Yang Lin got off his horse all the way away and approached on foot.
His Qinggong was excellent and his internal energy was deep. He could touch the shadows of the woods without attracting the attention of the people in the temple.
Not far away, I heard a suppressed cry coming from inside.
There were also people talking nonchalantly.
"This girl, my princess is the most gentle and considerate. As long as you don't disobey him, even if I use you to practice kung fu... I will give you some benefits afterwards, and I will also teach you the supreme secrets of Baituo Mountain.
Just like my sister, who originally came from a family of herdsmen in the Western Regions, she was reluctant at first.
However, after I have tasted the benefits, I would not want to be another queen now. "
"Yes, although our young master is a little carefree, he still has some affection for every concubine, and he does not lack food, clothing and flowers on weekdays.
Even if you serve well, your family will also be taken care of, which is better than living in the market all day long. "
"You dozen or so, it's best not to be too sad, otherwise it won't be good if your beauty is ruined.
I remember that two of the sisters who were sent to White Camel Mountain with me were unwilling to die or die. Guess what?
In the end, the young master became angry and took it as a supplement.
, within three days, it was turned into medicinal dregs, lifeless and like a mummy. You don’t want such an ending. "
Several women sang in harmony and were trying to persuade the crying women.
Don't tell me, this is actually somewhat effective.
As he talked, no one dared to cry any more obviously.
I don’t know if I was frightened or moved by the words.
After all, unless you have a strong temperament and are willing to die if you are unable to resist.
In the end, you have to accept your fate. If you don't, you will be treated as a drug scum.
It’s scary to think about.
However, there was a young man's voice next to him, interjecting with regret, "Oh, is this just used as medicine residue? If it were given to our ginseng fairy, no matter how much we harvest it, we would have to live well for half a year." of.
Your dual cultivation skills at Baituoshan are too poor, not even as good as those of the old man Shen Xian.
You see, he is seventy or eighty years old, and his face is still as rosy as if he were in his twenties or thirties. From this, you can see how powerful his dual cultivation technique is..."
"It turns out that in addition to the guy Ouyang Ke from Bai Tuo Mountain who is looking for beautiful women to use as concubines for fun, there is also the old weirdo Liang Ziweng who is looking for young girls to practice the art of immortality..."
Yang Lin was furious when he heard it. He was impatient to listen to the information and walked inside with his sword in hand.
But then he heard a slightly anxious cry: "The number should be enough. The elders said that our affairs must not be exposed. It has attracted too much attention now, so let's go here first."
"Don't worry, no one will suspect you. We will ask the young master to put in a good word with King Zhao. Tell Elder Peng, this matter will be very easy."
"That's good, that's good."
As the voice spoke, he bowed gratefully and left.
"I feel bad." Yang Lin walked to the door, stretched out his hand and pressed it on the door, letting out his inner energy.
The door burst into pieces with a bang, as if it had been struck by a hammer, and collapsed toward the inside.
"who?"
"You're so bold. You dare to follow me. You're really asking for your own death."
Seven or eight screams, mixed with angry and obscene words, were sprayed all over his face.
They thought they were coming again, those young knights who knew nothing about the world.
Yang Lin didn't answer, he just unsheathed his sword and pulled it diagonally.
With one move, Hu Shuang travels thousands of miles, and the sword goes with him. The intention is to go first with the sword.
The first four women in men's clothing, holding bells, long ropes, long swords and short daggers, fell down on the spot without saying a word, blood pouring from their throats.
He listened outside the door for a while and got a rough idea of everyone's location without hurting those poor women.
Drawing the sword at this time is even more merciless.
No matter whether it is a hidden weapon or a sword, it cannot touch his figure at all.
After he walked around the main hall of the temple, he basically killed them all.
There were two other lamas who took advantage of Yang Lin's attack and stepped forward with weapons raised, but Yang Lin killed them casually.
Apart from twelve slightly younger women in shabby clothes, there were only two stunned young men with patched clothes.
"Please forgive me, Grandpa of the Quanzhen Sect, we just came here to beg for food and have no idea what is going on here."
A clever little young man knelt down with a plop and kept begging for mercy.
