Chapter 3 Black Tiger Blade Technique (above)

　　"A hallucination? Not an illusion?" 　　Lu Sheng narrowed his eyes and mentally suppressed the thought. 　　"It's fine." He straightened his back and calmly answered. 　　"Gongzi ...... Lord Xu, they are such good people, such good officials, how could ...... they be?" 　　Xiao Qiao tearful eyes, to start crying again. 　　Lu Sheng looked at the Xu family's corpses all over the ground in silence. 　　The corpses were all greenish gray and had a strangulation mark on their necks. 　　The governor looked at them for a few moments and then left in a hurry. He left the matter solely in the hands of the Chief Constable of the Criminal Court who was in charge of the case. 　　The rest of the government officials who were also in charge of investigating the case were also discussing the case on the side with the Chief Constable. 　　"Gongzi, the master wants you to go over and down." A servant ran over and whispered to Lu Sheng. 　　As he spoke, he also looked at the corpse of the Xu family on the ground rather regretfully. 　　"I'll go right away." Lu Sheng looked at this servant. "You're not afraid?" 　　"Afraid." This servant was only eighteen or nineteen years old, but his temperament and demeanor bore a maturity that did not match his age. 　　"But little one, I fled from the Ju Rong Country in the east. There is now a famine there, corpses are everywhere, and even many people are eating their children easily, so I have seen many such tragic situations ...... alas ......" 　　He sighed, then immediately realized that the other party was not his usual chatting friend, and hurriedly lowered his head. 　　"Seen a lot? Is there a lot of this kind of similar thing in the Ju Rong Country to the east?" 　　Lu Sheng casually asked. 　　The servant fell silent. 　　"Quite a few." 　　Lu Sheng's heart tightened. 　　However, his feet did not stop, and he quickly walked to his old father in this life, Lu Fang. 　　Lu Fang, the character Quan An, was known as Jin Yuan Weng. 　　Lu Quan An's money was also famous in the entire Jiu Lian City. The fact that the marriage between the Lu family and the Xu family was about to be formed had also long been rumored throughout the city, and even people from Zihua City, which was close to the west, had come to send congratulatory gifts. 　　Such a boisterous event has now turned out to be like this. 　　Lu Quanan's face was very ugly at this time, and his eyes were thick with fatigue and worry. 　　"You kindly talk to Sheriff Zhao about yesterday's situation." 　　He stepped aside and gave position to a bearded man who approached from the side. 　　Lu Sheng's mind kept echoing the words he heard Xu Daoran say yesterday, and he felt that the case of the water ghost must be connected to the death of the Xu family. 　　At that moment, he told everything about what he and Xu Daoran had talked about yesterday. 　　There was nothing to hide. 　　Chief Constable Zhao's brows were furrowed, and he couldn't see any clues. 　　Lu Sheng saw that there was nothing to ask, so he also took his leave. 　　Before leaving, the people from the court started to collect the body. 　　Lu Sheng stood at the side and watched for a while, and when he saw Xu Daoran being lifted directly onto the rack, he sighed, approached a little closer to find a constable, and asked. 　　"This brother, are there any remnants of the Xu family left?" 　　He thought in his heart, if there are still survivors alive in the Xu family, he will take care of them on his behalf, and maybe he can get something useful from the other party's mouth. 　　"It's ...... all over, even the family of the foreign relatives are implicated. Maybe there are still a few distant relatives on the side of Zi Hua City." 　　This constable shook his head and whispered. 　　Lu Sheng quietly stuffed a dime of broken silver to him, himself with a small and also followed the family, together on the carriage. 　　The carriages went home one after another. 　　But the tragic situation of the Xu family was still in everyone's mind. 　　As the head of the family, Lu Fang Lu Quan'an called a family meeting and announced that the betrothal with the Xu family had been called off. He asked the women to comfort Yi Yi, and then went back to his room to rest. 　　The younger members of the family went out in droves, either to the city's wine shops, or to greenhouses, or music houses. This is how they tend to anesthetize themselves when they are frightened. 　　The women's families, on the other hand, went out in droves to the nearby Red Lotus Temple to worship the Buddha and pray for peace and blessings. 　　