From a humble farmer to a great martial arts master

Chapter 105, 9 Yang Martial Arts School

Chapter 106, page 105: Nine Yang Martial Arts School

"for you."

A deep, husky, mature female voice was handed over, accompanied by a bottle of wound medicine.

Before me stood a woman dressed in the uniform of a constable from the yamen. She had a high nose bridge, full red lips, and an exceptionally charming face. Her slightly sharp, sword-like eyebrows added a touch of heroic spirit to her appearance.

Ren Qingshan immediately realized her identity:

Wind Sword Qin.

Of the nine famous constables in the prefectural city, she ranked first.

This woman has always been a prominent figure, a top-tier martial arts queen in the city, famous throughout the city, and even in Zhongzhou and the capital.

Yi Sheng is renowned for his martial arts prowess, possessing the cultivation level of the Internal Organs Realm and the pinnacle of external martial arts, earning him the title of being invincible below the Innate Realm.

Many years ago, Ersheng was indignant that women were not allowed to take the imperial examinations. He boldly wrote to the emperor and was eventually allowed to take the examinations. He passed the examinations in succession, becoming a military scholar, a provincial graduate, and a third-place scholar in the palace examination.

Although San Sheng was already thirty-eight years old, she remained unmarried and devoted her life to martial arts. Rumors often circulated in the city that she was the emperor's woman, the woman of some high-ranking official, or even the woman of the leader of some martial arts holy land—but most of these were just unfounded rumors.

Her father was Feng Jingxian, a retired third-rank general, and her mother was the empress of the Kushan Kingdom in the Western Regions.

The Kushan Kingdom was destroyed by Feng Jingxian many years ago, and the queen was taken by him and gave birth to her.

Thanks.

Ren Qingshan instinctively put on a show, his timid and hesitant demeanor vanished, replaced by a composed and dignified air. He took the powder, then suddenly realized something was wrong. He sprinkled it on his shoulder, gasped, and grimaced.

Now is not the time to show off.

After all, he was just a worthless nobody who had lost all his inner energy and was only there to deliver gifts.

The wound medicine works well; after the burning sensation subsides, a cool sensation arises, and the wound scabs over quickly.

"What were you doing at the Liu family's house just now?"

The mature, sophisticated voice rang out again, her interrogative gaze carrying a natural allure.

"Gifts."

Ren Qingshan responded with a wry smile, feeling a bit aggrieved. Damn it, this first impression is probably hard to change.

Why are you giving a gift?

Feng Jianqin continued her questioning. She had already seen the situation inside, and compared to the infighting among the other adults, she was more interested in the whole picture.

The person in front of us is the prime suspect.

"Does giving gifts require a reason? My martial arts are ruined, I make a living as a merchant, I'm harassed by the Five Marquis's Mansion, and my nephew has been killed. What else can I do if I don't come to the Prefect for help?"

Ren Qingshan suppressed his desire to act cool and arrogant in front of beautiful women and instead adopted a "weathered old man" style.

Feng Jianqin questioned him about his business dealings and the death of his nephew.

Ren Qingshan told the truth.

There is no doubt that one has a motive for committing the crime, but even if it is a covert assassination, there is still a motive—this is unavoidable.

"What were you doing when the assassin from the Divine Dragon Cult went in?"

Feng Jianqin's thinking was extremely clear, and she asked the key questions.

"I'm taking a dump."

She was momentarily stunned, but her eyebrows rose slightly: "Why this particular moment?"

She noticed the only loophole, and Ren Qingshan responded with a wry smile: "Is it possible that you want to frame me? To make you think this way and divert the focus of the investigation? The Fang family and the Qian family have an old feud. I used to be the chief constable of Huaiyin County and killed several members of the Divine Dragon Cult. This is probably the Divine Dragon Cult's way of settling things off. I am definitely not a member of the Divine Dragon Cult, and I can verify my identity at any time."

If you don't believe me, come and take off my pants.

Ren Qingshan was prepared for this, but she was the first person to question him.

Feng Jianqin's eyes showed a thoughtful expression. This was indeed reasonable.

Of course, she was unaware that by using the premise that "Qian Chengen is related to the Divine Dragon Cult" as the basis for her deduction of the whole matter, she had already fallen into a trap carefully set by Ren Qingshan.

And it is a fact that the jade snake did indeed emerge from Qian Chengen's head.

Nine days later.

Ren Qingshan walked out of the yamen, looked at the bright sunshine outside, squinted slightly, and a smile appeared on his lips.

