Chapter 23 A dog bites a dog with a hair in its mouth
Huya Mountain, Juyi Hall.

"Boss, the people from the Wang family who were trading with us were killed by a mysterious person a mile away from the Wang family's fort last night, and all the goods were stolen."

"The young master of the Wang family, Wang Zhenzu, is indeed dead. His head was chopped off. The head that was thrown on Tiger Tooth Mountain last night was Wang Zhenzu's."

The second in command "Yidaohong" lifted the thick curtain, frowned, and said with a rather unpleasant expression.

Although they knew that the head thrown at Huya Mountain was most likely Wang Zhenzu's, the second in command and his men sent people to confirm again just in case.

Unexpectedly, of the two groups of troops from the Wang family and Huya Mountain, the Huya Mountain group was intact, while the Wang family's guards were all wiped out, and even Wang Zhenzu of the Wang family died.

The most important thing is that Master Wang has only one precious son. He is afraid that he will melt if he holds him in his mouth, and he is afraid that he will break if he holds him in his hands. He is his life.

"Trouble!"

The big boss "Zuoshandiao" who was sitting on the tiger-skin chair took a deep puff of his pipe and his face looked so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip out of it. For a moment, the gathering hall was silent.

A few days ago, the third in command, "The Ripper", died at the hands of a mysterious man, and a rift has already appeared between Huya Mountain and the Wang family.

You know, the third in command is the Wang family's spy planted in Huya Mountain, and the first in command himself knows it.

Now, Wang Zhenzu’s head was thrown in Huya Mountain. The purpose is self-evident, which is to frame him and cause a fight between Huya Mountain and the Wang family.

Two dogs fight, play off.

Everyone in Huya Mountain knows this truth. The Wang family, whose son had died, also knows this truth. However, Master Wang cannot miss any possibility. This is an open conspiracy!

Shen's Courtyard
"Humph! So what even if you know?"

"The Wang family and Huya Mountain do not trust each other and are wary of each other. As long as there is a one in ten thousand chance, the irrational Mr. Wang will never let Huya Mountain go."

"If the murderer is not the bandits from Huya Mountain, the Wang family can only fight fiercely with Huya Mountain to lead out the mastermind. They have no choice but to fight."

Looking in the direction of Wangjiawu Fort, Shen Yuanliang squinted his eyes and kept thinking about his plan in his mind, reviewing it one by one to see if there was anything missing.

After all, Shen Yuanliang is too weak compared to the Wang family and Huya Mountain, and is simply vulnerable.

"Brother Yuanliang, the whole Jingbian Fort is saying that Wang Zhenzu, the son of the Wang family, was killed and his head was chopped off."

"Tell me, is this news true?"

Li Wan'er, who had just returned from the market wearing a brand new padded jacket and carrying a bamboo basket, looked around, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and said with a happy expression.

People always say that beautiful women are the root of trouble.

Li Wan'er has been sleeping restlessly these past few days, fearing that when she wakes up, Wang Zhenzu of the Wang family will bring his men to kill them and bring disaster to Shen Yuanliang and the others.

"Good and evil will be rewarded in the end. It's not that there is no reward, it's just that the time has not come yet."

"Maybe Wang Zhenzu did so many evil things that God couldn't stand it anymore and sent someone to take him away."

In order to prevent others from discovering the flaw, Shen Yuanliang kept what happened last night in his heart and didn't tell anyone, not even his closest people.

After all, if a ruler is not discreet, he will lose his ministers; if a minister is not discreet, he will lose his life; if a few things are not discreet, harm will occur. That is why a gentleman is cautious and does not act out!

"Dangshen, Astragalus, Licorice, Rhodiola, plus refined tiger blood, can be made into tiger blood powder to replenish the body's qi and blood."

