find something good.
What he didn't expect was that the thing he got was indeed good enough, but it was also hot enough.
"Obtained one Darksteel Token!"
The Black Iron Token was a gift given to Xie Yanke by Scholar Mo Tian after he achieved great success in his martial arts. He wanted to thank those who had helped him in the past.
Xie Yanke would do his best to complete any difficult task that was proposed by the person who obtained the Black Iron Token. Even if he had to cut off an arm, he would not hesitate.
Xie Yanke's martial arts were at the grandmaster level, so this promise was quite significant.
People in the Jianghu were all eager for this item.
Xie Yanke had only sent out three Black Iron Tokens in his life, and two of them had already been taken back. Now, only this one was circulating in Jianghu.
"I can't believe you can find such a thing.”
Xia An looked around and caught a glimpse of the little beggar who was in a daze in the corner.
If he was not mistaken, this little beggar should be the future famous Shi Potian, and the Black Iron Token should have been hidden in the sesame seed cake in his hand…
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