Chapter 242 Big Move
"Ming Mugen?"
Yang Dongxiong looked at the amber lotus leaf with golden lines in his hand. He raised it to the sun, and the golden lines shone brightly.
"It's in very good condition, but it's a rare item. Why is it in the shape of a lotus leaf?"
"Disciple, it was cut from a lotus flower, so it is in this shape." Liang Qu took out two more pieces from his arms, "The other two pieces are for the master's wife and senior brother. Please pass them on to the master."
Yang Dongxiong nodded, took the leaf, looked at Liang Qu again, caressed his beard and asked with a smile: "Did you fish the lotus out of the water again?"
Liang Qu grinned.
"It's okay to go into the water in the past few days, but after six days, you should stop running around and stay at home as much as possible."
"Binghuo Day?"
On the Bing Fire Day, everything is restless and monsters often appear. It is for this reason that the Beaver family came to their home to take refuge.
Liang Qu's fate depends on water, which means he will have many opportunities. However, good fortune and misfortune are interdependent, which also means crisis.
If a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, Binghuo will be in troubled times, so he should stay away.
Unexpectedly, Yang Dongxiong shook his head.
“That’s not the case, good and evil depend on each other, and if you are afraid of your hands and feet, you will lose your opportunity.
I asked you not to run around, because the Hebo Station and the Demon Hunting Department may make big moves in the near future. You should practice diligently and don't slack off. "
Big move?
Liang Qu wanted to ask clearly, but Yang Dongxiong refused to explain clearly.
When chaos arises, words are the order.
If the king is not secretive, his ministers will lose; if the ministers are not secretive, they will lose their virginity; if matters are not secretive, it will cause harm.
Yang Dongxiong is the boss of the Hebo Institute and the Demon Hunting Department. Even if he is a casual position, his strength is there and there is no way around it. He knows everything he needs to know, but he can only reveal so much.
Liang Qu didn't ask any more questions.
Master won't harm him rashly, just stay at home, it's not much different anyway.
"Then about this matter, the person in my family..."
Liang Qu was talking about the old monk. Before he made the mistake, he told Yang Dongxiong that Master Zhenxiang came here to look for the evil monk.
Yang Dongxiong thought for a long time and nodded slightly.
Liang Qu felt relieved.
After going to Yang Mansion, Liang Qu went to other places in Pingyang County one by one, delivering a piece of Ming Mu Root to each of his senior brothers. Only when he arrived at Senior Brother Lu Gang's residence, he asked for a few extra metal ores.
"Brother, how much are these four pieces worth?"
Liang Qu showed Lu Gang the few pieces of ore he had selected, and Lu Gang glanced at them and waved.
"Just take it, it's not worth your Mingmu roots."
"Brother, it's better to tell me. If it's not worth it now, it doesn't mean it won't be worth it in the future."
"how do I say this?"
"From now on, I may have to come here to beg for a few pieces of ore every month. If you add up, it will become worth it."
"Junior Brother Liang, you want to learn to be a blacksmith? This weight is not enough for you. At most, you can make a dagger."
"How dare you compete with Senior Brother Lu for business? You must not starve to death. It has other uses. I have raised a few little things that eat ore."
"Eat ore?"
Lu Gang wasn't surprised. There were so many strange and weird creatures in the world, so Liang Qu just didn't want to get bored playing with them.
"Then we'll figure it out next time. Just keep these pieces. The ore has not been refined, so its value is not high."
"Thank you, senior brother."
After leaving Luzhai, Liang Qu went to Hebosuo again, and gave all the remaining ten pieces to Ran Zhongshi, asking him to help deliver them.
When he was about to leave, Ran Zhongshi said the same thing to him.
The meaning of his words was more vague than what Yang Dongxiong said. He only asked him not to run around, but said nothing else and asked him to keep it secret.
Liang Qu agreed and only left Ran Zhongshi's study. When passing by the second floor, he took a special look at the scroll room.
Li Shoufu and Huang Pingchang were at their desks registering.
He Bo, the head of the river, accepted the mission as usual, just like in the past.
