Refining Qi starts from repairing the panel

The head of the family...

No need to get up.

Song Tonghai stepped forward, held down Song Yun who was about to get up, and said in a deep voice:

How does it feel?

Life is safe.

Song Yun's expression was gloomy: I couldn't clearly see where the person who made the move came from...

It doesn't matter, you can rest assured and cultivate first.

Song Tonghai comforted him, gave Song Lingxue a wink, and the two of them turned around and walked out.

Dad, I'm afraid things have changed in Luofeng City now. Why don't we recall the chiefs from all over the city first to avoid...

Song Lingxue couldn't hide the worry in her eyes. She was so blatantly hurting people at the city gate and ignored the law. It was obvious that even the Zhou court didn't take it seriously.

My Song family is not worthy of those Immortal Sects taking action personally. Those who took action must have been instructed to force us to ask for help from Lingqing or the Phantom Sect.

Song Tonghai's expression was calm, showing no emotion or anger: There is no reply from the government office. Apparently someone has taken care of it.

The Song family's biggest revenue source is the escort bureau. Nowadays, none of the escorts can leave the city, and it's even more nonsense for the escorts to do business.

Lingxue, according to what you see, how should we deal with it now?

Suddenly, Song Tonghai spoke up and asked Song Lingxue for her opinion.

Song Yun is injured. This is just the first step. There will definitely be more out-of-bounds actions later.

Song Lingxue's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and her tone was slightly cold: The plan now is to find out who is responsible and kill a group of people first.

If there is no response, these people will inevitably go more and more excessive in the future. It is better to fight openly and force out the people behind it.

Then kill!

Song Tonghai obviously had the same idea and immediately said:

You can follow me out of the house tonight.

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A heavy snow and a cold.

As dusk approached, there were not many people walking around on the streets. It was cold in winter and there was a shortage of charcoal and firewood. Most people could not move and would stay at home.

The young lady from a wealthy family wishes she could enjoy the snow every day, but she doesn’t know how many frozen bones have been added to the roadside after the cold weather.

Chu Zheng did not stop on the street, but went to several grain, rice and oil stores to prepare some dry food for emergencies and to facilitate his journey.

He is still far from the realm of big grains now. Only when he reaches the realm of spiritual transformation can the yin and yang energy in his body form a cycle of its own, and then he can give up the disadvantages of the five grains.

The food is sold out.

I'm really sorry, these have been booked by other guests.

No business today.

After visiting several stores one after another, Chu Zheng found nothing. Even with the money in his hand, he couldn't buy any food at all. He gave various excuses and just refused to sell.

In this situation, Chu Zheng quickly realized that something was wrong. The problem was not with him, but with the clothes he wore as a slave of the Song Dynasty.

It was obvious that someone was targeting the Song family.

Chu Zheng rubbed his eyebrows. This was his subconscious habit when he was in trouble, and his mind would be much clearer.

The Song family is a local snake that has been entrenched in Luofeng City for more than three hundred years, and its power is deep-rooted. However, forces from outside the city have invaded, and someone may have tipped off the Song family.

So many stores have received warnings at the same time, and I am afraid that the shadow of the government is inseparable from this.

In Luofeng City, the only one bigger than the Song family was the imperial court.

The Great Zhou Dynasty is now at its peak, and the court's prestige is overwhelming. If the government issues orders, no one will dare to disobey them.

After pondering for a moment, Chu Zheng turned into an alley, took off his servant robe, then walked into a tailor shop, bought a ready-made coat, wrapped it in a thick turban, and changed his appearance.

He turned around and went back. This time he didn't face any difficulties and successfully bought the dried meat noodles.

There are obviously many more here, why not sell them?!

Pulling off the boring headscarf, Chu Zheng was about to return home when a familiar voice rang in his ears.

Following the sound, on the street not far away, Xiaocai had his hands on his hips, his face full of anger:

Others can sell it, but I can't? I haven't lost any money to you! How can you do business like this?

Chu Zheng looked up and saw that it was a small shop selling charcoal. A large amount of dry firewood and charcoal could be seen in the room.

The shopkeeper looked to be in his fifties, with gray hair, and a look of embarrassment on his face.

At one glance, Chu Zheng had already guessed the whole story. After thinking for a moment, he slowly stepped forward, stretched out his hand, and pulled Xiaocai aside.

He still owed Xiaocai a favor, so he couldn't pretend he didn't see it at this moment.

Chu Zheng? Why are you here?

Seeing Chu Zheng, Xiao Cai was a little surprised, but then an angry look appeared on his face:

You came just in time, I...

Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by Chu Zheng: What did you come here to buy?

The smokeless charcoal in the lady's room ran out. I thought about buying some to replenish it, but I ended up going to several stores. There was obviously a lot of charcoal on the shelves, but they wouldn't sell it to me.

The more he talked, the angrier he became. Xiaocai couldn't help but curse in a low voice: These dogs are really bastards.

Don't worry, you go back first, I will help you find a way.

Chu Zheng comforted Xiao Cai for a long time and signaled her to go back home first.

After Xiaocai left, Chu Zheng returned to the shopkeeper:

Shopkeeper, please bring twenty kilograms of smokeless charcoal.

Are you from the Song family?

Looking at Xiaocai walking away, the charcoal shopkeeper suddenly spoke and asked Chu Zheng.

No. Chu Zheng shook his head.

It's okay if it's not.

The shopkeeper nodded for a while, with some worry in his eyes: Is twenty kilograms enough? Buy more? I'll give you a cheaper price.

That's fine.

Chu Zheng nodded slightly, thoughtfully.

It seems that there are not many people who want to help the Song family, but no one dares to come forward openly.

After returning to the Song Mansion with the charcoal, Chu Zheng returned to his residence and used all the repair times refreshed today on the dragon and tiger body.

[Currently repairable: Part 1 of the General Outline of the Great Zhou Tianqi Movement (0/1000), Part 1 of the Dragon and Tiger Body (15/100)]

Chu Zheng has already roughly read the introductory chapter of Dragon and Tiger Body. Even if he reaches the top level, he will not even be able to reach the next level compared to the master.

However, the follow-up part, the number of times required for repair, is consistent with the introductory part of the general outline of the Great Zhou Tian Qi Movement, and it may be different.

Nowadays, these five repairs are really a drop in the bucket for Chu Zheng.

But now the only thing he can do is to repair as many things as possible, improve his level of repairer, and see if some changes can occur.

The dinner was much smaller than before, with only three steamed buns and a plate of side dishes. Chu Zheng ate some dried meat he bought to fill his stomach.

This is enough to show that the situation of the Song family is deteriorating rapidly.

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The next morning.

After the eighteenth week of the Chu government, he went to the treasury as usual.

Not long after arriving at the treasury, he heard some horrifying news.

Overnight, all the flagpoles on the Luofeng City towers were hung with human heads, dozens of them.

The most important thing is that one of them is a famous master-level figure in the world.