The first cause of all realms

Chapter 97

tick~
Thick blood dripped on the snow.

Sima Yang's eyes were bloodshot, and severe pain swept over his body like a tide, distorting his facial features.

The vitality of blood-changing warriors is much stronger than that of ordinary people.

But at this time, he hated his powerful vitality extremely, making him checkmate but not die.

"Ah~"

In the jungle at night, hearing Sima Yang's screams, the unseen gangsters finally collapsed and fled.

Until now, they hadn't even seen who their enemy was or where they were.

But he couldn't take care of it at all. Under the fright, he didn't even dare to look back.

"Crappie!"

Sima Yang lowered his head and roared: "If you have the guts, kill me!"

call!
Yang Jue withdrew his palm and let the blood flow down his arm:

"Half a year ago, did you intercept and kill a team of officials from Montenegro?"

Although the blood-changing warrior's physical vitality surpassed that of ordinary people, if he didn't want to kill, even if he had a dragon-elephant physique, he wouldn't be able to survive for a while if his heart was blown.

The only reason to keep your hands is naturally for the old man.

"Hahaha."

Sima Yang raised his head with a miserable smile, ferociously:

"Grandpa killed a lot of officials, how can I remember so clearly? Why, your father was killed by me? Ah!"

With a casual blow, Sima Yang fell to his knees on the ground. Yang Jue's expression was cold:

"The night is long, we have plenty of time, let's talk slowly!"

……

……

The sun rises in the east, and the sky is getting brighter.

By the time Yang Yu returned to Dulong Town, Zhao Qing and the others had already returned, their blood still wet, and the aura of killing remained.

"Sima Yang?"

Seeing Yang Qian walk into the restaurant, Zhao Qing was quite surprised:
"You're lucky, kid. They scattered more than a dozen ways, but you caught the biggest one?"

"Big Chief..."

In the corner of the restaurant, several blood-stained bandits shook their bodies and wailed.

"It's incredible."

The rest of Jinyiwei were also amazed.

On the mountain road at night, more than a dozen gangsters scattered and fled. Although they also gained something, they failed to catch any big fish.

A total of more than a dozen people captured four Dulongzhai leaders.

Unexpectedly, Yang Jue actually captured Sima Yangdu, this is luck.

"It's just luck."

Yang Yue shook his head slightly.

It's not his luck.

"Your attack is too dark, hurry up, take some medicine, and don't let him die."

Seeing Sima Yang's faint breath, Zhao Qing shook his head again and again, and ordered his subordinates to take wound medicine for him, and hang his life.

"A middle-of-the-road martial art has been achieved."

Several Jinyiwei were envious.

Sima Yang is a big fish, they almost all went for Sima Yang last night.

It's a pity that the terrain is complicated and the sky is dark, and it is difficult for them to distinguish which of the bandits all over the mountain is Sima Yang.

After chatting with a few guards in Jinyi, and ordering the shopkeeper who was huddled in the corner to boil some hot water, Yang Qiang returned to the room with a tired face.

"Grandpa..."

After closing the door, the tired look on Yang Jian's face faded, and sadness flashed in his eyes.

Sima Yang's bones were hard enough, but he still pried his mouth open.

It's just that although he got a lot of other valuable information, he didn't ask what he wanted to know the most.

As the leader of Dulongzhai, Sima Yang seldom led people down the mountain to plunder.

He vaguely remembered that a leader led a team to intercept and kill a team of officials in 'Pinglong Mountain' half a year ago, but that was all.

He didn't know exactly which cliff or which day.

"Guest officer..."

Xiaoer knocked open the door, came in carrying hot water, poured the hot water with a nod and bowed his head, and arranged the food and drinks.

Just as he was about to retreat, he was summoned by Yang Jian again.

"Guest officer?"

Xiao Er shook his body and smiled all over his face.

"Second brother, do you remember that another team of officials escorting prisoners passed by half a year ago?"

Yang Jue took off his blood-stained coat, took out a piece of silver and handed it to Xiao Er.

By the way, describe the appearance of Wang Fobao and the old man for him.

"this…"

Xiao Er took the money, and his fear suddenly disappeared by most of it. He thought hard:

"Our stockade is the only way to go to Qingzhou. There are quite a few officials escorting the prisoners. According to what you said, the leader of the arresting head, isn't he surnamed Wang?"

"Not bad!"

Yang Jue's eyes brightened slightly.

"I only heard that they were being targeted. I don't know much about the others."

Xiao Er replied with some apprehension:
"In fact, most of the passing officials will be targeted if they don't pay the full amount, and even if they pay, many of them will still be targeted..."

"so…"

Yang prison was not disappointed, he just asked Xiaoer to find someone familiar with the nearby mountain roads, mainly 'Pinglong Mountain'.

By yourself, start changing and washing.

After killing overnight, his spirit was highly tense. Although there was no danger, he was indeed a little tired mentally. After several fights, his body also suffered some hidden injuries.

Soaked in hot water, Yang Ju closed his eyes slightly, thinking about the previous interrogation.

Sima Yang had not been in Nanshan for a long time, but the forces behind him were intricate. There were people from the families of the three nearby prefectures, and even Qingzhou.

The reason is the black iron mine in Nanshan.

The value of black iron is ten times that of gold, and the value of other associated metals is also extremely high. In the eyes of some people, Nanshan is extremely valuable.

