Chapter 132 Wu Mu's Testament
"Masters, I have been bothering you for many days. It is time for me to leave today."

"Thank you all for helping me solve many of my doubts this month. This is the second-level snow lotus rice as a token of my appreciation."

After keeping the seeds of the blood-sucking vine, Shen Yuanliang took out a golden, pearl-like snow lotus rice from the cowhide bag around his waist as his thank you gift.

"Can't, can't."

Ma Yu, the son of Danyang, who regarded Shen Yuanliang as a banished immortal, refused repeatedly, but finally accepted it reluctantly when he could no longer refuse.

"Master Shen, please wait a moment."

Seeing that Shen Yuanliang was about to leave, the dusty Qiu Chuji's face changed and he spoke.

During his training, Qiu Chuji accidentally heard that Shen Yuanliang had broken through the Zhongdu city and massacred the Jin nobles. Worried about the safety of his apprentice, he hurried as fast as he could, and finally saw Yang Kang's body in a mass grave.

Now that he had met Shen Yuanliang, Qiu Chuji hesitated to speak several times, but finally made up his mind to seek an explanation for his apprentice.

"Master Shen, Yang Kang, also known as Wanyan Kang, was my disciple. He was killed by you two months ago. As a master, you should avenge him."

"I know I am no match for him, I just want to know the truth of the matter, why did Master Shen kill him? He is not a Jin noble, he is a Han Chinese, a descendant of the Yang family of Tianbo Mansion."

After bowing, Qiu Chuji asked the doubts in his mind.

"Wanyan Kang, no, Yang Kang, is definitely a respectful and polite disciple in front of you, but things are not as simple as they seem."

"You can ask around. There are countless evil deeds committed by Yang Kang. It is hard to list them all. Most importantly, he wanted to attack me with a hidden weapon. It was a good way to kill me."

Shen Yuanliang answered Qiu Chuji's questions frankly, telling him everything he knew and leaving nothing to be hidden.

If Qiu Chuji wanted to avenge Yang Kang, Shen Yuanliang would be ready to take over at any time and would not be soft-hearted.

"How could this be?"

Hearing this, Qiu Chuji, who had spent his whole life fighting against violence and eradicating evil, staggered. His sharp eyes dimmed suddenly and he looked distraught.

Then he seemed to have thought of something and asked anxiously, "Where's Madam Yang?"

"You are talking about Bao Xiruo, right?"

"I never kill women. Now she is in Liaodong Peninsula, weaving cloth and washing clothes all day long, living a peaceful life."

……

Under the gorgeous sunset, on the sparkling Han River, a huge ship was drifting downstream. On the ten-foot-high flagpole, the red flag representing the Shen family was fluttering in the wind.

"Brother Yuanliang, Wanyan Kang is actually Qiu Chuji's apprentice, so why didn't he bring Wanyan Kang, no, Yang Kang back to Zhongnan Mountain."

"With the guidance of many famous teachers and the strict rules and regulations of Quanzhen Sect, Yang Kang would not have taken the thief as his father and committed all kinds of evil."

Sitting on the side of the boat, shaking her two straight and round long legs, Huang Rong with bright eyes and white teeth tilted her head and asked in confusion.

"Mt. Zhongnan is located in the territory of the Jin Kingdom. How dare Qiu Chuji offend the Sixth Prince, Wanyan Honglie, who is second only to the emperor and above all others?"

"If the Jin Kingdom launches an expedition, cuts down mountains and destroys temples, the Quanzhen Sect in Mount Zhongnan will be burned down. The sect's power will be unable to compete with a prosperous country."

Shen Yuanliang, who was wearing a moon-white round-necked robe, was smoking the pipe in his hand. He looked at the black spot gradually approaching in the distance, squinted his eyes, and spoke calmly.

"The descendants of the Yang family of Tianbo Mansion, a family of generals, have fallen to the level of hunters in Niujia Village, and can't even keep their wives."

