My surname is Wang, my neighbor Wu Dalang

Chapter 310 The Holy Maiden Was Surnamed Fang
The two Tiger God Guards fell to the ground.

Those women in white couldn't hit a single blow, and didn't bother to fight, they hid on the roof again.

At this time, the woman holding the umbrella had already started a fierce battle with Yan Qing.

The oil-paper umbrella seemed to be made of fine steel, and when it met Yanqing's simple knife, it made a crisp humming and colliding sound.

This woman is very skilled, after several rounds, Yan Qing was forced to retreat by holding an umbrella.

Afterwards, the woman flew across the air in the rain, rolling towards Wang Lin like a dazzling white light.

In an instant, Wang Lin's whole body was filled with qi and blood, and he activated "Running Thunder Hand", "Shenxing" and "Purple Qi Donglai". The three skills superimposed, he swung the long sword in his hand and slashed at the woman while running at high speed.

The woman blocked it with the sharp edge of the steel umbrella she had put away.

What a supernatural power Wang Lin is, although this sword is not a magic weapon, but under the blessing of great strength, it is still as powerful as a broken bamboo and as heavy as a mountain.

With a loud bang, the umbrella in the woman's hand fell into the air, and the sword in Wang Lin's hand was too weak due to the shock, so she also dropped her hand.

However, Wang Lin's figure did not decrease as he rushed forward, approaching like lightning, without any hesitation, he put his hand around the woman's throat, and immediately grabbed the woman's waist with the other hand, shouted loudly, and was about to die. The woman holds it high above her head and wields it as a shield.

Fine raindrops flowed down Wang Lin's hair. Wang Lin's expression was indifferent, and the hand that was holding the woman's throat was like an iron hoop.

The woman was restrained at the fatal point, and she was exhausted. She had no doubt that Wang Lin would decisively cut off her delicate throat, so she simply gave up the unnecessary struggle.

……

Cyclamen Inn.

The woman in white was firmly tied up. Wang Lin leaned over and groped in her bulging arms for a long time, and found a scroll of scriptures from Mingjiao, and a pure gold token in the shape of flames.

The woman in white was full of embarrassment and anger. If she hadn't been stuffed with a soft handkerchief, she might have cursed just now.

She glared at Wang Lin with beautiful eyes, and her shoulders trembled slightly.

Holding the pure gold token in his hand, Wang Lin studied it carefully, frowned and thought about it for a long time, then suddenly stepped forward and leaned over to reach out.

But this time with both hands.

"Hmm!" The white clothed woman's eyes were filled with shame and anger. If eyes could kill, Wang Lin would have died countless times.

Wang Lin split his hands, and there was a click, and the skirt on the neck of the woman in white was torn by him.

Inside this woman's delicate and thin collarbone, there is a tattoo with clear texture, which is exactly the same as that token.

"Sacred Fire Order?" Wang Lin pondered.

The eyes of the woman in white flickered fiercely.

Wang Lin couldn't help laughing: "Looks like Gu guessed it right. Mingjiao's sacred fire order, the leader's token or the saint's token?"

Wang Lin sized the woman in white up and down, and said, "It should be a saint..."

Wang Lin reached out and raised the snow-white chin of the woman in white, ignoring her murderous gaze: "Saint... Could it be that the surname is Fang?"

The woman in white was obviously stunned.

She really didn't expect Wang Lin to see through her background at a glance.

"Fang La's daughter? You...Fang Jinzhi?"

Wang Lin thought to himself and said again: "The Ming sect sent people to assassinate Yu Gu, and even let the saintess do it herself. It seems that they must put Gu to death."

Yan Qing hurried in, and whispered a few words in Wang Lin's ear.

The surrounding area of ​​the Yingkelai Inn has been firmly controlled by hundreds of hidden stakes of the Tiger Guards. Wu Song went to the Muzhou Prefecture Government Office.

Wang Lin nodded slowly, and then signaled Yan Qing to remove the soft handkerchief from Fang Jinzhi's mouth.

