The women in white missed a single blow and were not in a fight, so they hid on the roof again.
At this time, the woman holding an umbrella had already started a fierce battle with Yan Qing.
The oil-paper umbrella seemed to be cast by fine steel, and it was connected with Yan Qing's Pu knife, making a crisp buzzing sound.
This woman is very skilled. After a few rounds, Yan Qing was forced back by her umbrella.
Then, the woman swept through the air in the rain, like a dazzling white light rolling towards Wang Lin.
In an instant, Wang Lin's blood and blood were boiling, and he activated the "Thunder Hand", "Shen Xing" and "Purple Qi Comes East". The three skills were combined, and he waved the long sword in his hand and slashed at the woman in high speed.
The woman blocked it with a sharp blade of steel umbrella.
What a magical power Wang Lin is. Although this sword is not a magic weapon, it is still as powerful as a mountain with the blessing of huge force.
With a loud slam, the woman's umbrella broke out into the air, and Wang Lin's sword was unable to bear the recoil and he also took off his hand.
But Wang Lin's body rushing forward was not diminished, and he was approaching like lightning. Without hesitation, he reached out to the woman's throat, then grabbed the woman's waist with the other hand, shouted, and finally let out a slight silence.
The woman raised her head high and waved her as a shield.
The fine raindrops flowed down Wang Lin's hair, and Wang Lin's face was cold, and the hand that stuck the woman's throat was even more like an iron hoop.
The woman was locked in the fatal part and was exhausted. She had no doubt that Wang Lin would decisively cut off her delicate throat, so she simply gave up her unnecessary struggle.
...
Cyclops Inn.
The woman in white was tied tightly. Wang Lin leaned over and groped in her bulging arms for a long time and found a volume of Ming Cult scriptures and a pure gold token burning flame.
The woman in white had a very shameful and angry face. If she hadn't had the soft handkerchief stuffed into her mouth, she would have already cursed her.
Her beautiful eyes glared at Wang Lin, and her shoulders trembled slightly.
Wang Lin held the pure gold token in his hand and looked at it carefully. He frowned and thought for a long time, then suddenly came forward and leaned over and leaned over.
But this time, both hands were on the same side.
"Um!" The woman in white looked ashamed and angry. If her eyes could kill people, Wang Lin would not know how many times she had died.
Wang Lin split his hands, and with a click, the skirt on the neck of the woman in white was torn apart by him.
There was a tattoo in the woman's delicate and thin collarbone, with a clear texture, exactly the same as that token.
"The Holy Fire Order?" Wang Lin pondered.
The woman in white flashed violently.
Wang Lin couldn't help laughing: "It seems that Gu guessed it right. The Holy Fire Order of the Ming Cult, the token of the leader or the saint?"
Wang Lin looked at the woman in white up and down and said, "It should be a saint..."
Wang Lin reached out and raised the snow-white jaw of the woman in white, ignoring her fierce gaze that she intended to kill: "Saint... Could it be that her surname is Fang?"
The woman in white was obviously stunned.
She really didn't expect that Wang Lin could see through her origin at a glance.
"Fang La's daughter? You... Fang Jinzhi?"
Wang Lin said to himself: "The Ming Cult sent someone to assassinate Yu Gu, and he did not hesitate to let the saint take action himself. It seems that he has to kill Gu."
Yan Qing hurried in, leaned in Wang Lin's ear and whispered a few words.
The surrounding area of the welcoming guesthouse was firmly controlled by hundreds of Tiger God Guards. Wu Song went to the Muzhou Prefecture Office. Xun Lansheng, the governor of Muzhou, was leading the Muzhou Xiangjun to search for Ming Cultists everywhere in Muzhou City.
Wang Lin nodded slowly, and then he signaled Yan Qing to remove the soft handkerchief from Fang Jinzhi's mouth.
