Affected

With Wen Qingkong's Shaolin Golden Bell Shield and Thirteen Iron Bodyguards cultivation, after being converted into the Nine Revolutions Golden Body Art, he was only at the fourth revolution. If he wanted to rely on himself to break through to the fifth revolution, it would probably take sixteen years.

The only way is to find a way to rely on needlework to obtain external martial arts cultivation, and then convert it into the Nine Revolutions Golden Body Art, thereby shortening the cultivation time of the Nine Revolutions Golden Body Art.

Suddenly, Wen Qingkong's ears twitched slightly.

Someone was flying across the roof.

It should be Dark Stone assassins coming for Zeng Jing.

Wen Qingkong remained calm and continued to cultivate.

In the following days, Li Lan went out to buy groceries and gradually became familiar with Auntie Cai and Zeng Jing.

The three often chatted together, and Li Lan even set up a stall to sell women's rouge and powder, next to Auntie Cai and Zeng Jing.

Wen Qingkong had once worked as a needlework peddler, so he was extremely knowledgeable about the prices of these rouge and powders, as well as buying and selling, which greatly helped Li Lan's stall.

Li Lan admired her husband more and more. He seemed to know everything, no matter what it was.

Auntie Cai looked at Wen Qingkong, who was teasing Shuang'er across the street, and asked Li Lan curiously, "It's been so long without any business? Your Wen Langjun isn't worried at all? Isn't he afraid of sitting idle and eating away at your savings, really relying on you, a woman, to show your face and sell these rouge and powders for a living?"

Li Lan knew the principle of not revealing wealth, but she also knew that people like Auntie Cai, with their gossipy nature, would spread a lot of rumors if you talked too much about family matters.

Her husband was so capable, she couldn't let people look down on him.

"Auntie Cai is worrying too much. We don't open for three years, but when we do, we eat for three years."

"Nowadays, who has money for needlework? Only the rich are willing to spend money. Ten taels of silver for one needlework, two or three needleworks a year, is enough to spend, and there's still some left over."

"He originally didn't want me to come out and set up a stall, but he was worried that I would be bored at home, so he let me come out and socialize with people."

Li Lan was extremely proud, and Auntie Cai's eyes widened in disbelief.

She only knew that the leatherworker was unlucky, but she never knew that this leatherworker could make so much money!

If he made so much money, who would care about being unlucky or not!

Zeng Jing was different from Auntie Cai. She had traveled the world, observed people's expressions, and when Li Lan mentioned needlework, she didn't emphasize the ten taels of silver, but instead glossed over it, indicating that Wen Qingkong's needlework was definitely more than ten taels of silver.

However, needlework was just to keep a complete corpse. Even if the technique was good, would someone give a hundred taels of silver?

But since she was determined to live in seclusion, she would certainly not worry about these things.

Like Li Lan, Zeng Jing had a full eight hundred thousand taels of silver in her hands, and she didn't lack silver at all. Setting up a stall was just to integrate into the lives of ordinary people.

Wen Qingkong played with little Shuang'er for a while, and saw shadows among the pedestrians in the distance, with people's eyes occasionally sweeping over here. It seemed unintentional, but in fact, every gaze that swept over here inevitably passed by Zeng Jing.

Wen Qingkong knew that Dark Stone should be about to make a move.

At night, after Wen Qingkong and the others had dinner, Li Lan went to clean up the dishes alone.

Wen Qingkong was just about to teach little Shuang'er to read when his expression suddenly changed.

He kicked a red bench into the air, smashing it towards the sky.

Clang clang!

Two muffled sounds.

Two hand crossbow bolts were shot into the bench.

Wen Qingkong flew into the kitchen, where a black-clothed assassin was about to grab Li Lan.

Wen Qingkong raised his leg like a whip, sweeping across the air!

He was filled with anger, and this strike unleashed the power of his honed external martial arts, with a force of a thousand pounds!

