poor family prodigal

"Ok!"

The guards, Old Fourteen and Old Seventeen, nodded.

"what!"

Suddenly, a shrill scream came from the yard.

"There is a situation!"

Wu Ling rushed towards the courtyard wall on horseback, stepped on the horse's back as he approached and rolled over.

The two of them quickly jumped in!

The courtyard is brightly lit and there are lanterns everywhere.

"Boss Xu, I feel something is wrong. We still won't earn this money!"

A man carrying a black knife full of gaps glanced at his surroundings for reminder.

"Ding Shisan, don't let your motherfucking cool down. Rich families have a lot of money, so what's the matter with having too many lights!"

The leading masked man waved his long knife: "Brothers are all here, this fat meat must be eaten."

The other masked men had fierce and determined eyes.

Ding Shisan muttered: "Don't blame me for not warning you. The atmosphere here is very wrong. It's like being ambushed during a war. If you are not afraid of death, go ahead."

"ambush?"

The leading masked man was startled, and a group of people stopped and looked around cautiously!

"Fire arrows!"

Afraid that the thieves would escape, Guo Liang hid in the dark and fired the crossbow arrows directly.

Whoosh...

Five crossbow arrows are flying!

"what……"

The five masked men fell to the ground and howled miserably, while the other masked men fled in fear!

"Don't fucking run away. There are only a few of them. If they rush forward, their bows and arrows will be useless!"

The leading masked man rushed forward, and the other masked men followed.

Ding Shisan also bravely rushed over.

The last mission failed, the whole team died, and he was the only one to escape!

It was a huge blow to his reputation, and now no one is looking for him to work.

As a last resort, I had no choice but to join the Tiger Hall and continue to earn a living in this industry.

This is his first battle in the Tiger Hall.

Whoosh...

Guo Liang led five people, retreated in an orderly manner, and fired crossbows at the same time!

After experiencing Daqingling, Yixiantian, and ambushes outside the city, the psychological quality of the young people has changed.

Now when encountering a fight, I will never panic again!

I have been training with crossbows these days, and my accuracy has been greatly improved.

"what……"

Another five masked men fell to the ground and howled miserably!

When the other masked men saw this, they immediately scattered and fled, never daring to pursue him again!

hiss!

The leading masked man gasped, rolled over and hid behind a big tree and shouted: "Ding Shisan, have you ever been on the battlefield, have you ever seen an arrow that shoots so fast!"

In just a few breaths, ten of the thirty-man team fell down.

At this speed, they would all be shot to death before they could catch up!

"no!"

Ding Shisan also felt numb and said: "This is not a bow and arrow, nor a crossbow. The arrow is shot too fast, as if there is no need to nock the arrow."

The masked man gritted his teeth and said, "Is there any way to deal with it?"

Ding Shisan glanced around: "First put out the lanterns and spread out everyone. If they can't see clearly, they won't be able to aim and shoot accurately!"

"As expected of someone who has fought in a war, his damn brain is so easy to use, turn off the light!"

The leading masked man swung out his knife and smashed a lantern, and the yard darkened!

The other masked men followed suit, and soon the yard became dark!

"retreat!"

Unable to aim, Guo Liang did not panic, waved his hand and retreated.

"Chase!"

A group of masked men chased into the inner courtyard and met another group of masked men!

Their losses were even more severe, with only half of the original thirty-man team remaining.

Two teams of thirty-five people gathered around the brightly lit inner courtyard, not daring to step inside.

In the yard, Wang Yuan had his hands behind his back, and Hu Mengying stood next to him.

On both sides were Guo Liang and Guo Qiang, who were carrying strange crossbows, as well as Da Hu and Er Hu wearing black armor.

"It's them!"

When he saw Wang Yuan and the two figures in black armor, Ding Shisan couldn't laugh or cry.

Why did he meet them again? This didn't stop him from being a gangster properly.

"Big tiger, two tigers!"

As soon as the thief stopped, Wang Yuan waved.

Dahu and Erhu, wearing black armor, drew out their Tang knives and rushed out.

"We are afraid of using crossbows; if you do it, you are seeking death! Brothers, chop him to death for me... ah, you!"

The leading masked man yelled, and suddenly the tip of a knife pierced his lower abdomen. Severe pain arose the next moment. He turned to look at Ding Shisan who had done it, with a look of disbelief on his face.

"Ding Shisan, kill the boss! Brothers, chop this traitor to death!"

A group of masked men were shocked and drew their swords to chop down Ding Shisan.

Ding Shisan drew out the black knife, wrapped his head around his head, and swung the long knife in a circle.

This sudden scene shocked Dahu, Erhu, and Wang Yuan's group in the inner courtyard. They didn't know why these people, who were well, suddenly killed each other.

"What are you two bastards doing? Come here and help!"

More than ten people besieged him, all of whom were good practitioners. Ding Shisan was helpless.

"Uncle Thirteen!"

Upon hearing this familiar voice, Dahu and Erhu reacted and immediately joined the battlefield!

The two men were dressed in black armor and had tang knives that cut iron like mud. They entered the scene like tigers among sheep.

Click, click...

Plop, plop...

A long knife was cut off, and the masked men fell to the ground one by one, and screams could be heard.

Just after a moment of fighting, the remaining thirty masked men were immediately killed and their courage was broken.

Everyone broke up and ran towards the way they came.

Dahu and Erhu chased after him with their swords in hand.

But before the two of them took action, the masked man in front fell down like wheat.

A ball of dazzling sword light rolled around, killing all thirty people in an instant.

The light of the sword disappeared, revealing a young man in civilian clothes with a temperament as gentle as jade!

Wang Yuan narrowed his eyes and noticed from a distance that the young man was holding a Tang Dao!

