After grinding the ink, Ming Jingyang retreated to the side and stood, while Mu Ziru walked to the table, dipped the pen in ink, and wrote a few cursive scripts on the white rice paper majestically: This book made Yu Mingyang Pavilion boss Ming Jingyang take away 100,000 taels of silver, if he has any objections in the future, he will go directly to the door owner. The payment is a big "saint" word, and the date of payment is March 25 in the seventh year of the Great Liang State Kaiping.

Although he was very reluctant, Ming Jingyang still respectfully took the withdrawal note written by Mu Ziru and carefully blew the undried star-dot ink on it. Afterwards, Ming Jingyang summoned a young man to come in and instructed the young man to immediately go to their own money bank nearby to get 10,000 taels of silver and 90,000 taels of silver.

After the young man took out the silver ticket and the deposit ticket, Mu Ziru didn't check the points, and directly folded the thin stack of silver tickets with a cinnabar pen with one thousand taels of silver written in half, and stuffed it into his arms.

Mu Ziru thought, with his identity as the Holy Envoy of the Heavenly Holy Gate, it was expected that Ming Jingyang would not dare to fool him into giving him one or two less silver. Otherwise, when he turns around, he will definitely let Ming Jingyang not be able to eat and walk around!

However, although Mu Ziru left a withdrawal note to prove that he had taken away 100,000 taels of silver, Ming Jingyang watched Mu Ziru stuff those silver tickets into his arms, although he was smiling on his face, he still felt distressed in his heart: That's 100,000 taels of silver! It's gone for nothing! How long will it take him to earn it back!

With a flattering smile in Ming Jingyang's respect, Mu Ziru strode out of Mingyang Pavilion with a spring breeze on his face.

Unlike Mu Ziru's face full of spring breeze, Ming Jingyang has a constipated face, and that is entirely because he is too distressed about the silver! After all, he went to 100,000 taels of silver at once, although the silver is not Ming Jingyang's, but to say that he is not distressed is definitely fake!

After leaving Mingyang Pavilion, Mu Ziru did not leave the city immediately, but went to an arms shop diagonally opposite Mingyang Pavilion.

On this trip to Jiangnan, Mu Ziru relied on his intuition to travel the rivers and lakes in the past few years, and he had a premonition that he would encounter a lot of things, so he needed to prepare some self-defense weapons in advance, otherwise if he really encountered danger, he would rely on his few poisonous silver needles - enough to choke!

After entering the weapons store, Mu Ziru walked to the old counter and asked the middle-aged man standing behind the counter, "Do you have a soft whip?"

Although Mu Ziru does not have the strong self-defense martial arts of Zhu Zimo, Lin Xiaoyang, and Mu Wen, his internal strength has risen greatly due to his perennial cultivation of Phantom Trace, and other weapons can't use it, but the soft whip that relies on internal force to manipulate it can still be used one or two.

Glancing up at Mu Ziru, the middle-aged man silently walked out of the counter and went to the corner of the store to pick up an old rectangular wooden box about half a meter long, about thirty centimeters wide, and about twenty centimeters high and put it on the counter.

When I opened the wooden box, it contained a box full of soft whips. Those soft whips are different in color, length, and quality.

One by one, Mu Ziru was not very satisfied, so he asked, "Is there anything better than this?"

When the middle-aged man heard this, he leaned down and went under the counter to tinker for a while, and when he stood up again, he already had a pure black soft whip in his hand.

This whip is pure black in color, and the handle is made of the same material as the whip body, but it is also wrapped with a layer of wooden grip on the outside, perhaps to allow the user to better grip the soft whip. A small sheet of metal was tied to the tail of the whip, and the perimeter of the blade was sharpened enough to rival the blade.

Mu Ziru took the pure black soft whip handed to him by the middle-aged man, tried the toughness and length of the whip, and then asked the middle-aged man: "How much silver is this soft whip?"

The middle-aged man lazily raised his eyelids and spit out an astonishing price: "Fifty taels." ”

Hearing this price, three black lines obviously appeared above Mu Ziru's head: Fifty taels? This is enough for the expenses of an ordinary family of five for a year, and it costs so much money for such a whip that is barely considered a high-quality whip?

Squinting at the middle-aged man, Mu Ziru said coldly: "It's too expensive." ”

It's not that Mu Ziru is reluctant to give up that bit of silver, he just took 100,000 taels of silver from Ming Jingyang, the owner of Mingyang Pavilion, and he has the silver. However, a soft whip that was obviously only worth ten taels of silver cost Mu Ziru five times the price to buy it, even if he took advantage of it, Mu Ziru would definitely not be able to make it. After all, buying something is also worth the money, right?

Although the 100,000 taels of silver did not belong to Mu Ziru, it was also silver, wasn......'t it? Although it is true that it was picked up for nothing......

"And how much do you say?" the middle-aged man asked as if he didn't have much energy.

