The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 17: The Panic at Tiger Tooth Mountain
"Okay, you guys just follow me from now on. As long as I have something to eat, I won't let you go hungry."

Looking at their deer-like eyes, Shen Yuanliang couldn't bear it and had to agree to take them in as maids.

"Thank you, sir."

The four pure-minded little girls burst into tears of joy. The helplessness and hesitation that had been accumulating in their hearts for many days disappeared without a trace like ice and snow the moment Shen Yuanliang agreed.

Ever since his father died on the battlefield, his mother suffered a great blow and became bedridden. All the previously amiable clan members suddenly changed their attitude and looked at him covetously.

After his mother passed away, the family's fertile fields, houses, and even the money they had saved were "taken away" by the so-called clansmen under various excuses, leaving them with nowhere to live in this vast world.

"Where are you from? What's your name?"

"Is there anyone else at home?"

Looking at the four little girls in front of him who looked very similar, Shen Yuanliang squatted down, smoothed their messy hair, and spoke.

After all, they will live together in the future, and Shen Yuanliang doesn’t know them well yet, not even their names.

"There's no one left at home, only the four of us sisters."

"As for the name, we will be your maids in the future, so you can choose one for us!"

The shivering little girl, wearing coarse cloth clothes that had turned white from washing, pinched the corner of her clothes, kicked the stones on the ground, and said in a soft voice.

"From now on, you will use the four seasons as your surnames, and the plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum as your names. They will be called Winter Plum, Spring Orchid, Summer Bamboo and Autumn Chrysanthemum respectively."

Thinking of their tenacity, intelligence, and filial piety, Shen Yuanliang pondered for a moment, pinched his chin, and blurted out.

"Thank you for the name, sir. From now on, I will be Dongmei."

……

"Young Master, please help us bury our mother. I will never forget your kindness."

As the sun sets, on a remote and desolate mountain, a solitary grave stands between the vast sky and earth. Amid the smoke of incense, paper money scattered all over the ground tells of an unspeakable sadness.

Four refreshed little girls, wearing thick padded jackets, knelt in front of the tombstone and burned paper money. Under the red fire, a sad atmosphere filled the air.

As the daughter-in-law of Sun Jiaji, Mei Lan Zhu Ju's mother should be buried with her father. However, at this moment, the Sun family was expelled from the family by the clan leader and was not qualified to be buried in the ancestral tomb.

Half an incense stick later, Shen Yuanliang, carrying plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum, walked towards home against the howling cold wind, taking one step forward and one step shallow.

Wangjiawubao
"Master, that little bastard Shen Yuanliang is back, and he brought four beautiful girls with him."

Zhao Erniu, a man wearing a tattered jacket and with a weathered face, looked at Wang Zhenzu, the young master of the Wang family, who was being served by seven or eight maids, and nodded and bowed.

Zhao Erniu originally wanted to wipe out the Shen family, but unexpectedly Shen Yuanliang survived. He was unwilling to accept this. Not only did he tip off Wang Zhenzu last time, but this time he was keeping an eye on the Shen family again.

Seeing Shen Yuanliang bringing back lots of bags, and even four pretty girls, from Yongning City, Zhao Erniu's eyes were burning with jealousy.

It's his money, his money.

"Back? Impossible?"

Upon hearing the news that Shen Yuanliang was safe and sound, Wang Zhenzu stood up suddenly, his face full of disbelief.

He thought that after Huyashan made his move, Shen Yuanliang would not let him control and torture him, but he did not expect that things did not develop in the direction he expected. How unreasonable!

"Bang" sound.

Wang Zhenzu became angrier the more he thought about it, and he picked up the celadon teacup in his hand and smashed it hard on the ground. The broken porcelain scattered everywhere like flowers scattered by a fairy.

The scalding hot tea in the cup spilled all over the floor. Under the steaming heat was his hideous face, like that of an evil spirit. The maidservant who was serving him shuddered and stood still like a fool.

