He was born as a blacksmith, but he dominated the world

Chapter 167 Endless Mountain

After agreeing on this matter, Jiang Lin went to find his parents, Jiang Xiu, and brother-in-law Wang Hua and told them that he would move them to another place.

Jiang Qingguang was reluctant to leave, and pointed at the newly built houses and asked, "What about these?"

"No, let's go and build a new one." Jiang Lin said without hesitation.

Anyway, it was built by those gangsters, so it didn't take much effort on their part.

Jiang Qingguang's face was full of regret, but he also understood that life was more important than anything else.

But where to move?
"Nanling Camp, where the border troops are located."

"Border troops?" Wang Hua said nervously, "Brother, if I live near there, I'm afraid it will make them unhappy."

"It's okay. I'm very familiar with the military officers there. It won't be a problem." Jiang Lin said.

Wang Hua smiled bitterly: "Does the military attaché you know have the final say?"

"Of course, he is a lieutenant general of the third rank. There is no one with a higher rank than him in the Nanling camp." Jiang Lin said.

Above that are the second-rank deputy generals and the second-rank generals.

They usually stay in the Ministry of War and do not directly interfere in the affairs of the military camp, so a lieutenant general of the third rank sometimes has more power than a deputy general of the second rank.

At least one holds real power and the other is only a nominal superior.

Wang Hua and the others were so confused by what they heard that they couldn't understand it.

Jiang Xiu even grabbed Jiang Lin's arm and said, "Little brother, what rank are you talking about?"

"Genuine third grade."

"What general?"

"Commander-in-Chief."

Jiang Xiu was a little confused and suspected that she had heard it wrong, but after asking a few questions, it didn't seem like it.

Although they had never seen any high-ranking officials, they still knew the official ranks of the ninth grade and eighteenth level of Daqian.

Not to mention the third rank, the highest official I have ever seen in my life was just a minor official who had not yet been promoted.

Even so, you still have to respectfully address him as "Sir" when you meet him.

As for the third rank, he is a great figure that only exists in legends.

How could I be so worthy to hear such a person!
And I also said that I am very familiar with him...

Jiang Xiu racked her brains but couldn't figure out how Jiang Lin did it.

How could a small blacksmith like you know such a big shot?

Wang Hua thought of something and asked, "Little brother, are you helping the Nanling camp to forge weapons?"

"Hit."

Wang Hua said "Oh" and his face was full of sudden enlightenment. He thought that the third-rank lieutenant general must have also taken a fancy to Jiang Lin's talent for blacksmithing.

People in the military, like people in the martial arts world, have a deep obsession with weapons, so it is not surprising that they value them.

At this point, the family stopped refusing and immediately packed up their things and moved out.

Actually, there's not much to pack, just some daily clothes and the like.

Originally, according to Jiang Lin's idea, he would just throw them all away and then take them to Kyoto City to buy new ones.

I can't afford to buy much good materials, but clothes are not expensive, and a few tens of thousands of taels are enough to last a lifetime.

But Jiang Qingguang and his friends were reluctant to do so. They were used to living in poverty and hardship, and they would feel bad even if they threw away an extra pair of chopsticks.

Whether your son can make money is one thing, but whether you are willing to give it up is another.

Only those furniture that are really difficult to move are given up reluctantly.

When the family moved away, Tian Daheng and Song Houyong also left. They came to a town tavern and gave the shopkeeper 22 taels and 2 qian of silver to buy wine.

The shopkeeper glanced at them, took the silver, and took out a brush and paper.

Fortunately, Tian Daheng could recognize a few words, so he wrote down a few lines and put ten thousand taels of silver on the table.

The shopkeeper took the paper and took a look at it, his face suddenly filled with strangeness.

It was clearly written on the paper that anyone who killed a seventh- or eighth-rank master of Thunder Eagle Fort could go to the Nanling Camp on the outskirts of Kyoto to receive the next-rank weapon.

If you kill a ninth-rank master, in addition to weapons, you will also receive 30,000 taels of silver and a set of first-rank armor.

If you kill a master of martial arts, in addition to the silver increasing to 50,000 taels, you can also exchange your weapon for a precious weapon.

For Jiang Lin, tens of thousands of taels of silver were not a big deal. At most he could get ten or eight weapons.

But for people in the underworld, this is an astronomical figure.

How many people have risked their lives all their lives just to save a few thousand taels of silver.

The shopkeeper took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Even if it involves the military camp, if we cannot pay you afterwards, Wuyashan will definitely find you two to ask for an explanation."

Wuya Mountain is a place where intelligence is released and bounties are paid in the martial arts world. Its influence is not only in Daqian, but also in other dynasties.

In terms of sphere of influence alone, it far exceeds Thunder Eagle Castle.

Tian Daheng looked calm and said, "If we can't pay you afterwards, we won't be able to survive even without Wuyashan's help. A mere seventh rank is not worth our lives."

The shopkeeper looked at him and Song Houyong, and could roughly feel that the two men's martial arts skills were not very high, and they should be just small characters like pawns.

But the weapons in their hands are of genuine top-grade quality.

If there is no powerful person behind him, how can someone with such cultivation level possess such high-quality weapons?

After taking the 10,000 taels of silver as a deposit, the shopkeeper rolled up the paper and stuffed it into the cabinet behind him, saying, "Within three days, the news will spread throughout Daqian."

Tian Daheng and Song Houyong looked at each other, said no more, and turned away.

After leaving this ordinary tavern, both of them couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

I usually accept bounty missions from Wuya Mountain, but I never thought that there would be a day when I would come here to give out missions.

Thinking of what was written on the paper, Tian Daheng couldn't help but chuckle and said, "I suddenly feel that this is a great thing to do! Being able to plot against a force like Thunder Eagle Fort, even if I die, my life will be worth it!"

"Who said it wasn't?" Song Houyong laughed. "Now I just hope that Brother Jiang can make a few more good weapons and kill a few more masters of Thunder Eagle Fort. It will be worth it!"

Inside the tavern, the paper flowed down through the pipe. Someone caught it, took a look at the contents, and then copied it into hundreds of copies.

A day later, the news began to spread in the world.

A mysterious force takes action and demands the heads of masters of rank seven or above from Thunder Eagle Fort with first-grade weapons.

For a time, the martial arts world was in turmoil, far exceeding the search for the young master of Thunder Eagle Fort.

When the masters of Thunder Eagle Castle who are above the seventh rank walk on the street, they always feel that others look at them strangely, especially staring at their heads.

That look was as if he was not looking at heads, but at walking top-grade weapons.

Even the seventh-rank martial arts masters felt numb all over. They thought the news was fake. Even if it was true, who would dare to attack Thunder Eagle Castle!

As time passed, the news spread farther and wider.

In the beginning, no one dared to take action. The name of Leiying Fort was still very intimidating, especially since Lei Hexuan had just entered the Yuanwu realm and his reputation was at its peak.

Until one day, a seventh-rank master from Thunder Eagle Fort bullied the only daughter of a third-rate martial arts master under the pretext of tracking down the whereabouts of the young fortress master.

The sect leader was furious, and he led his men to kill the seventh-grade master, along with a dozen sixth-grade and fifth-grade disciples, and took the severed heads to the Nanling camp.

"The Thunder Eagle Fort bullied me so much, so I'll take their heads as a reward. At worst, I'll die, and that'll be enough to make me feel better!"

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