Fangshui Street, Lin's Villa.
Lin Mo walked to the front yard. For some reason, as he walked in the yard, he felt an unprecedented tranquility in his heart. He was completely free of the anxiety of the previous period. He was even in the mood to appreciate the precious flowers and pavilions around him. Rockery and flowing water.
Somewhat like when I was studying in my previous life, I finished my homework in advance during the holidays and could play freely without feeling any worries.
'People are eager for stability and security, but compared to previous lives, money can give people a sufficient sense of certainty and control. In this world, only power can make people feel at ease. '
After a little thought, he summarized his current mental state.
Walking in the corridor, my keen five senses can sense the light or heavy breathing in every corner of the courtyard.
Although most of them are very rhythmic and can feel their professionalism, if you close your eyes and listen, you can still distinguish some confusion.
It was uneasiness and confusion about the uncertain future.
'In troubled times, people are like ants and lives are like grass. Who would have thought that not long ago, even in Linyu County, he was known as the dragon crossing the river, and the famous Lin Yilin family in the 800-mile Yuchuan River would reach this point. ?
What's even more frightening is that unlike water polo, no matter how big the failure is, as long as you have confidence and perseverance, you can start over. After all, no matter what, as long as you are still alive, failure means death and nothing. '
Lin Mo's mind was slightly touched, but he became more determined in an instant.
With the talent beads, he is much stronger than the millions of people under the sky, and he is even qualified to climb to the top of the world.
He didn't die when he was at his lowest, and now that he's reached this point, no one can make him fail.
He straightened his clothes, walked steadily towards the front yard with firm steps.
When we arrived at the front yard, there were many tribesmen exercising on the martial arts field.
With nothing to do, he could only rely on continuous martial arts practice to relieve the pressure in his heart.
Lin Mo had just entered the martial arts arena. Due to his change in body shape, he naturally attracted a lot of curious eyes, but after all, his facial features were there and he could tell who he was.
Due to his majesty, he did not dare to ask, so he could only secretly speculate on what changes had taken place. When he felt the heavier aura on Lin Mo's body, his eyes became more awe-inspiring, and he stopped his movements respectfully and looked at Lin Mo.
"Isn't the chief steward back yet?"
Lin Mo glanced around and asked a man in his twenties with handsome features and thin lips.
His name was Lin Kun, and he was related to Lin Mo several generations ago. The year before last, he came to work on Fangshui Street after his coming-of-age ceremony.
Because of his age, he is not so stable, but because of this, after following Lin Mo out to deal with several incidents, he admires Lin Mo very much, and even feels a bit like fanaticism.
"You haven't come back yet. Is there anything wrong, Third Master?" Lin Kun was stunned for a moment, clapped his hands, took two steps closer, and asked respectfully.
Lin Mo took a deep breath and glanced at the sky outside. The north wind was howling, and there was less snow. There were only scattered snowflakes, but the temperature was a little lower.
He thought for a moment and said, "Kunzi, go and call everyone in the house, count the number of people, and then simply pack up your things."
Indecisiveness leads to disaster.
Unlike when he was in Ningyang, he was indecisive and hesitated before doing anything, but now he has the ability and strength to decide the situation arbitrarily.
"good!"
Lin Kun didn't ask the reason, he just cupped his fists and responded, then turned around, called a few more people, and dispersed into the courtyard.
The whole Beppu suddenly started to move.
After tea time, dozens more people appeared in the martial arts arena.
Those who can stay in the Beppu stronghold now are all members of the Lin clan and the sons and daughters of the family who have served for several generations. They are all members of the family. They are gathered in the courtyard at this time, whispering, with more or less expressions on their faces. A sense of impatience and depression.
After all, there were more and more rumors outside the city, and even the servants who went out to buy groceries could feel the solemn atmosphere.
"Manager Lin, what's your order for calling us here?" Seeing that the people were about to arrive, a middle-aged man in his thirties stepped forward and asked in a low voice in the crowd.
