Yang Lin drove faster and faster, and when he arrived at Zhongdu City, it was just getting dark.
It is indeed known as the most prosperous place in the country. At the end of Youshi, the lights have not been extinguished.
The city was bustling with people everywhere.
Those who drink and sing, those who are drunk and dreamy, there are flowers and willows everywhere.
Walking along the river bank, a skinny boy about fifteen years old came up to him soon. He bowed down on the spot and said that he had met the young master.
Then, without rambling, he went straight to the topic and said hurriedly: "Daozhang Wang lives in a secluded shop in a corner of the West City. Previously, the villain saw Guo Shaoxia go out with a gloomy face and never came back.
"Are you sure no one from Prince Zhao's Mansion is here?"
"There shouldn't be any... The three of us brothers took turns to follow and monitor at all times, and we found nothing unusual.
After Wang Daozhang was injured, we immediately rushed to report to the young master.
Prince Zhao's Mansion must have thought that Wang Daozhang had been poisoned and there was nothing to worry about. They just sent a large number of people to buy some medicinal materials from major pharmacies and ignored him. "
This is a plan to draw fire from under the cauldron.
A hint of coldness flashed in Yang Lin's eyes.
Knowing what kind of poison the other party was poisoned and what kind of medical treatment he needed, he relied on his strong human and financial resources to collect all these medicinal materials.
In this way, the poisoned person will either have to wait for death, or beg to come and accept the humiliation. In the end, death is inevitable.
This strategy is too vicious.
"Who presided over the drug collection operation?"
"It should be the young prince Wan Yankang. He has great power in Prince Zhao's Mansion and can command people.
The villain hid aside and listened carefully. When the people in charge talked about the purchase of medicine with the medicine store clerk, they claimed that they were under the orders of the young prince. "
"Uncle Qiu has taken on a good disciple."
Yang Lin snorted coldly and suddenly laughed.
He turned around and patted the young man on the shoulder, and said harmoniously: "I remember your name is Yue Guan, right? Don't call yourself a villain in the future, just call yourself my little brother.
I'm not an official, I don't have that much airs...
You are good at what you do, and this is a great achievement. Go back and take the token, and ask the leader of the village to teach you the advanced martial arts of Killing Fist. You must practice hard day and night, and you will definitely use it in the future. "
After Yang Lin finished speaking, he took out a small triangular jade pendant from his body and handed it over.
"Thank you so much, sir. I'm willing to repay you with my life."
The skinny young man, who was obviously a sensible person, lay on the ground and kowtowed three times, then quietly retreated into the darkness.
There were two boys beside him, and they also left.
He didn't come forward to say hello and please.
These boys are actually all Taihu orphans. They have been licking blood since they were young, and they admire Lu Guanying the most.
Especially after Yang Lin settled here, he became even more heroic, fighting against golden soldiers, killing masters, and forcing King Zhao to leave.
It's like one person fighting against one country.
None of these boys screamed with excitement and admiration.
It is said that from the day when Sha Tongtian was killed, Lu Guanying's name spread throughout the area around Taihu Lake and two provinces.
In one day, thousands of young people joined the major water villages in Taihu Lake.
In particular, when He, Peng and Li were the three masters of the stronghold, they regarded Shaquan Dao as the foundation of martial arts and passed on the best and best skills.
That area of water was already gaining momentum at this time.
In just three months, according to the letter from Master He, the power of his subordinates has increased by more than ten times.
The permanent elite has reached 3,000 people.
Therefore, in this year, although the Song Dynasty is weak, the people are not without blood, nor are they without elite manpower, but there are no heroes.
Whenever someone dares to fight against the golden soldiers and pull up the banner.
It was a response to one call, and a crowd of heroes gathered.
In fact, over the years, starting from the humiliation of Jingkang, the people of Song Dynasty have been suffering for a long time.
Where there is oppression, there is resistance.
In the past, there was no resistance force with sufficient momentum. That was because there was a lack of an effective leader.
At present, Yang Lin's reputation is only limited to Taihu Lake. In the future, his martial arts and aspirations will be spread all over the world.
At that time, when an order was given, all the people would naturally follow it, and the world would turn upside down.
…
Yue Guan inquired very carefully.
Indeed, the situation of Wang Chuyi, the real person of Yuyangzi, is already very bad.
When Yang Lin saw him, he saw that this cheerful Taoist priest, who had always been cheerful, was now emaciated and had black eyes.
In total, the two had been separated for less than half a month, and Yang Lin almost didn't recognize him.
