Urban Cultivation: The master who has overcome the tribulation is reborn

If it weren't for the sparkling true spirit in his soul, constantly reminding Jiang Ran that the place he was in was real, he almost thought that he had fallen into a mental block.

The sticky liquid mixed with rain water flowed slowly through the street, and an lingering smell of rust was very pungent.

The man who jumped from the roof of a street-side house and nearly fell was a young man. He wore a long gown and had the same braids as everyone else, but his eyes had a burning feeling that did not belong to this world.

He shook his right arm and turned over to stand still. After taking in everything in front of him, the brief shock in his eyes was quickly suppressed.

The pupils reflected a sea of ​​crimson, and in the midst of that blood stood a man who looked rebellious, even treasonous, in both his clothing and hairstyle.

He simply ignored the girl behind him who was trembling with her eyes closed. His extremely concentrated attention caused him to be dazed for a moment when he came into contact with those indifferent eyes.

Such a person should be worthy of such swordsmanship.

The young man's eyes were dull, and the cold sword light lingering in his heart overlapped with the figure of the person in front of him.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Ran lowered his eyebrows and withdrew his scrutinizing gaze from the visitor.

The reason why he asked this question was because of the sense of familiarity he felt at first sight.

The man immediately became serious, straightened his clothes, raised his hands over his head and bowed deeply, and said in a clear and melodious voice: "I am Yan Qiren, may I ask your name?"

interesting.

Jiang Ran's lips curled up slightly, and his expression became a little more lively.

"Yan Qiren, when are you going to kill the golden-eyed tiger?"

He did not respond to the visitor's respectful inquiry, but instead raised a new question with interest.

In the Yanshan area, few people dare to mention the nickname Golden-eyed Biao. Even if someone is cynical in his heart, he has to call him Master Jin in public.

Yan Qiren thought he was no ordinary man as he had traveled far and wide and had killed many bandits who bullied the good and feared the evil. However, since he entered the Yanshan area, he had been cautiously inquiring about the news of the Yanshan bandit leader.

He did have the desire to see the weak and the weak, but after learning about the power of the Golden Eyed Biao along the way, he no longer had the desire to wield his sword to stand up for justice.

His long-cherished wish is to remain useful so that one day he can serve the court and restore the country.

Suppressing bandits is not his job, that is the government's job.

The Qing Dynasty was so corrupt because the court was controlled by corrupt officials. If all the righteous people in the world rushed to kill the corrupt officials in a fit of rage, they would only end up wasting their lives in vain.

So when Yan Qiren heard this, his body, which had been bowing, instantly straightened up, and he looked around like a thief, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master, this is not the place to talk. Why don't we leave here first and talk while walking?"

The deep red on the ground revealed that Jiang Ran had committed a serious crime. The local authorities were unable to do anything to the Golden Eyed Biao, but that did not mean they could use others to demonstrate their majesty.

No matter how many ordinary people died, it would not be as pleasing to the officials as using the heads of lunatics who offended the imperial court as wine.

Yan Qiren quickly looked around and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Go this way."

He seemed to have some special skills, and he could fly far away with just one move.

It was not until he ran several feet and heard no movement behind him that he realized that the other party would not leave with him easily.

After thinking about it and turning around to explain, I met the calm eyes close to me, and my heart couldn't help but shudder.

Yan Qiren looked at the girls who were following the hero like a kitten, and couldn't understand why they could keep up with him so easily.

Hearing the sounds of the murderer being caught coming from afar, he temporarily suppressed his thoughts and walked through the alley holding his breath.

After Jiang Ran and Yan Qiren left one after another, there was a lot of movement at the intersection.

Someone on the street quietly pushed open the doors and windows, revealing a pair of eyes full of inquiry. Just one glance and I felt a great fear surge in my heart.

After a while, the sounds of scattered footsteps gathered here.

The leader had a knife on his waist, his face was ruddy and shiny, he frowned and waved his hand: "Hurry up and clean up the ground, if the master sees it, you will definitely be scolded."

The men under his command looked at each other, then lazily began to kick doors along the street, employing unpaid labor.

"Boss, this guy killed so many people, and you let him go so easily?"

Someone also asked reluctantly.

"Yes, the heads of the remnants of the Ming Dynasty are worth a hundred silver coins. In addition, if we avenge these peasants and find their families, we can also make a lot of money."

When it comes to silver, everyone's eyes brighten up and they start discussing it.

"Are you all blaming me?" The leader frowned and raised his scabbard to knock on everyone one by one.

"Silver? If you wanted silver, why didn't you chase after the person who ran away just now?"

He sneered at the group of his men who were in pain from being hit by the scabbard, and called them out with his eyes.

"Who among you will go first?"

The group of people who were swept away looked away and kept silent one after another, like a group of huddled quails.

"One hundred silver coins is nothing!" The leader showed off his power, nodded with satisfaction, and then sneered.

After his men's eyes focused on him, he pointed at the corpses on the ground as if they were treasures.

"Some time ago, a righteous man reported to the authorities that there were traces of activities by the remnants of the Ming Dynasty. The Master personally urged us to conduct a thorough investigation."

"These remnants of the Ming dynasty rebelled against the government and deserved death. Xiao Si, send a few brothers to check every household to see if there are any fish that have escaped the net."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then their breathing quickened, as if something had suddenly clicked in their hearts.

No wonder the boss can be the boss.

……

Jiang Ran and his group naturally had no idea what was happening in the county.

Yan Qiren supported himself on a bare old tree with his hands, bent over and panting, and it took him a long time to recover.

"I say... your Qinggong is a little too good..."

After a long while, he smiled bitterly and spoke incoherently, trying to use praise as a starting point for the conversation.

Erya stood beside Jiang Ran with lifeless eyes. It was unclear whether her young mind was shaken by the desolate scene in the wilderness, or she was immersed in the bloody scene that she had not "seen" just now.

Jiang Ran looked indifferently at the small town which had already taken shape. After Yan Qiren's breathing subsided, he spoke casually.

"Why do you think they stopped chasing?"

Yan Qiren swallowed his saliva, secretly glanced at Jiang Ran, who had an expressionless face, and felt a little numb.

He subconsciously felt that the other party did not seem to be afraid of people in the government, and even felt a little sorry for it.

What's the pity? Didn't kill enough or... didn't play enough?

He shook his head without thinking too deeply, and said in a low voice: "People in the government are just looking for fame and fortune."

"For these petty officials, the most important thing is to make money and save their lives. Although our heads are worth some money, there is no need for them to take such a big risk."

"If I'm not mistaken, someone died in the city, which was originally a disaster that required responsibility, but by accusing them of a few crimes, it might turn into a good thing that could make you rich. After all, the dead can't speak."

Yan Qiren shrugged, suppressing the coldness in his eyes, but his voice became even deeper.

"Killing innocent people and claiming credit for their crimes is not the first time I've seen this."

"Let's not talk about this anymore. Now, you should tell me your name, right?"

Jiang Ran retracted his gaze from the distance and fixed it on Yan Qiren's eyebrows and eyes, "My last name is Jiang, and my given name is Ran."

After saying his name lightly, without waiting for his reaction, she spoke calmly.

"Yan Qiren, do you want to change all this?"

The man with long braids who grew up in this corrupt world suddenly looked up, his eyes so hot that they seemed to burn through the world.