The Prodigies War

Lin Xun, who was pacing along the street, also found that many eyes were swept towards him along the way, and some had a faint trace of greed that could not be hidden.

Lin Xun knew in his heart that the huge animal skin pocket on his scaled horse was indeed too conspicuous. If he were an experienced veteran, he could see what cargo was hidden in it just by looking at it. He only needed to smell it with his nose to know what was in it. What is the quality of the goods and how much is it worth.

Coupled with the fact that he has a horse and a horse, he naturally can't stop some people from watching.

There was a sudden turmoil in the crowd in the distance, which caused many people to watch. When Lin Xun arrived, he saw a man in animal skin who had no time to dodge, and was cut off by a cultivator. Incomparable people.

Seeing this, the crowd around the audience not only were not shocked, but they all cheered loudly, with a posture of watching the fun and not taking it too seriously.

"Dare to steal Lao Tzu's things, it's simply not knowing whether to live or die! Bah!"

The cultivator put away the long knife, glanced viciously at the corpse on the ground, and swaggered away.

This is street murder!

But there was no one to stop it. Obviously, the people here are used to this kind of thing happening.

Not long after, I saw two guards dressed up, hurriedly cleaning up the headless corpse and taking it away. In just a moment, the street resumed its previous liveliness, as if the murder scene just now had never happened.

Seeing this, Lin Xun couldn't help squinting his eyes, and he could roughly see that there were no rules at all in this Qingyang tribe. If you want to stand here, strong force is an indispensable condition.

Not long after walking, Lin Xun saw two groups of people fighting in the street, as if they were fighting for a batch of goods, but was quickly stopped by a passing cultivator. , The fact of blood shocked everyone, and the dispute was resolved in an instant.

under prosperity,

There must be an undercurrent of filth.

Lin Xun suddenly remembered the words of a prisoner who was detained in the mine prison. At that time, he was still young and did not understand the meaning of these words.

But now walking in this Qingyang tribe, looking at the greedy eyes hidden in the bustling atmosphere, Lin Xun instantly understood the meaning of this sentence.

However, Lin Xun is not afraid. He walked all the way and has roughly judged that compared with those ordinary people, the number of cultivators is obviously very small, and most of them are wandering in Zhenwu, and few can see the spiritual cultivator. figure.

If someone dares to plot their own goods, Lin Xun doesn't mind giving the other party an unforgettable lesson.

It's just a pity that Lin Xun seems to be lucky today. Even if he noticed a lot of greedy and prying eyes along the way, no one ran out to look for trouble.

The sky has darkened, and night has come.

Lin Xun stood in front of a building called Laoya Inn, and threw two copper coins to the shopkeeper to take care of the scale horse, while Lin Xun entered the inn himself. He planned to go to Shidingzhai to exchange supplies in the morning.

There are many wine tables on the first floor of the inn, and it seems extremely lively at the moment. Many figures are sitting there eating and drinking, chatting loudly, and it seems quite noisy.

The boss is a giant one-eyed man with a ferocious face, who is drinking lazily at this time.

When they saw Lin Xun walking in, many eyes in the inn lit up, and they all landed on the huge animal skin bag full of one person in Lin Xun's hand.

When looking at Lin Xun's face clearly, many people's eyes showed undisguised greed.

But there are also some people who look back with interest. A thirteen- or four-year-old boy dares to appear here alone with these hundreds of kilograms of animal skin pockets. It is very eye-catching in itself. As long as you are not stupid, you can know that, This boy should be a tough character.

"Stay at the hotel?"

asked the one-eyed giant sitting behind the counter absentmindedly.

"Stay at the hotel."

Lin Xun smiled and nodded.

"Twenty copper coins a night."

The one-eyed giant glanced at Lin Xun, and the moment he finished speaking, it caused a lot of laughter.

"One-eyed dragon, you've started slaughtering customers again? I don't even think about how you lost that eye."

The one-eyed giant ignored these laughter, just looked at Lin Xun, and didn't explain anything from beginning to end.

"it is good."

Lin Xun readily took out twenty copper coins and handed them over, "Where is the room?"

"It's yours tonight."

The one-eyed giant raised his finger and pointed to the corner of the second floor, and then drank lazily with the jug.

Lin Xun smiled: "Thank you."

Turning around and carrying the animal skin bag, he went upstairs.

Seeing Lin Xun's figure walking into the room, a drunk fat man suddenly walked up to the counter and said, "This is a rare little fat sheep, and he has a lot of goods on his body, at least this number."

As he spoke, he stretched out four fingers and gestured in front of the one-eyed giant.

The one-horned giant seemed to be unaware, drinking to himself, before giving the fat man a sidelong glance, and said, "Fatty Xiao, have you been in the Qingyang tribe for almost six years? Rarely do you plan to stay here for the rest of your life?"

Fatty Xiao's face changed suddenly: "What do you mean?"