Fang Jinzhi immediately spoke and angrily shouted: "Shameless, shameless dog thief... Wang Lin, you dare to be ill of this saint. I, the generals from all over the Ming Cult, will never stop with you!"
Yan Qing secretly glanced at Wang Lin. He didn't know what Wang Lin had done to Jinzhi when he went out. This woman obviously had a disheveled dress... She was so excited. Could it be...
Wang Lin coughed twice and glared at Yan Qing.
Yan Qing smiled and retreated silently.
Wang Lin looked at Fang Jinzhi and curled his lips: "Just because of you, a cult organization that is foolish, dares to assassinate me, Fang... This shows that you are about to rebellion?"
"I heard that I killed Qian Zhongshu and others in Hangzhou, and destroyed Zheng Kai from Ning Haijun. This is equivalent to cutting off your Ming Cult's financial path."
"In addition, the Earth Dragon turned over this time, I couldn't help but want to start an army early."
Fang Jinzhi snorted coldly and said nothing.
But I felt awe in my heart.
Wang Lin guessed without any mistakes.
Originally, their plan to revive was at the end of this year or the second half of the year. After all, everything was not fully prepared, especially wealth and food.
But Wang Lin suddenly came to Jiangnan, causing such a big disturbance, and eradicated the branch of the Ming Cult in Hangzhou, so Fang La had to make an advance.
"Encourage cults, wrap the people, gather people to rebel, Fang Jinzhi, you are just one of the Fang clowns in Qingxi, but they are quite ambitious. A group of clowns who want to call themselves lonely, isn't it ridiculous?"
Fang Jinzhi spat: "My Ming Cult Army is coming. Wang Lin, since you have come to Muzhou, you are seeking death!"
Wang Lin said, "The army? They are holding 10,000 or 20,000 people who don't know the truth, and they are trying to subvert the Song Dynasty court and become king in the south. Fang Jinzhi, are you stupid?"
"Fang Ha, Fang Tianding, Fang Meng, Fang Jie, Fang Jinzhi, probably there is Fang Baihua?"
"Lou Minzhong, Zu Shiyuan..."
Wang Lin said lightly that he was chanting the names one by one, and Fang Jinzhi's face became pale the more he heard.
She stared at Wang Lin and said in a trembling voice: "Wang Lin, you..."
"Fang Jinzhi, Gu actually targeted the people of the Fang family a long time ago. To tell you the truth, just because of the group of crooked melons and jujubes around your father Fang La who were digging food in the field, trying to fight against the court, it is not a matter of
What is death?”
"Write a letter to your father, and you said that you were detained by me as a little maid. If you serve me so hard, I will spare your life!"
Fang Jinzhi was so angry that she trembled all over and cursed: "Dog thief! If this saint does not kill you, she will fall into the Avici Hell!"
Wang Lin laughed and turned around and left the room.
...
All three thousand tiger divine guards entered Muzhou City.
The gate of Muzhou is closed.
The Tiger God Guard and the original Thousand-Character soldiers and horses in the city joined forces to sieve back and forth in the city several times, and caught the Ming Cultists who could find them and killed them, without missing a single mouse.
Wang Lin stood on the gate of Muzhou and looked into the direction of Qingxi County.
Yan Qing whispered from the side: "Prince, will Fang La really gather people to rebel? Why didn't the prince let Song Jiang take action in advance and kill the main culprit Fang La and his confidants?"
"It's useless to kill Fang La. Not long after, others will pop up. Xiao Yi, send a message to Song Jiang. If Fang La raises an uprising, don't stop him. Take the people from Liangshan to the orphans and wait for my military order.
Do it!"
"Fang La has learned that we are coming to Muzhou. They will gather together as soon as possible to start the matter in advance, conquering Muzhou first, and then attacking Hangzhou, and then causing trouble to Zhejiang and Jiangnan, and the entire southeast, trying to become king in the southeast."
