Chapter 76 The Eve of Destruction

Chapter 76 The Eve of Destruction

Chapter 76 The Eve of Destruction
Fifteenth.

"Zhang Liyu is Zhang Yu?"

"Yes, Zhang Yu is Zhang Liyu."

"Which one is the real name?"

"In the martial arts world, it is hard to tell the real from the fake, let alone the name."

The room is quietly decorated. On the wall are paintings of the Four Gentlemen - pine, bamboo, plum and orchid - in all their graceful glory. There are also many scrolls in the porcelain vases and a number of scraps in the painting baskets. It is obvious that the owner of this room is well versed in painting.

"My godfather no longer trusts me."

"It's not all Dad's fault. You said that in just a few months, someone's martial arts skills have improved by leaps and bounds, and even you are no match for him?"

The man sat at the table, looking somewhat depressed.

He wore a brand new brocade robe and a jade hairpin on his head. Every time they met, he would take a bath and change his clothes, trying his best to leave a good impression on his sweetheart.

"It's hard to predict the fate of this world. Maybe he was hiding his weakness on the stage that day, or maybe he had a fortuitous encounter."

The woman turned her back to the man and walked to the portrait of the Four Gentlemen. There was a sword on the wooden stand below. She sneered and thought to herself, "A fake name? Hiding his incompetence? Sure enough, he lost on purpose that day!"

He looked at the woman's back, his tone full of expectation: "Youlan, shall we leave the Dragon Scale Club immediately?"

"Leaving the Dragon Scale Society?"

"Qingfeng Village is pressing forward step by step. My foster father is in urgent need of an expert to take charge. He may marry you to the Songshan Sect in advance."

"If we just leave, what will happen to Daddy?"

"Ugh."

Peng Canghu sighed silently in his heart.

After destroying the Wild Wolf Gang and killing his old enemy Zhao Laodao, Lin Kun seemed like a different person. He became suspicious and indecisive, and no longer had the courage to fight to the death.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that as a gang, this dragon had lost its spirit and was only half a shell left.

The most correct thing to do at this time is undoubtedly to jump off the broken boat.

He thought so too, but his heart seemed to be pulled by a string and he couldn't leave.

From the glimpse of Lin Youlan that he caught under the ring five years ago, his life of more than a decade of wandering seemed to have a direction.

After that, everything he did in the Dragon Scale Society was to get closer to her.

God helps those who work hard. On the eve of her engagement with Zhong Zhen of Songshan School, Lin Youlan finally found him and confessed her feelings.

She slowly sat down at the table, her eyes burning, "Brother Canghu, as long as you kill Zhang Yu and eliminate the threat of the Dragon Scale Society, I will go with you, wander around the world from now on, and never care about the grudges in the Pingyang martial arts world again."

"it is good!"

Peng Canghu knew that he was no match for Zhang Yu at this time, but when he saw Lin Youlan's expectant eyes, he couldn't help but nodded.

"I feel relieved when you are here, Brother Cang Hu."

Lin Youlan looked at that unusual face, and a barely perceptible look of disgust flashed across her eyes.

In the lobby of the Dragon Scale Club.

Lin Kun looked at the gilded wooden plaque with the words "Dragons Soaring Across the Seas".

That day, the leader of the Five Mountains Alliance, Zuo Lengchan, personally met him and wrote down four words as a gift. After returning, he carved them on a plaque and hung it in Longlin Hall. All the prominent figures in the Pingyang martial arts world came to congratulate him. What a glorious time it was.

Zhang He walked in from outside, looking depressed: "Foster father, several friendly sects in the city are unwilling to help."

Hearing this, Lin Kun angrily said, "As fellow warriors, it is our duty to help each other! What do they say?"

"The leaders of the Great Sword Sect and the Fast Fist Martial Arts School said that they only have a few dozen disciples, and their martial arts skills are very low. Lending them all to us will be useless and will only cost us lives."

"The Yuantong Escort Agency and the Liu Family Caravan said that they are just doing business and cannot offend anyone, let alone actively get involved in disputes."

"The Iron Fist Society...has never seen any of our people."

Lin Kun laughed in anger: "Okay, you all think that the Dragon Scale Society is finished! You don't want to have anything to do with us."

Zhang He was a little panicked: "What should I do then?"

Lin Kun walked up to Zhang He and took out a letter: "Go to Songshan Sect in person, find Mr. Zhong, and give him this letter. Also tell him that if you can help the Lin family survive this disaster, I will give the Dragon Scale Society's century-old foundation as Youlan's dowry."

The Dragon Scale Society is not only his life's work, but also the foundation established by three generations of the Lin family.

He would never be willing to make such concessions unless it was absolutely necessary.

After Zhang He left, Lin Kun sat there for half a day, feeling that the sun was setting very quickly. When he came to his senses, it was already dark. He walked quickly to the outside of Longlin Hall and looked up. There was no moon tonight.

"It's raining."

In the south of the city, there is a private house.

The man in black stood in front of the window holding a sword. Raindrops fell on the windowsill and splashed on his face, feeling cool.

