A washed-up martial arts master reborn thirty years ago

Seeing that everyone was going to chase them with great interest, Yang Qingyun did not stop them.

His goal for this trip is very clear. Revenge is not the purpose. The purpose is to seize the Black Wind Thief's accumulation over the years to use it as a basis for his own cultivation and promotion.

"Where will the things be?"

Walking through the vast open space, we came to the hall of Heifeng Village,

Looking at the empty hall and the empty Tiger Mountain King's Seat standing on the steps under the withered tiger head at the end, Yang Qingyun fell into deep thought.

I feel like I killed someone too early!

Who knows where they have hidden the wealth they have plundered over the years?

This kind of thing,

I'm afraid only the three leaders of the Black Wind Pirates know this!

"Forget it, let's go look for each place."

Yang Qingyun shook his head slightly, helplessly preparing to search around.

However,

Um?

Anyone?

He stepped on the ground with a sudden force, and the dark floor tiles shattered and cracked. A piece of gravel the size of a thumb was ejected and rose up in front of him.

Yang Qingyun flicked his finger, and the piece of gravel immediately shot towards the wooden wall covered by rags like a bullet!

With a sneer,

The rag was pierced, and the gravel hit a figure hiding behind!

"ah!"

The figure screamed, a wound was pierced through the gravel on his shoulder, and he fell out.

"It seems that I don't have to worry anymore. Can you tell me where your village master's belongings are placed?"

Yang Qingyun slowly walked to the figure who fell to the ground, clutching the wound on his shoulder and said calmly.

Lying on the ground,

He is a servant wearing gray servant clothes.

Covering the wound on his shoulder, he trembled all over and looked up at Yang Qingyun tremblingly.

This is a servant who is responsible for cleaning in Heifeng Village.

"I remembered some memories, not so good."

A cold look flashed in Yang Qingyun's eyes.

These people were slaves plundered from the countryside by the Black Wind Village. They had the lowest status in the village and were bullied by the Black Wind Bandits.

However,

They dare not resist the strong man who inflicts pain on them,

But he dares to wield his sword at the weaker ones!

For example, the slaves who were once kidnapped by Heifeng bandits together with Yang Qingyun and imprisoned in the back mountain!

to deduct, to frame, to oppress, to flog, to take pleasure in

This is really not a pleasant memory.

Fortunately,

The character tempered by the wandering life in his previous life made him somewhat intangible to emotions and anger. Although he was disgusted in his heart, he didn't show anything on his face.

"I-I don't know!"

"My hero, my hero, spare your life!"

The slave was trembling all over, as if he was frightened. He lay on the ground and begged for mercy.

Anyone who sees this scene will probably feel unbearable.

only,

This set of tactics has no effect on Yang Qingyun.

After all, in his previous life, he had seen these people torture an innocent villager to death for fun one moment in the name of trying to escape, and the next moment they were trembling and kneeling on the ground, with their faces on the ground to please the black wind thief. Members are as humble as the dust in the ground.

Bullying the weak and fearing the strong, and using more cruel methods to treat the weaker ones, this is their way of survival!

Yang Qingyuan didn't want to comment on whether the matter was right or wrong.

What he cares about is the wealth that Black Wind Thief has accumulated over the years!

In this empty cottage hall, everyone else had already run away. Only this guy did not take advantage of the chaos to escape, but hid in a corner of the hall.

Clearly someone with an idea!

and,

Yang Qingyun also faintly felt a fresh smell of blood from the other party. It seemed that this guy had killed someone not long ago.

interesting.

"Is that so? Sorry, it seems you are no longer of use to me."

Yang Qingyun's face was dull, with no expression at all, and he spoke calmly.

"No! No! I am still useful, hero!"

"I know where the warehouse of Black Wind Village is! Spare my life! I'll take you to the warehouse!"

"Then lead the way."

Yang Qingyun's expression remained calm.

The slave immediately got up and crawled to the ground, and walked in front to lead the way in fear.

Under the leadership of the slave, Yang Qingyun bypassed the cottage hall and walked into a remote path, staying away from the cottage's messy thatched wooden houses. He walked along the tree-lined path and passed several unmanned sentry posts along the way. The blocked wooden gate had been opened, and finally we came to a cliff!

A small plank road folds and winds along the cliff from bottom to top, extending to a hundred meters above the cliff, into a hollow cave in the middle of the cliff!

"My hero, that cave is the warehouse of Black Wind Village! All the wealth of the entire Black Wind Village is gathered there!"

The slave spoke cautiously, while keeping his eyes on Yang Qingyun's face from time to time.

Seeing that he was looking at the cliff cave on the top without saying anything, he carefully stepped back to the side.

But then Yang Qingyun grabbed his collar, lifted him up, jumped up and down several times along the small plank road, flew up like a roc, and quickly fell into the cave in the middle of the cliff.