"Master."
Yang Lin was shocked. He accidentally stepped on the bluestone floor of the store with a click.
He was filled with murderous intent. Although he wanted to go directly to Prince Zhao's palace, he was worried that Wang Chu wouldn't be able to survive.
Of course, you also need to ask questions carefully.
If you have a wronged person and a debtor, you must always find the enemy.
In his memory, he only knew that Wang Chuyi seemed to have been poisoned and was plotted against him, but the specific situation was a bit vague.
"You see, your internal swordsmanship is so good that you can't even compare to my master.
However, your Qi-nurturing skills are a bit out of line. What would you do if you trample someone's floor to pieces? "
Wang Chuyi looked indifferent, as if he didn't care about life and death.
He also had the intention to ridicule his disciple's Qi-nurturing skills.
As he said this, the shock in his eyes betrayed what he was thinking.
Just a trace of the aftermath of the momentum shattered the bluestone, and the apprentice became increasingly confused.
Even before he was injured, if he wanted to do the same thing, he would probably have to exert all his strength and land hard.
Who is the Iron-footed Fairy?
"Even now, Master, you are still so free and easy."
Yang Sen sighed and put his hand on Wang Chuyi's wrist.
He has learned some medical knowledge, although he is not very proficient in it.
However, simple operations such as using energy to expel toxins are still possible.
When the internal force entered his body, he discovered that Wang Chuyi's internal organs were all eroded by an extremely violent toxin.
If he hadn't cultivated his qi for many years and developed a strong internal strength, he would have been attacked by poisonous qi at this moment and died unexpectedly.
But even if the internal strength is very strong and can temporarily withstand the toxin, it cannot last for too long.
When the power is exhausted, you will die.
"How long can I hold on?"
"It's no problem to save your life. If you don't get the antidote within twelve hours, I'm afraid this skill will be wasted."
Wang Chu's eyes flickered and he said lightly.
Yang Lin smiled and said: "I am not that stupid boy like Guo Jing, Master, please don't coax me.
You are not wasting your time. Not to mention twelve hours, I think if you can't hold on for even half of the time, your life will be in danger. ?
"Did you see it?"
After his lie was exposed, Wang Chuyi was not embarrassed at all.
He shook his head and said to himself: "Life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor are in heaven. We cultivators have looked away from many things. Back then, you, the Patriarch of the Chongyang Festival, also had no holiday, so there was no need to force some things.
There are now many experts gathering in Prince Zhao's Mansion, and our Quanzhen Sect's manpower did not arrive in Zhongdu in time, and it is already too late to do anything.
Don't act recklessly. If you fall into it, how will Master deal with it? "
It turns out that Wang Chuyi didn't tell Guo Jing before, and he doesn't tell Yang Lin about his true injury now, because he was actually afraid that they would take risks and risk everything for himself with the Zhao Palace of the Kingdom of Jin.
This is the behavior of an egg hitting a stone.
No matter how you look at it, it is unwise.
Regarding Wang Chuyi's concerns, Yang Lin did not comment, but smiled and asked: "Master's injury looks like he was poisoned by the poison palm technique.
As far as I know, there are three people practicing Poison Kung Fu in Prince Zhao's Mansion. I wonder which one did it? "
"It's Master Lingzhi. The monk looked smiling and saluted forward...
It was also because the teacher was careless. Thinking of these famous first-class masters, it is not too despicable.
But he didn't expect that this person would salute openly and administer poison secretly, with no scruples at all. "
Wang Chuyi shook his head, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes.
"Originally, when I discovered that I was poisoned, I still had a chance to turn defeat into victory and gain a glimmer of hope.
Unfortunately, there was another person present at that time. He was Lu Shu from Baituo Mountain in the Western Region, and his strength was unparalleled.
Whether it is internal strength or the sophistication of his moves, they are all above his master.
Now that he has taken action to keep the guest, even if I want to take back the young prince as a hostage, it is impossible. "
So, there was no choice but to escape.
The Quanzhen Seven Sons are famous all over the world, and Wang Chuyi is also known as the Iron-legged Immortal. He really saw that the situation was not good and wanted to escape.
In a short period of time, before the poisonous injury took full effect, no one could catch up with him, even with Guo Jing.
This is what happened.
After Wang Chuyi finished explaining the situation, Yang Lin also used his kung fu to temporarily suppress Wang Chuyi's poisonous injuries.
Seeing that his face looked much better, I knew that I couldn't delay for long and had to get the antidote as soon as possible.
