Ming Dynasty: The ghost betrays the Confucian sage, my son Zhu Yuanzhang

Chapter 15 Yang Xian: I really know how to thank you
Xuanwu Lake.

Dozens of majestic ships were ready to go. The ships were filled with bags of food. The sails were hung high and swayed gently in the breeze.

This is the Beggar Clan's boat, used to transport food for the Ministry of Households.

Fourth Master Zhu stood on a ship and watched them leave the port.

Following the order, the ships unmoored and set sail one after another. The oars cut through the water, causing ripples. The fleet gradually moved away, and finally disappeared into the distant water and sky.

Only then did Fourth Master Zhu turn around and look at the Yulong Gang's boat not far away.

After the beginning of spring, the Yulong Gang was raided by the Water Transport Department from time to time and even fined.

Of course they couldn't afford to offend the Yamen, so they had no choice but to admit defeat.

After going back and forth, the businessmen who originally cooperated with them stopped looking for them.

The members of the Ichthyosaurus Gang are already ants on a hot pot.

"Xiao Zhang." Fourth Master Zhu shouted to Zhang Dingbian on the opposite boat, "How about you join my gang of beggars? We can't finish our work. We are transporting water and selling salt. Brothers eat well and drink spicy food every day. .”

"Zhu, are you the one behind this?" Zhang Dingbian shouted angrily.

"Xiao Zhang, you can take medicine randomly, but you can't talk nonsense." Fourth Master Zhu spread his hands, "I have a big business, what do you care about me?"

"Don't let me find out." Zhang Ding gritted his teeth.

"Have you not eaten meat or drank wine for a long time? Let's go, I'm sorry, let's go to Taibai Tower." Fourth Master Zhu raised his eyebrows.

"Get out!" Zhang Dingbian glared.

Everyone standing behind him swallowed their saliva when they heard the words Taibai Tower.

They haven't seen any smell of meat since the beginning of spring.

Not to mention eating meat, I can hardly eat anymore.

"Don't pull him down!" Fourth Master Zhu turned around and shouted to the Beggar Gang, "Brothers, kill a pig tonight and eat the meat, open your belly."

Opposite, the Ichthyosaurus Gang gnashed their teeth.

……

The night is getting darker, and a bright moon hangs in the sky.

On both sides of the street, willow trees have sprouted green shoots, and they are swaying gently in the night wind.

Fourth Master Zhu came back from the Beggar Clan after drinking. He felt a little dizzy and howled as he walked:

Ordinary DISCO, our ordinary shaker

Ordinary passers-by are looking at

My ordinary soul is in an ordinary out-of-body experience
Ordinary burning in ordinary actions and times
"What the hell is this song about!" A very irritable voice came from the alley next to it.

Then, more than a dozen people rushed out and surrounded Fourth Master Zhu.

The leader was a swordsman with eyes like an eagle. He raised his sword and said, "Who is it? Fourth Master, right? Our Lord is here to invite you."

"Who are you adults?" Fourth Master Zhu asked with a smile.

"Follow us and be honest. You'll know when you get there. Don't force the brothers to use violence." The swordsman snorted coldly.

"Please lead the way." Fourth Master Zhu spread his hands.

He was not afraid at all, he just wanted to see who it was.

Soon, he was taken to the Qinhuai River, where a man in black robe stood by the river.

"Sir, we've brought it here." The swordsman came to the black robe.

The black robe slowly turned around, his face was covered, only a pair of small eyes were exposed, and he said coldly: "Master Zhu, please write down your secret recipe for making salt, and I will spare your life."

Fourth Master Zhu looked up and down with great interest: "Do you dare to take off your black robe?"

The black robe smiled coldly: "It's unnecessary."

Fourth Master Zhu stared at him: "Do you dare to open your eyes?"

The black robe was instantly angry: "I've opened my eyes as wide as possible."

Fourth Master Zhu seemed to be smiling, but he knew these eyes.