It was as if he had been through a large-scale werewolf game. All eight constables had questioned him, as had Chu Tiankuo and Feng Jingxian—but none of them could find any loopholes.

I am the invincible Yin-Yang Whirlwind Hook Wolf!

Aside from his confession, his own "strength" is not the absurd starting point for attributing the crime to the perpetrator. No one believes that a county chief constable who was recommended as a martial arts scholar just a few months ago could become a master in such a short time.

And, himself, is not a key element in this case.

The key element was the downfall of Liu Tongpan.

That night, a large amount of gold and silver, as well as items related to the Green Forest Path, were found in the Liu family's house. Among them was even a Five Elements Spiritual Object that had been looted from the Shenxiao Auction House many years ago.

The Liu family has died.

Secondly, the key element is that Fang Yanping vouched for him, even at the cost of his life, in the name of the county magistrate.

After politely thanking the constable who saw him off, Ren Qingshan looked at Fang Yanping, Jiang Shi'an, Lu Haichuan, and Lu Qingyi who were waiting at the door, and walked towards them with his arms outstretched.

Fang Yanping wasn't particularly used to this way of expressing emotions, and his body suddenly stiffened.

Jiang Shi'an took a step back.

Lu Haichuan's belly was very prominent and soft.

Lu Qingyi — Hmm, she seems to have lost weight; her breasts aren't as big as her father's belly.

"Let's go take a bath, then go to a brothel for a good drink. I'm tired."

I just got out of prison, is this request too much to ask?

Lu Qingyi pursed her lips, refusing to speak—brothels were the most common social venues for men, and even the legal wife had no say in it, let alone her.

After a refreshing shower, the wound on his shoulder had scabbed over, but Ren Qingshan didn't let it heal completely, keeping it as a memento of his first injury, as if it were his first time.

After changing their clothes, the four of them headed towards Phoenix Pavilion, the most upscale brothel in the prefectural city. It was opened by the son of the former Minister of Rites and had many powerful figures backing it.

The Jiaofangsi was an agency under the Ministry of Rites, and being in a position of power, it had the advantage of various internal adjustments.

Phoenix Pavilion is exquisitely decorated with carved beams and painted rafters. Compared with the Hu Ji Pavilion in the capital, it appears extremely graceful, with a shy and flirtatious charm.

The program mainly consists of music, song and dance, drinking games, and poetry.

Thinking of the "Tai Xuan Secret Scripture", Ren Qingshan suppressed his desire to show off. In the world of martial arts, what use is a poetic reputation? It would only make things worse.

Lu Haichuan is a seasoned player in the world of romance, steadily leading the way.

He was very excited to be able to get in touch with Fang Yanping through this matter, after all, the Lu family's saltworks were based in Huaiyin County, and Fang Yanping's prestige was at its peak.

Fang Yanping was probably visiting a place like this for the first time as well. He sat upright, but it was all just for show. His eyes were so innocent that it seemed like he was about to join the Party.

Jiang Shi'an was also not in high spirits. Ren Qingshan always felt that he was gay. He had a feeling that he had wandered the world since he was a child. If he wanted to learn martial arts, he probably had to ask his master for favors. —Shh, don't expose his secrets.

"I've heard that General Feng Jingxian opened a martial arts school?"

A beautiful young girl sat on Ren Qingshan's lap, his arms wrapped around her slender waist. He ate the cherries she fed him and then turned to ask Fang Yanping a question.

Fang Yanping's eyes flickered slightly: "Yes, Jiuyang Martial Arts School doesn't accept many disciples. It mainly focuses on pre-examination training for martial arts candidates, requiring a Xiucai degree and a recommendation from an official—I'll recommend you!"

He immediately understood what Ren Qingshan meant.

Jiuyang Martial Arts School is different from ordinary martial arts schools, as it allows Feng Jingxian to maintain his influence, benefit younger generations, and build connections.

It would certainly be a good thing if I could join.

Moreover, Elder Feng is a martial artist of innate talent, who once held the rank of third grade. He has fought countless battles throughout his life and has extensive knowledge. Perhaps he really does have a way to heal Ren Qingshan's injuries.

Jiang Shi'an's eyes flickered, he picked up a glass of wine, raised it with both hands, and toasted Fang Yanping, his eyes revealing longing.

He could never do it, never be able to talk to Magistrate Fang as casually as Ren Qingshan. He simply couldn't.

Fang Yanping chuckled and nudged him, saying, "You should come along too; it'll be good to have someone to look after you."

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