What do you mean by "the game editor has also traveled through time"?

After the head of the Wang family fell to the ground, the situation in the courtyard became much clearer.

Wang, the dignified leader of the Chishui Gang, a master of the third level of Qi and Blood, was a formidable figure wherever he went, but now his body lies there.

Xu Shimo wielded a knife like a watermelon knife, cutting down enemies with ease as he walked, his body and face covered in blood.

Suddenly stopping, Xu Shimo slowly withdrew the knife while channeling his power into his left palm.

Then, with a Black Wind Palm strike, he landed on the head of a Chishui Gang member who was retreating.

Click.

The sound of bone cracking was clearly audible.

Pawn!

Black Wind Palm?

Black Wind Gang?

The remains of Gaoxiu?

Don't worry about it, they'll soon find out what a true genius is.

What are the treasures of high cultivation compared to absolute talent?

Opposite Xu Shimo, Wang Chang, panting heavily, slowly lowered his knife; his once rosy face had turned deathly pale.

It seems that the consumption of that sword technique was quite significant.

Then he stared at Xu Shimo in astonishment, opened his mouth as if to speak, but said nothing.

How rude of him, not even saying thank you... Xu Shimo turned around, silently doubling the amount of money Wang Chang owed him in his mind.

Then he looked at Han Bingyi and shouted:

"Sir, I'm here to help you!"

That Master Li was indeed quite capable, fighting Han Bingyi to a standstill. When he saw Xu Shimo approaching with his knife, he wasn't in a hurry, but instead gave a cold laugh.

Then suddenly a handful of lime flew out.

Xu Shimo hurriedly drew his sword to block the attack, and Han Bingyi did the same, but he was a little slower and ended up getting some on his face.

Sprinkle lime?

How can a gang leader be so lacking in martial ethics?

As the lime settled, Master Li had already flown onto the roof and quickly disappeared from sight.

He became the only one present to escape.

As soon as they ran, the rest of the people were stunned. They all stopped what they were doing, glanced at each other, and then surrendered.

"Water! Water!"

With half his face covered in lime, Han Bingyi slapped it off and shouted.

Seeing this, the fat shopkeeper hiding behind the door quickly picked up a basin of water, and Han Bingyi rushed over to it.

"No!"

Xu Shimo quickly stopped him and kicked the basin over.

This kick not only drew the attention of the constables, but also caused the few remaining members of the gang who were bowing their heads to look over in surprise.

Han Bingyi glared, his anger rising, but he managed to suppress it, his eyes conveying nothing more than a question.

"Bring me a brush," Xu Shimo said.

"This is lime, which will burn when it comes into contact with water, causing burns to the face. So you should clean it as much as possible and then keep rinsing it with clean water."

Quicklime, also known as calcium oxide, reacts violently with water, releasing heat to produce slaked lime, or calcium hydroxide, which is a strong alkali and corrosive.

A moment later, Han Bingyi suspiciously took a feather duster and swept as much lime as possible off his face, then splashed water on his face, but his face still felt a burning sting.

His face was flushed, but that was nothing unusual for a martial artist.

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"Lord Chaiji!"

In the hall, Xu Shimo met with him alone.

Han Bingyi's attitude also became much more friendly: "Shimo, I called you here to tell you that you probably won't get any Qinghui Grass—I know you're young and definitely want to improve your martial arts, but there's really no way this time."

As he spoke, Han Bingyi pointed upwards, and Xu Shimo immediately understood.

The lords upstairs!

To put it bluntly, it's because I'm in a lowly position and have little influence; I wouldn't even get a share of such valuable spoils.

This year, I'm as insignificant as an ant.

"However, there are other rewards as well. Along with the Qinghui grass, Mingchuntang also received a snake gall, weighing one pound and one ounce. Take it. Is there anything else you want?" Han Bingyi offered another sweet treat.

understood!

Of these three Qinghui Grasses, Han, the constable in front of him, must have received one. Xu Shimo instantly understood this and said:

"My lord, I have only performed a minor service and dare not accept such a generous reward. Please keep the snake gall. If we are talking about a reward, there is indeed one."

