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"Okay, everyone, get up."

Lin Luo smiled slightly and raised his hands in the air.

In an instant, the surging internal energy surged, and the many Qinglong spies kneeling on the ground stood up automatically.

Ding Baiying was shocked and couldn't help but take a breath.

What a strong internal energy!

If Lin Luo was an old man with white hair and beard, she might not be too surprised.

But he was a young man in his prime, clear and handsome.

At this time, Lin Luo took the lead and walked into the government office with everyone.

In the lobby, the plaque hanging high in the mirror had long been taken down.

When the city was broken, these officials had already packed up their belongings and ran away.

These wooden plaques and door panels had long been dismantled by angry people to burn fires for warmth.

Lin Luo looked around and then sat in the only chair.

He put his hands flat on his knees and spoke lightly.

"Let's talk about the current situation first."

Ding Baiying nodded and reported.

"Yes, Bozhou City has been completely lost now. The Ming Dynasty's imperial army is stationed 700 miles away, relying on Yucheng to resist."

"After entering Zhuzhou Prefecture, the troops of Jin and Liao went to the southeast, while the Yuan army stayed outside Yuzhou City, trying to attack Loulan Pass."

After listening to this, Lin Luo immediately had a plan in his mind.

Although Bozhou City is remote, the terrain is very dangerous.

It is unwise for Ming to abandon the city on its own initiative.

If this city can be built into a heavy city, it will definitely become a battleground for military strategists.

There are dangerous mountains in front and waves of Hongming Lake on the side.

If the wasteland in the back can be converted into fertile fields, it can become the western gate of Ming.

Since the four countries of Jin, Liao, Yuan and Ming are fighting fiercely at the moment.

Then it should be easy to take over Bozhou City.

What's more, he has Wushuang Tower behind him and has a lot of money to buy supplies.

It will only take a few months to rebuild the city. The only trouble is that there are not many people left, and some refugees need to be attracted to settle down.

At this time, Lin Luo suddenly raised his head and asked.

"By the way, has anything big happened in the martial arts world in the past few months?"

The Qinglong spies and the Qinglong assassins do not belong to the same department.

The combat effectiveness of the former may not be as good as the latter, but the control of intelligence is definitely not on the same level.

It can be said that after a hundred years, the Qinglong Society has planted countless spies in the courts of various countries.

Each spy represents a pair of eyes, helping Gongzi Yu to keep an eye on the entire martial arts world.

Whether it is the court or the various martial arts sects, it is no exception.

These spies are like dots, connected into lines, and finally condensed into a huge intelligence network.

If there is anything else that Lin Luo wants in the Qinglong Society besides those magic weapons and peerless skills, then it is this huge and invisible intelligence network. At this moment, Ding Baiying thought for a moment, and then said seriously. "In the martial arts world, a disciple of the Wudang Sect had his hands and feet crippled by the Vajra Finger. If it weren't for Master Zhang's conciliatory behavior, I'm afraid they would have fought with the Shaolin Temple long ago." Lin Luo laughed: "Southern Wudang, Northern Shaolin, the conflict between the two great powers is indeed a big deal." Ding Baiying pursed his lips: "In addition, the Yuan Emperor sent a prince named King Ruyang to suppress the martial arts sects of the Ming and Song Dynasties. It is still unknown what the other party will plan." "Huh? There is such a thing?" Lin Luo frowned slightly. He had heard of the name King Ruyang. The Grand Marshal of the Yuan Dynasty! This man commands a million cavalrymen, and is definitely the most powerful NPC in the Yuan Dynasty.

"Could it be that the one who attacked Zhuzhou Prefecture this time was the King of Ruyang?" Lin Luo asked.

Ding Baiying shook his head and explained, "No, the one who attacked Zhuzhou Prefecture this time was another group of people from the Yuan Dynasty."

"Huh, okay, in that case, let's take over Bozhou City as our first goal."

Lin Luo's eyes were cold, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

"Pass my order, immediately control all the important places in Bozhou City, and the whole city is in a state of preparation for war. Be careful that the enemy will come to their senses and attack after they come to their senses!"

Lu Wenzhao, who was not far away, frowned slightly.

He couldn't help but think in his heart that the Ming Dynasty was in flames and smoke, and the Jin, Liao, and Yuan countries were trying to attack the capital area in one go, so how could they have the time to care about a remote place like Bozhou City.

Before joining the Qinglong Society, Lu Wenzhao was a captain of the Jinyiwei of the Ming Dynasty. He wanted to change his way of life because he was fed up with the shabby ship of the Ming Dynasty.

