Daliang 640, April 23.
On the north bank of Luohe River, in a forest, the breeze blows and willow leaves flutter.
Behind the willow forest, a two-story wooden building looms.
Chen Mu sat at the window on the second floor, quietly looking at the vast white river with no visible edge.
He held a wooden cup in his hand, which contained a rich brown drink, with a milky aroma with a faint medicinal smell.
This is his special milk tea prepared with Qi-tonifying herbs. It tastes mellow and nutritious.
Chen Mu sat behind the long desk under the window, enjoying the scenery and drinking tea leisurely.
It was already the fifth day after he attacked the White Tiger ship overnight.
That night he abandoned Taohuafang House. The rent was not refunded, so I packed up my things and evacuated overnight.
The wooden house here is entrusted to Jie Jia for leasing. He didn't dare to show his face, for fear of being followed and looking for him again.
"Zuo Sheng is from the Jinghong Gang, right?" Chen Mu thought to himself: "When he showed up at Taohuafang that night, was he also looking for me?"
First it was Lin Que from Baihutang, and then Zuo Sheng.
"Qingfeng San can't be sold." Chen Mu sighed.
He finally found a way to make money, but he was coveted by others.
If it weren't for a coincidence, Zhu Yige took the blame for him, and he was the one who was surrounded and killed by Lin Que's team that night!
Thinking about what happened to Zhu Yige, Chen Mu looked strange.
Not only was his own Huanglong Powder copied, but he was also implicated for no reason to protect Chen Mu from disaster.
"Jie Jia, you have sinned a lot." Chen Mu sighed hypocritically.
…
"The matter should be over for now." Chen Mu thought uncertainly.
Chen Mu has been staying at his new home in Shanglinfang these days, for fear that the Jinghong Gang will cause trouble.
As the largest gang in Nanyang Mansion. All the elite members of Baihu Hall were lost overnight.
Hall leader Lin Que, four helmsmen, and dozens of key members all died. Only a group of minions are left. How could the Jinghong Gang not be angry?
The Jinshui River was in turmoil, and passing ships were inspected and made things difficult.
The prefect of Nanyang Fucheng had to come forward to appease them, and only then did the Jinghong Gang stop.
"There are probably repercussions secretly." Chen Mu thought slightly worriedly.
"Let's just work on improving our proficiency at home." Just continue to stay at home.
"Let's take a look at the harvest this time."
A series of difficult-to-speak incantations were uttered.
Black smoke filled the air, and a black lacquered wooden box half a meter long and forearm high appeared on the table.
He brought it from the White Tiger Hall ship five days ago.
The wooden box came from a well-decorated luxury cabin and most likely belonged to Lin Que's private collection.
I've been busy renting and moving these days, so I haven't had time to check it out carefully.
Opening the wooden box, a stack of banknotes first came into view.
"Thirteen thousand two hundred taels!" Chen Mu took a breath.
He had never seen so many banknotes.
Lingsha Pills and Qingfeng Powder can bring him about three hundred taels of silver every month. He had to save for four years without eating, drinking or spending anything!
"Get rich."
Chen Mu put away the banknotes and continued to turn over them.
Three fist-sized white porcelain vases, a gray stone the size of a pineapple, two account books, and seven house deeds.
Account books are useless.
There are three shops and four residential buildings in the property deed.
"Maybe we can let Jie Jia handle the discount." This old man has many channels and can definitely handle this kind of dirty stuff.
The three fist-sized white porcelain bottles did not dare to be opened rashly, for fear of containing some volatile poison.
Put it into a sealed compartment of the Five Ghost Bag, and control the ghost paper man to open the cork.
The two bottles contained the same thing, a kind of red pills, the size of grapes, ten pills in each bottle, with unknown effects.
The other bottle contained six large brown pills with peanuts, which were also unremarkable.
Chen Mu poured out one pill each and placed it on the table.
Gently fan the air, and a faint medicinal smell comes.
The keen sense of smell given by his pharmaceutical skills allowed him to make rough guesses about the two pills.
"The color red focuses on replenishing qi and blood. Is it a tonic for nourishing the soul?" Chen Mu's eyes lit up.
Raising a soul is difficult. The secret medicine was again controlled by the Liang royal family and aristocratic families.
The people in the Jianghu community were also forced to come up with various methods.
Chen Mu himself used medicine to prepare nutritious milk. There are always capable people who figure out ways to enhance Qi and blood.
"The red pill might be one of them."
"There should be many similar tonics."
Chen Mu immediately decided: "I must collect it if I have the chance."