It would be best to ask for a spiritual talisman from the Red Lotus Taoist Master to protect the family from external evils. 　　The entire Lu family was in a state of panic. 　　Lu Sheng did not go out to fool around. 　　He took Xiaoqiao and went all the way to the large study where the family hid books. 　　The study was quiet. 　　He pushed the door to enter, there was a chubby woman inside cleaning and wiping the bookshelves. 　　The vermillion colored bookshelves, the furniture, and the dim light from the window reflected the place a bit gloomy. 　　Lu Sheng entered, walked around the round flower and bird picture wooden screen blocking the doorway, and smelled the faint wood aroma in the study. 　　"You guys go out first, I'll take a break from reading by myself." 　　He commanded. 　　"Yes." 　　Xiao Qiao obediently answered, then took the fat woman who was cleaning with her out the door. 　　Lu Sheng stood alone in the study, looking at the rows and rows of bookshelves in front of him and sighed slightly. 　　He began to look on one bookshelf after another. 　　Soon, he found the local county records and other record books. 　　Then moving all of these booklets out, he began to look through them one by one. 　　Borrowing the dim light from the window, he soon finished flipping through one booklet completely. 　　"In the 72nd year of the Great Song Dynasty, a man appeared on the outskirts of Jiu Lian City, killing twelve people in a row with a knife in his madness, and was killed by a group of arrests surrounded by the government offices." 　　"In the eighty-fifth year of the Great Song Dynasty, in the downtown area of JiuLian City, there was a man in the street, his head suddenly left his body, the cause of death is unknown." 　　"In the ninety-first year of the Great Song Dynasty, a traveler disappeared from a broken temple outside the city, after the number reached fifteen, the case remains unsolved." 　　"In the ninety-fifth year of the Great Song Dynasty, the owner of the JiuLian City Music Workshop disappeared. The four limbs were found in four different places outside the city. After only four days of death, the body had already decayed into white bones." 　　"In the 116th year of the Great Song Dynasty, the sound of a child crying at night outside the city, all those who went to investigate disappeared. The cries lasted for three days and then disappeared on their own." 　　...... 　　Looking at one big and small case event record. 　　The more Lu Sheng looked at it, the more alarmed he became, and the more he felt unsettled. 　　Such a world, such a world that could simply be described as a step-by-step crisis, it was really not easy for the people here not to break down and go crazy, and still be able to live well. 　　He opened another booklet. 　　This one was even more exaggerated than the previous one. 　　"In the ninth year of the first year of the Great Song Dynasty, there were nine consecutive blizzards, and somewhere it was rumored that the Dragon King had manifested his spirit and that the snow would stop within three days. Three days later, the blizzard that stretched for dozens of days stopped abruptly." 　　"In the 128th year of the Great Song Dynasty, a mist appeared on the main road leading to Zihua City, and those who entered the road lost their direction, and inexplicably appeared on the shore of a white ice ocean dozens of miles away. After ten days, the mists disappeared." 　　Seeing this, Lu Sheng was almost able to confirm that this world was not as simple as he thought, and that demons and devils, I'm afraid, might actually be there. 　　At least with the class he was in now, he couldn't see that this world had spells that could affect the weather in any case. 　　He moved his chair, picked up a flint, and lit the candlestick on the table. 　　The bright yellow candlelight reflected his face in a cloudy light. 　　"If this world is, indeed, as dangerous as I suspect, then what do I need to self-protect? What can I use to protect myself?" 　　He asked himself this. 　　After thinking at the table for a while. 　　Lu Sheng slowly got up, blew out the candlestick, and returned all the books on the table, one by one, to their original places. 　　Then he pushed the door out. 　　"Your Excellency, have you finished reading?" 　　Xiao Qiao was standing against the doorway dozing off, startled by Lu Sheng suddenly going out, but still quickly reacted. 　　"En, where is Uncle Zhao now? Do you know?" 　　Lu Sheng casually asked. 　　There were many people surnamed Zhao and older in the Lu Mansion, but there was only one person who could truly be called Uncle Zhao by everyone. 　　