The passing geese leave their voices, and the passing people leave their names.
After Kuwahara Mountain and his party, Lin Mo and others returned to Qingfeng City, and then they distributed the spoils and received compensation from the major forces.
The Xu family took over the dense land resources in the valley first. Although there were many harvests, there were only a few that could be called real treasures:
One is the forty-three earth treasure scrolls, a diamond mulberry that is very useful for forging the body, the second is the iron ink bamboo that can be used to create sharp weapons and magical weapons, and the last is a Yin attribute treasure called Yin Linghua.
Among them, Yin Linghua was the target of Xu and others from the beginning. After consulting Lin Mo, he saw that Lin Mo didn't need it, so he included it in his bag. Later, King Kong Mulberry and Iron Ink Bamboo, Lin Mo originally wanted to have both.
However, Ruyi and Gu Deshan were unwilling to ask for anything.
In the end, Lin Mo had no choice but to accept it. Before leaving, he gave some private gifts to Sun Xinglie and other close friends, and entrusted them to give them to Li Yuanze, Xu Chengyuan and other friends after returning to Ningyang.
As for the local forces in Qingfeng City such as the Yang family, after he learned the complete story, he did not really speak out, but only took a token amount of resources.
The old man in the felt hat was also generous. He prepared the resources and sent someone to deliver them to his house yesterday.
I don't know if it was to show goodwill, but after that, in the teahouses and taverns that were still open in the city, Lin Mo's voice became more frequent, and his reputation was not as cruel as before.
They all use large strokes of ink to depict him as a native of the county, who would not tolerate the tyranny of outsiders and kill Gu Chongwen angrily. They also focus on his strength, as if to whitewash him.
Although it is a good thing, it is inevitable to include some private information in the publicity process and perform artistic processing to make the story spread faster. Most of these private information, such as the ones I heard today, are unrealistic and cause headaches.
"Now this rumor is getting more and more outrageous." Lin Mo's face looked a little ugly.
It doesn't matter if you can walk since birth, eat a cow for a meal, etc. What the hell is "I love killing people in my dreams"?
He looked at the hall through the window. He was enjoying himself, his face was red, and he was waving his fist vigorously from time to time.
In the end, Zhang Laosan stood up, raised the wooden chair under his buttocks with both hands, and made a mountain-like gesture, as if he was possessed by a real overlord. He couldn't help but shake his head.
"Fame is tiring, but no matter what, a good reputation is better than a bad reputation." Yu Xuanji held up the jade cup and said with a smile.
Inside the jade cup is a slightly bluish-red liquid, exuding a light fragrance, somewhat similar to the fragrance of bamboo after an early morning rain.
It is Qingfeng’s famous Erjin Zui.
"Actually, I don't care too much about this." Lin Mo shook his head and raised his glass to drink together.
It doesn't matter whether others envy him or fear him. He pays more attention to strength than managing reputation. As long as the strength is sufficient, he doesn't need to care about outside opinions.
And when you really need to care, wouldn't it be more satisfying to be killed with one punch?
If conditions permit, he is actually more willing to continue to hide his strength, so that he can better deal with many unexpected situations and is safer.
"You can see clearly." Yu Xuanji shook his head.
Thousands of martial artists in the martial arts world practice in the winter and in the summer, regardless of the cold or the heat, all for the sake of fame and fortune.
When martial arts reaches heaven, isn't it necessary to appear holy in front of others?
He might not believe what others said, but Lin Mo
Yu Xuanji looked at the majestic man sitting opposite him.
Although they had known each other for a few days, he also partially understood his friend's temperament.
It can be roughly summed up as there are many important things in the world, but none of them are important if they have nothing to do with oneself.
He really takes his reputation very lightly. He spends all his time practicing martial arts, or else he is reading a medicine book, doing some drug experiments, and refining elixirs.
Even in medicine, his attainments are not shallow.
Sometimes he also wondered how such a big man could perform such delicate activities so well.
"By the way, there is news about the thing you asked me to find." Yu Xuanji suddenly said.
Lin Mo put down the cup in his hand, with interest on his face.
"It seems that I owe you another favor." He said solemnly, with a somewhat happy tone.
When we returned to our house the day before yesterday, the two had some conversations.
He also knew that Yu Xuanji came to Qingfeng to explore the origin of the plague, so he casually asked if he could get some plague pathogens. Unexpectedly, he didn't refuse, he just said to give it a try, and today there was news.
Yu Xuanji shook his head:
"It's a small matter. Although I don't know why you are looking for that plague, I still want to remind you that if you don't pay attention to it, if it leaks out, it will poison the world and leave corpses everywhere, just like this Qingfeng. You need
Handle with care."
He looked outside the window.
The long and spacious street is very deserted.
Even though the plague receded during this period, there were still very few people walking on the streets. There were only tall and strong warriors and soldiers carrying wooden buckets and pouring charcoal for disinfection.
