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Chapter 405 Blood splattered on Dongli Street

The carriage wheels rolled.

Jin Ling sat in the carriage, sitting upright, his eyes closed slightly, and his five hearts facing the sky. He silently continued to practice the various methods of practicing immortal thoughts mentioned in the "Soul Talk" Record.

This was on the way to the Jinyuan headquarters in Lingshan Xianxiang. He was worried about Qinghan's safety and claimed leave to the royal family as quickly as possible. After being approved to leave Jinhua City, he left the Jue Mansion with Xuanyuan Junchen, Xiaoli and the protection of Lao Yihe and others.

When he arrived at the gate of Jinhua City, he met Shang Ran and the city defense army who had been waiting for a long time. After meeting, he continued to march towards Lingshan.

Shang Ran also entered the carriage, so Jin Ling was unable to practice and talked with her.

"You mean, the Tiger and Wolf Gang and others may be unfavorable to Qinghan?" Shang Ran asked in surprise when asked the reason why Jin Ling returned to the original situation. Before, she had only received the royal order, saying that she wanted to protect Jin Ling and others from returning to the Lingshan Immortal Township, but she didn't know the specific reason.

"This is indeed what the secret letter of Jinyuan Xintang said. There is no wind or wave, and people can't help but worry. After all, Qinghan is still too young." Jin Ling said.

"If the Tiger and Wolf Gang really dares to attack a child over six years old, it will be completely unblocked and extremely hateful!" Shang Ran was angry.

"Earlier, Wang Bao, the younger brother of the leader of the Tiger and Wolf Gang, forcibly robbed Qing Han's property and searched her everywhere to get the land deed. If Qing Han had not turned into a beggar and hid in Dongli Street, he would have been caught long ago. The Huwei Gambling House and Manyuan Chunchun Building that Wang Bao had worked hard to manage were taken back by us and paid a large amount of gold yuan. He would have been resentful from then on. Now, the fact that I lost my immortal power due to being poisoned by the poison of the poison has spread. It is not surprising that he would deal with me and Qing Han."

The two of them were talking all the way. In the afternoon more than two hours later, the carriage entered Lingshan Fairyland and soon arrived at the Jinyuan headquarters.

Jin Linghuo jumped out of the car in a hurry, rushed into the headquarters gate, and was about to find Qinghan.

"Young master, Miss Qinghan is not at Jinyuan headquarters." A guard at the gate reported to him, "Early in the morning, the lady, Mr. Park Xin and others went out and went to Dongli Street to deliver hospitals, medicines, food and clothing to the poor, and they were not at the headquarters."

"When is this stinky girl? Is it still possible to take care of those things?" Jin Ling was anxious, "Did Li Sheng tell her that someone might be bad for her? When you go out, the other party will have a greater chance of attacking!"

"Young Master." While he was anxious, Yang Lisheng hurried to the scene, "Young Master, don't panic. Miss Qinghan already knew about that. Not only were there many guards around him, not only were most of the musket team's men accompanying him, but Ye Xiao, Miss Yang Xuan, and Tang Xiaoyu were all accompanied by him. Moreover, before the trip, Mr. Sun also sent letters to the township master's mansion and the township master's mansion. The township master's mansion would send a team of immortals to guard the streets, and two teams of soldiers in the township master's mansion also strengthened the patrol."

"Silly!" After hearing this, Jin Ling was furious and cursed angrily, "What are you going to inform the township master's mansion to do? Don't you know that Li Tongrong and the Tiger Wolf Gang are wearing pairs of pants? Are you afraid that they don't have a clear understanding of Qinghan's movements?"

Yang Li was stunned: "Young Master, didn't Master Li come to show goodwill to us in Jinyuan several times, saying that if we have any needs, we would just ask them, and will they do their best to help?"

"Don't be naive, let's live a life of power." Jin Ling was speechless. "All these kingdom officials are not ghosts, old and sly characters, and they are not singing songs at any mountain, talking to people, talking to people, talking to ghosts, and saying to ghosts, they have heard their words as farts, how can they believe it? "

He waved his hand and said, "Let's go to Dongli Street!"

......

There is light snow in the sky.

Dongli Street.

Qinghan, Mr. Park Xin and others distributed medicine here, and the food and clothing had improved for a while. The poor people in need of relief continued to rise and rushed over, but the things they brought were no longer enough to use.

"Why are there so many poor people in Dongli Street?" Luo Ying was so weak that she gave medicinal materials. She finally took a short time to take a breath and rest, and then she began to complain to Park Xin. "If you want to send things, we have been sending them for several months and a year, and we have sent so much every time. I feel that treating the poor people in Dongli Street is better than treating the people in the headquarters. However, there are so many people every time, oh no, more than once, what's the matter!"

"What's there to complain about?" Jin Ye said, "There are more than 2 million people in Jinhua City, and there are at least hundreds of thousands of poor people among the more than 2 million people. Poor people are excluded everywhere. Dongli Street is the most dilapidated place in the entire Jinhua City, the cheapest place to make a living, and the only way for these poor people to live. Some people do good here, and there are naturally more poor people coming from hearing about the news."

"Actually, we should change our ideas." Qing Han jumped over, "Didn't you often tell us that, "If you are poor, you will be safe, and if you are prosperous, you will help the world. Although I don't understand the meaning of this sentence in detail, I probably know that a person who is rich and developed should also help more poor people. This is the real hero."

Luo Ying secretly stuck out her tongue, but she didn't expect that this little girl, who was six or seven years younger than her, would have such insights. She also sighed at the same time. No wonder she could become the young master's girl and become the actual supervisor of the Jinyuan headquarters now. This insight and words were not something she could say, Tang Xiaoyu and others.

"If you are poor, you will be able to keep yourself alone; if you are rich, you will be able to help the world... Well, these two sentences are interesting and interesting." Park Xin walked over with her hands behind her back, her eyes lit up, "Young Master's sentence is really a deafening and deafening word. Where did he hear it at a young age?"

Qinghan said: "My brother often has some thought-provoking words in his mouth. Some words are unheard of, but he is secretly thinking about the truth of the world. My brother especially likes reading books, or what book he reads from."

"The young master also often said that he has a dream world." Yang Xuan came over with sweat. "He learned a lot from that dream world, including the method of making fire and thunder, some magical methods, and the method of training the musket team a few days ago."

"Sir, you are knowledgeable and have a dream world, will you really have a dream world?" Qinghan asked Park Xin.

"The world in the dream?" Park Xin held her white beard and her eyes were confused. "The world in the dream is indeed a world that even the most powerful doctor in the world cannot explain. Some people's dreams are short and pass in a moment. After waking up, they forget everything in the dream. Some people's dreams are long, but they can't remember much after waking up, and they will quickly forget."

"More than a thousand and one hundred years ago, there was a medical saint named Sun Sijing in Donghuazhou, Wangxian Continent. He wrote a masterpiece that has been passed down through the ages, called Huameng. It records the magical dreams of many different people. Some people even have only one dream, in just half a night, but in their dreams it seems like they have spanned thousands of years and have gone to different bizarre worlds. After waking up, they remember the world in their dreams clearly and never forget them for many years. If the young master really encounters such a magical dream, it would be a situation."

Several people were talking when they suddenly heard a loud and exclaiming sound from outside the crowd.

Then I heard a scream!
Chapter completed!
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