Fang Jinzhi immediately yelled angrily: "Shameless, shameless bastard... Wang Lin, if you dare to mistreat me, my Mingjiao will fight with you forever!"

Yan Qing sneaked a glance at Wang Lin. He didn't know what Wang Lin did to Jin Zhi during the time he went out. This woman's dress was obviously disheveled... so excited, could it be...

Wang Lin coughed twice and gave Yan Qing a look.

Yan Qing chuckled, and silently stepped aside.

Wang Lin looked at Fang Jinzhi and curled his lips: "Just because you are a foolish cult organization, you dare to assassinate this king, Fang... This means that you are about to start an incident, right?"

"I heard that this king suppressed corruption in Hangzhou, beheaded Qian Zhongshu and others, and also killed Zheng Kai of Ning Haijun. This is tantamount to cutting off your Mingjiao's source of income."

"In addition to Dilong turning over this time, I can't help it anymore, and want to raise troops in advance."

Fang Jinzhi snorted coldly and remained silent.

But the heart is awe-inspiring.

Wang Lin guessed right.

Originally, their plan to raise troops was at the end of this year, or in the second half of the year. After all, everything has not been fully prepared, especially money and food.

But Wang Lin suddenly came to the south of the Yangtze River, causing such a big commotion, and eradicating Mingjiao's sub-rudder in Hangzhou, Fang La had to raise an incident in advance.

"Stimulate a cult, ensnare the people, gather people to rebel, Fang Jinzhi, you are a mere Qingxi Fang family, and your ambitions are not small. A group of jumping clowns want to claim to be lonely, is it ridiculous?"

Fang Jinzhi snorted: "My Mingjiao army is coming, Wang Lin, since you have come to Muzhou, you are looking for your own death!"

Wang Lin clicked his tongue and said, "Big army? You coerced [-] to [-] people who didn't know the truth, and wanted to overthrow the Song court and become king in the south. Fang Jinzhi, are you stupid?"

"Fang Hou, Fang Tianding, Fang Mao, Fang Jie, Fang Jinzhi, and probably Fang Baihua?"

"Lou Minzhong, Zu Shiyuan..."

Wang Lin casually read the names one by one, and Fang Jinzhi's complexion became paler the more he heard it.

She stared at Wang Lin, tremblingly said: "Wang Lin, you..."

"Fang Jinzhi, in fact, I have been eyeing your Fang family for a long time. To tell you the truth, it's not an attempt to fight against the imperial court based on the crooked melons and jujubes around your father Fang La who are eating in the fields. What is death?"

"Write a family letter to your father, saying that you were detained by this king as a little maid, and if you become so lonely in serving him, I will spare your life!"

Fang Jinzhi was trembling with anger, and cursed angrily: "You dog thief! If I don't kill you, I will fall into Abi Hell!"

Wang Lin laughed, turned around and left the room.

……

All three thousand tiger guards entered Muzhou City.

The city gate of Muzhou was closed.

The Tiger God Guard and the original thousands of soldiers in the city went through the sieve several times in the city, catching and killing all the Ming Cultists that could be found, and not missing a single mouse.

Wang Lin stood on the gate tower of Muzhou City and looked towards the direction of Qingxi County.

Yan Qing said softly from the side: "My lord, will Fang La really gather a crowd to rebel? Why didn't your lord let Song Jiang strike ahead of time and kill Fang La, the main criminal, and all his confidantes?"

"It's useless to kill Fang La. After a while, other people will appear. Xiao Yi, send a message to Song Jiang. If Fang La starts an incident, don't stop him. The people with Liangshan will be alone among the bandits and wait for my military order." act!"

"Fang La has already heard the news that we are coming to Muzhou. They will definitely gather people as soon as possible to attack ahead of time. They will first capture Muzhou, then attack Hangzhou, and then wreak havoc on the two Zhejiang provinces, Jiangnan, and the entire southeast, in an attempt to occupy the southeast as king."

