dusk.
The setting sun is like blood.
Wang Yi escorted the disaster relief money to a small town.
Wuzhen!
There were not many people in Wuzhen. They were all in a hurry, with no sign of joy.
At the corner of the street, there is a lonely old tree growing, accompanied by dead vines.
On the treetops, hundreds of black crows screamed "wow-wow-wow", which was shrill and scary.
Under the tree, there were dozens of beggars sitting, dressed in ragged clothes, holding broken bowls in their hands, and with numb faces.
Ordinary people hurried home.
Wang Yi couldn't see any hope in the faces of the people.
Wuzhen is a hundred miles away from Ping'an County and five hundred miles away from Kyoto. With this situation, you can imagine what the situation in the north will be like.
Wang Yi glanced to the west.
Starting from Ping'an County, he had noticed that many people were following him.
Fortunately, these people are not too strong. They should be some gangsters who want to steal the money.
To rob the silver in his hands, Wang Yi, is to think too much.
When the beggars saw Wang Yi and his party arriving, they all showed fear.
They recognize Jin Yiwei's costume.
In their eyes, Jin Yiwei kills people without blinking an eye.
Even so, three old beggars stood up, carrying broken bowls, and walked towards Wang Yi.
"Brother Yi, come here those three beggars, I'll drive them away!"
Wang Ye has a good heart, but he also knows that there are many people with ulterior motives watching them secretly.
In emergency situations, it’s better to be vigilant!
Wang Yi's face was calm and his eyes were slightly focused. He watched the three old beggars approaching and waved: "Pang Guang, drive them away. If they don't listen to the advice, kill them!"
"Yes, sir!"
Pang Guang was eight feet tall, with strong muscles and a fierce face. He was afraid of ghosts.
When the three old beggars saw Pang Guang approaching, they hesitated and immediately shouted: "Sir, this little old man just wants to beg for something to stutter."
Pang Guang's expression was cold, and his words were even more unkind: "Get out, or I'll kill you!"
The three old beggars had a fierce look in their eyes, but when they saw Pang Guang's majestic body and the embroidered spring knife at his waist, they still chose to retreat.
Wang Yi focused his peripheral vision on the footsteps of the three old beggars and thought to himself: Their steps are steady and they have kung fu on them. Are they here to test them, or are they members of the beggar gang?
Among the rivers and lakes, there is a big gang, the Beggar Gang.
Rumor has it that there are more than a million disciples of the Beggar Clan, but they are all a ragtag group of people.
The purpose of the Beggar Clan: to be chivalrous and righteous.
But if there are too many people, it is inevitable that there will be those who commit crimes.
Even some super large sects and big families will send outstanding disciples to join the Beggar Clan in order to control the Beggar Clan.
Wang Yi doesn't know the purpose of these three old beggars with deep internal power. If there is any abnormal movement, they will be killed with thunderous means!
After the three old beggars retreated, they came to a ruined temple.
They broke open the stone trough, revealing a cave.
Beggar's Cave.
Two beggars entered the cave. The beggar outside pushed the stone trough to block the entrance of the cave.
The dark passage, I don’t know how long it is.
Dark and secluded.
The two beggars walked to the end of the passage and came to a mysterious underground palace.
A middle-aged man was reclining on the Taishi's chair above the palace.
The middle-aged man is dressed in brocade clothes, with a jade ring on his right thumb. A large black mole on his nose has a black hair, which is thick and long and extremely eye-catching.
Even though he is dressed in brocade clothes, the middle-aged man still gives people a sinister look.
The two beggars knelt down on one knee and clasped their fists with both hands: "Master Xiang, they are here. They are all young guards with third-rate martial arts skills!"
The middle-aged man's face suddenly showed joy, "Third rate, did you read that correctly?"
"Incense Master, you will never be wrong!" the two old beggars swore.
The middle-aged man laughed loudly: "Okay, okay, it seems that there is no one in Jinyiwei. Let's take action tonight!"
The old beggar saw that the Xiang Master was so happy and knew that the Xiang Master decided to take action. He was a little worried and reminded: "Xiang Master, will Wang Yi, the master who killed the Five Wolves of Mobei, be among them?"