This is a natural disaster and this is a human disaster.
People like Sun Fu and his family are just the tip of the iceberg, and there are almost many people who are even worse.
Lin Mo nodded, with the same solemn tone, "Don't worry, I don't have to, I'm just practicing."
"After a while, after the things are in my hands, I will send someone to Dayan Mountain to meet you."
"By the way, what are your plans in the future?" Yu Xuanji asked.
"I have no plans. I will go back to Dayan Mountain later." Lin Mo replied.
The purpose of his coming here is the Huangxuan Essence Stone and the Poisonous Law [Epidemic]. Now that they are all located, he naturally leaves and goes to work. When he returns to the Lin family, practicing and hunting every day is not more comfortable than anything else?
"Speaking of Dayan Mountain, what are you planning to do in the future?" Yu Xuanji poured half a glass of wine into his and Lin Mo's cups, took a sip, and continued to ask as if nothing had happened.
"Which aspect are you referring to?" Lin Mo raised his glass, a little confused.
"Of course it's a family matter." Yu Xuanji sighed lightly.
Lin Mo shook his head and laughed at himself: "What can we do? Stay on the mountain first until you are strong enough, then go down the mountain if you have any complaints or revenge."
If your destiny is not enough, then you should be a grandmaster; if you are not a grandmaster, then you should be a great grandmaster.
He was confident that if he practiced slowly, he would sooner or later reach the state where Da Zhou was willing and could only reason, but he was not in a hurry.
Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Zuoyu Xuanji frowned and said, "Do you know that in this situation, if something hadn't happened to Huaiping, the largest boundary in the state, Luojia Mountain,
With so much firepower drawn, the county government may have sent a large army to encircle and suppress Lin Yu."
"." Lin Mo looked at Yu Xuanji, a little unsure of what he wanted to say.
"Staying in the mountains is indeed a long-term solution. You must know that there are many people with different ideas in the world, but there are only a few uprising forces. This can explain the problem.
If you are willing, I have connections and can help you Lin make peace, for example"
He was silent for a moment, put the cup gently on the table, and looked at the man sitting opposite him, "...such as recruiting people."
Lin Mo was startled and suddenly smiled, "I didn't expect you to be so energetic.
This is a trick. Then tell me, what kind of trick is it?"
"I'm not sure yet, I'll have to ask someone to ask, but what I'm sure of is that this is the best choice for both Lin and you."
Lin Mo's smile disappeared and he was speechless.
He looked at the clear wine in the glass, which reflected his angular face, and his brows were slightly furrowed, like a clamped lock.
At this moment, a gust of wind happened to blow by, blowing away the frown of the man in the image.
"This matter is of great importance. Let's discuss it later." Lin Mo smiled bitterly and said, "Anyway, thank you for this."
Yu Xuanji waved his hand, indicating that nothing happened, "You can discuss it with your uncle when you go back, and I will try my best to deal with it."
Lin Mo nodded.
After coming out of Tianhuayuan, Lin Mo said goodbye to Yu Xuanji.
He did not elaborate on his whereabouts, but mentioned some trivial matters, and then handed him a tube of something called a worm to contact him.
The method of use is that when the daughter insects sing, the mother insects will also chirp, and the two will run to the same place, similar to a locator.
However, it can be closed automatically. Just put it in a dark place to make it fall asleep, and then wake it up when contacted. It is very strange.
Lin Mo also carefully considered Yu Xuanji's proposal.
If the identity problem could be truly solved, everything would be easily solved, but his intuition told him that things would not be that simple.
And taking ten thousand steps back, even if it can be solved, so many times, doesn't it mean that everything Lin's family has done before is meaningless? It's like a farce?
He thought of the angry clan members at the clan meeting before leaving, and could not imagine what their expressions would be like if they were recruited.
A broken mirror will never be reunited.
Recruitment, what kind of security? I'm holding back my anger, if I get recruitment, will I really be able to live in peace?
Lin Mo shook his head and looked at several carriages parked outside the house, as well as Lu Zizhong and others who were packing supplies.
Sometimes everyone understands the truth, but they prefer not to understand it at all.
In accordance with the epidemic prevention decree, two large cordons were set up outside Qingfeng City to register the origins of people entering the city and isolate those leaving the city.
However, the situation has improved recently. There have been no cases for several days, and the dense land has ended, and many people in the community are preparing to leave. Due to two reasons, they have relaxed a lot and only need to register.
But on this day, the night was dark and the bright moon was hanging high. Outside the two horse tunnels, the soldiers responsible for keeping watch were waiting with torches.
At this time in the past, most people wanted to run out of the city. Although the ban is not so strict now, for ordinary people, entry and exit are still strict.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by, and the rows of soldiers felt as if the earth was shaking. Their bodies swayed at the same time, and then the torches in their hands went out with a puff.
It almost caused a roar in the camp and caused a lot of panic.