His name is Lin Fang. In fact, according to logic and seniority, he should be one generation higher than Lin Mo, and can be called an uncle. But it is just for gatherings in the clan. When he goes out to do things, he will naturally not rely on his elders and cause trouble. It’s hard for people to do.
In fact, it has long been a well-established tradition among the Lin family that when working outside the office and serving in court, they are only referred to their positions and not according to seniority, in order to prevent complex seniority relationships from affecting the handling of interest matters.
After all, most of the people in the clan are related to each other, so how can we manage this?
On the field, as soon as he finished speaking, most people in the field focused their attention on Lin Mo.
"No matter how the Lingyuan incident is handled, the city is not very safe now. Instead of staying in a cage in this city and being attacked from both sides if you are not careful, it is better to go back to the mansion and wait and see what happens."
Lin Mo naturally had no stage fright and said calmly.
"Do you mean to break out of the encirclement first? But many spies have been placed outside the house to monitor us. It's probably not an easy task to leave Lin Yucheng unharmed."
Lin Junyang on the side spoke first and replied seriously.
He didn't know what Lin Mo's plan was, but he was afraid that he would just make a decision with a snap of his head, so he reminded him secretly.
Lin Mo looked at Lin Junyang's words thoughtfully and continued slowly:
"First send someone to plan the assault route and the direction of the outside eyes. If there is really a strong enemy to block it, I will take care of everything."
His tone was calm, calm, and convincing.
"You have a breakthrough?"
Lin Junyang asked softly, with burning eyes and a low voice, just enough for most people in the audience to hear.
"A small breakthrough."
Lin Mo nodded and did not hide anything, which made everyone look happy and the depression on their faces was relieved a lot.
"Go and pack your things now. Mainly bring gold tickets, precious medicinal materials and treasures. Don't use the rest. In addition, Uncle Fang will take two people to visit the spot outside and gather in half an hour."
Seeing that his morale had improved slightly, he nodded with satisfaction and smiled.
"What about the Chief Steward and Steward Hao?"
Just when the crowd was about to disperse, a young man suddenly asked.
He is a follower of Lin Junhao and one of the managers of Lingtian.
"Manager Hao? Isn't he at home? Didn't you say you should calm down during this period? Please calm down?"
Lin Mo was stunned and asked. He glanced at the crowd and found that no one was there. He suddenly felt a little irritable.
"He went out in the morning, and someone delivered a letter to the house. After reading the letter, the person left. He said he was going to a meeting. The meeting person went there, and he couldn't stop him."
Lin Junyang on the side explained in a low voice.
"Forget it, go clean them all up first!"
Lin Mo's face looked very ugly.
.............
Ye's mansion.
Lin Yuanjun was sitting in Ye's living room. Next to him, the fine heavy rain leaf tea grown in Lingtian was steaming. The tea had a pleasant fragrance, but he had no intention of tasting it.
In the guest room on the side.
"He's still waiting."
The speaker was a woman with willowy eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes. She was graceful and graceful. She was wearing a mature and gorgeous dress. Her skin was as white and tender as jade, but she looked like a girl in her early twenties.
Opposite it stands a middle-aged man in white shirt, standing by the window.
The man's appearance is extremely handsome, his facial features are as delicate as sculptures, and his eyes seem to hide the deep autumn water.
"Master, I don't think we should care about this matter. Now the life and death of the Lin family's old man over at Luojia Mountain are almost certain. The superiors have made up their minds to attack the Lin family. We can obviously have no position and sit firmly on the fish platform. This I'm afraid that if I intervene like this, I'm afraid it will go against the general trend."
The woman hesitated for a moment and then continued softly.
The man was silent for a while, then turned to look at the woman in front of him, tilting his head slightly:
"Didn't you already make your position clear?"
After saying that, he chuckled lightly, straightened his clothes, and his face became solemn:
"If he didn't come to my Ye's house, it would be fine if I didn't know about it, but when he steps into the Ye's house, how can I pretend not to see him?