The middle-aged man touched the big black mole on his nose and didn't care at all: "What are you afraid of? Rumors are always exaggerated. Maybe Jin Yiwei deliberately released the news to scare us away; even if it is true, so what, Mo Mo The Five Northern Wolves are top-notch masters, and the Jin Yiwei King Yi relied on sneak attacks to kill the Five Mobei Wolves. His strength is probably top-notch, or at best, super-top-notch, and he has to lie down in front of Mihunsan."
"The incense owner is still thoughtful." The old beggar praised.
"Old method, stun them all, kill them immediately, dig a big hole, without anyone noticing, one hundred thousand taels of silver, isn't it ours, hahahaha!" A middle-aged man with a big black mole on his nose Laughed.
In this Wuzhen, he is the master.
Over the years, he used this method to get no less than 80,000 taels of silver, and there were hundreds of corpses underground.
The eyes of the two old beggars shone brightly, as if one hundred thousand taels of silver were right in front of them.
"Master Xiang, my subordinates will make arrangements now!"
The middle-aged man with the big black mole on his nose pressed his hand: "Go ahead, just like those caravans that were robbed and killed a few times before, find an opportunity to kill them all, and catch them all in one fell swoop, without anyone noticing!"
"Yes, Incense Master."
The two old beggars took the order and left the underground palace.
On the streets of Wuzhen, except for some old beggars, ordinary people went home early.
In the sky above the dead vines and old trees, groups of black shadows hovered.
Crows, swarms!
The sky is getting darker and darker.
The bright moon disappears behind the dark clouds.
I can't see my fingers.
Wang Yi came to the only inn in Wuzhen.
Yuelai Inn!
One shopkeeper, two waiters, and a table in the west.
There are eight private rooms on the second floor.
"Sir, would you like a drink?" the waiter asked respectfully.
"No need!" Although Wang Yi is not afraid of poisons in the rivers and lakes, he must be careful about sailing the ship of ten thousand years.
After placing the silver in the small courtyard, Wang Yi went to the private room on the second floor.
"Brother Yi, I made an observation and found that there are many people carrying swords in this small town!"
Wang Ye is not a newbie. He has been a Jin Yiwei for a year. He seems careless in his actions, but in fact he is extremely cautious.
Wang Yi had already figured it out: "Don't worry about them. Once they take action, protect yourself as soon as possible!"
Your life is your own, the most important thing!
If the money is lost, it is lost.
No one can take the money away from him.
Wang Ye nodded, and then whispered: "Brother Yi, this place is only five hundred miles away from Kyoto, and there is already such a beggar. I heard that there has been a drought in Beiyuan for three years, and the land is thousands of miles away. The people not only eat bark and grass roots, but even Guanyin." Soil, indigestion, bloating and death, are we, the Great Ming Dynasty, really going to die? "
There are various signs that the Daming Dynasty is about to be in chaos.
Also, during the 500 years since the founding of the Daming Dynasty, there were some faint kings and some ZTE kings along the way.
But the current situation cannot be changed without a wise ruler.
"maybe."
Wang Yi has never been to the border and knows that the situation at the border is not optimistic.
Even masters like Zuo Qianhu feel deeply exhausted.
The drought in the north has lasted for three years, and the people have had no harvest!
Earthquakes occur frequently and natural disasters strike!
The people had no food to eat and were wandering around.
There are also demons and people with ulterior motives who are causing chaos in the west, fanning the flames and causing the rise of rebels.
The Ming Dynasty is in danger due to internal and external troubles!
As one of the three major organizations in the imperial court, Jinyiwei was the first to bear the brunt.
"Wang Ye, practice hard. Even if the world is in chaos, we have the strength to protect ourselves!"
Strength determines everything. Only with strength can you be on your own!
Wang Ye was convinced: "Brother Yi, I have stepped into the first level of the Golden Bell, and I will definitely break through to the second level in a short time."
"Practice step by step, don't be impatient!"
"Yes, Brother Yi!"
The two closed their eyes and meditated instead of sleeping.
A hundred feet away from Yuelai Inn, black shadows appeared one after another.
Elusive!