As long as he finds one or two samples, he can use pharmaceutical techniques to deduce imitations. It can become his spiritual nourishment.
The brown pill is much simpler.
As soon as he smelled it and tasted it carefully, he figured out 70% to 80% of the formula.
But the more he thought about it, the weirder Chen Mu's expression became.
"The ancient version of the blue pill?"
Good guy!
"Lin Que looks mighty and majestic on the outside. I didn't expect that..."
The medicine has a mild effect, strengthens the body and strengthens the body, generates yang energy, and does not harm the body. It is a good thing!
"It's a pity that it can't be used."
"Hmm... sell it to Jie Jia? Yes, sell it to Jie Jia! His hair has turned white, so he will definitely need it!" Chen Mu chuckled and put the medicine bottle away.
Finally, look at the gray stone.
"For Lin Que to put it into the wooden box, it must be some kind of precious ore."
"Put it away and think about it when you have time."
…
On the bank of the Jinshui River, at the Changrui Wharf in Nanyang Prefecture, inside the ship building of the Jinghong Gang's main hall.
Jin Wuduan, the leader of the Jinghong Gang, sat at the head.
There is always a kind smile on a fat face. But the unruly strong men sitting on both sides of the lower head did not dare to breathe.
Jin Wujuan looked like a wealthy businessman, but his strength ranked among the top three in Nanyang Mansion.
It was the existence of this master that allowed the Jinghong Gang to firmly occupy the Jinshui River.
There was a tray on the coffee table next to him, with a short knife inside.
Jin Wu's broken finger rubbed the broken area: "Good swordsmanship."
"Zhu Yige does not admit to killing Lin Que." An old man in his fifties on the left side said respectfully.
"Yeah. Zhu Yige doesn't have such good sword skills." Jin Wujuan nodded.
"Zhu Yige also said that Lin Zhen attacked Zhu Yige's stronghold without any reason. Let us give an explanation." The thin old man continued.
"Ignore him." Jin Wujuan waved his hand indifferently: "I will go to Zhang Qinghe personally and have a good talk."
The expressions of many hall masters suddenly became stern.
Zhang Qinghe is the master of Zhuyi Pavilion in Nanyang Mansion and one of the three masters of Nanyang Mansion.
If the two of them come together, it will probably be a fierce fight!
This dispute will have an immeasurable impact on the Jinghong Gang and Nanyang Mansion.
"Lin did attack Zhu Yi Pavilion without authorization for his own selfish interests. He will bear the blame for his own death." Jin Wuduan smiled.
"But after all, I am the leader of the Jinghong Gang."
"I will help him sort out Zhu Yige's mess."
"In addition, a reward has been issued for providing clues to Lin Que's death, 10,000 taels. For finding the murderer, 20,000 taels. For the head, 50,000 taels."
The smile on Jin Wuduan's face faded and he looked at all the hall leaders one by one: "Go back and straighten the gang rules and restrain your subordinates from misbehaving."
"A big shot will arrive in the near future, so Nanyang Mansion cannot be in chaos!"
"yes!"
All the hall masters bowed and obeyed.
Zuo Sheng was sitting at the end, also clasping his fists in agreement.
Thinking about the high reward just now, my heart couldn't help but move.
Recalling the tragic situation on the Baihutang ship, Zuo Sheng frowned.
Shoot with iron lotus seeds and assassinate with dagger.
He was too familiar with this scene.
This is how Taoist Qianshan of Qingshan County died.
He couldn't help but think of the chance encounter that night.
"Senior brother, you have done such a great thing, but it really puts me in a difficult position."
He wanted a high reward, but he was secretly afraid.
As soon as Lin Que sent someone to keep an eye on him, he was met with an explosive counterattack.
Baihutang was destroyed as soon as it was said to be destroyed. This kind of unscrupulous way of acting made Zuo Shengxin frightened.
"Forget it, it's better not to offend this evil star." Zuo Sheng couldn't help but shake his head: "Instead of doing this, it is better to think about how to benefit from the White Tiger Hall."
He turned to look at the dark-faced strong man opposite who was also sitting at the end.
Zhang Ye, the former leader of the Bailang Gang in Qingshan County and now the leader of the White Tiger Hall, is a lucky man who makes people envious and jealous.
The Baihu Hall is extremely elite, and short men are the generals. Zhang Ye became the leader of the hall in a daze.
Even Lian Zuo Sheng couldn't help but be jealous.
"The other party is also from Qingshan County, and is not strong enough. He is in need of foreign aid. If we can join forces with him at this moment..." Zuo Sheng narrowed his eyes and smiled.
