Chapter 167 Wuya Mountain
After agreeing on the matter, Jiang Lin went to his parents, Jiang Xiu, and brother-in-law Wang Hua, and told them that he would take them to move somewhere else.
Jiang Qingguang was a little reluctant, pointing to the newly built houses and asked: "What about these?"
"No, go build a new one." Jiang Lin said without hesitation.
Anyway, it was built by those quacks, and it didn’t take them much effort.
Jiang Qingguang's face was full of regret, but he also understood that life was more important than anything else.
But, where are you going to move to?
"Nanling Camp, where the border troops are located."
"Border troops?" Wang Hua said with some anxiety: "Brother, if you live near there, I'm afraid you will make others unhappy."
"It doesn't matter. I'm familiar with the military attache there, so it won't be a problem." Jiang Lin said.
Wang Hua smiled bitterly: "Can the military attache you know have the final say?"
"Of course, there is no one with a higher rank than him in Nanling Camp as a third-rank general," Jiang Lin said.
Further up are the second-rank deputy generals and the second-rank commander-in-chief.
They usually stay in the Ministry of War and do not directly interfere with matters in the military camp. Therefore, the third-rank generals sometimes have more power than the second-rank deputy generals.
At least one has real power, and the other is only a nominal boss.
Wang Hua and others' heads were almost on fire after hearing this, and they were a little unable to turn around.
Jiang Xiu grabbed Jiang Lin's arm: "Brother, which product are you talking about?"
"Genuine third grade."
"What general?"
"General."
Jiang Xiu was a little confused and suspected that she heard wrongly, but after asking several questions, it didn't seem like it.
Although they have never seen any high-ranking officials, they still know the rank of officials of the ninth and eighteenth grades of Daqian.
Not to mention the third grade official, the biggest official I have ever seen in my life is just a junior official who has not yet entered the first grade.
Even so, you have to call him an official when you meet him.
As for the third grade, he is a big shot who only exists in legends.
How can I be so virtuous that I can hear such a person!
And the younger brother also said that he is very familiar with her...
Jiang Xiu thought hard and couldn't figure out how Jiang Lin did it.
How could you, a little blacksmith, know such a big shot?
However, Wang Hua thought of something and asked: "Brother, will you help the Nanling Camp build weapons?"
"Fighted."
Wang Hua exclaimed, with a look of realization on his face, thinking that the third-grade general must also have taken a fancy to Jiang Lin's blacksmithing talent.
Like people in the military, people in the military have a deep obsession with weapons, so it's not surprising that they value them.
At this point, the family no longer shied away and immediately packed up their things and moved out.
Speaking of which, there's nothing to pack, just some daily clothes and the like.
Originally, according to Jiang Lin's wish, he would throw them all away and take them to Kyoto City to buy new ones.
I can't afford much for good materials, but clothes are worthless. A few tens of thousands taels is enough to last a lifetime.
But Jiang Qingguang and the others were not willing to give up. They were used to living in poverty and hardship, and it would hurt to throw away an extra pair of chopsticks.
Whether your son can make money is one thing, but whether you want to let it go is another.
Only furniture that is really difficult to move should be reluctantly discarded.
When the family moved away, Tian Daheng and Song Houyong also left. The two of them came to a rural tavern and handed over twenty-two taels of silver to the shopkeeper to buy wine.
The shopkeeper glanced at them, took out the brush and paper after accepting the money.
Fortunately, Tian Daheng knew a few words, so he immediately wrote a few lines, and then put the 10,000 taels of silver on the table.
The shopkeeper took the paper and looked at it, his face suddenly full of weirdness.
It is clearly written on the paper that those who kill the seventh-grade and eighth-grade masters of Thunder Eagle Castle can go to the Nanling Camp on the outskirts of Kyoto to receive the upper-grade weapons.
If you kill a ninth-level master, you will receive thirty thousand taels of silver in addition to weapons, plus a pair of first-level armor.
If you kill the pinnacle of martial arts, in addition to the increase in silver to 50,000 taels, you can also exchange weapons for a treasure weapon.
For Jiang Lin, tens of thousands of taels of silver is not a big deal. It is enough to buy ten or eight weapons.
But for people in the world, this is an astronomical figure.
How many people spend their lives fighting life and death, taking risks, just to save a few thousand taels.
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The shopkeeper took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Even if it involves the military camp, if the reward cannot be paid afterwards, Wuya Mountain will definitely find two people to ask for an explanation."
Wuya Mountain is a place where intelligence is released and bounties are distributed among the rivers and lakes. There are forces not only in Daqian, but also in other dynasties.
In terms of sphere of influence alone, it far exceeds Thunder Eagle Castle.
Tian Daheng's eyes were steady and he said: "If we can't pay the reward afterwards, we won't be able to survive without Wuyashan's action. It's just a seventh grade, it's not worth our lives."
The shopkeeper looked at him and Song Houyong, and could roughly feel that the two men's martial arts cultivation was not high, and they should be just small roles like pawns.
But the weapons in their hands were of the highest quality.
If there wasn't a powerful person behind him, how could he have such a high-quality weapon with such a level of cultivation?
After taking down the 10,000 taels of silver as a deposit, the shopkeeper rolled up the paper, stuffed it into the cabinet behind him, and said: "Within three days, the news will spread throughout Daqian."
Tian Daheng and Song Houyong looked at each other, said nothing more, and turned to leave.
After leaving this ordinary tavern, both of them couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
I usually receive bounty missions from Wuya Mountain, but I didn’t expect that one day I would also come here to deliver a mission.
Thinking of what was written on the paper, Tian Daheng couldn't help but chuckle and said: "Suddenly, I feel that this is a great thing! If you can scheme against a force like Thunder Eagle Castle, even if you die, your life will not be in vain!"
"Who says it's not?" Song Houyong laughed loudly: "Now I just hope that Brother Jiang can get a few more good weapons and kill a few more masters from Thunder Eagle Castle, then it will be worth it!"
In the tavern, the piece of paper flowed down through the pipe. After being caught, someone took a look at the content and copied it into hundreds of copies.
One day later, news began to spread in the world.
The mysterious force takes action, and the first-grade weapons want the heads of the seventh-grade and above masters of Thunder Eagle Castle.
For a time, the world was in turmoil, far beyond the search for the young master of Thunder Eagle Castle.
When the seventh-grade masters of Thunder Eagle Castle and above walk on the road, they always feel that others are looking at them strangely, especially when they are always staring at their heads.
That look seemed to be looking not at the head, but at a handful of walking high-grade weapons.
Even the masters of the seventh level of martial arts were numbed by the sight. They felt that the news was false. Even if it was true, who would dare to really attack Thunder Eagle Castle!
As time passed, the news spread further and further.
In the beginning, no one dared to take action. The name of Thunder Eagle Castle was still very bluffing, especially since Lei Hexuan had just entered the Yuanwu Realm and was in great prestige.
Until one day, a seventh-grade master from Thunder Eagle Castle insulted the only daughter of a third-rate sect master in the name of tracing the whereabouts of the young castle master.
The sect leader was so furious that he led his men to kill this seventh-grade master, along with dozens of sixth-grade and fifth-grade disciples, and took the severed heads to the Nanling Camp.
"Thunder Eagle Castle bullies me like this, so I will use their heads to receive the reward. At the very least, they will die, but it will be a relief!"
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