That was the Lu Family's number one expert and most powerful martial artist, Zhao Dahu, whom Lu Fang called Uncle Zhao. 　　"Eh ...... Uncle Zhao is usually at the martial arts field at this time of the day hammering his muscles and training the household servants." Xiao Qiao had a good relationship with the other handymen and was fairly well informed. 　　"Let's go find him." 　　Lu Sheng thought carefully for quite some time, and knew that Uncle Zhao should be the easiest for him to reach and possibly gain the key to self-preservation. 　　Following the path of the mansion, Lu Sheng quickly passed through two pieces of sleeping quarters and arrived at the large rear of the mansion. 　　On a large schoolyard, an old man with white hair was leading a dozen or so household servants to practice their fists and kicks. 　　The early morning sunlight poured down, gradually diluting the tragic events heard in the morning. 　　Martial Artist Zhao Dahu was dressed in a strong short suit, black top and gray pants, and carried a thick-backed large sword on his back that never left his body. 　　Lu Sheng just waited on the side to watch. 　　Over there, Zhao Dahu had trained the family guards for a while, and then let them combine two by two to practice on their own. 　　He himself came towards Lu Sheng's side. He had also seen Lu Sheng a long time ago. 　　"Grand Duke, why are you free to come to the schoolyard today? Is there something the old man needs help with?" 　　Zhao Dahu's status in the mansion was similar to that of the old master. 　　The rest of them had a few martial arts masters, all of whom were also not low in status, and compared to them, the dukes and young ladies, they were mostly communicating as equals. 　　Lu Sheng looked at the household servants who were still practicing their fists and kicks not far away. 　　"Uncle Zhao, I want to practice martial arts." 　　When he said this, the smile on Zhao Dahu's face paused for a moment. 　　"Brother Sheng'er, you didn't come to joke with the old man?" 　　"I'm not joking." Lu Sheng shook his head. 　　He had thought about it for quite some time, and now the only place where he could most easily acquire the power of self-preservation was to first look for his own family's martial arts master at home to learn martial arts. 　　The family's martial arts master, Zhao Dahu, Uncle Zhao, had a sword technique that only a few people in the entire Jiu Lian City could suppress. 　　Zhao Dahu took a serious look at Lu Sheng and shook his head. 　　"Brother Sheng if you really want to learn martial arts, the old man this skill, it is not impossible to pass on to you. It s just ...... that you are too old now, your bones are set, and many movements are simply not practiced in place. This skill movement is not practiced in place, the power will be greatly reduced ......" 　　"It's fine. Uncle Zhao just feel free to teach me." 　　Lu Sheng did not only want to find some self-protection power, he also wanted to imprint an experiment on one thing. 　　Zhao Dahu pondered for a while. 　　It also agreed with alacrity. 　　"It's fine, I have no heir, I've stayed in the Lu family for so many years, it's quite nourishing, and the old master has treated us well. According to reason and rules, if you learn from me, you have to perform the rite of worship. But with my relationship with the Lu family, I don't think I'll do it. As long as you don't spread it out, it's fine." 　　Zhao Dahu waved his hand. 　　Lu Sheng as the Grand Duke, sooner or later in the future, he was going to take over all the business properties of the Lu Family. 　　He also had the idea in his heart to draw a good relationship with him. 　　"However, Brother Sheng, there is something I need to make clear to you first." 　　"You say." Lu Sheng said seriously. 　　Zhao Dahu stroked the beard on his chin and said in a deep voice. 　　"I know that you were stimulated because of the tragic case of the Xu family in the morning and want to learn martial arts to protect yourself. But let me tell you clearly, even the strongest jianghu experts can't deal with those strange and bizarre things." 　　"...... I understand ......" 　　Lu Sheng nodded his head. 　　"I'm just, not solid in my heart, just do what you can." 　　"It's good that Brother Sheng understands." Zhao Dahu thought for a moment and fished out a small booklet from his bosom, which was wrapped in layers of yellow cloth. 　　He carefully opened it slowly, revealing the innermost booklet. 　　A few large words were written on the surface of the booklet. 　　"Black Tiger Blade Technique."