He had good eyesight, and he could see Yang Lin's attack methods, which were Quanzhen swordsmanship.
The other one also followed suit and kowtowed vigorously.
There is one advantage to having good eyesight and being able to see the situation quickly, that is, they never provoke the strong, especially these two people who are beggars and they understand the principle that if you can't beat someone, you have to be a grandson.
“He is from the Beggar Clan and is still a disciple of Sibao, so his status is not low.
Looking at your bright clothes with just a few patches, you must be from the Pure Clothes Sect.
Where were you talking about before? It was your elder Peng who arranged the matter of helping these people kidnap the women. You want to get into the King of Jin's palace, right? "
"No, we didn't say that."
The two looked at each other, both feeling that disaster was imminent.
Without thinking, he rolled over, got up and ran.
"Can you run?"
Yang Lin didn't even look back, and swept across with his sword.
The sword light swept across the knees of the two of them as if practiced.
Bang...
The two of them covered the broken parts of their legs, fell to the ground, and kept wailing.
Yang Lin grabbed the skinny and short young man and asked in a cold voice: "Tell me, where is your elder? How to find him?"
"I...I don't know."
The young man struggled to speak, his eyes full of fear. Even the pain of a broken leg did not make him betray.
Maybe they don’t dare to face the gang rules.
"I don't know anything, so why are you left here?"
Yang Lin shook his head, and with a little force of his fingers, he broke his throat.
puff……
A stench appeared.
Yang Lin turned around and saw that another beggar from the Pure Clothes Sect, who was slightly fat, had his pants completely wet and was leaking feces and urine.
Seeing Yang Lin's attention on him, the man immediately collapsed, "Ah... don't kill me, don't kill me. At this time every day, Elder Peng would drink afternoon tea in the Crescent Building and listen to help. Some news from the Central Beijing West Branch."
"You answered so readily, but then you are of no use."
Yang Lin's sword flashed and cut off his throat.
If you dare to help the Jin Kingdom and help Ouyang Ke and Liang Ziweng to rob women, you must die.
The most important thing is that these two people are so disgusting that they become incontinent at every turn, which simply challenges the limit of the human body's sense of smell.
Yang Lin felt that it was necessary for him not to let such people stay in the world and waste food.
"Crescent Building? The name is quite nice. It must be an elegant place. A beggar leader actually enjoys working in such a place."
After killing these people, the captive women were obviously frightened and began to cry again.
"Who is Xiaocui? Your mother, Aunt Hua, was so anxious that she jumped into the river earlier."
Yang Lin looked around and found that these girls were generally pretty.
It seems that these concubines of Ouyang Ke in Baituo Mountain are not just for everyone, but they still have to look at whether the woman is good-looking or not.
They know the taste of the young master of Baituo Mountain very well, and they only pick out the juicy ones.
"What happened to my mother?"
A frail fifteen-year-old woman who was crying with fear suddenly raised her head after hearing Yang Lin's words, her big eyes full of fear.
"It's okay. When she jumped into the river, I happened to pass by and rescued her.
However, your parents and relatives at home must be extremely anxious.
One by one, please report your name and address. I will have someone take you home later. "
"Thank you so much, my benefactor."
Xiaocui knocked her head to the ground, crying and laughing at the same time.
When I saw Yang Lin come in before, he just started killing people without saying a word, just like a devil.
Instead of feeling joy at being rescued, they were frightened.
After Yang Lin's explanation, he finally put aside his doubts, stepped over the corpses with a hint of fear, and walked outside the temple.
After just waiting for more than ten breaths, five or six tough-looking men in shorts came forward.
"Master, what should we do now?" Lao Xiao bowed forward with a worried look on his face.
"Sending them home and spreading the news in Zhangjiakou, killing people and saving others, was done by Taihu Lu Guanying, a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect.
Let the people of Baituo Mountain, Changbai Mountain, and the Beggar Clan have their wrongdoers and their debtors, and don't find the wrong target for revenge. "
"Yes, the boss, but in this way, won't there be too many enemies?"
"It doesn't matter, chickens and dogs, no matter how many come, don't be afraid.