The bones in the man's chest caved in, and the whole person was kicked by Wen Qingkong and slammed into the wall, making a loud bang.

Li Lan was startled, but subconsciously covered her mouth, not making a sound.

Two more black-clothed assassins rushed in from outside, holding hand crossbows in their right hands, aiming at Wen Qingkong, and with a swoosh, they pulled the triggers, and crossbow bolts flew towards him.

Wen Qingkong raised his foot and kicked a wooden table in the kitchen, blocking the crossbow bolts.

Then, he put little Shuang'er into Li Lan's arms, and with a stomp of his feet, he pounced out like a cheetah.

Taizu Long Fist!

In the blink of an eye, he was in the air, his fists like two heavy hammers, smashing down in an instant!

Crack!

Accompanied by the sound of bones breaking, the chests of the two black-clothed assassins were also shattered, and they fell to the ground limply, lifeless.

Li Lan covered little Shuang'er's eyes, her voice trembling: "Langjun, are the people from Yujing City chasing after us?"

Wen Qingkong waved his hand: "Most likely we're implicated by Zeng Jing."

Wen Qingkong didn't expect Dark Stone to attack him. They had only just moved here. Although Li Lan was closer to Zeng Jing, did Dark Stone think they could capture Li Lan to threaten Zeng Jing?

Zeng Jing, as Dark Stone's former ace assassin, how could she be so easily threatened?

Zeng Jing?

Li Lan on the side opened her mouth in surprise.

Zeng Jing was good-looking, but to be honest, she wasn't a beauty, on par with herself, but she had a very strange temperament, very indifferent, as if she didn't care about anything.

How could anyone be coming to kill her?

Despite her worry, Li Lan wouldn't ask Wen Qingkong to save Zeng Jing.

They were acquaintances, nothing more. Her husband's life was undoubtedly more important than Zeng Jing's; she couldn't risk such a big problem to save Zeng Jing.

Wen Qingkong dragged the three corpses to the cold stone slab in the front yard.

Three assassin corpses were better than nothing.

He then escorted Li Lan and her daughter back to their room, quietly waiting for Dark Stone to leave.

Meanwhile, the leader of Dark Stone, King Runner, was at Zeng Jing's house with the Magician Lian Sheng, Lei Bin, and Ye Zhanqing.

Ye Zhanqing leaned down, carefully examining Jiang Asheng, who was unconscious on the bed.

Ordinary, utterly ordinary.

She suddenly turned her face, her gaze towards Zeng Jing filled with disappointment.

"You abandoned Dark Stone for a man like this?"

Ye Zhanqing was the replacement King Runner had Fatty Chen find after Zeng Jing betrayed Dark Stone. Even the martial arts Ye Zhanqing practiced, the Forty-One Styles of Water Splitting Swordplay, were exclusive to Zeng Jing.

Ye Zhanqing was essentially Zeng Jing's replacement, so she had always been very curious about Zeng Jing.

Until recently, when she saw Zeng Jing, a woman selling cloth at a street stall, married to an ordinary man who made a living as a porter.

Ye Zhanqing was deeply disappointed. She had imagined many times what it would be like to see Zeng Jing again.

Every scenario was a fierce battle, where she, Ye Zhanqing, would personally defeat Zeng Jing in front of King Runner, proving that she was the most powerful assassin in Dark Stone!

The situation before her was the only one she hadn't imagined.

The Drizzle, the Dark Stone assassin who once terrorized Mingzhou, was gone, replaced by an ignorant peasant woman.

"Give me Rama's Remains."

"Then work for me. Otherwise, he dies, and your neighbors die too."

"That family of three selling rouge and powder, so happy. How pitiful if they were all killed because of you."

King Runner's voice was low and indifferent, leaving Zeng Jing no room for negotiation.

As for the innocent neighbors, they were just a warning to Zeng Jing.

In his eyes, human lives were no different from weeds by the roadside.