In other words, I, Master Ye, can't even protect my brother-in-law? "
After saying that, he walked out the door, stepped to the threshold, paused,
"Go and inquire about Hao'er, and tell Zhou Daowei by the way. The rest of the Lin family has nothing to do with them. Lin Junhao and Lin Yuanjun are protected by me, Mr. Ye."
.........
In the living room.
Lin Yuanjun was waiting anxiously.
In the past few days, he also tried to find a few friends who he knew well enough to drink and eat meat to get information, but often they were either obsessed with cultivation and would not see them behind closed doors, or they were traveling and not at home.
It was as if everyone had deserted all of a sudden. Ye's family was already the last one, and he would not come to ask questions if there was any other possibility.
At this time, footsteps suddenly came from outside the door, and a middle-aged man in a white shirt walked in.
"Brother Ye."
Seeing the person coming, Lin Yuanjun immediately stood up and went to greet him.
"You and I haven't seen each other for many years." Master Ye nodded, his face softened slightly, and he looked at Lin Yuanjun.
"The last time we met was when Jun Fu's niece went to Qianshan Sect three years ago." Lin Yuanjun replied, "And this time we came..."
He thought for a moment and told the whole truth, including the matter of the Snake Gang's gambling stalls. As he spoke, he observed Master Ye's expression.
Master Ye was silent after hearing this, "I don't know anything about the Snake Gang's gambling stalls. I have already punished the person involved, so that's the end of it. Don't be anxious. You can rest well in Ye's during this period, and wait." When the storm subsides, I will send someone to send you away."
Lin Yuanjun was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "There is such a big stall on Fangshui Street, how can I rest?"
After saying that, he walked out of the house, "I've bothered Brother Ye this time. If I still have a chance, I'll have a good drink and make amends."
But just after taking a few steps, I suddenly saw fallen leaves flying in front of me like withered butterflies, and a biting chill rose from my back.
Treading, footsteps came from behind.
In the blink of an eye, a white figure appeared in front of him.
His eyelids became heavier and heavier, and his consciousness gradually blurred.
"Carry him down and take good care of him. Besides..."
The voice paused,
"Send a message to Lin Yixiang."
"yes!"
.........
At this time, outside Lin's villa on Fangshui Street.
The surrounding streets are still lively, with hawkers hawking, jugglers, and vehicles passing by, everything is as usual.
However, those who have been begging for a living on the streets for a long time will be surprised to find that the artist who performs the chest-breaking boulders has actually changed people. The boulders used seem to be real rocks without any tofu; the hawker has been replaced by five big and three thick ones. , a muscular man; the vehicles passing by are constantly patrolling nearby...
On a teahouse in the distance, at a table by the window, there are two burly military men, one of whom is covered in brass, with a bald head like a novice monk, and a scar on his head.
The other person is a middle-aged man wearing a Taoist robe. There are brown marks on the man's eyebrows, and there are circles of white bandages on his two exposed arms. A pair of red phoenix eyes are always looking in the direction of Lin Mansion.
"Is the junior Lin who killed Hu Bing still in the house?" the middle-aged man asked in a low voice.
"Yes, except for Lin Yuanjun, who is missing, everyone else is here." The bald man responded, "He is very strong. Although he is only in the physical state, he is very powerful. Remember not to take it lightly later. You must know that Zhong Tian was It was easily defeated.”
The killed Hu Bing was the middle-aged Taoist's nephew, but because the two uncles and nephews looked very similar, the Taoist regarded him as his own.
Now that Hu Bing died tragically on the street, he was afraid that the Taoist would be carried away by his anger and hinder important things, so he reminded him.
"Don't worry, it's just a junior with a little bit of talent and a little bit more strength. I will make arrangements for him.
As for the Zhong family boy, in the hands of you and me, it’s not just a matter of one or two blows? What's there to worry about? "
The light brown mark on the Taoist's eyebrows became darker and darker, he said softly.
Anger will not make him lose his mind, but will make him stronger. In front of him who is so powerful, Lin Mo cannot make trouble.
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