One of the fragments directly cut Zhao Erniu's cheek, and blood immediately spurted out. His miserable howls resounded through the sky, and he rolled on the ground in pain.

"Butler, where did you go?"

Without even looking at Zhao Erniu, Wang Zhenzu, who had calmed down, strode out of the room and shouted rudely, "Master, Butler Wang is dead."

The maid at the side came to Wang Zhenzu tremblingly and said with gritted teeth.

Ever since Wang Daba's thigh was pierced by a stone yesterday, Wang Zhenzu had become more and more displeased with him, and even took out his anger at the Shen family on housekeeper Wang.

Therefore, Wang Zhenzu ordered his men to throw him outside, leaving Wang Daba to wail all night long, and finally died in endless despair.

"Dead, it's better to die. He can't even handle the smallest things. If he doesn't die, who will die?"

"Zhao Erniu, right? Go to Huya Mountain and ask what happened? Why is Shen Yuanliang safe and sound? Let Huya Mountain give our Wang family an explanation."

"Shen Yuanliang must die. As long as you handle this matter well, you will be the new steward of our Wang family. You can have whatever you want in the future."

Returning into the house, Wang Zhenzu kicked the wailing Zhao Erniu, not caring about his injuries at all. Cold words rang in his ears, painting a pie in the sky without a trace of warmth.

Upon hearing the good news, Zhao Er, who had been rolling on the ground, stood up suddenly, nodded repeatedly, and accepted the task.

……

Huya Mountain, Juyi Hall.

"Boss, the third boss was killed."

A thin young man wearing a tattered jacket pushed aside the thick curtain and crawled in, his face full of panic and his weathered eyes filled with fear and anxiety.

"Whoa!"

The howling cold wind penetrated every corner and blew into the warm Juyi Hall. The biting cold wind made people shiver and shrink involuntarily.

"What? The Third Master was killed?"

"Didn't he go to kill the Shen family kid today? He's just a young boy, how could he beat an eighth-grade master?"

"Have any of the people brought by the Third Master come back? Ask me who killed the Third Master? This shows that they don't take Tiger Tooth Mountain seriously."

Upon hearing the sad news, the second in command "Yidaohong" tightened his clothes and asked in surprise.

Although he and the third in command, "The Ripper", do not get along and have been trying to outdo each other, they are brothers who eat from the same spoon after all, so there is still some affection between them.

"Everyone is dead. The brothers that the Third Master brought with him were all hacked to death. Almost all of them were killed with one blow."

"According to the brothers who investigated the scene, the murderer's knife skills were very sharp, with the shadow of the Qi family knife. It was done by the same martial arts master."

Feeling the murderous aura coming towards him, the young man who reported the news wiped the sweat from his forehead, suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, and spoke intermittently.

"A man from Jianghu? If he is really from Jianghu, we must be careful. Let the brothers ask around privately to see which young hero has come to southern Liaoning recently?"

"Also, during this period of time, everyone must keep one eye open when sleeping. All sentries and guards must keep their eyes open. Don't miss a single person."

The big boss "Zuoshandiao" placed the rough porcelain bowl in his hand heavily on the rough table, pulled the corner of his mouth, frowned and said.

For a time, the entire Huya Mountain was under martial law. From the first checkpoint at the foot of the mountain to the seventh checkpoint at the top of the mountain, strong men wearing simple leather armor and holding sharp blades were patrolling closely.

The usual drinking and merrymaking was abandoned at this time. Everyone slept in their clothes, put weapons within reach, and even went to the toilet in groups of three.

Since ancient times, bandits have been most afraid of offending martial arts masters, especially young and passionate people who have just started out.

The favorite thing for young and inexperienced people in the martial arts world is to rush into the mountain stronghold with a sword, eliminate evil and protect the good, act chivalrously and save people from danger.

In this way, they can not only become famous and well-known overnight, but also earn a lot of money. This is why people in the underworld eat meat and drink wine with big mouthfuls of mouthfuls.

Counterfeits are their money bags.

(End of this chapter)