Tribulation of Mysteries - Chapter 565

[Chapter 563 Thirty years later]

Thirty years of Xiangwu!

Sanshui Pier.

In the early morning, there was mist on the lake.

The clerk in charge of collecting money yawned while working on the dock.

He looked at the lake and suddenly blinked.

From the mist, a small broken boat was slowly approaching.

It looked extremely old and dilapidated… Even after repairs, it was still leaking.

Finally…

it sank dozens of meters away from the pier…

but the punter didn’t panic at all. He just punted the boat and flew up, like a big bird, with his toes on the water. Click twice and you’re on the dock.

“Is this…a master of martial arts?”

“Can he walk on water, even for a few steps…could he be…the legendary…master of Huajin?!”

The soap-coated clerk was smiling, ready to pay homage to the great master. of dignity.

The next moment, his smile froze on his face.

Because this ‘big master’ was wearing tattered clothes that were no better than a beggar. His hair was tangled, his face was full of beards, but his eyes were bright and sparkling.

“What year is this?”

Aaron stood with his hands behind his hands and let out a sigh, fully completing his image of a worldly master.

In fact, among the supplies he purchased, razors were also prepared.

He deliberately kept a big beard so that if such a long time passed, there would be no one who knew him on the dock.

“Uncle Qi, this year is the 30th year of Xiangwu!”

The junior official thought clearly. No matter whether this unscrupulous master was crazy or something else, he could kill himself easily, so he shouldn’t be treated like an uncle?

“It’s still the year of Xiangwu? Hasn’t Huang Wenlong planned to usurp the throne yet?” Aaron was a little surprised.

“Uncle, don’t you dare say such nonsense.” The clerk turned pale with fright, his legs went weak, and he almost knelt down: “Master Huang was devoted to the country all his life. He died of illness ten years ago. Thousands of people along the streets of the capital cried and mourned… The emperor gave him the posthumous title of “Wuzheng” to show his great achievements in quelling the rebellion of the six kings and supporting the emperor!”

“That’s it.”

Aaron used his skills and disappeared in a blink of an eye, letting the little official rub him hard. I rubbed my eyes and thought I saw a ghost!

…

“Thirty years!”

Aaron secretly sighed as he rushed to Taize Fucheng: “Is it only thirty years?”

When he lived in seclusion on Qianlong Island for fifteen years, he successfully spread his kung fu and modified the ‘Iron Clothes Fist’.

Perhaps it was because the slow spreading method did not damage the foundation and even improved it. The progress of martial arts practice after that could be said to be a rapid improvement.

There was no bottleneck all the way to An Jin, and An Jin was achieved in just five years!

The next transformation of energy took Aaron a lot of effort and ten years of hard work, and he was just accomplished a month ago!

From then on, the bright and dark energy in his body merged into one, and he could send and receive it from the heart, reaching the most advanced state of martial arts!

At this point, Tieyi Fist had no way forward, so Aaron chose to go out of the mountain, no, out of the lake!

…

Taize Fucheng.

Inn.

After asking the waiter to get some hot water, take a nice bath and change clothes, Aaron only trimmed his beard without shaving it, and then changed into a purple robe. He looked indeed heroic.

“Well, I can give him a nickname, like The Bearded Man?!”

Aaron looked at the bronze mirror and was quite satisfied. The most important thing was that his skin was extremely smooth without a single wrinkle.

He glanced at the attribute panel again:

[Name: Fang Yu (Aaron)]

[Talent: Immortality]

[Age: 60]

[Realm: Transforming Strength]

[Martial Arts: Third Level of Iron Fist (1000/1000)]

[Skills: Fishing (95/100), Disguise (4/5), Disguise (90/100), Bone Shrinking (49/100), Medical Skills (61/100)]

…

“Bone Shrinking” My gong is inherently deficient, so I really can’t advance… Iron Clothes Fist, on the other hand, has only three levels, one level of bright energy, one level of dark energy, and one level of transformation energy…”

Aaron thought to himself, walked out of the guest room, and came to the inn lobby.

After ordering a table of food and wine, and pouring himself a full glass of wine, he put a piece of braised pork into his mouth and was so delicious that he gasped.

“This is called life…”

While eating and drinking, he called the waiter: “I heard that in Taize City, Cao Hongyan of the Cao family was a generation of genius decades ago. I wonder what is happening now?”

“Isn’t it your guest? Are you asking the old lady of the Cao family?”

the waiter asked politely.

“Old lady?”

Aaron’s mouth twitched.

Well, thirty years have passed, and the original old lady of the Cao family has turned to ashes, but Cao Hongyan seems to be several years older than him.

And he is already sixty…

Isn’t Cao Hongyan just an old lady with chicken skin and gray hair?

Aaron couldn’t help but sigh when he thought that the beauty of the generation who used the ‘Red Thread Sword’ to ward off ghosts and gods, and finally killed the rebel king Song Shentong with the sword, turned into an old lady.

Beauty ages easily!

This is the most reasonable thing!

“The Cao family is one of the top aristocratic families in our house. When Mrs. Cao defeated the rebellious Wang Song Shen Tong, she was a real master of energy transformation!”

The waiter in the shop replied with a face full of reverence.

‘The Cao family is still here… very good, there is still time to settle the score. Aaron

rewarded the waiter with a few big bucks and asked him to step back, his eyes gradually becoming deeper.

…

In the next few days, Aaron wandered around Taize Mansion.

It has to be said that after the Six Kings Rebellion, because the population decreased, resources were vacated, and the government also implemented policies to recuperate and recuperate with the people, the market was actually much more prosperous than thirty years ago, and it looked like a prosperous era!

However, the fourth wife’s house had already been occupied by another person, and even after asking the neighbors, she didn’t know where the two women had gone, which made Aaron feel a little melancholy.

“Things are different and people are different… It seems that we should plan revenge first!”

After this period of inquiring, Aaron discovered that although the Cao family is still the number one family in Taize Mansion, there are also hidden dangers!

The Liu family’s troubles finally happened to the Cao family.

Although there are several talented people in the younger generation of the Cao family who are said to be promising future masters, Aaron has a say in this matter and knows that it is not that simple to achieve transformation.

“But letting the Cao family decline naturally… wouldn’t it be too cheap?”

There was a wine stall in front of the Cao family.

Aaron drank a glass of strong drink directly.

The strong alcohol entered his throat, his belly was like fire, and his heart for revenge finally burned brightly.

“Drive…”

At this time, several horses swept over like the wind. Each of them was a rare horse and very psychic. They stopped uniformly at the gate of Cao’s Mansion.

Several young ladies in bright clothes and angry horses got off their horses amidst the flattery of the door servants, looking like the proud sons of heaven.

“That’s Cao Baojin, right? One of the eight horses of the Cao family. He has extremely high martial arts. He joined the dark force at the age of twenty-five. Is he expected to become a master in the future?”

“And the eldest lady of the Cao family, Cao Shao… is a famous beauty in Fucheng. “

That Young Master with the Sword should be the one who has become famous recently – Nie Renlong, who has achieved great success at the age of twenty-two? Tsk… The old lady of the Cao family actually invited him here. What a great honor!”

Aaron looked at those people and continued drinking.

Recently he got news that in a while, it will be Cao Hongyan’s sixty-fifth birthday!

(End of chapter)