In particular, these medicinal herbs are indispensable: blood root, Panax notoginseng, myrrh, and bear bile.
What a little prince.
As if he saw what Yang Lin wanted to do, Wang Chuyi suddenly said: "That young prince, Wan Yankang, is your uncle Qiu's disciple, and he can be regarded as your senior brother.
If you see him, you might as well spare his life and keep a wide berth. "
"I have already made plans for this matter, master, don't worry."
Wang Chuyi has been harmed to this extent, and he is still worried about this and that.
Yang Lin was angry and funny at the same time.
At that moment, he gave an ambiguous answer and told him to cultivate himself well.
And, after giving enough money to the shopkeeper to take good care of him, he left the shop.
…
Horseback riding is prohibited in the city.
Fortunately, Yang Lin's footsteps are very fast.
No need to ask around.
I just turned around a few streets and walked straight to the bustling place, and soon I saw my destination.
Prince Zhao's Mansion is indeed easy to find.
It has a wide front door, high walls, eaves and arches inside, and rockery pavilions.
There are mountains, streams, springs, and winding paths leading to secluded areas.
The ultimate in luxury.
Presumably, before the Jin people conquered the city, this was the residence of a prince from the Song Dynasty.
Or, it is simply the palace of the official who loves calligraphy and painting. It is natural that it is occupied by Jin people at this time.
Yang Lin saw with his own eyes the admiration and longing on the faces of the people around him as they took a detour.
This is the yearning for wealth and the awe of power.
The Jin people have ruled for a long time, and now they have penetrated into all walks of life and into the deepest hearts of every Song people.
They got used to it, accepted their fate, and had no sense of resistance at all.
Looking at the brightly armored guards at the gate of the palace, they were driving away and scolding the curious people fiercely, just like chasing away a dog.
There was not even the slightest stir in Yang Lin's heart, and he just walked forward slowly.
His five senses were sharp, and he had already heard the faint sound of killing and the sound of fighting in the palace.
This place is too vast. There are martial arts masters inside who have been beaten into a pot of porridge. The guards outside did not even hear anything.
Still heavily guarded.
Of course, Yang Lin could just sneak in like others.
But he didn't want to.
I came here to take revenge as a dignified and upright teacher with the overwhelming power of Mount Tai.
In other words, he came to kill people.
Where is the need to be secretive?
In his heart, this place has always been the territory of the Han people. These Jin people are all barbarians and thieves, and they are the ones who occupy the magpie's nest.
As a Han Chinese, do you need to be sneaky when you come to your own territory?
Anyone who dares to block the road will only be killed.
When the four guards rushed towards him with swords and guns raised, Yang Lin did not draw his sword, but pushed with both palms, and blasted...
The mighty internal force crushed him like a landslide.
The four of them flew upside down, hitting the door hard on their heads and feet.
With a bang, the vermilion door suddenly opened.
Yang Lin acted as a chariot step by step, moving forward step by step towards the place where he was called to kill.
The murderous intent on his body is getting stronger and stronger, and his murderous aura is getting stronger and stronger.
In my mind, I seem to be thinking of the scene in the illusion again...
When Wanyan Zongwang's army broke through the city, the people howled miserably, and the clan members were led out of the palace like dogs.
He is that monkey, but he is not that monkey.
That day in the illusion, the monkey fought to the death and beheaded Wanyan Zongwang, defeating thousands of troops.
But today, he set foot on this land and this city again, but the people he saw were no longer the same people as before.
Same hate, different scenery.
The same thing is the murderous intention boiling in my heart, like a wave.
How many years?
A hundred years of time, in the blink of an eye.
Yang Lin drew his sword in his hand and let out a long roar that shook the whole country.
"Wanyan Honglie, come out and die."
With a shout, the sky was filled with wind and clouds, and the fallen leaves rustled all around.
I saw a wide passage in front of me...
A large group of people were fighting among the pavilions, but neither Wanyan Honglie nor Wanyan Kang was seen.
The first thing I saw were a few acquaintances.
A dark, muscular young man with a blind woman hunched over his body.
The woman held a silver whip, rolling back and forth like a giant python.
Sometimes it forms a circle, sometimes it forms a spear... It whines loudly, making everyone around it afraid to enter the circle.
This is Guo Jing.
Then, the woman on him who looks sad and cold, with a sinister look on her eyebrows, should be the Iron Corpse Mei Chaofeng in the Black Wind Twin Evils.
Because his luck went wrong, he had difficulty moving at this time, so he took Guo Jing hostage.