"Liu Bing, Si Cheng of the Salt Envoy Department, Mr. Liu, you are very good at playing." He chuckled.

The black robe was obviously shocked. He waved his hand violently, and the dozen or so people rushed towards Fourth Master Zhu.

Today he not only wants to ask for the secret recipe for making salt, but also wants to kill him.

Fourth Master Zhu's long silver hair was flying in the wind. He held the long sword high in both hands, holding his breath and concentrating on the intention of the sword.

The dozen or so people quickly came to him, with a dozen knives gleaming with cold light. The leading swordsman jumped up and struck him with a knife.

Fourth Master Zhu's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he slashed at the swordsman who was roaring towards him.

choke!
A brilliant sword light shot across the sky.

what-

With a scream, two bloody things fell from the air, accompanied by a shower of blood.

Astonishingly, it was the swordsman who was cut into two pieces with one sword.

Everyone was so numb that they didn’t dare to rush.

"Quickly, kill him quickly." Liu Bing screamed.

He was so scared that he no longer cared about the secret recipe for making salt.

He never expected that Fourth Master Zhu would be so frightened, and a chill would rise up his spine.

"Kill me?" Fourth Master Zhu laughed evilly and arrogantly.

He stood on one foot and killed with a single sword. He walked with the sword, and each sword was faster than the other. For a moment, the sword light filled the sky, and the terrifying sword energy spread layer by layer like an angry wave.

Puffs of blood, accompanied by bursts of screams, fell like rain.

In an instant, the ground was covered with corpses.

……

Liu Bing was completely stunned, turned around and ran away.

However, the terrifying sword intention shrouded down, and Fourth Master Zhu fell from the sky like a demon king, and put a long knife on Liu Bing's neck.

Bang!

Liu Bing knelt down and kowtowed quickly: "Spare your life, Fourth Master, it's not me who wants to kill you, it's... it's Yang Xian, it's him... he wants your secret recipe for making salt."

He said everything in one breath.

"I see. It seems that I'm going to visit Mr. Yang." Fourth Master Zhu smiled coldly, "You can't go empty-handed. I'll lend you your head."

His eyes were cold and he chopped it off with a single stroke of his knife.

scold!
Heads fell to the ground.

He pulled off Liu Bing's robe, picked up the head, carried it, and walked towards Yang's house.

It was not his wish to kill a court official. After all, he wanted to hang out in the capital and could not offend the government.

However, since he killed him, he had to solve the subsequent troubles.

He, Fourth Master Zhu, has never been afraid of trouble. At worst, if he leaves the capital, with his current cultivation level, where in the world will he not be able to go?

The moonlight fell on him, casting a long shadow.

Soon, we arrived in front of Yang Xian's mansion.

The mansion is not big, just an ordinary courtyard, not as good as the Lu Mansion.

Fourth Master Zhu jumped over the courtyard wall and landed in the courtyard.

Seeing that there was still light in the study, he walked directly over.

Yang Xian was in the study at the moment, holding a book, but had no intention of reading. He was waiting for news from Liu Bing.

dong dong!

There was a knock on the door, and Yang Xian shouted impatiently: "Come in!"

He thought he was a servant of the family.

With a creak, the door was pushed open, and Fourth Master Zhu walked in. Yang Xian did not raise his head, but lowered his head and rubbed his eyebrows.

Fourth Master Zhu walked up to him and placed Liu Bing's head on the table in front of Yang Xian. A pungent smell of blood instantly gushed out.

Yang Xian suddenly looked up and saw Liu Bing's head on the table. He screamed in fright and fell to the ground with a bang.

"Sir Yang." Fourth Master Zhu said condescendingly, "This is my first visit, so a small gift is not respectful. I hope you can accept it."

"You...what do you want to do?" Yang Xian was trembling all over.

Fourth Master Zhu sat down on the chair, poured himself a cup of hot tea, and took a slow sip.

"Let's talk?" He raised his hand.

Yang Xian climbed up tremblingly.

(End of this chapter)