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The leader Lin Que, four helmsmen, and dozens of key members of the gang were all killed, leaving only a group of followers. How could the Jinghong Gang not be angry?
The Jinshui River was in a state of panic, and all passing ships were inspected and harassed.
The prefect of Nanyang City had to step in to appease the people, and only then did the Jinghong Gang calm down.
"There may be some aftermath in secret." Chen Mu thought with a little worry.
"It's better to just stay at home and improve your proficiency." Isn't it just staying at home?
"Let's see what we've gained this time."
A string of difficult spells was recited.
Black smoke filled the air, and a black lacquered wooden box half a meter long and as high as a forearm appeared on the table.
He brought it from the White Tiger Hall ship five days ago.
The wooden box came from a luxurious cabin with exquisite decoration and was most likely part of Lin Que's private collection.
I have been busy renting a house and moving these days, and haven't had time to check it carefully.
When the wooden box was opened, a stack of silver bills first caught my eye.
"Thirteen thousand two hundred taels!" Chen Mu took a breath of cold air.
He had never seen so many banknotes.
Lingsha Pills and Qingfeng Powder can bring him about 300 taels of silver every month. Even if he doesn't eat, drink or spend, he will have to save it for four years!
"Get rich."
Chen Mu put away the banknote and continued to flip through it.
Three fist-sized white porcelain bottles, a gray stone the size of a pineapple, two account books, and seven property deeds.
The ledger is useless.
The property deeds include three shops and four houses.
"Maybe we can let Jiejia handle the discount." This old man has many channels and ways, he can definitely handle this kind of dirty stuff.
He didn't dare open the three fist-sized white porcelain bottles rashly, for fear that they might contain some volatile poison.
Put it into a sealed compartment in the Five Ghosts Bag, and control the ghost paper man to open the cork.
The two bottles contained the same thing, a red pill the size of a grape, ten pills in each bottle, and the function was unknown.
Another bottle contained six peanut-sized brown pills, also of unknown origin.
Chen Mu poured out one pill each and placed them on the table.
Gently fan the air, and a faint smell of medicine wafts in.
The keen sense of smell given by pharmacy allowed him to make a rough guess about the two pills.
"Red focuses on replenishing Qi and blood. Could it be a tonic for nourishing the soul?" Chen Mu's eyes lit up.
It is difficult to nourish the soul. The secret medicine is controlled by the Daliang royal family and the noble families.
The independent people in the martial arts world were also forced to come up with various solutions.
Chen Mu himself used medicine to prepare nutritious milk. There are always capable people who can figure out ways to strengthen qi and blood.
“The Red Pill might be one of them.”
“There should be many similar tonics.”
Chen Mu decided immediately: "I must collect them if I have the chance."
As long as he could find one or two samples, he could deduce and imitate them through pharmacy, and they would become his soul nourishment.
The brown pill is much simpler.
He sniffed and tasted it carefully, and he had figured out about 70% of the recipe.
But the more he thought about it, the weirder Chen Mu's expression became.
"Ancient version of the blue pill?"
Good guy!
"Lin Que looks so majestic and powerful, but I didn't expect that..."
The medicinal effect is mild, it strengthens the body, generates yang energy, and does not harm the body. It is a good stuff!
"It's a pity that I can't use it."
"Well... sell it to Jie Jia? Yes, sell it to Jie Jia! His hair is all white, he will definitely need it!" Chen Mu smiled and put away the medicine bottle.
Finally, take a look at the gray stone.
"The mineral that Lin Que put into the wooden box must be some kind of precious mineral."
"Put it away and think about it when you have time."
……
On the bank of Jinshui River, at Changrui Wharf in Nanyang Prefecture, inside the ship of the headquarters of Jinghong Gang.
The leader of the Jinghong Gang, Jin Wuduan, sat at the head.
The fat face always had a kind smile on it, but the unruly men sitting on both sides of the table dared not even breathe.
Jin Wuduan looks like a wealthy businessman, but his strength ranks among the top three in Nanyang Prefecture.
