When the day dawned, the black-clothed leader came into the courtyard.

With a simple wave of your hand, words are like gold.

"Let's go!"

All the killers quickly assembled and rushed out after him.

There was no one on the street at this time, the curfew had not yet ended, and the people did not dare to run around the street, so they could only hear the footsteps of a group of black-clothed people.

Walking to the south gate of Yongchang City, everyone stepped forward to pull out the crossbar, opened the city gate, and found that there was a suspension bridge outside.

Without waiting for everyone to put down the drawbridge, the black-clothed leader directly clicked the water, jumped up, drew his sword out of the sheath and stared at a point, and hit the suspension bridge iron cable three times in a row.

"Cangchangchang!"

The rope snapped.

Next, the black-clothed leader did the same, and the iron cable on the other side was also cut, and the drawbridge collapsed with a bang.

The killers looked at each other and didn't dare to disturb the leader's pretense.

You have high martial arts, you are awesome, you are happy!

The black-clothed leader looked at the long sword in his hand, the blade of the sword was knocked out of the gap the size of a grain of rice, his face wrinkled slightly, and he threw it into the moat casually.

Lin Shan in the crowd noticed this scene, his eyes moved, thoughtful.

The officers and soldiers on duty on the city wall watched a group of black-clothed people walk away, all of them wanted to cry without tears.

Uncles can leave if you want to, and no one stops you, why do you sabotage! Are all masters so capricious?

……

The team went about ten miles to the south, and dragged out more than a dozen dart trucks in the bushes, which were the same batch that the Lin Dart Bureau escorted for the government yesterday! Thinking about it, I was dragged here overnight by the killers yesterday, and today I guess I will pull it to the employer again.

Lin Shan followed the team closely, and as the convoy gradually moved south, the direction seemed to be Qiqi County.

After walking for about thirty or forty miles, he came to a deserted and remote place, and there was an abandoned pavilion next to it, and the black-clothed leader ordered to rest on the spot.

Everyone didn't ask much, they each found a place to sit down, Lin Shan and Scarface were also separated, each consciously moving away from each other.

After three poles in the sun, everyone took out dry food and water bags from their burdens and ate silently.

……

Hours passed, and when it was getting dark, dust was raised on the official road in the direction from which they came.

"Drive!"

"Drive!"

"Phew!"

A group of cavalrymen dressed in iron armor rushed and dismounted in front of the pavilion, and the cavalry was about twenty or thirty people, followed by forty or fifty miscellaneous servants.

The killers on Nightingale's side became nervous, and some even pressed their hands on their weapons.

The black-clothed leader didn't care about the saber rattling, and went straight forward and asked, "Which one is Yang Juncheng?" ”

A middle-aged man walked out of the crowd opposite, looking like a master, wearing a black gauze hat on his head, with an extraordinary bearing, a smile on his face, and the soldiers around him faintly guarded.

"In Xia Yang Huaili, on the other side is the Nightingale River Protector?"

The black-clothed leader nodded, not verbose, stretched out his hand and pointed to the dart cart behind him, Yang Juncheng bowed slightly, and ordered left and right.

"Inspection!"

"Yes!"

A soldier stepped forward to inspect the cart, flipped it over as if to confirm something.

Lin Shan was more deaf and clear-sighted than others because of his cultivation of the innate exercises, standing with the killers, watching the middle-aged civil official and Jiang Protector in front of him talking to each other, he suddenly remembered something.

If he remembers correctly, the second-in-command of the civil official of Qinghe County, the county leader of Qinghe County, is called Yang Huaili, and he is the hardcore henchman of the county guard.

"Hiss~"

Lin Shan secretly took a breath of cold air, at that time, the batch of goods of the Lin Dart Bureau was ordered by the county guard, but now the county guard's henchmen came to the killer organization Nightingale to pick up the goods.

Don't...

The county keeper guards and steals? Hire a killer organization to pretend to be robbers and turn this batch of supplies into public and private?

The more Lin Shan thought about it, the more likely it became, he slowly sketched and depicted the entire conjecture, and instantly made up everything in his brain.

