The Lightning God Walk comes from the Mingyue World of the Qin Dynasty. It is the unique skill of the Mohist Pirates' Foot, a light-moving skill that can move instantaneously over short distances.

At that time, Ye Bai did not expect that a superior Qing Kung skill would be found in an ordinary lucky bag. It must be said that this was an unexpected surprise.

However, the characters on the bamboo slips were all written in large seal script. Ye Bai couldn't recognize a few of them, so he left them in Ye's house for Bai Zhixi to translate.

Then, Ye Bai immersed himself in the beautiful fonts on the white paper. After reading a few pages, he finally understood the operation skills of this light skill.

In short, the characteristic of this Qing Gong is to use internal force to stimulate the meridians under the legs and feet to achieve the purpose of rapid movement.

Compared with Jin Yan Gong, I can’t tell which one is better or worse.

Jin Yan Gong is essentially a light skill of jumping, climbing, and rising in place.

The Lightning God walks a straight line distance, thousands of miles in an instant.

They are all considered leaders in their respective fields.

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At this time, on the mountain trail outside Changsha City, Zhang Qishan, wearing a velvet hat and the clothes of an ordinary farm worker, was inspecting his Colt.

The sun was high, around eight o'clock, and a group of them gathered on a slope beside the railway in the suburbs. There were fourteen people in the team.

A group of six people disguised themselves as a caravan and traveled twenty miles ahead. The second group of four people disguised themselves as tea merchants and explored the surrounding areas. Zhang Qishan and Zhang Qiwen followed with two cooks, gathering intelligence along the way and investigating the direction.

After the two teams left, Zhang Qishan waited for a long time before he saw Qi Tiezui arriving late with a tall young man.

Zhang Qishan and his adjutant were dressed like betel nut vendors, and they also carried tobacco boxes, which were comically tight.

Qi Tiezui, on the other hand, was dressed like a fortune teller and walked over with his donkey.

"Lord Buddha, let me introduce to you. This is Jiang Yu, brother Jiang. He is an expert I specially invited from the Third Master's house to protect me."

Zhang Qiwen glanced at Jiang Yu and said angrily: "Master Eight, Master Buddha is here, what kind of protection do you need?"

Only then did Qi Tiezui realize that he had said the wrong thing, so he quickly interrupted with a smile and changed the subject.

"Lord Buddha, why are there only a few of you? Where are your soldiers?"

"If you come later, we can go back for lunch." Zhang Qishan replied, and then Zhang Qishan focused on Jiang Yu again, his expression slightly condensed.

He, Zhang Qishan, was pretty good at reading people. This young man named Jiang Yu had a majestic figure, a strong back and a strong waist, and bloodthirsty eyes. He was an expert at going to the grave.

Looking at the two weapons wrapped in black cloth on Jiang Yu's waist, one has an umbrella handle exposed at the bottom. It should be the legendary Vajra Umbrella of the gold-touching sect. As for the other, it is also slender, but

Nothing can be seen through the black cloth.

Qi Tiezui saw that Zhang Qishan's eyes were always on Jiang Yu, and he hurriedly whispered to Jiang Yu: "Brother Jiang, call someone."

"Hello, Lord Buddha." Jiang Yu clasped his fists with both hands.

"Is Third Master okay?"

Jiang Yu touched his head and didn't know how to answer, so he could only reply: "It's okay."

Zhang Qishan nodded, looked away, and said no more.

Then, a group of six people set off.

Their team included people dressed as Taoist priests leading donkeys, and vendors with tobacco boxes, all mixed together, which was quite strange.

Fortunately, Changsha has been a transportation thoroughfare and hub for generations. It is full of strange people and businessmen traveling from north to south. It is not surprising if you see many pedestrians on the road.

However, the donkey walked too slowly, often falling two or three miles behind after walking a short distance. Zhang Qishan and the others had to wait half an hour for Qi Tiezui to catch up.

Zhang Qishan endured it halfway and sighed: "Fortune teller, I asked you to disguise yourself, what are you doing riding a donkey?"

"Lord Buddha, if a fortune teller doesn't ride a donkey, why should he ride a tall horse? Doesn't that tell the world that something is wrong with me? And don't underestimate my outfit. The further you go into the mountains, the more useful the trails will become for me."

After saying that, Qi Tiezui looked at Jiang Yu again and said, "You think so, Brother Jiang?"

Jiang Yu had followed Qi Xiaohei in the Ministry of Human Resources for several years and visited many ancient tombs across the country. Naturally, he knew that Qi Tiezui was telling the truth. But Zhang Qishan couldn't stand Qi Tiezui's slow speed.

Even he can't stand it.

"Master Qi Ba, you can throw your donkeys here. There are plenty of Taoist priests in the world, so they won't arouse any suspicion."

This means asking Qi Tiezui to leave his donkey and walk on foot.

Qi Tiezui immediately darkened his face and said angrily: "Brother Jiang, who are you from? You are the one I invited to protect me, how can you speak for others?"

Jiang Yu remained silent.

A few people quarreled like this and headed all the way to western Hunan. After entering the mountain, they could only follow the railway track at a distance on the ridge. They encountered several mudslides, and Qi Tiezui's clothes were extremely dirty. It seemed like he was in this generation's activities.

The wild Taoist priest.

Three days later, they arrived at the first mining area marked on the map.

