"I said Master was too careful. He just asked the people of Song Dynasty to collect the best medicinal materials and send them over. That would be enough. We brothers have to go and buy them ourselves."

Wu Qinglie, the life-seeking gunman with a green face, was a little reluctant, carrying large and small bags: "Qingjian, you didn't even take an axe, you were very light, and you didn't give me much to share your worries with my senior brother. Just remember to buy wine.

Master can't drink now, so you can't flatter me."

He obviously responded to Qian Qingjian's behavior of escaping in front of him without even saying hello when he was escaping.

Of course, after the eldest and third sons died, he felt a little uncomfortable.

These days, I always scold the fourth child every chance I get.

Qian Qingjian laughed and was not angry.

"Don't you have to be careful? Second Senior Brother, you know some medicinal materials, you can distinguish the authenticity of the medicine, and you can also tell whether there is poison in it. The able should work harder... Take it in my hand, everything will be fine

It’s not good if you get confused.”

This is of course an excuse.

Even though Qian Qingjian usually uses an ax, you might think that he is very rough.

In fact, he is the most attentive person.

The wine-buying master can't drink it, but several other masters can.

Sharing the master's worries and maintaining a good relationship with colleagues is not meritorious.

King Wanyan Honglie of Zhao stayed here, and the officials and people of the Song Dynasty were both afraid and hated.

Also, looking at the few masters who follow them, they are like looking at the gods of plague...

In this way, a sumptuous meal of fish and meat is enough, but if you want to experience Lin'an's local specialties, don't even think about it.

When people see them appearing, they are more frightened than when they see wolves and tigers entering the city. Over time, they no longer take to the streets.

Therefore, the two brothers brought back some special drinks and food, which were actually very popular and would also receive some praise.

…

As we walked, the closer we got to Nanhuju, the fewer people there were on the street, and the surrounding area became a little quieter.

Qian Qingjian was startled. Looking back, he saw the people on both sides huddled aside.

It seemed that he was trying to avoid something and didn't dare to move forward.

"The prince is kind-hearted and did not call his own soldiers to drive him away. The Song soldiers are also far away. What are they afraid of?"

Just as this thought flashed through his mind, Qian Qingjian's expression suddenly changed, "Run quickly."

He is as meticulous as a hair, and although he is not considered smart, he has experienced many bloody battles over territory.

Under normal circumstances, people's evasive posture means they sense some kind of danger.

It has to be said that people in this era live like little beasts in the mountains and forests.

If something is wrong at all, they will be able to detect it and be alert.

Moreover, they will spontaneously adopt the best response method.

That's hiding.

Otherwise, if you are not careful, you may die without knowing how.

"Go quickly."

Qian Qingjian's face suddenly turned pale.

It seemed like he was reminded of the scene where his senior brother and third junior brother were beheaded.

This time, he remembered to say hello and rushed towards the gate of Nanhu Residence.

This man looked fat with big ears and a rosy nose, and he looked a little not very smart.

However, the response is really fast.

Yang Lin secretly sighed in admiration, and the straw hat on his head flew towards him like a cloud.

The target, however, was not Qian Qingjian who wanted to escape, but Wu Qinglie who heard the shouts and flicked his spear, buzzing with gunfire.

He pounced like a tiger descending a mountain, stepping on plum blossoms, and his upper body swayed slightly, like willows along the river.

Wu Qinglie's spear flashed with cold light, shattering his straw hat, and the blade of the spear passed through his skirt.

Before he could even swipe harder, he saw a hand getting bigger and bigger, coming into view.

puff……

Like smashing a watermelon with a sledgehammer.

Wu Qinglie's frightened expression had just appeared in his eyes, and his head had already been shattered by a palm.

Blood splattered...

Yang Lin laughed loudly.

The breath on his body was soaring.

His first move was like thunder and lightning, killing Wu Qinglie directly. The news with green subtitle 20 flashed in front of his eyes.

At the first opportunity, he chose to understand the early stage of Feng Huajin.

A mysterious force fell from the void...

His body was hot and swollen at this moment, and his skin became softer and tougher.

The bones and tendons as strong as steel seem to be able to breathe on their own, with the sound of clear wind running through them.

The body becomes lighter and more agile, the strength becomes stronger, and the speed becomes faster.

The internal organs feel fresh and comfortable as if they have been washed with water.

He clenched his fists, and his blood surged like a river, flowing through his body.

A huge force grows with it.

All the people and businessmen who were hiding and watching secretly looked over with fear and curiosity.

In my ears, I heard a loud crackling sound, and then I heard the crashing vibration of a big bow string, and the lingering sound...

The young man, who was wearing an ordinary fisherman's brown shirt and had sharp eyebrows, suddenly grew taller and thicker, becoming taller and stronger.

He just reached out and grabbed the red cherry spear that was two feet long.

Yang Lin exhaled loudly, grabbed the tail of the gun with one hand, leaned forward, and exerted force with both arms.

The gun body vibrated out an arc as big as a water tank, and a little cold star pierced out, with a sharp roar.

Qian Qingjian had only taken seven steps when the sharp point of the spear penetrated his back and lifted him up.

Struggling and howling in mid-air, he died instantly.

This time, no matter how vigilant he was, he still escaped with his life.

"good."

There were sparse roars of grief, anger and joy coming from all around.

With suppressed joy, but also a trace of worry and admiration.

Yang Lin knew that this was his subordinate, one of the tycoons in Taihu.

The three village leaders, He Liantang, Peng Yidao and Dong Lanfang, were actually there.

For this operation, they prepared very carefully...

However, when they were about to take action, Yang Lin told them not to take action and just watch from the sidelines.

Because he didn't want these life-and-death brothers who had suffered heavy losses to continue to waste time fighting against masters.

After all, their strength is relatively low and they are not suitable for this kind of scene.

This is also a comfort to the original body.

In the battle to rob the annual tribute that day, apart from the great master Sha Tongtian, the Taihu heroes who suffered the most deaths were due to their confrontation with the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River.

These four guys, although their internal strength cultivation is not very advanced.

However, all of them are tall, strong, and skilled in martial arts.

Riding horses and holding soldiers again...

They were like fierce generals on the battlefield when they were rushing back and forth. Ordinary people really couldn't beat them.

In particular, after Lu Guanying was severely injured by the siege, in order to stop the enemy, the heroes of Taihu basically built a defensive wall with flesh and blood.

They were almost defeated by the troops led by these four men.

How could you not cheer loudly when you saw the last two ghosts dying miserably?

Yang Lin shot through Qian Qingjian with one shot and stood quietly on the long street, not to mention that he immediately killed the last ghost who was screaming desperately on the tip of the gun.

He just looked at Nanhuju.

Just look at it.
To be continued...