"The swallows that used to fly in front of the mansions of the wealthy and the rich now fly into the homes of ordinary people. Things in the world are unpredictable."

After a moment's silence, Huang Rong, who has always been smart and lively, sighed and felt very emotional when she thought about how Qiu Chuji and Yang Tiexin, a descendant of the Yang family, got to know each other.

The story of the Yang family generals in Tianbo Mansion was widely circulated among the people of the Song Dynasty, and was even adapted into a drama. Now the last descendant of the Yang family has died. It was fate that made people feel that way. "Brother Liang, there are people who are blind again."

"Let me take action this time!"

At this moment, Li Mochou, who was practicing "Jade Girl Sword Technique", caught a glimpse of the approaching bandits, smoothed her hair that was messed up by the wind, and said eagerly.

"No need, let me do it!"

Waving his hand, Shen Yuanliang took out the increasingly colorful blood-sucking vine seeds, threw them onto the wide river surface, and then he pinched his fingers to form a magic spell, and a ray of emerald green light flashed.

In the blink of an eye, the two-hundred-foot-long bloodthirsty vine showed its power. The vines all over the sky were like whips falling from the sky, breaking all the ships in half, and the entire river was littered with corpses.

"Brother Liang, your blood-sucking vine is getting longer and longer. It's already two hundred feet long."

"Will there come a day when the blood-sucking vine stretches thousands of feet long, like the Jianmu sacred tree in mythology, and through it one can climb to the fairyland?"

Seeing this scene, Li Mochou, who was dressed as a Taoist nun in a purple Taoist robe, asked with interest.

"Everything depends on its fate!"

Shen Yuanliang smiled and said no more. He then ordered the blood-sucking vine to leave a person alive and prepared to torture him to find out the location of the bandits' lair. Eradicating all evil has always been his principle.

If you don't remove the roots of the grass, it will grow again when the spring breeze blows. Shen Yuanliang doesn't want to cause trouble in the future, so he can only send them to see the Buddha as soon as possible. The sooner they die, the sooner they will be reborn!

With a "bang", a middle-aged man who was wet all over and wearing a brown short-sleeved shirt fell onto the deck. He was trembling with fear and kept begging the Emperor Qing to spare his life.

"Nine gangs and eighteen factions, which one are you from? Why don't you come here quickly?"

"Don't force me to use torture!"

Looking down at the middle-aged pirate who was terrified, Li Mochou asked in a ferocious tone.

Along the way, there were countless thieves and bandits, but Li Mochou had gotten used to it. Now she has the nickname "Red Snake Fairy" in the world.

"Iron Palm Gang."

"Go south along the Han River, then west to Changdechenzhou, and go up the Yuan River. Between Luxi and Chenxi there is a mountain that looks like five fingers pointing to the sky. That is Iron Palm Mountain, and the headquarters of the Iron Palm Gang is there."

The frightened middle-aged man told all the secrets of the Iron Palm Gang like beans pouring out of a bamboo tube, not daring to hide a single thing.

"Iron Palm Gang, Qiu Qianren, Wu Mu's posthumous letter."

Shen Yuanliang, who originally wanted to go down the river, heard the three words "Iron Palm Gang" and suddenly thought of Yue Fei's peerless military strategy "Wu Mu's Testament".

Back then, Marshal Yue Fei was invincible and conquered every battle. He defeated the Jin army and recovered Bianliang and a large area of ​​the Central Plains. The famous Jin general Wanyan Zongbing fled at the sight of him.

After Yue Fei's death, his methods of marching and deploying troops were recorded in "Wu Mu's Testament". As various countries were fighting for hegemony, Shen Yuanliang urgently needed to learn military strategies to make up for his shortcomings.

"Turn to the Iron Palm Gang."

"Kill him!"

Shen Yuanliang instructed expressionlessly.

"Grandpa Qingdi, please spare my life! Grandpa Qingdi, please spare my life!"

With a "puff", a huge head rolled into the river and drifted with the current.

(End of this chapter)

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