But now it seems that the top leaders of the Qinglong Society are particularly timid.

After all, the top leaders say one thing and the bottom leaders run their legs off.

Does this young "young master" really know how much it would cost to completely occupy a city?How much energy does it take?

At this moment, Ding Baiying was also a little embarrassed.

It's not that he didn't want to, but the Qinglonghui spies had a total of about 100 people. It was a bit unrealistic to want to control a city.

"This... Sir, is the situation really that serious?"

Lin Luo frowned: "Better safe than sorry. If there are not enough people, I can transfer a group over."

Hearing this, Ding Baiying gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice.

"Sir, please rest assured, I will live up to your expectations! Take control of Bozhou City as soon as possible!"

It's not easy to meet a noble person and have such an opportunity to rise to prominence. If you let others come, wouldn't it make you look incompetent?

Lu Wenzhao on the side looked at his junior sister helplessly.

Alas, Junior Sister Ding is good at everything, and her martial arts and comprehension are better than his, but her temperament is too stubborn.

Why do you have to take on such hard work?

Even if you do it well, it may not be any good.

But if it is not done well, it will be bad.

However, Ding Baiying has taken over the burden now, and no matter how much Lu Wenzhao sighs in his heart, it will be useless.

Soon, hundreds of Qinglong spies took action.

Under the command of Ding Baiying, everyone either coerced, bribed, threatened, or persuaded, and soon unified the remaining people in Bozhou.

…

At the same time, in the distant capital of Yuan.

I saw a spacious palace with lights like torches, bright as day.

At the entrance of the palace, the bright sign reads "Ruyang Palace".

In the martial arts field of the palace, bronze stoves are placed.

Outside, goose feathers are fluttering, but inside, it is warm as spring.

Swish——! ! !

On the bluestone slab, a little girl with a delicate figure is holding a short sword.

She took sharp steps, and the sword in her hand flew, obviously she had been taught by a famous teacher.

At this moment, a well-built, bearded man with a strong aura came over.

Before he even got there, he burst into laughter.

"Good! Minmin's swordsmanship is getting better and better! Not bad! Come to daddy!"

This little girl was none other than the youngest daughter of the King of Ruyang, Princess Shaomin Minmin Temur, whose Chinese name was Zhao Min!

At this moment, Zhao Min threw the sword and then flew over like a young swallow.

"Daddy! You're finally back!"

The King of Ruyang said with a look of pity and love.

"Hey, the military affairs have been busy recently, and Daddy has no choice."

"Oh, by the way, in addition to seeing you today, I also brought you a martial arts master with extremely high skills!"

"From today on, this Master Ku Tou Tuo will be responsible for teaching you, Minmin, the Central Plains martial arts."

Not far away, a ragged middle-aged man walked forward cautiously.

The other party had scars all over his body, especially on his face, which was horizontal and vertical, with pits and bumps, and looked quite creepy.

"Ah... Aba Aba..."

Ku Tou Tuo opened his mouth with difficulty, gesturing with his hands, as if saying something.

Zhao Min saw his ugly appearance and subconsciously felt unhappy.

But thinking that it was a master brought back by Daddy, she patiently asked curiously.

"Dad, is he dumb? What is he talking about?"

Zhao Min's eyes, which were as moving as autumn water, had already revealed a little disappointment.

Not only is he ugly, he's also a mute. How good can his kung fu be?

Maybe he can't even beat Ah Da!

At this time, seeing his daughter pouting, King Ruyang smiled and comforted her.

"Minmin, don't be rude. Although Master Ku is mute, it's because he's mute that he can be your teacher."

"Anyway, he has agreed to take you as his apprentice. Hurry up and pay your respects!"

Zhao Min couldn't help but resist in her heart and shook her head repeatedly.

"No, I'm Princess Shaomin, with the blood of the Golden Family flowing in my body. How can I take a mute as my teacher, unless he is really powerful!"

"Hey, you kid..." King Ruyang wanted to blame her, but when he saw his delicate daughter, he couldn't bear it.

So he could only turn his head to look at Master Ku, laughed, and spoke.

"How about this, Master Ku, why don't you show some real kung fu to my daughter, so that this girl won't make a fuss!"

Ku Tou Tuo smiled slightly, not minding Zhao Min's contempt, but nodded and looked around.

Finally, he looked at the weapon rack on the side, then shook his sleeves and walked forward.

Under Zhao Min's puzzled eyes, Ku Tou Tuo slowly took down a golden melon hammer, then raised his other hand and pressed it down gently.

