Jin Yiwei starts from Ming Yugong

83 Lucky
Xia Yan fell from the cliff, so he had no choice but to save himself, and the Hundred Refinement Knife in his hand plunged towards the cliff.

The knife collided with the stone wall, shooting out sparks.

There was a severe tearing pain in his right arm, but it still couldn't shake his determination to survive.

Reluctantly running the Spiral Nine Shadows, using its strength to maneuver in the air, looking at six directions, finally found a raised rock, barely a standing point.

He slowed down a little, and inserted the knife into the rock, but after stabbing it three times in a row, the rock wall still remained motionless.

Xia Yan frowned, looking for other footholds on the cliff, but before he found it, he felt that the stones under his feet had loosened.

hateful!Do you really want to die here!
'System, open the mall and provide me with a dagger that cuts iron like mud. '

The system mall immediately spread out, listing several short knives.

Xia Yan didn't bother to look at the price, and directly exchanged for a Mingye Knife.

The blade is like ink, and the iron is like mud!

It's up to you whether you live or die!Xia Yan stabbed down with a knife, and the blade went all the way into the rock wall.

The rock under his feet fell at this moment, and Xia Yan was half-hanging on the cliff, but he was relieved in his heart, and a smile appeared on his face.

Focusing on the knife, he cautiously fell down the cliff.

After about an hour, Xia Yan fell to the ground along the cliff.

After relaxing in my heart, I fell to the ground as if I lost my strength, even ignoring the pain in my right shoulder.

After a while, Xia Yan took off his clothes, checked the injury on his right shoulder, and exchanged a bone medicine from the system to apply on his shoulder.

Changing into casual clothes, he took off the human skin mask on his face and put it in his arms, and walked outside Yuanshan.

Now he is the only one who knows where the treasure is hidden, so he can wait with peace of mind, and wait for the limelight to pass before taking out the treasure.

Xia Yan walked slowly towards the outside of the mountain, but accidentally bumped into the white tiger.

After Bai Hu looked up and down, he said calmly: "You seem to have been seriously injured."

"I met a great master, and I am so lucky to survive!" Xia Yan smiled all over his face, as if he was just talking about a trivial matter.

"This kind of thing has never been lucky!" Baihu rushed over when he saw someone wriggling on the cliff.

It was a cliff hundreds of feet high, and being able to come down from the cliff was simply luck.

Bai Hu continued: "Who is that grand master?"

"He claims to be Murong Zhen, and he gives me the feeling that he is equal to you, and may even be better than you."

Xia Yan thought for a while before expressing his judgment.

"Is he alive or dead now?"

Baihu believed that Xia Yan must have used the throwing knife, otherwise what he could only see was a corpse.

"I can't tell."

Before Xia Yan fell off the cliff, he only saw the flying knife penetrate Murong Zhen's body.

As for whether he was dead or not, it was hard for him to make a judgment before seeing the corpse.

"Tell me in detail." Bai Hu said.

Xia Yan recounted everything from the time he met Murong Cheng.

"His folding fan kung fu is exactly the same as Murong An's, it should be the same kung fu."

Happy fan!Murong Town, the contemporary head of the Murong family!

The Murong family has already pushed everything away, and I'm afraid they can't find any clues.

Bai Hu recalled the dossier about Murong's family, with a solemn look on his face.

Seeing that Baihu didn't speak, Xia Yan smiled and said, "Master Commander, do you know how to leave the bottom of the cliff? I'm going back to Jinyiwei to deal with something."

"You're not looking for treasures anymore." Baihu asked suspiciously.

"You haven't returned to Jinyiwei for a month, I went to the mountain to find you."

Xia Yan's original intention was this way, but he didn't expect that something unexpected happened and he found the treasure spot.

That's the windfall.

"You can watch it."

Bai Hu's face softened a little, and he felt that without Bai Jiao Xia Yan during this period, at least he would care about his safety.

"If this treasure is found, it doesn't belong to me. It's better to guard my one-acre three-point land."

Xia Yan shrugged, the top priority is still to make money, and he always feels unsafe without a life-saving talisman.

"Get rid of some things as soon as possible, otherwise it will not be a good thing for you."

Baihu has already found out what Xia Yan did through Jin Yiwei's channel.

"I will take part of the money paid by these shops and pay it as food tax for the people."

"Those poor people will have a better way out."

"If the imperial court is willing to promote commercial taxation, it will be the best for the common people."

In order for Xia Yan to practice martial arts, the system is a shortcut, and he must make money.

Daming's business tax is almost a decoration, and it would be a waste if it is not collected. It is better to use it to subsidize yourself and help the people.

"The ancestral system of the Ming Dynasty cannot be changed, and it cannot be mentioned again in the future."

Baihu shook his head, the current emperor is not a mediocre lord, but once the ancestral system is violated, the entire court will be turned upside down.

"Hehe." Xia Yan smiled and fell silent.

After Bai Hu understood Xia Yan's intention, he said slowly: "You should be careful."

"Thank you sir."

Xia Yan knew that Baihu had his stand and would not let Jin Yiwei take risks.

Now this attitude is the best support.

Bai Hu walked forward in silence. He has been walking outside for many years and has seen the suffering of the people.

It is also a good thing for the people that Xia Yan is willing to do this.

The two walked out of Yuanshan in silence, and Baihu returned to Yuanshan.

Xia Yan cupped his hands in thanks, and with a long roar, he summoned Texue, rode it back to Fuzhou City.

Yuanshan, where Murong Cheng is.

A man in black hurried over to report. After hearing this, Murong Cheng's face changed slightly but he quickly calmed down.

"Everyone, that devil Zhang San has fallen to the bottom of the cliff, and I'm afraid he will never come back."

"Okay, good death." Fei Bin applauded loudly.

"Amitabha." Shi Xin bowed his head and lightly called the Buddha's name.

Lu Xiaofeng lay on the rock and sat up in surprise.

Dongfang was also quite surprised.

"Everyone, I still have to pick up other people, so I won't accompany you."

Murong Cheng strode away, his footsteps a little hurried.

Lu Xiaofeng pondered for a while, then followed up with lightness kung fu.

Dongfang Bai didn't follow the rules either, so he immediately followed.

Murong Cheng's martial arts are not bad, but Lu Xiaofeng's martial arts are even higher, and they easily caught up with him.

Murong Cheng quickly came to a rock wall covered by vines, pushed aside the vines and walked in.

As soon as he entered the cave, he heard a cough, "Father, are you okay?"

"It's okay, but I'm going to retreat to heal my wounds, so don't bring people here for now, I'm afraid you won't be able to suppress them." Murong Zhen breathed a sigh of relief and said slowly.

"That devil Zhang San is only in the innate realm, how could he hurt father."

Murong Cheng's face was full of disbelief, this is simply impossible.

Murong Zhen was about to answer, but when he sensed movement outside the vine, he jumped up from the ground and went straight out of the cave.

Lu Xiaofeng sensed that something was wrong, turned his head and left the place.

Dongfang Bai was not slow, and immediately followed.

Murong Zhen looked at the backs of the two going away, showing killing intent on his body.

"Cheng'er, go and kill everyone on the top of the mountain!"

Murong Cheng accepted the order without hesitation!

(End of this chapter)