"Angelica, Acanthopanax, Viscum album, Achyranthes bidentata, Morinda officinalis, plus ground tiger bone powder, can be boiled into tiger bone paste to strengthen the bones and muscles." "Astragalus, peony, Radix Trichosanthis, Licorice, and Salvia miltiorrhiza can be refined into Neituo Shengji Powder, which can promote muscle growth, activate blood circulation, and dredge tendons and meridians."

As the sun rose higher, Shen Yuanliang set up a large pot in the yard. The fire was burning brightly, which dispelled the winter cold and added a lot of homely atmosphere to Jingbian Fort.

Depending on the size of the fire, Shen Yuanliang would add some prepared rare medicinal herbs from time to time. Waves of rich medicinal fragrance would fill the yard with the breeze.

"Brother Yuanliang, do these medicinal powders and ointments that replenish qi and blood and strengthen tendons and bones require tiger blood and tiger bones?"

"Can we use other animals instead? For example, pigs, cows, sheep, or wolves."

Li Wan'er, who was helping, took out a white handkerchief from her bosom, stood on tiptoe to wipe the sweat from Shen Yuanliang's forehead, and asked in confusion.

The white-browed tiger is very powerful and not something that ordinary people can deal with. If these prescriptions can only use tiger blood and tiger bones, doesn't it mean that Shen Yuanliang needs to take risks and hunt tigers frequently?

The last time Shen Yuanliang was collecting herbs in the mountains, he encountered a white-browed tiger. If it weren't for God's blessing, Shen Yuanliang might not have been able to escape back.

"Anything is fine, as long as it's animal blood and bones. It's just that tiger blood and tiger bones are relatively better."

Under the elm tree, Shen Yuanliang scratched Li Wan'er's nose lovingly and said with a smile.

Sharpening the knife does not delay the chopping of wood. For three consecutive days, Shen Yuanliang, in addition to practicing martial arts, used the rest of the time to boil packets of medicinal materials into powders and ointments, enough for them to use for a month.

Three days later, it was daybreak and the wind was cold at the seaside.

"My lord, in the past few days, there have been small-scale fights between the Wang family and Huya Mountain, so that the area near Yongning City is sparsely populated and no one dares to go out."

"I heard that the Wang family and Tiger Tooth Mountain have lost several martial arts masters. If they hadn't taken into consideration Ye Qianhu of Jingbian Fort and the military commander of Yongning City, they would have already started fighting."

The skinny monkey, wearing a dog-skin hat and an old padded jacket, shrank his neck and told the news he had heard.

Ever since he killed the Wang family's guards, Shen Yuanliang has been keeping an eye on the news about the Wang family and Huya Mountain, wanting to see how his plan is going. The skinny monkey with "superb hearing" is the best candidate.

"Well, Skinny Monkey, you did a good job. Keep monitoring and keep track of the movements of the Wang Family and Tiger Tooth Mountain."

"From today on, I will be undergoing a ten-day life and death trial in Daqing Mountain. I will leave the house to you."

After encountering a bottleneck, Shen Yuanliang, who had little time, did not choose to use slow and steady methods to train the "Iron Shirt", but chose the trial of life and death, hoping to find a breakthrough in blood and fire.

After all, Chinese martial arts are used for fighting, only to kill the enemy, not for performance.

"Brother Liang, are you really going to Daqing Mountain?"

Shitou, whose muscles and bones were gradually getting stronger, touched his head and said in a muffled voice.

Although he already knew Shen Yuanliang's decision a few days ago, he still couldn't stop worrying.

The Shen family is a family of hunters. After Shen Zhong joined the army, Shen Yuanliang and Shitou no longer have to struggle for a living and no longer have to hunt in the wind and rain like their ancestors did.

However, Jingbian Fort is not far from Daqing Mountain. The horror of Daqing Mountain has long been a "forbidden zone" in people's minds due to word of mouth from other hunters.

Unless it is absolutely necessary, the people of Jingbian Fort will never set foot in Daqing Mountain, not even at the foot of the mountain.

(End of this chapter)

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