The young man seemed to sense something. He looked up at Wang Yuan, his eyes lit up and he stepped forward.

"Who are you and what do you want to do?"

Dahu and Erhu's expressions changed, and they hurriedly blocked the front, their muscles all tense.

This man was extremely dangerous, and the feeling he brought to them was even stronger than when their father inspired murderous intent!

Ding Shisan said quickly: "Dahu, Erhu, please don't be rude, this is the young commander of the Black Armored Army!"

Smiling at Dahu and Erhu, Wu Ling walked straight to Wang Yuan, clasped his fists and bowed his head in salute: "Wu Ling, son of Wu Mu, has met Mr. Mingtan. Thank you sir for writing lyrics for my father at the Dinglongtai Poetry Club."

Wang Yuan sidestepped and said, "Young Marshal, there is no need to be polite. To be honest, I also admire Mourinho, but those words were really not made for Mourinho!"

Wu Ling shook his head and said seriously: "No matter who the sir was thinking of writing the lyrics, with the words 'Yi Wu Mu', that famous poem will be passed down through the ages, and people will think of my father when they read it. You deserve this gift!"

Wang Yuan changed the topic: "The young marshal came here tonight just to say thank you!"

"There's one more thing. Let's talk about it later. Let's deal with these first!"

Pointing to the courtyard, Wu Ling turned around and frowned: "Ding Shisan, why did you get involved with these people? What is going on?"

Ding Shisan said with a mournful face: "Back to Young Marshal, there are rumors outside that Mr. Mingtan sold three magic weapons for [-] taels of gold at the Dinglongtai Poetry Festival, and all the gangs in the city are targeting him. , the same goes for my newly joined Tiger Hall, if I knew Mr. Mingtan was him, I wouldn’t do this even if I were killed, I can’t afford to embarrass this man!”

Wu Ling frowned and said coldly: "No matter who you are, you shouldn't do such a sinful thing!"

Ding Shisan raised his head and said: "Young Marshal, since the old Marshal was killed by the imperial court, I don't care about any nonsense about good or evil, good or bad. You can say that I am harming the world, or that I am embarrassing the Black Armored Army. Anyway, As long as I don't eat from the imperial court, I'm willing to do anything."

"you……"

Wu Ling didn't know what to say.

Since their father was beheaded, many black-armored soldiers have lost their faith and have done anything!

Seeing these people, he felt sad and helpless.

Especially Ding Shisan, who makes some money by licking blood with his sword head, and gives some of it to him on weekdays, and most of it is used to support the orphans of the Black Armored Army.

Wang Yuan changed the subject: "Uncle Thirteen, are there many gangs in the city?"

Being targeted by these three religions and nine streams, one must understand them in order to be on guard.

"Well, there are many! The so-called gangs are organizations at the bottom who work hard to keep warm. Those who scoop rice are called rice gangs; those who transport salt are called salt gangs; those who dump excrement are called Yexiangmen! There are also those who run waterways, They are called caobang; those who transport goods through mountain roads are called horse gangs..."

Ding Shisan smiled bitterly: "There are many types of gangs, almost one for each gang. Most of them do hard work, no different from ordinary people who work on the land.

Only a few, like the Tiger Hall, the Blood Wolf Gang, and the Salt Gang, controlled a lot of industries, raised a lot of thugs, attached themselves to dignitaries, and occasionally did some dirty work for them.

Among them, the Salt Gang is dependent on the Yang family. This time it seems that they took the initiative to find the Black Tiger Hall and the Blood Wolf Gang, saying that you have a lot of golden tickets! "

"It's the Yang family again!"

Wang Yuan's eyes darkened, he looked at Dahu and said, "Take someone to tidy up the yard!"

Dahu and Erhu led a group of people and began to clean up the corpses in the courtyard, and those who were hit by crossbow arrows began to take care of themselves.

Bows and crossbows are contraband for the imperial court and private individuals are not allowed to possess them, so they cannot be left alive!

Wu Ling also asked his two personal guards, Lao Shi[-] and Lao Seventeen, to help.

Wang Yuan waved his hand and walked into the room: "I don't know, young commander, what else do you want?"

Wu Ling went straight to the point: "I would like to ask Mr. Mingtan if he has mastered a better method of making steel!"

He has in-depth research on ordnance smelting and manufacturing.

I didn't believe Wang Yuan's talk about forging magic weapons at Dinglongtai that day.

Wang Yuan narrowed his eyes: "If so, what does the young commander want to do?"

Wu Ling said seriously: "If so, I would like to ask someone to recommend you to join the Ministry of Industry, to forge magic weapons for Daye soldiers, repel Daye's enemies from all directions, and restore peace to the world!"

Wang Yuan was stunned for a long time: "I really didn't expect that you are still thinking about the court now!"

"Yes, the imperial court killed my father and imprisoned me, my mother, my siblings! I have ten thousand reasons not to serve the imperial court."

Wu Ling's eyes rolled in pain: "But before my father was executed, he made me swear an oath not to have any second thoughts about the court. He asked me to inherit his legacy and fight for peace in the world!"

My father made great contributions, but was arbitrarily convicted by the court and eventually executed!

As a son, how could he not hate him, but he did not dare to show resentment or rebellion, otherwise his mother, brother, and sister would all die without a burial place.

Wang Yuan shook his head and said: "I don't have a better way to make steel, and I don't plan to go to the Ministry of Industry!"

The education of ministers in this era is that if the king wants his ministers to die, they must die!

He admired the conduct of some loyal ministers but did not agree with their practices.

"I know this request is too presumptuous. After all, a magic weapon can sell for tens of thousands of taels of gold!"

Wu Ling smiled bitterly and shook his head, and suddenly saw a strange thing in the room: "May I ask, sir, what is this thing? It seems to be very powerful?"