Bizarre Cultivation: Starting from Being Beaten Up by Reality

Chapter 76 Leaving the City

The constables and yamen runners behind Constable Li all took a step back. Such a burly monk had been killed; they had no desire to get involved. Besides, with Constable Li already there, going up would only cause trouble.

Miao Zhuzi had a lot of blood on her body, some of her own and some of the monk's, but she didn't care. She used the blood to smear her red lips and gave Constable Li a charming smile. "Constable Li, I was fighting with my two Buddhist and Taoist brothers and accidentally drew some blood. I hope you will forgive this little lady for a while."

"I don't care about the monks, but you killed the county clerk, how are you going to explain that?"

"Hey, how about I punish myself with three cups?"

Miao Zhuzi's voice was provocative; she had already used her seductive skills.

"Stop joking around. The Wu family invited the most beautiful courtesan from Tianxin Tower to drink with me today. I'm here to take care of your mess! Your ability to split yourself in two is quite interesting. I'll have you help me relieve my pent-up desire later!"

As a martial artist, Officer Li was far less resistant to charms than the two monks. It was a pity that someone like Officer Li, once charmed, wouldn't show any mercy, only making him act more recklessly.

"Hehe, if you've defeated me, this humble woman will naturally be happy to serve you."

Miao Zhuzi stopped talking nonsense. The two figures crossed paths, and the two iron swords attacked like scissors.

Officer Li, wielding a single-edged sword, caught two iron swords in an instant, but something was clearly wrong with his hand.

Damn, this knife is terrible. Officer Li is at a disadvantage when it comes to weapons.

Miao Zhuzi's iron sword was thick and heavy; it was a mystery how she could swing it so nimbly with her slender waist.

Officer Li was going to a banquet today. His precious sword was still in the yamen, and he wasn't wearing his soft armor, but rather a brocade robe with gold trim.

Snapped.

Xiao Duanmu patted the horse's rump, and the horse slowly started to walk. Lin Fan sat on the horse's back, trying his best to maintain his balance.

Xiao Duanmu is right. This is a good horse; it can leave the city on its own. I don't need to control it; I just need to sit on it. This old horse often goes in and out of the city gates to haul goods, so it's very familiar with this trip.

“When Master Lin arrives outside the city, wait until the horse stops moving, then pat its rump, and it will come back on its own.”

Lin Fan stiffly bowed to Xiao Duanmu to express his gratitude, and then said goodbye.

The problem now is how to get out of the city gate. It's not necessary to ride the horse out. We can let the horse attract attention and then try to see if it can break through on its own.

Lin Fan waited until dawn before leaving, and sure enough, there were almost no patrols on the streets. Last night, everyone who could be mobilized had been mobilized, so by daybreak everyone needed to rest for a while, or perhaps the higher-ups hadn't given orders to rest. These yamen runners and militiamen couldn't hold on any longer and started to slack off.

Lin Fan still believed Miao Zhuzi's advice on this matter. After all, if she wanted to be arrested, she wouldn't need to lie to him like this.

Not long after Lin Fan left the academy, he ran into an acquaintance.

Mu Qingfeng, blindfolded, rode his horse and said, "Boss, I didn't see you. You'd better leave."

As she spoke, she parted two fingers slightly to peek at Lin Fan, who was wearing a ghost mask.

"That won't do. I can't get out of the city gate by myself. Qingfeng, you have to help me."

Lin Fan's horse was not under his control, so as he spoke, he automatically moved away from Mu Qingfeng.

Mu Qingfeng gritted her teeth and chased after him, "Forget it, forget it, I might as well quit this damn job. I wonder if Matchmaker Wang has any decent suitors."

Mu Qingfeng blushed slightly at the thought, glancing at Lin Fan, who wore a ghost mask and coarse cloth clothes stained with blood. "Boss, you can't get out like this. Hey, no, why didn't you stop your horse to talk to me?"

Mu Qingfeng had a hard time controlling his speed; if he went too fast, he would overtake Lin Fan, and if he went too slow, he would fall behind. Talking like this was really tiring.

After Lin Fan explained, Mu Qingfeng finally understood that it wasn't Lin Fan riding a horse, but rather the horse was using Lin Fan as cargo to transport him out of the city.

Mu Qingfeng was speechless for a moment, so he jumped off his horse and took the reins of both horses with one hand each. "Boss, I have an idea, but I don't know if you dare to try it."

Wow!

Half of the two magical beads' bodies had disappeared, and the remaining two halves, with smiles on their faces, swayed and fell into the blood-soaked ground.

Officer Li spat. What the hell was this? Was this some kind of magic trick? First, he cut himself in half, then he became two? Could he even stick them back together?

Officer Li will never know the answer; the two pieces of the wondrous pearl on the ground seem unlikely to come back to life.

Officer Li clutched his left shoulder in agony; his entire left arm had been severed by the ghostly Taoist nun. This woman seemed fearless, determined to lose an arm at all costs. Officer Li granted her wish, inflicting fatal wounds on two bodies in the process.

Then, the two halves of the body, which had been conjured by magic, disappeared, and the contents inside—red, yellow, and white—flowed out in a torrent. This is what a person looks like when cut in half—a flat piece.

Regardless of how much Li Butou had previously fantasized about Miaozhuzi's long, white legs and snow-white shoulders, he now only felt disgusted by them.

"Boss, there's one more, that Taoist priest Liu Feng, should we go after him?" The constable next to him asked, forcing himself to speak.

*Slap!* Officer Li slapped the man hard across the face with his remaining hand, sending him flying. “What the hell are you asking? Didn’t the court give you your pay? He fucking killed a court official, I’ll chase him down even if it costs me my life.”

Upon hearing this, the constable quickly mounted his horse and called to his yamen runners, only to see Constable Li walking in the opposite direction. "Boss, aren't you going?"

"Go to hell! I'll break your arm and see if you can still chase after the fugitive. I need to see a doctor now, or I'll be dead."

Snapped!

Lin Fan slapped the militiaman guarding the gate across the face. "Do you know what he did? He fucking killed a high-ranking official! Look at the wound on my face, that's what this bastard did! We've been searching the whole city all night and haven't found a single one. He might have already escaped outside the city. If you linger here and he gets away, you'll be responsible!"

Lin Fan had changed into a constable's uniform and wrapped the wound on his face with a cloth, as if he had just suffered a knife wound.

The militiaman guarding the gate staggered as he was whipped. Hiss, that feeling was familiar. The county magistrate had whipped him in the same way. This man must be someone who was used to being in a superior position.

The militiamen with bamboo spears immediately opened the door and let the two constables out.

Because of the martial arts world, the hierarchical relationships in the Great Qian Dynasty differed from those Lin Fan knew of in ancient times. Constables held a significantly higher status; for example, the top constable in a county, like Constable Li, even held official positions.

The militia were not actually a regular army; like the yamen runners, they were temporary workers. This can be seen from their weapons, spears—their bamboo spears were simply a sharpened bamboo pole without an iron tip. They were only used to deal with civilians and some bandits.

Mu Qingfeng led his horse out of the city gate, then mounted his own, and the two rode away slowly together.