I saw that this golden melon hammer weighing more than 50 kilograms was like clay, and it was squeezed by a palm.It was deformed.

And what was even more rare was that the whole process was silent, without any sound.

Zhao Min's beautiful eyes widened in surprise.

"What... what kind of kung fu is this?"

King Ruyang touched her head and laughed, "This is the inner strength of the Central Plains martial arts. Master Ku is the best among them. Minmin, you must follow the master to learn martial arts obediently, and don't be naughty!"

Zhao Min blinked and spoke crisply.

"Disciple Minmin Temur, meet Master Ku!"

The bitter monk opened his mouth and smiled silently, then put his hands together and clasped them together, and also returned a respectful salute.

Obviously, he was willing to accept this disciple, but he would not treat them as master and apprentice.

Seeing this scene, King Ruyang couldn't help but touch his beard with satisfaction.

If this bitter monk was proud of his status, he would be unhappy instead.

But now that he saw that the other party was so tactful, he was relieved.

"Okay, Minmin, you stay in the mansion. Daddy has something to do and needs to leave first."

Prince Ruyang comforted his daughter for a while, and then prepared to leave in a hurry.

At present, the front line between Yuan and Ming is tight, and as the generalissimo of the army, he naturally has to stabilize the overall situation.

Zhao Min was reluctant and hurriedly grabbed her father.

"Dad, when I grow up, I must become a general of our Yuan Dynasty, and then share military affairs with you!"

Prince Ruyang laughed, and his eyes showed more and more love.

"Okay! Daddy is waiting for this day!"

Just then, a soldier hurried in.

"Your Majesty, please take a look at the frontline battle report."

Prince Ruyang took the letter, tore it casually, and then read it carefully.

After a moment, he couldn't help but frowned.

"Bozhou City?"

"Hmph, those Qinglong Society traitors, have they finally lost their temper?"

King Ruyang's eyes flashed.

He was not unaware of the existence of Qinglong spies, he just wanted to deal with them later.

But now these rats dared to set their sights on Bozhou City and play the trick of snatching food from the tiger's mouth, so don't blame him for being rude.

"It just so happens that I am going to exchange defense lines with Mengge now, so I will wipe out these rats on the way!"

Immediately, King Ruyang smiled coldly, and then sent several secret letters, ordering his generals and soldiers to immediately set out for Bozhou City and kill all enemies!

If nothing unexpected happens, before dark tomorrow, this Bozhou City will be destroyed and everyone will die!

At this time, Zhao Min came over and pulled King Ruyang's clothes.

"Daddy, what happened? Why are you laughing suddenly?"

When the King of Ruyang heard his daughter's voice, he immediately changed his expression and spoke gently and dotingly.

"Minmin, good boy, these are just trivial matters. When you grow up, Daddy will tell you."

"Daddy! I'm already ten years old!" Zhao Min insisted.

The King of Ruyang laughed: "Then in a few years, when you have learned martial arts, Daddy will tell you!"

After that, he patted Zhao Min's head and turned away.

However, when he walked out of the martial arts field, the King of Ruyang suddenly paused and spoke in a deep voice.

"Another order."

"If you break through Bozhou City, no matter whether you are male or female, old or young, you will be treated as collaborators. The city will be massacred for three days, and no chickens or dogs will be left!"

"Yes!"

The soldiers on the side bowed and left hurriedly.

After a while, the sound of countless pigeons flapping their wings sounded, drifting in the endless snowy night.

The bitter monk who was teaching Zhao Min martial arts in the martial arts arena moved his ears slightly, and his heart was shocked.

Then he couldn't help but be shocked and angry.

Although the bitter monk joined the army of King Ruyang, he did not come for fame and fortune.

On the contrary, his purpose of coming here was to stop the Yuan Dynasty from plundering southward and causing great suffering to the people of Ming and Song!

The bitter monk's original name was Fan Yao, and he was the right envoy of the Ming Cult. In order to go deep behind the enemy, he did not hesitate to destroy his appearance, pretend to be dumb, and become a ghost.

At this moment, when he heard that King Ruyang actually ordered people to massacre the city for three days, he couldn't help but clench his right hand.

A trace of blood flowed out from his fingers.

The bitter monk looked at Zhao Min not far away, and his expression was struggling in his lowered eyes.

But in the end, he sighed slightly in his heart and gave up some ideas.

He wanted to completely solve the invasion of the Yuan Dynasty.

Just one Princess Shaomin was far from enough.

Even the King of Ruyang is not important enough.