"You actually have one?"

Han Bingyi suddenly looked up and said calmly, "Tell me about it."

Xu Shimo: "When that Five Poisons Gang leader Li escaped today, I had not practiced any movement techniques, so I could not catch him. After thinking it over, I still feel unwilling to fail to eliminate the thief for you, so I want to obtain a movement technique manual so that I can serve the officers."

After a while, the hall fell silent.

Xu Shimo couldn't help but wonder, could it be that this wave of greed has occurred?

Logically speaking, there's nothing wrong with this flattery. I remember when my supervisor was asking for funding back in my graduate school days, he did the same thing. Is there some kind of secret technique he didn't teach me?

Surely it's not that Han, the constable, doesn't want to give me the snake gall bladder, nor does he want to teach me the movement technique...

"Hahaha!"

Hearing a few laughs from beside him, Xu Shimo felt a little more at ease.

Han Bingyi pointed at him and said jokingly:

"In the morning, Wang Chang told me that your background was unknown, and that it would be difficult to convince the public if you, a commoner, suddenly took on a job. He implied that you might be from the Black Wind Gang three years ago, and that you even shaved your head to conceal your identity as a member of the Black Wind Gang."

"But now it seems, there's not a trace of banditry about him, and this kind of cunning is not something a bandit would say."

what?

Xu Shimo was stunned for a moment. Was Wang Chang really that good at making things up?

At first glance, it really does sound plausible.

Then came anger: He owed me forty taels of silver and dared to speak ill of me!

"That Wang Chang!"

"alright!"

Han Bingyi continued:

"The matter of movement techniques is simple. You have made a great contribution this time. Take my token and go to the headquarters for a challenge later."

"Also, take the snake gall bladder. What's yours is yours. It's a valuable ingredient for making various qi-boosting pills like the Strength Pill and the Qi-Blood Pill. Are you sure you don't want it?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Before she could even act out her innocent charm after her little secret was exposed, Xu Shimo was overjoyed.

"Alright, you can go now."

Just as Xu Shimo reached the door, Han Bingyi suddenly called out to him again.

"Xu Shimo, I have something to say to you. Do you want to hear it?"

Xu Shimo turned around, and the light from outside illuminated half of his body, his face sometimes bright and sometimes dark, as he listened quietly.

A hint of melancholy crept into Han Bingyi's voice:

"Sometimes, you can kill some people—especially if you kill some people and get away with it—not because you're particularly capable, but because you have people above you who want you to kill them."

"Also, you should no longer concern yourself with that Li Hall Master of the Five Poisons Gang."

"I humbly accept your wise words, Officer."

"..."

After leaving the council hall, Xu Shimo pondered Han Bingyi's last words.

I understand some of it now.

As for that Master Li, it's highly likely that the Five Poisons Gang is too powerful, and that Xing Gongcao isn't prepared for a full-scale war either. Our Han Chasi has been rigging the match all along.

"Young Master Xu... no, no, Lord Xu!"

Below the steps, there was a slightly disheveled, chubby figure.

"What's wrong, shopkeeper? Are you surprised?" Xu Shimo walked over, supporting his knife.

"Just call me Lao Chang, sir," the plump shopkeeper said with a smile. "I was just amazed by your heroic bearing."

Xu Shimo stopped, turned around with a smile, revealing a set of harmless white teeth: "Old Chang, I told you, I'm a genius!"

The fat shopkeeper's heart skipped a beat, and then he said:

"Lord Xu, if there's nothing else, my master requests your presence. Would you please spare some time to see me?"

Damn it, this guy surnamed Lu!

This is another piece of historical artifact!

Is being talented a crime? Why is my first martial arts technique the Black Wind Palm?

Xu Shimo shook his head: "No, I have important matters to attend to. Please forgive my rudeness. If there's nothing else, Manager Chang, please return. Does anyone know where that Hall Master Wang of the Chishui Gang lives?"

The second half of the question was directed at the officers present.