Western Hunan is rich in mercury. There are more than a dozen mines in this area, accompanied by various miscellaneous mines. The miners live, eat and live deep in the mountains. They only come out every few months or half a year. There are special horsemen to transport the ore back and forth every day.

A small caravan of four sent by Zhang Qishan came back and reported on the customs and customs here.

Most of the Miao people here live in various Dong, village, and group communities. Official forces cannot reach here. It is basically a state of autonomy, which is quite chaotic.

In addition to the Mining Bureau, there are also Germans and Japanese who operate the mines. But now the Japanese have withdrawn. Most of the miners are Han Chinese who live in the local area. The ethnic situation is very complicated.

A few people entered a Dong village on the mountainside and found an ancient post station on the Tea Horse Road in the early years. It was a place where businessmen and travelers lived together to provide supplies.

However, this Dong village was built on the mountainside, and wooden piles were built along the cliff to support the trestle. If you are not careful under your feet, you may fall into the cliff and lose your body.

Everyone was able to get on the trestle, but Qi Tiezui's donkey refused to get on the bridge. No matter how Qi Tiezui pulled him, there was nothing he could do.

Qi Tiezui has been raising this donkey for several years. His father Qi Jiuye bought it for him when he was still alive, and he has a deep affection for it.

Qi Tiezui didn't dare to leave the donkey at the foot of the mountain. People were coming and going here, and when he came back, he was afraid that even the donkey's bones would be gone.

Finally, Jiang Yu couldn't stand it anymore, so without saying a word, he stepped forward and punched the donkey unconscious, then carried the black donkey onto the trestle.

This scene shocked Qi Tiezui. Hearing the overwhelmed creaking of his body from the trestle under his feet, Qi Tiezui was afraid that Jiang Yu would miss the mark and fall down the cliff together with his beloved donkey.

However, Jiang Yu also knew how to relieve his strength. He was holding on to the rock wall with one hand and carrying the donkey with the other. He was walking steadily and soon reached the halfway point of the mountain. Nothing happened that worried Qi Tiezui.
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In the evening, vendors from all walks of life in the post station set up their stoves and baked naan on the stone steps of the cliff. Some also cooked spicy soup and barbecued game. In short, there was a wide variety of food, and the fragrance quickly spread throughout the valley.

This dilapidated valley path is like a long dragon, hung with all kinds of fire lanterns. From a distance, it looks like the ghost market of the fox fairy in the Liaozhai novel.

Zhang Qishan came with a mission and did not hang around. After three days of traveling, even though he was in good health, he felt physically and mentally exhausted. Zhang Qiwen blew a bat whistle at the nearby cliff, waiting for the Zhang family soldiers to respond.

As for Qi Tiezui, he took Jiang Yu for a walk, carrying his money bag everywhere to ask for money, and soon came back with various kinds of skewers to eat.

"Lord Buddha, I'm lucky to have come with you this time. I didn't expect such a scene in this remote mountainous area. Why don't you come and have a try?"

Zhang Qishan opened his eyes and said silently: "When you go out to travel around the world and eat randomly, old man, please give in to the wise. You won't live long anyway. I don't think the dogs raised in Wu's shop will eat these. You should go to Wu's Dianmao to further your studies."

Just a moment."

Qi Tiezui looked at the food in his hand, then at the merchants passing by, and asked softly: "No, Lord Buddha, I see that the people here are simple and honest, and the fellow villagers are so cute, and the world is dangerous.

After experience, you Zhang family are too cautious, no wonder one or two of them can't get a wife."

After saying that, Qi Tiezui glanced at Zhang Qiwen again, and the meaning was self-evident.

Zhang Qiwen was not one to take offense either, so he retorted: "Eighth Master, you are saying this as if you have a wife."

Hearing this, Qi Tiezui was startled for a moment, and then his smile quickly turned dark, as if he wrinkled into a ball of dough. He ran to the corner and ate the food in his hands viciously, paying no attention to anyone.

Zhang Qishan smiled and didn't care.

Not long after, a Zhang family soldier brought back a middle-aged man who looked like a porter.

Jiang Yu noticed that the index and middle fingers of this middle-aged man's right hand were slightly longer, and he must be from the Zhang family.

Zhang Qishan's eyes lit up and he sat up, "Old man, how are you?"

"This area is the territory of the Huo family. Huo Jiuxiang in western Hunan. If you want to find a mine here, it will be difficult not to alarm the Huo family. Besides, Qishan, your face is familiar to everyone. I suggest you disguise yourself." Zhang

The old man lit up his pipe and puffed out smoke. His fingers were turning yellow, and he looked very familiar with the environment here.

Qi Tiezui seemed to have lost his anger and came closer again: "Lord Buddha, who is this?"

"He is my uncle."

Qi Tiezui nodded and glanced at Mr. Zhang. It was hard to imagine that this old man dressed as an old farmer also belonged to the Zhang family.

"Lord Buddha, hasn't Third Master already greeted the Huo family? Why don't we reveal our identities? The Huo family should help us."

Before Zhang Qishan could answer, Zhang Qiwen said: "Buddha is a defense officer in Changsha. He cannot leave Changsha unless absolutely necessary. Otherwise, he will be dismissed from office or beheaded at worst. Even if the Huo family can be trusted, the news of Buddha's departure cannot be revealed."
Chapter completed!