Not far in front of these two people, there were six men and women of different shapes who were in a state of embarrassment.
It is the Six Monsters of Jiangnan.
The leader was a middle-aged man with a majestic face, but he was also blind.
As soon as his arm vibrated slightly, a black hidden weapon spun around like a butterfly and attacked the woman.
A short fat man quietly reached out with a soft whip in his hand, and was about to hit the woman's left hand which was pressed against Guo Jing's head at the temple.
However, they still underestimated Mei Chaofeng.
After practicing the second volume of the Nine Yin Sutra, although the opponent does not know the basic mental skills, he has also learned a set of strange attack and killing moves.
For example, Nine Yin White Bone Claw, Heart Destroying Palm, White Python Whip Technique, etc.
At this time, Mei Chaofeng used the white python whip technique.
With a slight movement of the silver whip in her hand, it turned into a python, trapping all the hidden weapons shot by Ke Zhen E, the flying bat, and hitting them back, leaving the six of them in a panic.
As soon as Han Baoju swung the soft whip in his hand, he was struck down by the silver whip and fell to the ground like a dead snake.
Guo Jing was restrained, and he acted as a mount in frustration, screaming and feeling worried and helpless.
When Yang Lin arrived, this was what he saw.
He also saw clearly that Guo Jing was actually not in danger for the time being.
Mei Chaofeng still needs him as a "mount". It seems that she needs to ask more Taoist terms from his mouth to solve the headache of going crazy in her practice.
The one who is in danger is Huang Rong.
…
A noble young man in his mid-thirties, wearing white clothes and holding a folding fan in his hand, was smiling and waving his palm towards Huang Rong like a cat playing with a mouse.
His figure was as erratic as a ghost, and the edges of his palms were filled with cold air.
With one palm strike, a white mark appeared, and frost condensed in the air.
This should be the sacred camel snow mountain palm of Baituo Mountain in the Western Regions.
No wonder Master Wang Chuyi said that this man was very powerful and difficult to deal with.
It's absolutely true.
And Huang Rong, now stepping on the blue wave steps and using the palm of the Luoying Divine Sword, was already making flowers and shadows colorful.
But basically they can only defend and even run away.
Fortunately, Ouyang Ke just wanted to catch her and didn't do anything dangerous, so he didn't fall immediately.
As Ouyang Ke took action, he still said in a dirty voice: "Little girl, as long as you just stay calm, I won't hurt you.
Not only will I take good care of you, but I will also let you enjoy fun that you will never enjoy in your life..."
Huang Rong snorted angrily, rolled on the ground, and fled outside.
She knew that her martial arts skills were far behind this disgusting guy, and she must not fight with him, otherwise she would lose sooner or later.
So, with a vertical leap, he was about to escape like a carp leaping over a wave.
At this time, a Tibetan monk wearing a monk's hat and red cassock came over with a smile and a palm strike.
The huge handprint was glowing with blood red, and it was about to be printed on Huang Rong's back.
Yang Lin recognized at a glance that this person was Master Lingzhi.
This guy is the most despicable and shameless.
He squinted his eyes, slightly puzzled.
These people are all so bold...
He let out a loud roar that almost overturned the house, but no one paid any attention to him.
Even Wanyan Honglie didn't call for help or anything.
I don’t know if it’s because I haven’t suffered any losses before, or because the peace has been going on for a long time, and everyone has forgotten to be in awe.
He reached Huang Rong's side in a flash, grabbed Huang Rong's wrist and slapped it with his backhand.
boom……
A strong wind swept the place.
Master Lingzhi slapped down a large handprint filled with cold poison, and a cruel coldness flashed in his eyes.
It felt like the palm wind hit me backwards, as if I had a palm imprinted on the steel city wall.
Not only did the power come back, but the poison also followed.
Click...
A series of explosions.
Master Lingzhi's entire arm was broken into countless pieces, and the powerful collision passed by him, reaching all the limbs and bones of his body, and even his internal organs.
The whole person was knocked upside down, and while he was still in the air, his chest collapsed completely, and his internal organs could be seen in pieces.
He struggled to look, his eyes full of confusion, "Why is it you?"
Of course he recognized Yang Lin.
When they were living in Nanhu, Jiaxing, several of them even besieged each other.
However, not long after, when they saw each other again... the other party pressed down with his palm, and not only was he knocked backwards with the poisonous palm, but his internal energy was poured back into him.
Moreover, the muscles and bones all over the body were beaten to pieces, and all the internal organs were shattered.