It's just that Nanshan has dense forests, miasma, and poisonous smog. Not to mention large-scale mining, even small-scale mining will be accompanied by huge casualties.

Because of this, Qingzhou Prefecture Government and Qingzhou Army gave up here.

But this is not a problem for these bandits in Dulongzhai, they don't care about casualties at all.

"According to Sima Yang, there are at least a dozen of them, and in these years, they have sent refugees to Nanshan every year... ranging from hundreds to thousands.

By the way, exchange precious metals such as black iron. "

Yang Yu's eyes flickered.

The miasma in Nanshan is extremely fierce. Even a warrior who has changed blood will rot and die within a few years. Ordinary people will die if they go in.

Not to mention these sallow and emaciated refugees, even if they were normal people, most of them would not survive half a year.

And Sima Yang confessed to the people behind it, but would rather die than reveal the specific identities of those forces for what, he also knew very well.

Da Da Da~
After changing the wash, when Yang Jue was swallowing the elixir to meditate, there was another knock on the door.

A Jinyiwei's voice sounded from outside the door:

"Brother Yang, Lord Baihu calls you down."

"it is good."

Yang Ju tidied up a little, and went downstairs with his longbow in hand.

In the hall, Cao Jinlie was sitting upright, the waiter and the shopkeeper were busy, and a large table was filled with all kinds of wine and meat.

All the people sat down.

"Led the thief out of the mountain and captured the chief culprit. You have done a great job in this trip."

Cao Jinlie raised his glass.

"Your Excellency is welcome."

Yang Jue picked up his wine glass and drank it down in one gulp.

Ming wines are divided into white wine and yellow wine. The good wine of Gongqing is mostly rice wine, while the bad baijiu is usually drunk by ordinary people.

But for Yang Ju, this is more like a drink, and there is no such thing as overwhelming alcohol.

"it is good!"

Everyone applauded.

Alcohol is often the best way to draw in people's relationships. After drinking the previous time, everyone is already a colleague. After drinking this time, the relationship is much closer.

A burst of light chips staggered.

Only then did Cao Jinlie get down to business:

"These gangsters are not secretive, Lin An has already asked where the poisonous dragon village is, and the law of the rise and fall of the poisonous miasma..."

"My lord wants to capture the poisonous dragon stronghold?"

Zhao Qing put down his wine glass:

"Without the protection of miasma, the poisonous dragon village is nothing. What's the point of just taking down the poisonous dragon village?"

"These bandits are not good at martial arts, but they are very good at escaping. It is easy for us to capture Dulong Village, but once we leave, they will come back anyway, which will not help..."

The rest of Jinyiwei are not very optimistic either.

The difficulty in suppressing bandits lies not in attacking fortifications, but in 'suppression', but this is the most difficult for them.

Nanshan stretches for thousands of miles, with many mountains and dense forests, among which there are many vegetation and beasts. It would take a lot of manpower and time to surround them to death.

Just relying on a few of them, even if you are exhausted, don't even try to kill the grass.

Of course, what they didn't mention in tacit agreement is more important.

That is, Sima Yang, the leader of the thieves, has been caught, and the rest of the small fish and shrimp are tasteless to them.

They have no shortage of money, only pills and martial arts.

Especially martial arts.

Capturing Sima Yang in Jinyiwei and the six doors can be exchanged for one of the best martial arts, but other small fish and shrimps are also worth a low-level martial arts.

They are not six doors, so they really don't care much about this.

'This group of little bastards really don't see the rabbits and don't scatter the eagles. '

Cao Jinlie cursed in his heart, and glanced at Lin An.

Lin An could only speak:
"Everyone, I forgot to tell you. There is black iron in this mountain! It's not the illusory black iron ore, but the smelted black iron!"

"Mysterious iron?"

Several Jin Yiwei looked at each other, feeling a little moved.

Black iron is not only the best material for making weapons, but also a hard currency that is more valuable than gold.

The value is indeed much stronger than those small shrimps in the cottage.

but……

Seeing a few people still hesitated, Lin An said again:
"According to the explanations of these bandits, those black irons and money combined are enough for us to have a ten-refined black iron sword!"

"What black iron is not black iron? Listen to Lord Baihu!"

Jin Yiwei responded, and everyone else responded as well.

Only Yang Ju didn't respond, but just spun the wine glass, thinking about his own affairs.

"Yang prison, what's your opinion?"

Cao Jinlie looked at him.

"I'm not going."

Yang Prison shook his head slightly, and refused: "The Commander ordered me to go to Qingzhou to report as soon as possible. Count the days, and there is no longer any delay."

"You kid doesn't lack this black iron sword, so go for it!"

Cao Jinlie is not reluctant.

He also knew that this kid had gained a lot along the way, and the Black Tie Ten Refinements couldn't attract him. Fortunately, he just asked casually.

After all, Yang Prison is not under his jurisdiction either.

Cao Jinlie acted swiftly and resolutely, and once the main points were finalized, he left with a group of guards without delay.

"Remember to look for me when you arrive in Qingzhou."

Lin An patted Yang Jue on the shoulder, winked for a while, and walked out the door with a smile.

"Report!"

Watching everyone go away, Yang Qiu suddenly remembered.

This group of calves ate and drank a lot, and they haven't given any money yet...

　Have a meal and continue to code...

　
(End of this chapter)