"My lord, I have passed through the city several times, but there is no guarantee that there will be no fish that slip through the net. If Fang La really gathered tens of thousands of people to attack Muzhou, and civil strife broke out in the city again, with our 3000 troops, Muzhou may not be able to defend it." live."

Yan Qing was worried: "Why don't you order Guan Sheng to lead the Shenwu army into the city, strengthen the defense, and then send troops from all states in the south of the Yangtze River to reinforce Muzhou?"

Wang Lin shook his head: "If there are too many soldiers and horses gathered, Fang La may not dare to rebel. If Fang La doesn't gather people to rebel, how can we completely eradicate this cult?"

"Xiao Yi, I estimate that Fang La will start an incident within ten days. However, if he is slow to move, you might as well send someone to add fuel to his fire."

Wang Lin took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Yan Qing: "Let people from Song Jiang pretend to be nursery rhymes and spread them in Qingxi, the sooner the better!"

"Add a little to ten thousand, and you will be honored at the end of winter. Across the Zhejiang River, it will appear in Wuxing."

Yan Qing read it again, a little stunned, not knowing why.

Wang Lin didn't bother to explain. After all, he couldn't explain anything, so he waved his hand and signaled Yan Qing to send a summons.

……

Qingxi County, Bangyuan Cave.

From the outside, this deep and empty cave is completely clueless, but when you look inside, it is enough to shock the world. It can actually accommodate thousands of people.

The torches in the cave are blazing.

The crowd was full of people.

At the bottom of the cave, behind a large table of huanghuali, sat a middle-aged man.

He wears a golden head with a corner soaring to the sky, a nine-dragon embroidered robe with sun, moon and cloud shoulders, an exquisite jade belt inlaid with gold and treasures around his waist, and a pair of cloud-root court boots with gold seams on his feet.

This person is Fang La.

However, compared with his grass-headed emperor's attire, the civil and military officials in the second class in front of him seemed chaotic and lacked grace and order.

Most of them are made of coarse linen, with their trousers rolled up, and their faces are disheveled.

Some are even barefoot.

Only a Confucian scholar on the left, about [-] years old, stood up and bowed his hands, saying: "Holy Father, the Holy Maiden assassinated Wang Lin in Muzhou and was captured. His life and death are uncertain. I think Wang Lin has led the army to come." After leaving Muzhou, if I wait until nothing happens, I’m afraid I’ll just sit and wait to die.”

This person is Lou Minzhong, Fang La's think tank.

The rest of the people also clamored loudly.

Fang La waved his hand, and said in a deep voice: "I raise the flag of righteousness high, and the congregation of the neighboring counties will rally to respond, but it seems inappropriate to act hastily."

Zu Shiyuan stood up and clasped his fists and said, "Sheng Gong, Wang Lin's coming to Muzhou is definitely for the Holy Cult. If he doesn't raise his troops again, when he mobilizes the two Zhejiang and Huainan troops to arrive, our ten years of painstaking preparations will be gone in an instant. vanished into thin air."

Fang La was silent.

A young man in black jumped out holding a Fangtian painted halberd: "Sheng Gong, what the left and right prime ministers said is very reasonable, we can't delay any longer... My nephew is willing to lead an army to attack Muzhou and tear Wang Lin's body into tens of thousands of pieces." !"

Among the soldiers on one side stood a man with a red beard. This man stared coldly at the group of peasants from Qingxi County who had been entrusted with official positions and suddenly became princes and generals. Shouting big words without shame and raising troops to rebel, I really want to laugh in my heart.

Even if they are the heroes of Nuoduo on Mount Liang, they only call themselves leaders, and they dare not call themselves kings.

It is ridiculous that a group of traffickers and pawns dare to call themselves lonely.

At this time, a white-clothed woman in her twenties led more than a hundred female soldiers in white clothes into the cave. The woman's complexion was slightly dark, but her face was extremely pretty, her eyes were like water, with endless coldness.

"Shenggong, my little sister is willing to lead the sisters in the headquarters to sneak into Muzhou overnight and rescue the saint!"

(End of this chapter)