Li Qingshan did not return to the Crouching Ox village. At the very least, the small village was still safe and sound right now. He did not go to the Drawn Reins village either. He did not want to bring his troubles to others, nor did he directly attack the Black Wind stronghold. He had already fallen out with the Black Wind stronghold, and once spring arrived, the Black Wind mountain bandits would probably move out and massacre the small village that had raised him.
He sneered inside. You treat me as an enemy, so why wouldn't I treat you as an enemy? I will definitely kill my way into the Black Wind stronghold and take the head of the famed master of the Black Wind stronghold. Only then will I feel at ease after I make him guilty of all his crimes and die a horrible death.
Why did he train so hard? It was to kill all of his enemies. However, before that, he needed to make some preparations.
He did not even have a suitable weapon on hand. He would be at too much of a disadvantage if he were bare-handed. Even a lion would use its full strength to catch a rabbit, not to mention the fact that the two hundred bandits of the Black Wind stronghold were not two hundred rabbits. Every single one of them had taken lives on their hands. They were extremely vicious.
Once he charged in, it would no longer be a fight of the jianghu. Instead, it would be a fight on the battlefield. If he were still careless, then there would be something wrong with his head.
The Arsenal of Arms in Qingyang city was an extremely renowned weapon store. He planned on checking it out, but he had to spend money to buy weapons. Not only was he penniless right now, but he did not even have any decent clothes on him.
His clothes were tattered, baring his chest, which attracted the attention of passersby. Was he not afraid of freezing to death dressed like this in weather like this?
Li Qingshan cultivated in the icy pool every day, so how could he be afraid of this little bit of coldness?
But no one treated him like a beggar, because his face didn't have the self-abased and wretched look of a penniless person. Instead, it was brimming with strong self-confidence, as if no matter what difficulties he encountered, he could use his hands to solve them.
As he strolled around, he admired the city that was filled with a classical style. He did not go out of his way to hide the fact that he was a country bumpkin.
A carriage suddenly sped over. The driver waved his whip and yelled, "Piss off! Piss off! "He watched as the passersby dodged in a mess and laughed complacently.
Everyone felt indignant as they watched the carriage drive off into the distance, but no one dared to say anything. This was a great aristocrat of Qingyang city. Let alone chasing away pedestrians, even if the carriage of the Zhang estate killed someone, they would just have to pay compensation at most.
The coachman suddenly saw a ragged silhouette in front of him, as if he could not hear his voice and did not know how to dodge. He cursed loudly, "Stinky beggar, get lost!" He did not pull the reins and let the carriage crash into him.
The pedestrians also called out to be careful. Just as the carriage was about to collide with the beggar, the beggar dodged sideways and dodged by a hair's breadth.
Before the coachman could react, the carriage came to an abrupt stop and he flew out like a cloud.
Things were rolling around in the carriage, and a woman's screams could be heard.
The two horses pulling the carriage raised their hooves and neighed loudly, but the carriage seemed to be enchanted. It was fixed in place, squeaking but unable to move a single step forward.
The coachman stood up with a Carp Flip. He was actually quite good at this. Just when he was about to curse aloud, he saw the passersby staring at the back of the carriage dumbfounded.
Li Qingshan grabbed the frame of the carriage with one hand as his feet were planted deeply into the ground, but he did not move at all. He did not move, so the carriage obviously could not move either.
The coachman gulped. What kind of power was this?
A young man in embroidered clothes reeking of alcohol leapt out of the carriage. "Lai Fu, what the hell are you doing?" However, Lai Fu pointed at Li Qingshan and cursed, "Stinky beggar, stay away from my carriage. If you touch me, I'll chop off your hand!" He was drunk, so he did not notice that Li Qingshan was currently grabbing his carriage.
"I'm not a beggar. I'm Li Qingshan." Li Qingshan stated his name. He wanted to teach this wastrel and this arrogant servant a lesson.
"What Li … Qingshan!?" The young man's eyes were dazed and filled with disdain. Towards the end, his tone suddenly changed, as if someone had grabbed him by the neck. He sobered up too. "I- which Li Qingshan is it …"
Li Qingshan said in confusion, "You recognise me!"
The coachman wailed, "Young master, it's … it's the Descended Tiger!" His face that was originally flushed red suddenly paled.
"Descended Tiger? What's that? " Just as Li Qingshan frowned, the young master knelt down with a thump. "I, no, no, no, it's this lowly one who has offended you. Please spare me, young hero!" Afterwards, he removed the money pouch from his waist and offered it up with both hands. "Treat this money as my apology to the young hero!"
The bystanders had never seen the young master of the Zhang family behave in such a subservient manner. They all raised their eyebrows, but when they heard the words' Descended Tiger ', their gazes towards Li Qingshan immediately changed. There was admiration mixed with fear.
Li Qingshan weighed the money pouch in his hand. There really was quite a lot of money inside. It was enough for him to buy a set of decent clothes, eat a full meal in the best restaurant, and have a good night's sleep in an inn.
But how strange. It's not like I plan on killing you. At most, I'll just give you a few light punches. I don't even dare to use force, so why are you so scared?
He could instinctively sense that the reason why the young master was so scared of him was not because of his skill in stopping the horse. However, when he saw how the young master was scared to the point of wetting his pants, he lost all interest in teaching him a lesson. He picked up the money pouch and walked away.
Only when he saw Li Qingshan walk away did the young master climb up from the ground as his legs weakened. He glanced at the end of the street in fear. Li Qingshan was actually right in front of him. That was a terrifying figure who had killed several dozen people. No matter how arrogant and despotic he was, he was not bold enough to act up before a person like that.
His face reddened from the mockery of the pedestrians. When he turned around and saw the carriage driver hiding to one side, he became even more furious. He went up and kicked him wildly. "Hmm? You're still trying to hide? That's what I told you to hide! That's what I told you to not drive properly! "Although the carriage driver was skilled in martial arts, he did not even try to dodge. All he did was beg for forgiveness softly.
Li Qingshan held the money pouch and felt even more at ease inside. Although the money had come rather mysteriously, he suddenly remembered that the matter at hand was to investigate some information and understand the changes in the Black Wind stronghold. He just happened to have a fellow villager who lived in Qingyang city. He was also a person of the jianghu. He asked a few people and arrived before the Iron Fist.
At the entrance stood two towering, bald men with arms as thick as a regular person's thighs. They glanced past the passersby with shining eyes. Before the passersby could even approach the entrance, they would move far away and pass by on the other side of the street, which demonstrated the might of the Iron Fist.
Seeing a "beggar" in ragged clothes walk up to the entrance, the man said rudely, "Piss off. This isn't a place for you to beg!"
The other man stopped his companion and studied Li Qingshan up and down. He mocked, "Kid, you seem like someone who knows how to talk. How did you end up like this?" He could tell that Li Qingshan's body was sturdy and unafraid of the cold.
Li Qingshan said, "I'm looking for someone. Please pass on a message. He's called Li Long. Tell him that I'm from the same hometown as him. I'm called Li Qingshan!"
The two men were originally unconcerned. Only when they heard the two words "Li Long" did they become cautious. He was the beloved disciple of the sect master. When they heard the two words "Li Qingshan", their faces changed drastically. "The Descended Tiger, Li Qingshan!"
Only then did Li Qingshan understand that the "Descended Tiger" referred to him. He grumbled inside, "What kind of stupid nickname is that!?" The people of the jianghu were uncultured, but he did not want to be associated with wolves, tigers, and leopards.
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