Obviously not everyone has the means to know some special information in advance.
Please visit the latest address
】
Don’t underestimate the reminders given by Ran Zhongshi and Yang Dongxiong a few days in advance.
If you don’t practice for one day, you will know it; if you don’t practice for two days, your opponent will know it.
Sharpening a gun in the face of battle will bring displeasure.
Many times, there is no way out, no idea of the importance, and inexplicably, one becomes cannon fodder.
Liang Qu was filled with emotion, but he would not mess with anything. He only thought about what the big move was.
The fundamental purpose of converting Pingyang Town into a county was to establish a "Beiting Protectorate". However, the Beiting Protectorate was to defend outside the Great Wall, while Pingyang County and even Pingyang Prefecture in the future were to defend against the remnants of the Great Qin Dynasty.
There was only one person who was worthy of being joined by Hebosuo and the Monster Hunting Department, and he was the only one who could be counted.
The tiger will never fall.
According to rumors, Grandmaster Guang Zhenxiang was able to outwit him when he fled to Daze.
Such a huge force, even if many people have died in the days when they fought with Xu Guogong, and several have died in the past sixty years, it can still be expected that many masters are still lingering on.
I don’t know what kind of remnants are there that require the joint efforts of Hebosuo and the Anti-Monster Division to defeat them?
Ordinary tiger hunting, five against one would not involve so many troops, could it be...
Liang Qu shuddered.
Two people from the Demon Hunting Department, two people from the Hebo Institute, even including the master, but only five Tiger Hunters, can they deal with Zhen Xiang?
Or is there a powerful person coming to Pingyang County that he doesn't know about?
Liang Qu returned home with thoughts and immediately approached the old monk.
"Master, the Hebo Station and the Demon Hunting Department may want to take action against the remnants of Zhenxiang in Daqian!"
The old monk licked the ink dry, put down the pen in his hand, and looked at Liang Qu quietly.
"What's the problem?"
"Ah...no problem?"
The old monk made a gesture of invitation.
When he came to his senses again, Liang Qu had already left the west wing and came to the courtyard. ?
Liang Qu fell into deep thought, why did he come to the old monk?
Oh, I came to find someone to cover up.
At present, apart from him, the Taoist priest of Louguantai and his master, no one probably knows that there is a master of Zhenxiang·Cang hidden in Pingyang County.
The old monk is also the highest combat power Liang Qu knows so far. Even if his Dantian is broken, he is definitely not comparable to ordinary tiger hunters.
If something unexpected happens, at least there is someone who looks like he can cover up.
My goal should have been achieved, right?
Liang Qu looked back at the closed door of the west wing, and communicated with the fat catfish and other animals in the spiritual connection, asking them to go out less with the group of finless porpoises, and come to live in the pond on weekdays, so as not to be killed as wild monsters.
Yang Dongxiong said that it was okay to hang out six days ago, but Liang Qu firmly chose to stay at home, not go anywhere, and practice martial arts diligently.
He vowed to learn the "Ear Recognition Method" before the big move, or point out the Thunder Step.
Five days later.
In a quiet room.
Liang Qu lowered his eyelids slightly, and infinitely magnified his hearing to listen to the sounds around him.
But what he wanted to hear was not the sound, but the state.
Over the wall, across the courtyard, tiny insects and ants drilled out of the ground, butterflies fluttered their wings and flew, and beavers hugged trees and gnawed.
Each sound was like a piece of knowledge, which was disassembled and refined, and jumped onto the paper.
Vitality, dead silence, fatigue, and decline.
Just a small courtyard gave him many completely different feelings, which made people feel particularly novel.
The hearing covered the west wing, and Liang Qu heard the sound of a brush rubbing against the pages of a book. Before he had time to listen carefully, the whole west wing fell into a dead silence.
There was no sound.
A huge black hole suddenly appeared in the entire three-entry courtyard, and all the light flowed into it.
Liang Qu tacitly covered other places with his hearing, but he no longer felt the same as before, and it turned back to various friction sounds.
He was not yet proficient.
It sometimes worked and sometimes didn't work.