Liehe Martial Arts Hall is located in the corner of Guangyi Street near the east city gate, but it is right next to the Yang clan land in Qingfeng City.
An old man wearing a green shirt and a goat's beard walked towards the backyard of the martial arts hall with a calm face, holding a sea fishing document he got from nowhere.
Although the span of his steps was not large, the distance between each step was two or three feet, and the night was hazy. To ordinary people, he could only feel a gust of wind blowing by, and then disappear.
In the backyard of the martial arts hall, there is an exquisite house with the door open.
Ye Zhengyuan sat at the table, the flames flickering in some old oil lamps.
Through the light, you can see that there are not many objects on the table, including some old felt hats, a blood-stained silver whip, a clean and brand-new trident, and a wine flask with only half left in it.
This old man is in his sixties or seventies. Since he started practicing martial arts at the age of sixteen, he has given up drinking and lusting after women, and has only devoted himself to practicing martial arts. Finally, he spent half his life to make the Liehe martial arts school, which was originally only a third-rate, reach the top.
Qingfeng is first class.
It's just that for some reason, he had quit drinking for so many years. These days, he wanted to drink surprisingly. He had obviously forgotten the taste of the food, but he still wanted to taste it.
'It doesn't taste very good. It's a little spicy and a little bitter, so it's not worth it!'
It's so spicy that it can block your nasal cavity, and it's so bitter that it can make your heart feel sour, the old man said with a smile.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by, and a green shadow appeared in the courtyard. The old man who was about to continue pouring wine stopped and his eyes became sharp.
The old man in green shirt calmly walked into the house as if he were at home, sat down opposite him, and muttered:
"Ye Zhengyuan of Liehe Martial Arts School?"
The old man smiled, said nothing, and poured himself a drink.
I don't know if it was because he hadn't been exposed to alcohol for too long, but the alcohol was obviously not too strong, but his face turned red.
Seeing this attitude, the old man in green shirt did not get angry, and continued in a calm tone:
"I want to know how strong that junior named Lin Junmo is and what methods he has."
The old man who originally wanted to drink was suddenly stunned, suddenly laughed wildly, and slammed the wine bowl on the table. A few drops of the wine in it even splashed onto the face of the old man in green shirt.
The expression of the old man in green shirt became more and more dangerous, but his tone was still calm:
"When my Gu family genius dies, I have no interest or time to spend with you. Someone has to pay the price. If you don't tell me, I will kill everyone in this small martial arts school and let you taste the pain.
."
"Besides, I don't think it's worth it for someone I meet by chance." The old man softened his tone slightly and looked outside the house.
"Before I came here, I saw a young man who looked similar to you. He is still practicing boxing. He is talented and hardworking. He is considered a good prospect."
He seemed to have something on his mind.
Ye Zhengyuan smiled even happier and stood up slowly.
This old man, who is over 60 or 70 years old, is still strong and strong. Although he has long hair, he is as energetic as an old lion.
"Yes, if someone dies, someone must pay the price." He was saying to himself.
After saying that, he looked down at the person sitting opposite him with invincible eyes, "I met that person by chance, but he did something that I wanted to do but couldn't do or dare not do. I think it was worth it."
As for the young man who came after him, he did not mention it.
The face of the old man in green shirt has turned ugly.
Ye Zhengyuan took a deep breath and gently touched the trident and the worn-out silver whip on the table. His face was indifferent and he said softly: "I have been to the surging rivers in Taihuai and Huaizhou. The river flows eastward and looks like the sky.
When I came up, I was lucky enough to see her; I also saw the most beautiful woman in the world, her beauty was shining and her heroic spirit was full of beauty, but she didn't retain it."
"You! Are! Looking for! Death!" The old man in green shirt choked out four words through his teeth, exuding air that was as cold as bone-chilling bones.
The fiery energy and blood began to surge crazily, and the surging energy directly broke the silence of the night.
boom!
I saw a thick bloody wolf smoke across the sky.
After ten breaths, the smoke dissipated.
The old man in green shirt walked out of the house with a gloomy look on his face. His right arm that originally held the document hung down weakly, and his body became a little staggering.
He looked at the few houses with lights still on, and a stern look flashed in his eyes.
But just as he was about to move forward, suddenly a man in armor walked out of the shadows, staring at him expressionlessly.
The old man in green clothes groaned, like an anxious wolf, glared at the soldier fiercely, and disappeared into the night like lightning.
The soldier pursed his lips, said nothing, and strode forward to the house.
In the room, a white-haired old man was half-kneeling on the ground, his blood-stained trident rolled to the side, and he was holding a worn-out silver whip in his hand.
Zhou Houchen, who originally didn't think much of people from these wealthy martial arts schools, looked at the unfinished wine flask on the table and drank silently from the half-empty wine bowl.
It didn't take long for him to finish drinking.
Finally he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something to the dead man on the ground, but after a few muttered words, he didn't say anything.