Wu Sheng starts from strengthening

Chapter 27 Making Money Ideas
In the middle of the moon, the Lin Mansion belongs to the luxurious residence of the third master Lin Rongtao.

In front of the courtyard gate, the two guards on duty who were whispering suddenly stopped talking, and looked at the middle-aged man who was slowly approaching in front of them with surprise. They restrained their expressions and said solemnly: "Second Master."

The second master, Lin Rongxu, did not respond. He stood in front of the courtyard with his hands on his back, and looked up at the brightly lit pavilions and pavilions in the courtyard expressionlessly. With surprised eyes, the guard stepped forward, raised his right foot, and kicked lightly.

"Boom!" With a loud noise, he kicked the heavy vermilion courtyard door to pieces.

"Who is it?" There were several shouts in the courtyard instantly.

More than a dozen willow-leaf darts shining with cold light rubbed against the air to make a sharp scream, and poured down towards the second master.

He didn't respond to the oncoming killing move, and he still had a calm expression on his face. He stood there without any movement in his hands. A dozen darts were stagnant three inches in front of him, unable to advance an inch.

The second master slowly twirled the three darts floating in front of him, turned his wrist, and only heard three sounds of heavy objects falling to the ground in the unknown dark place.

When the banqueting people in the house heard the movement outside, there was a sudden silence at first, and then there was the sound of intensive footsteps.

"Squeak." The door carved with dragons and painted phoenixes was pushed open, and more than a dozen people filed out of the hall. The middle-aged man in the lead saw the broken gate in the courtyard and the second master standing quietly with his hands behind his back, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly .

The pale-faced third master's voice was calm and could not detect any emotion: "Who am I? It turned out that the second brother is here, but the younger brother is a little confused. When did the second brother get angry?"

"Rong Tao, it's really difficult to meet you. I only want to ask one question here. Did you do the planning to kill Pan Ye in the outer city today?"

"Who is Pan Ye?" Seeing that the two brothers were on the verge of fighting, the guests surrounding the third master lowered their heads and whispered as if they had seen the heavy news.

The third master still looked puzzled and said: "Why did the second brother say such a thing?"

Second Master's expression suddenly became gloomy:

"Why did you say that? Is that Ding Bo one of yours? You are so cruel, you won't even let my little sister and Yi'er off."

"Little brother doesn't understand, is there a misunderstanding?"

"Do not say?"

The second master's eyes flashed with anger, and he disappeared in place.

A figure jumped out from behind the third master, and waved his palm at the second master.

Bang!
There was a dull explosion in the courtyard.

The fists and palms intersected, and the rushing air waves blew the guests' robes, and the green plants were tilted to this side.

"Crack." There was a sound of broken bones, and the person who blocked the second master's punch screamed, his arm was twisted abnormally, blood was sprayed from the mouth, and he flew upside down into the crowd, accidentally affecting several people who were too late to dodge guests.

The third master narrowed his eyes, obviously angry.

"Second brother, what do you mean by that?"

"Why pretend to be stupid, you are no longer the smart and upright third brother in my impression at the beginning, don't you think I don't know what you have done over the years?"

"If you don't give me an explanation today, don't even think about getting out of here!"

Seeing this situation, an elegant middle-aged woman hiding in the corner of the hall quietly summoned the servants around her, and said in a low voice: "Go and call the old man, they are fighting."

Second Master's face was cold and hard, a mountain-like power spread out from his body, invisible fluctuations covered half of the courtyard, and everyone present was breathless.

He walked towards the third master slowly while exuding power, and said: "I have doubted you since Ah Hai passed away, and I have never believed it. Until today, you don't even care about the life and death of your closest relatives because of your own conspiracy. .I want to see what evil methods you have practiced and how much progress you have made in these years."

When he was a few steps away from the third master, the second master stopped, and the two brothers looked at each other. He clenched his fist with strength in his hand, and the air around him twisted slightly. The fist was like a cannonball that had been fired, threatening to attack the third master. Face waved away.

Bang!
A milky white light curtain suddenly appeared in front of the third master, and the second master punched the light curtain, causing the light curtain to fluctuate violently, and instantly turned into light spots all over the sky and disappeared.

The third master had already taken advantage of the momentum to back off, making tactic in his hand, chanting an unknown incantation, a nine-foot-tall sergeant in dilapidated black armor appeared in the arena, emitting black smoke all over his body.

When the black armored sergeant saw Er Ye, he spewed black smoke from his mouth and nose, and his figure turned into a smoke screen, disappearing from everyone's sight.

"Hey, crooked ways."

The second master gave a disdainful smile, stepped on his foot suddenly, and the bricks and stones on the ground with a radius of one meter showed spider web-like cracks and sank.

Bang bang bang.

Countless fist shadows turned into fist screens, striking suddenly in the empty mid-air, the sound of "塴啦啦" mirror shattering sounded in the field, and the dense black mist outlined the black armored soldiers staggering back.

Bang bang bang!

The simple knife shattered, and the armor turned into pieces. With just a few breaths, the menacing black-armored soldier was smashed into powder by the second master.

"Is this the green wood sword Lin Rongxu?" The guests present looked at the imposing man in front of them blankly, and muttered to themselves.

The second master wanted to fight again, but he heard a hoarse shout from a distance:

"stop!"

The two brothers, who were in the middle of a fierce battle, stopped the offensive at the same time when they heard the sound.

In the darkness, an old man with chicken skin and white hair walked out.

"father."

The old man walked up to the two of them slowly, with mournful eyes:
"The family is unfortunate!"

"Rong Xu, I already know about this matter, give father a face, let's sit down and explain clearly in a few days."

"But, dad..."

Second Master wanted to say more, but was interrupted by Old Master Lin, who shouted in a low voice:

"Listen to me, there are so many people present, do you want to embarrass me?"

"Then discuss it in a few days."

The second master's face was cloudy and uncertain, he turned around and left with a cold snort.

……

In the blink of an eye, three days passed.

In the early morning, Pan Ye untied the white cloth wrapped around his body.

There is no well-breathable gauze in this world, so it should be changed every day to prevent the wound from rotting.

In the past few days, with his strong physique as a high-grade warrior, except for the penetrating wound on his chest, other small wounds have gradually healed.

Yesterday, the second master asked someone to deliver the rumored demon blood marrow. It is a blood-red solid that looks like a jelly Q bomb.

Another piece of good news is that someone from Ginkgo Hall told him that his medicinal materials had arrived and he could go there to get them at any time.

In the past few days, in addition to the daily rehabilitation training, Pan Ye also asked the second master to help him fix a pair of gravity equipment for practicing light kung fu.

After Pan Ye got dressed, he dug out the little money left under the bed, feeling melancholy in his heart.

"After paying the balance of medicinal materials, there will be no money, and we have to consider the issue of making money."

Regarding the issue of making money, he has been thinking about it in his mind from time to time since time travel.

As a time traveler, one must give full play to the advantages of the time traveler.

Unfortunately, after some brainstorming, he found that it was difficult to create wealth in ancient times with the meager knowledge in his brain.

The only way to think of making money is to read some cool plots and various interesting settings in the novels I wrote down in my spare time.

(End of this chapter)