Also, when you are out and about, don’t call me the boss... People who don’t know may think that I am a bandit from which mountain or river. It doesn’t sound good, so call me young master. "
"Okay, Mr. Lu." Lao Xiao suppressed his smile and followed the good example.
I thought to myself, aren’t you a bandit from Taihu Lake?
Anyway, over the years, I have gotten used to being called the Taihu Bandits.
Unexpectedly, my son now went to the Quanzhen Sect and gained a reputation.
It’s normal to think about it.
Now that he is a young knight from a famous family, even if he doesn't think about himself, he still has to think about his master's family.
If everyone in the world knew that the Quanzhen Sect's disciples were people who gathered together to rob families and homes, then their reputation would be truly tarnished.
…
Xinyue Building in Zhangjiakou is easy to find.
There are only a few high-end restaurants and teahouses in total. Just ask any passerby and you will know.
Moreover, when Yang Lin entered the city again, his behavior of rescuing a weak woman by himself had been completely spread.
From rescuing people by the river to chasing the murderer alone.
However, less than two hours had passed and the sky had not yet completely darkened. The dozen or so girls who had been kidnapped had already been sent home.
It's okay now.
The pedestrians on the street exploded on the spot.
In recent days, the case of the missing girl has caused quite a stir.
Everyone knows that there are high-level connections and a huge shady story.
Occasionally, a few knights who dared to intervene died miserably.
This scared everyone.
They are not afraid of encountering horrible things. What they are most afraid of is that they know that fear is coming, but they still have no way to hide or escape, and they can only bear it forever.
Several families were so deeply affected by the disappearance of their daughters that they relapsed and died.
This incident added a touch of sadness.
What now.
Some people say that Aunt Hua is good at jumping into the river...
If she hadn't been so desperate that she jumped on the Lishui Bridge, she might not have caught the attention of that young hero Lu, and she wouldn't have known that such a tragic thing was happening in Zhangjiakou.
Not to mention killing all the thieves and rescuing all the girls so quickly.
So, when Yang Lin entered the city again and walked to the door of Crescent Tower.
Behind him, a large number of pedestrians had gathered.
Some of them respected and admired Yang Lin's actions.
Some people are curious about his power.
Of course, there are also some idle people who want to see when he gets unlucky.
If you offend the powerful and powerful, you want to pretend that nothing happened.
It's not easy either.
"This young master, are you drinking tea?"
Yang Lin walked to the door, and a waiter came up to him fearfully.
"Find someone."
Yang Lin ignored the store clerk's obstruction and walked straight to the second floor.
Looking at the middle of this floor, at the top of the rectangular table, was the middle-aged man in foreign service uniform with a rich and rosy face.
He glanced at the nine small pure white patches on the lower left side of his chest and said with a smile: "These nine pockets are quite beautiful. Those who know will think you are the Nine Pockets Elder of the Beggar Clan. Those who don't know, still I thought Elder Peng, you were embroidering pear blossoms on the brocade..."
"Who is it? Store owner, store owner, what did you do, let the idle people come out to cause trouble? Is this how you treat your customers?"
The wealthy middle-aged man did not answer at all. He glanced at Yang Lin with squinted eyes and angrily scolded the store owner.
He hasn't figured out the situation yet.
"Stop barking."
Yang Lin's eyes turned cold, and he ignored the group of clean-clothed beggars who were either angry or anxious surrounding the fat middle-aged men, and just stared at Elder Peng.
Looking at his reaction, you knew that you had not mistaken the person.
"For Gang Leader Hong's sake, you can kill yourself. I won't expose your scandal in front of so many people."
"It's unreasonable. A yellow-tongued kid really dares to slander others. How can I be scandalous? Take it down for me."
After speaking, he waved his right hand, and four or five beggars rushed towards him.
Of course, Elder Peng was not idle either. A thirteen-section bamboo stick in his hand, breaking the wind like a cone, suddenly hit Yang Lin's throat.
At the same time, his eyes glowed with yellow-orange light, making people feel a little uneasy just by looking at them.
As soon as Yang Lin's eyes touched Elder Peng's eyes, he understood what kind of technique the other party was using.
Ecstasy, or hypnosis, can affect other people's minds, making them sleepy or distracted...