"Prince, I have passed by the city several times, but it is hard to guarantee that there will be no fish that missed the net. If Fang La really gathered tens of thousands of people to attack Muzhou, and there would be another civil strife in the city, with our 3,000 people, Muzhou might not be able to do so, even if we have three thousand people, Muzhou might not be able to do so.
Can hold on."
Yan Qing said worriedly: "Why don't you blindly lead the Shenwu Army into the city, strengthen defense, and then transfer troops from various prefectures in the south of the Yangtze River to reinforce Muzhou?"
Wang Lin shook his head: "When there are too many soldiers and horses gathering, Fang La may not dare to rebel. If Fang La does not gather people to rebel, how can we completely eradicate this cult?"
"Xiao Yi, I guess Fang La will cause trouble within ten days, but if he doesn't move for a long time, he might as well send someone to add a fire to him."
Wang Lin took out a piece of paper from his arms and handed it to Yan Qing: "Let Song Jiang's people spread it in Qingxi as nursery rhymes, the faster the better!"
"A little more than ten thousand, you will be called Zun after winter. You can cross the Zhejiang River and show your marks in Wuxing."
Yan Qing read it once, and was a little surprised and confused.
Wang Lin was too lazy to explain, after all, he couldn't explain anything, so he waved his hand and signaled Yan Qing to go and send a message quickly.
...
Qingxi County, Bangyuan Cave.
This deep and empty cave can't see any clues from the outside, but when you look inside, it's enough to shock the world and can actually accommodate thousands of people.
The torch in the cave is beating.
The crowds are full of noises.
At the deepest part of the cave, behind a large case of Huanghuali, a middle-aged man sat upright.
He wore a golden head with a corner of the sky, a necklace, a nine-dragon embroidered robe with sun, moon, cloud shoulders, a gold-inlaid jade belt, and a pair of gold-slit cloud-rooted boots.
This person is Fang La.
However, compared with his dress as a grass-rooted emperor, the civil and military officials who ranked two squads in front of him seemed chaotic and ruthless.
Most of them are coarse linen clothes, rolled up their trousers and had dish-like faces.
Some are even barefoot.
A Confucian scholar who was the leader of the left was dressed up, about 40 years old, stood up and bowed and said, "Sage, the saint was captured in Muzhou. His life and death are uncertain. I think Wang Lin has led his army to come.
After Muzhou, if we don’t make trouble again, we will be afraid that we will sit and wait for death.”
This person is Fang La's think tank Lou Minzhong.
The others also started to clamor.
Fang La waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "I hold up the banner of righteousness high, and the church members of the neighboring counties must rise up and respond, but it seems that something is wrong to act hastily."
Zu Shiyuan stood up and clasped his fists and said, "Sheng Gong, Wang Lin must have come to Muzhou to attack the Holy Church. If he doesn't raise troops, when he mobilizes the troops from Liangzhe and Huainan to arrive together, our ten years of hard work will be instantly prepared.
Turned into a bubble.”
Fang La pondered without saying a word.
A young man in black jumped out with a Fangtian painting halberd in his hand: "Shenggong, what the left and right prime ministers said is very reasonable, and he cannot be dragged down any more... My nephew is willing to lead his army to attack Muzhou and tear Wang Lin to pieces
!”
Among the group of soldiers on one side was a man with a red beard. He looked coldly at the group of farmers in Qingxi County who had already been granted official positions and had suddenly turned from mud legs to princes and generals, and heard them quarrel again.
He yelled and raised an army to rebel without any shame, and really wanted to laugh.
Even if there are no heroes on Liangshan, they just call themselves leaders and dare not call themselves kings.
It is ridiculous that a mere group of peddlers and barbarians dare to be called alone and widowed.
At this time, a woman in white in twenty years brought more than a hundred female soldiers in white into the cave. The woman's skin was slightly dark, but her face was extremely pretty, her eyes were like water, and she had endless coldness.
"Sheng Gong, my sister is willing to lead the sisters of our department to sneak into Muzhou overnight to rescue the saint!"