Boy! Now that the world is so dark, the local county guards are simply covering the sky with one hand, and this kind of public and private thing is almost all obvious!

Looking at the war horse cavalry on the opposite side, Lin Shan couldn't help but feel sad for the dead Wang Darthead, as well as the hundreds of dart guys. He gave his life in vain, and died indirectly at the hands of his employer.

I don't know what role the Lin family plays in it?

With so many cavalry and the county soldiers, they came all the way to Qiqi County, as a wealthy family with the head snake in Qinghe County, how could the Lin family not know?

Lin Shan felt a chill in his heart.

Outcast!

They have long been the outcasts of the Lin family, the Lin family must have reached some agreement with the government, this batch of goods must be of great importance, even at the cost of the life of a first-class master!

And if the dart master has a chance to return to Qinghe County, then what awaits them...

Lin Shan thought of Master Pu, thought of the old man's chic before parting, with a longing smile of fifty taels of silver, longing for the dream of retiring to the rivers and lakes to live a long life...

"Hopefully I'm wrong." Lin Shan closed his eyes and meditated.

……

About a quarter of an hour later, after the handover, the horseman followed the cavalry with the dart cart, and the billowing smoke and dust disappeared in the way from which they came.

At this moment, the sun had just set, and Jiang Protector still waved his hand.

"Let's go!"

The killers followed him all the way south.

Three watches at night.

After traveling fifty miles, all the killers were out of breath and tired, but they didn't dare to complain that Jiang Protector was too fast.

At this time, a tall city stood majestically in front of it, and the city wall was ten meters high! The brazier on the city gate tower is bright, the arrow stacks are arranged neatly, and the plaque at the city gate hangs the two big characters of "牂牁".

"The county town of Qiqi!"

This is the important town of the Great Song Dynasty in the southwest, and further south is the territory of the Southern Barbarians. It is said that in recent years, the Nanban side has also been learning the Great Song Dynasty system, and even built a dynasty to call the system, known as the Dali Kingdom.

In order to curb the erosion of the situation, the imperial court allocated funds to renovate the county town as a front-line town to resist the south's northward advance.

In recent years, it has become much more peaceful, and it has become an economic hub, connecting the two sides of trade.

……

All the men in black waited quietly under the city, without a trace of noise.

About ten breaths later, hanging baskets descended from the city wall, and the killers under the city were not surprised and were transported up in batches.

Lin Shan also came to the city wall, and at this time he saw a guard who was talking to Jiang Protector, with a slight smile on his face.

After the two chatted for a while, Jiang Protector took the lead in getting down the city wall, and then a group of killers sneaked into the city at night.

The city is very large, and when you are about to turn the corner, you finally come to an antique building, and the plaque on the door reads "Jing'an Hall" three big characters, and everyone is familiar with the road and enters.

After entering the lobby, I realized that the inside and the outside are simply two worlds.

Carved nanmu, sandalwood curling, brilliant lights, and loud voices.

There are killers in black all around, and people come and go, and it is estimated that there are hundreds of people. From time to time, people jumped in through the windows, and others went down the sewers, each hurrying back and forth, wearing a face towel and not approaching anyone.

Lin Shan looked around, the upstairs was surrounded by layers of fences, and there were several clerks in the center of the lobby, who were registering or receiving consultations, and a huge curtain behind him listed all kinds of tasks:

"Snipe the Guangnan hero Zhang Taimang, contribute 20 points."

"Intercept the county magistrate of Zhiyuan County to take office, whether you live or die, and contribute 15 points."

"Recover General Qiao's daughter, no damage, contribution points 10."

"Assassinate the son of Cheng in the imperial history of Dali, contribution point 10."

"Explore the hiding place of the Seven Kou of Mengshan Mountain, and contribute 5 points."

……

Lin Shan saw it as an eye-opener, there were all kinds of tasks on it, involving all aspects of the military and political affairs of the rivers and lakes, and he instantly felt that the nightingale did not seem to be simple.

This is the legendary killer organization?