As long as one is not careful, he will be hit and die from the next attack.
Moreover, Yang Lin also discovered that Elder Peng's internal strength cultivation and staff attack skills were not weak at all.
Compared with the Quanzhen Seventh Son, he is not weak at all. He is worthy of being one of the four chief elders under Hong Qigong.
The person who carries the cauldron of the Jingyi Sect.
"I will never give up until I reach the Yellow River..."
Yang Lin snorted coldly, suddenly raised his left palm and struck it in front of him.
The huge internal force and strong muscles and bones roared together.
Five disciples with five or six bags were hit by the huge palm power of this ice-walking palm, and they were all stunned in the air.
There was a loud bang on the bones of the body, blood spurted wildly, and he fell out of the building.
With a crashing sound, he fell in front of the building, breaking his bones and tendons.
Elder Peng's expression changed drastically, and his figure was shaking in the wind of his palm. His feet sank together, and he was about to jump upside down and walk away through the window.
There was no anger in his eyes now, and all that was left was fear.
'The Quanzhen Sect's palm skills and sword skills...how could such a powerful person appear? Looking at this palm technique, it is not much worse than the palm power of the old gang leader Hong. '
Since he is determined to climb up to the Golden King's palace, he is certainly not a tough-necked person.
When you see a strong opponent, turn around and run away. This is a basic operation.
Just as his body rose into the air, a sword like a stream of light had already pierced his throat.
Yang Lin moved a boat with a leaf, drew his sword silently, put him on the sword, struggled for a while, and died.
I remember back then, during the Quanzhen Sect's sword competition, even Changchun Ziqiu Chuji couldn't block the sword, and Yang Lin pointed it directly at his throat.
Elder Peng's cultivation strength is a little worse than Qiu Chuji's, and he is on par with Wang Chuyi.
At this time, I didn't even see the sword light clearly. I just snorted a few more times and it was completely settled.
The other beggars had no fighting spirit at all. They shouted in fright and immediately ran away.
Yang Lin didn't chase him either.
He knew that the ones who had heard Elder Peng's order to attack him were his cronies.
For the rest, even if one or two fish slip through the net, we can't take care of them.
Because some of Elder Peng's thoughts are still hidden in the darkness.
Only a few people know about his behavior of clinging to the golden man.
Hong Qigong was famous for his martial arts skills and high prestige.
Under his leadership... these beggars are not all bad guys, there are still some who are heroic and courageous.
Some people also did a lot of good things.
Yang Lin was a little reluctant to kill him without making any judgment.
…
Killed some monsters in Baituo Mountain and Changbai Mountain, and eliminated a big cancer among the Beggar Clan.
Yang Lin had a clear conscience, silently checked his harvest, and sighed.
Elder Peng gained a lot here, a full 100 points, because he killed them on the spot, and all of them were accounted for.
However, in the tantric temple, those concubines of the White Camel Mountain who were killed in disguise as men did not get a penny.
Including these four-bag and five-bag disciples, there are no more.
It may be that the strength of these people is too low, even the third generation disciples of Quanzhen are far inferior, only five or six are worth one person.
At this time, Yang Lin's cultivation level has increased again. After restoring the Jingyuan Martial Arts in the middle stage of Huajin, the perfect increase in internal energy has become very terrifying.
There is no point in hunting these miscellaneous fish at this time.
After dealing with the emergency in Zhangjiakou, Yang Lin was preparing to have a big meal, find a place to rest, and go to Zhongdu early tomorrow morning.
I saw a strong middle-aged man with a turban on his forehead hurried over.
"Old Xiao, what's wrong? Is there any follow-up to the matter? Could it be that other elders of the Beggar Clan have arrived and want to avenge Elder Peng?
Or is Gang Leader Hong here? "
"That's not true, it's Taoist Priest Yuyangzi...Zhongdu quickly sent a message, saying that our spies saw that Taoist Priest Wang had been poisoned and was in critical condition after he came out of Prince Zhao's Mansion in the Kingdom of Jin.
Moreover, all the detoxification drugs on the market have been taken away by Prince Zhao's Mansion. This is to force the Taoist Master to death. "
"How brave!"
Yang Lin suddenly stood up.