Originally, in normal times, Mu Ziru did not have the patience and leisure to bargain with others, but because he had just scavenged Zhu Zimo for 100,000 taels of silver, Mu Ziru was in a good mood at this time, so he answered with a good temper: "At most ten taels, if I don't sell it, I will go to another house to buy it." ”

With that, Mu Ziru put the pure black soft whip in his hand on the counter, turned around, and made a posture of leaving.

"Ten taels is ten taels!" Seeing that Mu Ziru was about to leave, the middle-aged man put away the wooden box and replied weakly.

Turning around with a smile, he took out a silver ticket of one hundred taels from his sleeve pocket and slapped it on the counter very generously, not unintentionally, Mu Ziru saw the middle-aged man roll his eyes at the silver ticket of one hundred taels on the counter.

After finding the money, Mu Ziru took the pure black soft whip and went to the nearby horse market again, and spent hundreds of taels to pick a good pure black horse, and then really embarked on the road to Jiangnan.

Because civilians in the capital are not allowed to ride through the city, so Mu Ziru has been leading the horse to go, and when he got out of the crepe south gate, Mu Ziru turned over on the horse neatly, and after sitting firmly, he threw the horsewhip in the air, and the horse under him galloped away like a wind, leaving only a piece of dust.

Mu Ziru would not have expected that this trip to Jiangnan would make him encounter so many accidents......! It should be said that it was an unexpected surprise!

In the blink of an eye, the sunset in the western mountains, the distant mountains overlap and overlap, like a picturesque ink.

In the endless sky, only a pale red glow floats in the distant sky, some of the red glow is like a long line, some are like fans, and some are like animals...... The shapes are different and strange, and for a while it is to fascinate the human eye.

In the south, the weather in March, during the day, there is the sun, in fact, it is not cold, but at ten o'clock in the night, occasionally a cool breeze blows, if the clothes are a little thin, it will still feel very cold.

After a day's drive on horseback, Mu Ziru, who was sweating lightly, finally came to a village at sunset.

When he was still fifty meters away from the entrance of the village, Mu Ziru stopped his horse and sat on the horse's back, looking at the village from afar.

From the outside, the village was not very large, and there were only fifty or sixty families in the village.

At this moment, it was obviously time to cook dinner, but this village was so quiet and strange! Mu Ziru not only didn't see the scene of cooking smoke in the village, but he didn't even see a single figure, as if he was ...... It's just a vacant village.

However, this village can never be a vacant village, because this village is the village where Lin Zhiwu and Lin Xiaoyang spent the first night after they left Daliang Kyoto Crepe Ten days ago.

However, in just ten days, how could a village full of people become an empty village? They must not all be moved? But weren't they threatened by a mysterious man not to move out of the village?

Although Mu Ziru didn't know that Lin Zhiwu and Lin Xiaoyang had spent the night in this village before, let alone what happened to them in this village, his intuition told Mu Ziru that there was something wrong with this village!

Turning over and dismounting, looking at the village immersed in the afterglow of the sunset, Mu Ziru felt that this village was full of strange atmosphere.

Holding the black horse that he bought in the Creping Horse Market in the morning with his left hand, Mu Ziru tightened his cuffs with his right hand, although his face was as calm as water, he had actually raised twelve points of vigilance in his heart.

Raising his legs and taking a step, Mu Ziru led the black horse step by step towards the entrance of the village in front of him.

The closer he got to that village, the more surprised and vigilant Mu Ziru became, this is an instinct to detect danger and warn Mu Ziru that there is danger ahead!

When Mu Ziru was about to walk to the entrance of the village, Mu Ziru suddenly stopped and stopped taking a step forward, and the black horse held by Mu Ziru in his hand, I don't know if it was because he felt something, began to twist his neck a little restlessly, his nose kept snorting, and his front hooves were very restless and kicked the black dirt on the ground.

Feeling the restlessness of the black horse, suddenly, a wicked smile appeared on Mu Ziru's originally expressionless face, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, a very cold wind blew in the evening, combined with Mu Ziru's demonic facial features and the evil smile at the corner of his mouth, it actually made people feel a chill for no reason.

Led the black horse to a plane tree not far from the entrance of the village, and tied the reins around the neck of the black horse on the trunk of the plane tree, Mu Ziru raised his hand and patted the black horse's neck, as if to appease the black horse's anxious feelings, and then, with his hand, he turned around and strode towards the entrance of the village.

It is said that animals have a natural sensitivity to danger, and the black horse is afraid of this, it must be that there is danger in this village, and it is not ordinary danger!

Not only Mu Ziru's horse, but even Mu Ziru, who has lived a life like a tightrope on the rivers and lakes all the year round, also keenly smelled an extremely unusual breath, a breath called "death".

This breath of death greatly induced the excitatory factors in Mu Ziru's body, making Mu Ziru a little impatient to spy on the source of that breath of death.

With the wicked smile still hooked on the corner of his mouth, Mu Ziru walked into the entrance of the village with steady steps.