Five hundred meters away, there is a tall courtyard wall, where the lights are bright as day.

"Sir, it's raining. Will we proceed as usual tonight?"

Zhao Xia came over.

Zhang Yu nodded: "Wait and see!" Half a quarter of an hour later, footsteps were heard, and after checking the secret code, a group of people came in.

They are all wanderers from the martial arts world who have recently joined Qingfeng Village. Among them, the one with the highest martial arts skills is a swordsman named Xie Jia.

They were carrying heavy cloth bundles, nine in total, piled in the middle of the room.

Nine heads.

Nine letters.

The swordsman in the bamboo hat was covered in mud and water. He clasped his hands and said, "The village leader is right. In addition to Zhang He, Lin Kun also sent out eight letters."

The eight people secretly left the city in different directions, but as long as they went to Songshan, they would eventually have to pass through Tangshui Ferry, which was a hundred miles away.

Xie Jia led a group of experts and was ordered to wait there, and they successively killed nine messengers of the Dragon Scale Society.

"After this, Qingfeng Village will set up a new team to specialize in assassinations, and you will be the deputy leader..."

Xie Jia was overjoyed and said, "Thank you, Village Chief!"

Zhang Yu looked at the dozens of people standing densely in the room.

"Everyone is here, follow the plan."

At midnight, the evening drizzle only lasted for half an hour and had long since stopped.

The lights in the Dragon Scale Society were still bright, but the disciples on duty looked a little sleepy. They listlessly held lanterns and patrolled around the mansion in groups of three or five, carrying swords.

Especially Lin Kun’s residence, which was protected by at least sixty people.

The two hundred people left now are all the confidants cultivated by the Dragon Scale Society over the years. Half of those who had recently defected fled after the news of the disastrous defeat in Yunwu Mountain spread, and many more fled after the turmoil last night.

The world of Jianghu is so real.

"Someone!"

In an instant, the gong sounded loudly.

A team of disciples were patrolling the west courtyard stable when they suddenly saw six men in black climbing over the wall and the two sides immediately started fighting.

"Don't bother! Go set the fire."

Upon hearing this, one of the men in black holding a steel fork threw the jar of pine oil he was carrying into the shed where hay was stored, starting a fire. Dozens of horses were frightened and fled in all directions, dragging down the stable with their reins. The fire then became even bigger and had a tendency to spread.

The leading man in black saw that his goal had been achieved and that the reinforcements from the Dragon Scale Society were about to arrive, so he swept the steel fork outwards to force away the enemy in front of him.

"Brothers, withdraw!"

Those people in black were quite skilled in martial arts and they climbed over the wall in an instant and disappeared into the night.

At the same time, many places were attacked and fires broke out on all sides.

The disciples of the Dragon Scale Society were running around trying to put out fires, and the place was in chaos.

With a loud bang, a big hole was split open on the roof of Longlin Hall by an axe. Broken rafters and tiles fell into the hall, leaving a big hole.

Three men in black fell from the sky and landed steadily on the ground.

At this time, the disciples were either gathering in the backyard to protect Lin Kun, or busy putting out fires everywhere. Only two disciples on duty were left in Longlin Hall, and they died under the swords and axes as soon as they met.

Zhang Yu glanced at the imposing lobby and chuckled, "Let's get started."

"it is good!"

Xie Jia carried two large sacks and took out nine human heads and five deer heads, and arranged them in order on the Dragon Scale Hall.

"It does coincide with the number nine and five."

"Nine Five is the Dragon."

"The dragon's head has been severed, and its scales will perish. This is destined by heaven."

Xie Jia read a few books, glanced at his masterpiece, and couldn't help but say.

Zhang Yu glanced at it and smiled. He was so nosy just to create a terrifying atmosphere and make Lin Kun lose his composure, so that he could complete the task of destroying the Dragon Scale Society at the lowest cost. This was also the method used by the Sun and Moon Divine Cult.

"Dragon soars all over the world!"

Zhao Xia looked at the gilded wooden plaque in the lobby, and thought of how Zhao Laodao had died tragically at the hands of the despicable people from the Dragon Scale Society, and he was suddenly filled with grief and indignation.

She stepped on her left foot, gathered the energy in her dantian, and leapt five or six meters into the air.

The long axe hit the wooden plaque, the word "dragon" split into two sides, and the whole plaque fell off.

"Lin Kun, you old thief, I swear to chop off your head!"

Zhang Yu walked slowly behind her and wanted to pat the woman's shoulder to comfort her, but due to the height of the two, he had to tiptoe slightly, so he had to give up.

He put down his outstretched hand and whispered, "Let Lin Kun live one more day!"

Zhao Xia turned to look at him, his eyes reddened: "If it weren't for you, sir, I don't know when I could avenge my father."

Zhang Yu smiled and said, "If it weren't for you and the brothers of the Wild Wolf Gang, I wouldn't be able to take over the Black Wind Village alone, and I wouldn't have the foundation I have today."

The three of them walked out of the lobby and easily left the Dragon Scale Society without encountering many enemies.

(End of this chapter)