"Snapped……"
There was a loud noise.
Master Lingzhi was lying on the ground, with blood gushing from his mouth. He convulsed twice and then died.
The surroundings suddenly became quiet.
Huang Rong's body was involuntarily pulled and her position changed.
She found that she was being held by a hand, as defenseless as a child... Her heart was shaken, and when despair arose, she suddenly saw the face of the person holding her clearly, and her body softened instantly. .
"Big guy."
Then, he was shocked to see that under Yang Lin's palm, the ferocious Tibetan monk was almost beaten to a pulp.
Dead as hell.
"What a strong palm power."
Huang Rong couldn't help but secretly sighed. For a moment, she no longer had any worries.
…
"The enemy is powerful, let's attack together."
Peng Lianhu is known as the Thousand-Handed Man-Slaughterer, he is used to killing people, and his eyesight is even more extraordinary.
At the same time that Master Lingzhi's body was hit by a palm, he already felt bad.
The opponent's strength has improved too much.
At this time, he came again with violent murderous intent.
If he doesn't curb his momentum, everyone will be in trouble tonight.
Therefore, the first thing they did was to invite the old monsters Liang Ziweng and Ouyang Ke to take action together.
While shouting, his pair of judge pens bit Yang Lin's waist like poisonous snakes.
Liang Ziweng has been working with him for a long time, and they have become even more connected with each other.
As early as Peng Lianhu jumped forward, his sleeves fluttered, and two Ziwu penetrating bone nails shot directly into Yang Lin's eyebrows and chest.
Being close and attacking quickly, it is even more difficult to guard against.
Yang Lin let out a long laugh, and the sword in his hand suddenly shone brightly.
It's raining at night.
The lights were flickering, the sky was clear and the moon was bright, and it seemed as if the wind suddenly started blowing.
There was a slight drizzle filling the sky.
The spring cold is biting, and the sword energy is like frost.
As soon as this cold feeling hit his heart, Peng Lianhu wanted to retreat.
However, it already seemed too late.
He watched helplessly as the two blood-red Ziwu Bone Nails melted in the bright sword light.
Countless iron filings turned into light mist and shot forward...
Then he saw a streak of light, sweeping across the tip of his pen and then his waist.
As soon as his hand was lightened, severe pain came from his waist, and Peng Lianhu couldn't help but let out an earth-shattering roar.
Everyone was shocked and looked up.
Then he saw the Thousand-Handed Human Slaughterer, who was famous in thousands of mountains. At this time, his upper body and lower body had been divided into two parts. What also became two parts at the same time was his pair of judge pens.
He didn't know when he was struck by the sword light.
"What kind of swordsmanship is this? So fierce..."
The Six Jiangnan Monsters had also stopped, looking a little dumbfounded at the scene in front of them.
Especially Zhu Cong, he saw it most clearly, and he could feel the biting coldness in it the most. He couldn't help but asked in surprise.
"It's the Quanzhen Sword Technique, but the way this one uses it is completely different. It's much more powerful than that Taoist Master Qiu."
Although Han Xiaoying has the lowest martial arts among the six monsters, she also knows the best about swordsmanship, she said in shock.
"Moreover, it looks like his sword intention has not been exhausted yet, and he has just started to gain momentum..."
She was absolutely right.
Yang Lin shattered the Ziwu Penetrating Nail with one sword, and the remaining power did not stop. After even the weapons and men cut Peng Lianhu in half, the sword light seemed to be alive.
He followed the sword and chased after the old monster Liang Ziweng with a sharp whistle.
"You old guy who goes around looking for women to practice martial arts will never let you go."
As soon as Yang Lin's cold voice reached his ears, he heard half of Liang Ziwen's miserable hiss.
Why half a tone.
Because, as soon as the old man with white hair and red face let out a scream of terror from his throat, his head flew into the sky.
The remaining half sound turned into the sound of blood coming out of Gudu Gudu's neck.
The head fell to the ground and the body collapsed.
Yang Lin turned to look at the noble man in white.
A smile appeared on his face.
"Master Ouyang, you are not in the White Camel Mountain in the Western Region to receive blessings, but you have to come to the Central Plains to die. I really feel sorry for you..."
Aunt Hua jumped into the river, her sad expression and wrinkles on her face were still before her eyes;
Yang Lin clearly remembered the helplessness and despair of a dozen beautiful little girls.
In this life, this man has taken in many wives and concubines, and has killed many "drug residues".
If you don't kill such a scum.
He felt really uneasy.