This cave is not small either. The width of the ground is only four or five meters. The top is irregularly arched. The rocks inside the cave are rugged and extend into the dark depths.

I don’t know whether it is a natural formation or a man-made construction.

Since the Black Wind Pirates took up residence here, they built an iron gate at the entrance of the cave, renovated the cave on the cliff, and built a warehouse.

And at this time,

The iron door at the entrance of the cave has been opened, and there are still many corpses on the ground. Not far away, a few black wind thieves are carrying heavy baggage behind them and are fighting each other with weapons. The corpses lying on the ground are all carried by the dead. The baggage was torn open, and white silver was scattered.

That’s right, it’s the warehouse!

Seeing this scene, Yang Qingyun knew that he was in the right place and threw the slave aside.

At this time, Yang Qingyun's figure appeared. During the battle, a red-eyed black thief slashed at Yang Qingyun's head with a knife.

"court death!"

Yang Qingyun naturally would not tolerate them, and his eyes were cold.

Two fingers easily clamped the incoming knife blade tightly, and then, under the astonished gaze of the opponent, with a flick of skill, he knocked the long knife out of the opponent's hand, and easily snatched the long knife from the opponent's hand with his backhand.

At the same time, he punched out with his left hand, breaking the ribs of the Black Wind Bandit, and his chest collapsed. His whole body flew out like a cannonball and hit the stone wall. He vomited blood and died before his eyes.

This scene,

The other Black Wind thieves who were fighting were all shocked when they saw it.

But Yang Qingyun didn't talk nonsense to them. His figure flashed, the sword flashed, blood splashed everywhere, and he killed several people on the spot in just one breath!

Yang Qingyun mentioned walking deep into the warehouse,

Several messy large wooden boxes fell to the ground at this time, and the scattered silver fell to the soil and was stained with blood. Several groups of black thieves fought here, causing the entire warehouse to be in chaos, and everyone was red-eyed.

Without any nonsense, Yang Qingyun directly sent all these red-eyed black wind thieves to calm down.

soon,

Yang Qingyun was the only living person left in the warehouse.

He used a knife to open the wooden boxes in the warehouse one after another, revealing all kinds of precious collections including white silver coins, silks and satins, calligraphy and painting jades, etc.

A large amount of wealth brings joy to people's hearts.

With this large amount of money, there is no doubt that Yang Qingyun's martial arts path will be much smoother in the future!

"Enough money to buy enough medicinal materials, refine elixirs, and refine Qi and blood. I need to improve my cultivation as soon as possible so that I can have the strength to compete for those unborn opportunities in my previous life."

"It's just, is there something missing?"

After thinking about it carefully, Yang Qingyun frowned slightly.

These things may seem like a lot, but in fact they probably add up to about 10,000 taels of silver.

The Black Wind Bandits have been entrenched here for many years, and during this period of time, cholera swept half of the wilderness of Huangshi Town. They attacked at least dozens of villages and robbed countless wealthy families. How could they only have this little thing?

Suddenly,

Yang Qingyun seemed to have thought of something.

The figure flashed,

Withdrew.

However,

The iron door that I came from was completely closed at some point. Not only was it heavily locked, but a huge sliding stone was blocked behind the iron door.

Completely shut the iron gate!

Yang Qingyun's eyes turned cold, full of murderous intent!

"Hoo! Hoo!"

In the chaotic Black Wind Village, the slave who had taken Yang Qingyun to the warehouse was nervously running towards the village hall.

At this time, there were a few corpses on the ground of the cottage Juyi Hall, but no one else was seen. After all, this was just a gathering place for black thieves, and there was no money or water.

After some people finished fighting, they left and went to other places.

After carefully observing the surroundings and confirming that no one was around, the slave suppressed the excitement that could not be concealed in his heart and tiptoed towards the tiger leather seat.

Climbing up on the chair, he stood up on tiptoes and took out the dried tiger head specimen on top. He reached out and took out a few soft papers, two books, and three boxes from the hole behind his head.

In the midst of joy,

Poof!

A knife suddenly penetrated his body from behind. The slave's eyes suddenly widened and he wanted to say something.

But Yang Qingyun didn't give him a chance to speak. He slapped his head with a palm, shattering his skull and killing him completely.

"You think you can trap me to death with these little clevernesses? Ridiculous!"

Yang Qingyun's face turned a little dark,

Although there were no serious consequences, he was extremely unhappy at being plotted against.

Grab what's in his hand.

The first thing that caught my eye were the five soft papers of unknown material that seemed to be embroidered with gold threads.

There are several large characters written in the middle of the dense golden threads that can be called artistic.

Sihai Trading Company,

golden ticket,

One thousand taels!

Yang Qingyun raised his eyebrows, this is a golden ticket of one thousand taels of gold!

And such a golden ticket,

There are five in total!