It is because of the existence of this master that the Jinghong Gang has been able to firmly occupy the Jinshui River.
There was a tray on the coffee table next to him, with a dagger on it.
Jin Wu rubbed the broken part of his finger and said, "Good swordsmanship."
"Zhuyi Pavilion does not admit to killing Lin Que." An old man in his fifties on the left side said respectfully.
"Yeah. Zhuyi Pavilion doesn't have anyone who is good at using a sword." Jin Wuduan nodded.
"Zhuyi Pavilion also said that Lin Que attacked the Zhuyi Pavilion stronghold without any reason, and asked us to give an explanation." The thin old man continued.
"Don't pay attention to him." Jin Wuduan waved his hand nonchalantly: "I will go to Zhang Qinghe in person to have a good talk."
The expressions of many hall masters were suddenly stern.
Zhang Qinghe is the head of the Zhuyi Pavilion in Nanyang Prefecture and one of the three great masters of Nanyang Prefecture.
If the two meet, I'm afraid it will be a fierce fight!
This dispute will have an immeasurable impact on the Jinghong Gang and Nanyang Prefecture.
"Lin Que attacked Zhuyi Pavilion for his own selfish interests, and his death was his own fault." Jin Wuduan smiled.
"But after all, I am the leader of the Jinghong Gang."
"I'll help him sort out the mess at Zhuyi Pavilion."
"In addition, a reward is being issued. Ten thousand taels for any clues to Lin Que's death. Twenty thousand taels for finding the murderer. Fifty thousand taels for his head."
Jin Wuduan's smile faded, and he looked at the many hall masters one by one: "Go back and rectify the gang rules, restrain your subordinates, and don't do anything wrong."
"An important figure will arrive soon, Nanyang Prefecture cannot be in chaos!"
"Yes!"
All the hall masters bowed and responded.
Zuo Sheng, who was sitting at the end, also clasped his fist in agreement.
Thinking about the high reward just now, I couldn't help but be tempted.
Thinking back to the tragic scene on the White Tiger Hall ship, Zuo Sheng frowned.
Iron lotus seeds are shot and short swords are stabbed.
He was too familiar with this scene.
This is how Taoist Qianshan of Qingshan County died.
He couldn't help but think of the encounter that night.
"Brother, you have done such a great thing, but it really makes it difficult for me."
He wanted a high bounty, but he was secretly afraid.
As soon as Lin Que sent someone to keep an eye on him, he was met with a fierce counterattack from the other side.
The White Tiger Hall was destroyed without any scruples, and Zuo Sheng was frightened by such reckless behavior.
"Forget it, let's not mess with this evil star." Zuo Sheng couldn't help but shake his head: "Rather than doing that, it's better to think about how to benefit from the White Tiger Hall."
He turned to look at the dark-faced burly man who was also sitting at the end opposite him.
Zhang Ye, former leader of the Bailang Gang in Qingshan County and current leader of the White Tiger Hall, is a lucky man that everyone envies.
All the elite members of the White Tiger Hall were killed, and a general was picked from the short men. Zhang Ye became the leader of the hall without knowing it.
Even Zuo Sheng couldn't help but feel jealous.
“The opponent also comes from Qingshan County and is not strong enough and needs external assistance. If we can unite with him now…” Zuo Sheng narrowed his eyes and smiled.
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 67 Difficulty
Nanyang Prefecture, Shanglinfang.
There is an octagonal pavilion on the west side of the spacious courtyard, surrounded by an artificially dug pond.
The pool is connected to the Luo River not far away through an underground passage and flows slowly.
The water quality is excellent and clear, and you can occasionally see fish swimming around at the bottom of the water.
Chen Mu was wearing a gray gown and his hair was tied up with gray cloth.
He sat on a bench at the edge of the pavilion, with his back against the pillar, his right leg resting on his left knee.
Then he held his right foot and gestured.
After picking his right foot and then his left foot, Chen Mu sighed, "Courage is hard to cultivate."