The one-eyed giant sighed and said, "Listen to me, don't worry about this, that boy is not easy to mess with."

After thinking about it, he added: "No, it's very difficult to mess with."

Fatty Xiao's expression changed, and after a long time he smiled bitterly, "I understand." He turned and left.

The one-eyed giant narrowed his eyes and watched Fatty Xiao walk out of the inn. He had already said that, as to whether the fat man understood, it had nothing to do with him.

The one-horned giant raised his wine glass, looked at the ripples of the amber-colored wine, and murmured, "It's not been peaceful recently..."

...

At the same time, Wu's firm.

As one of the leading firms in the Qingyang tribe, Wu's firm can be said to be rich and powerful, with a solid foundation. The boss behind it is said to be a big man in the city east of the empire.

In the dark of night, the backyard hall of Wu's firm was brightly lit.

Wu Deyong sat on the main seat with a gloomy face and said nothing.

He is the shopkeeper who was sent to the Qingyang tribe to run the business of the Wu family. He is about forty years old. He is in his prime. He is also a member of the Wu family in Donglincheng. A well-known figure.

Below Wu Deyong, there were a group of managers in the firm, all of them were silent at the moment, not daring to make a sound.

"As of today, it has been more than three days since the time limit agreed with Great Deacon Wu Henshui, and so far, no news has been sent back. I wonder what you think of this matter?"

Wu Deyong spoke in a deep voice, breaking the dead silence in the hall.

"It's more than 2,000 miles to go to Feiyun Village. Maybe the Great Deacon may have been delayed for some time on the way. I'm not sure."

Someone said cautiously.

"Humph! Even if something happens, with the careful thought of the Great Deacon, he will definitely send a subordinate to come back to convey the news, but now there is no news at all. Do you think this is normal?"

Wu Deyong frowned and said coldly.

"Treasurer, do you think that something happened to the chief deacon?"

Someone couldn't help but say.

Wu Deyong was silent, his face gloomy as water, obviously he thought so.

At this time, a servant hurriedly entered the hall and said, "Report to the shopkeeper, there is news from the city gate guard that in the evening, a young man riding on Lian Rufeng's scaled horse has entered the Qingyang tribe."

As soon as these words came out, Wu Deyong's eyes lit up, he remembered Lian Rufeng, a guard leader from Feiyun Village.

"Where is the boy now?"

Wu Deyong asked.

"According to the news from the spies, this young man is already living in the Old Crow Inn."

The servant replied quickly.

"There's something wrong with the situation. If this young man was sent back by the Great Deacon to report the letter, he should have come to our Wu's business as soon as possible, but now he went to the Old Crow Inn, which is obviously a bit strange."

A man in the hall frowned and said.

Wu Deyong's eyes flickered, he pondered for a while, then waved his hand: "Send a few people to the Laoya Inn, no matter what method is used, be sure to bring that boy back to me!"

The servants immediately took orders and left.

Wu Deyong thought for a while, then changed the subject and said to everyone present: "Everyone, the three thousand mountains have not been peaceful recently, and many of the top figures from the empire have gathered for a 'peerless treasure'. During this period, you must be careful not to cause any clues, or else something happens, and even I can't save you!"

Everyone nodded solemnly.

They are naturally aware of this matter. In recent days, there have been many unfamiliar faces in the Qingyang tribe, as well as some extremely powerful noble figures. In this case, these local snakes can only keep a low profile.

"Okay, everyone, let's go. When the young man is brought back and asks everything clearly, I will tell you."

Wu Deyong waved.

Things have already become clear, and naturally there is no need to labor and mobilize the public.

The most important thing is that, in Wu Deyong's opinion, he is just a teenager from Feiyun Village, and sending a few people is enough to bring him back easily, without any accident.

...

Laoya Inn, in a room on the second floor.

As soon as Lin Xunfu walked in, he checked around the room and found that there was nothing wrong, so he threw the animal skin bag in his hand into the storage ring.

When he was outside, Lin Xun had to expose the animal skin bag in order to conceal his possession of a storage spirit tool, but now that there is no one there, there is no need to do more.

Just wait until you leave the inn, and then take out the animal skin bag.

"I rode Lian Rufeng's scaled horse into the Qingyang tribe, and I don't know if it was discovered by the Wu firm, but no matter what, this problem must be solved sooner or later."

Lin Xun lay lazily on the bed with Erlang's legs crossed, lost in thought.

He knew that because of Wu Henshui's death, Wu's firm would never let it go. Instead of passively sending them to Feiyun Village to find trouble, it would be better to settle the matter in this Qingyang tribe.

This is also the reason why Lin Xun will swagger and ride Lian Rufeng's scaled horse into the Qingyang tribe, just to make Wu's firm aware of it and attract their attention to himself.

Although this is dangerous, Lin Xun has a plan in his heart, so he won't be nervous about it.

Just when Lin Xun was thinking about this matter, four or five men in gray had already walked into the Old Crow Inn in the dark of night.

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