Daming: Becoming a Jinyiwei at the beginning

The moment Pixiu walked down the mountain, the surrounding horses became restless and neighed in terror.

After all, it is a strange beast from heaven and earth, even if it is just a cub, how can its noble bloodline be comparable to ordinary beasts.

The coercion hidden in the blood of the race cannot be erased.

Not to mention the horses, even many people in the world are also shocked when they see Pixiu.

Xing Yi tugged on the reins several times, trying to appease the fierce horse under him, but to no avail.

Xing Yi smiled wryly in his heart, and ordered: "Get off your horse!"

This... is really domineering.

Everyone hurriedly got off their horses.

If he dismounted more slowly, he might make a fool of himself.

Pixiu let out a low growl, and walked proudly to Xing Yi's side.

Lin Mang stood on Pixiu and took out the token.

"Qianhu Fusi, Jinyiwei North Town, Lin Mang!"

Xing Yi took a deep look at Lin Mang, bowed his hands and saluted, "Meizhou Qianhu Office, Qianhu, Xing Yi."

It has become a consensus that Beijing officials go out to a higher level.

They are both thousands of households, but they are different after all.

What's more, it's Qianhu from Beizhen Fusi.

On the way here, he had already heard about it.

Obviously, it has not been a day or two since this thousand households from Beizhen Fusi came to Meizhou.

Fortunately, he is not from Nanzhen Fusi.

Although Nanzhen Fusi's power in the capital is average, but when it comes to the locality, everyone has to be careful.

Lin Mang chuckled and asked, "Master Xing also came here for Pai Yao?"

Xing Yi glanced at the pixiu under Lin Mang, nodded and said, "Yes, I heard that a pixiu was born here, so come and have a look."

"Congratulations, Mr. Lin, for having such an opportunity."

"Just a fluke."

The two exchanged simple greetings, and Xing Yi invited Lin Mang to the Qianhu House in Meizhou.

However, Lin Mang politely rejected the proposal.

Seeing this, Xing Yi didn't say much anymore, but led people to escort Lin Mang out of the border of Meizhou.

Everywhere is different.

In some state capitals, the power of the rivers and lakes is weak, and Jin Yiwei's power must be great.

The thousand households in that mansion are the local emperors.

But Meizhou is different, the seven factions are deeply rooted, Jin Yiwei's authority is not high, and it is very difficult for Xing Yi, a thousand households.

Being friends with Lin Mang is also hoping that one day, through Lin Mang's relationship, he can be promoted to the Fusi of Beizhen.

"Master Lin, we can only send it here." Xing Yi clasped his fists and said.

Lin Mang smiled, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Mr. Xing, for this journey."

With Xing Yi escorting him, he did avoid a lot of trouble along the way.

As for Xing Yi's thoughts, he can also guess a little bit.

But the capital city is also a huge vortex, and Xing Yi thinks the capital city is too beautiful.

Lin Mang looked around, and waved Tang Qi and others to back off.

Seeing this, Xing Yi understood, and also signaled his subordinates behind him to back off.

Lin Mang said slowly: "The leader of the Seven Sects in Meizhou is dead. If Mr. Xing is willing, he can take this opportunity to recover the Seven Sects."

Xing Yitong shrank abruptly.

Staring at Lin Mang, his thoughts turned sharply, and he thought of many things in an instant.

No wonder I haven't seen those seven guys.

Xing Yi was secretly startled, what is the origin of this Qianhu.

Such strength at such a young age is really extraordinary.

Xing Yi cupped his fists and said solemnly: "Thank you, Mr. Lin!"

"These seven factions dared to murder the Jinyiwei. The crime cannot be punished, and they should be wiped out."

Lin Mang smiled.

smart people.

It's easy to talk to smart people.

Lin Mang patted Pixiu, turned around and walked into the distance.

"My lord Xing, the sects of the Jianghu sect use military force to violate the ban and despise the imperial power. It is better to eliminate them as soon as possible."

"I have a sum of money that was robbed by people from the Seven Sects. I hope that Master Xing can send it as soon as possible after the suppression."

The cold voice gradually faded away.

Xing Yi smiled, and said loudly: "Don't worry, Master Lin won't be kept waiting for a long time."

Some things are well known.

Giving a gift depends on whether others accept it or not.

If others don't accept it, even if they have thousands of dollars, it won't help.

In his opinion, as long as this Lin Qianhu received the money, his entry into the capital should be settled.

You can't just collect money and do nothing, right?

……

Outside Shuntian Mansion,

Heavy rain.

Under the night, lightning flashed across the sky suddenly.

The lightning illuminated a group of people who were galloping on horseback under the night.

Mud and water splash.

The dense sound of horseshoes was accompanied by the roar of thunder, and the momentum was mighty.

Pixiu is fast.

Tang Qi and the others fell far behind.

This is because Lin Mang deliberately slowed down Paixiu, otherwise Paixiu's speed would be more than half a day's journey.

After several days of raiding, Tang Qi and the others changed horses three times, but Pixiu didn't feel tired at all.

Lin Mang shouted loudly: "Speed ​​up and rush to the station ahead."

The cold wind whistled past my ears.

It rained like a waterfall!

The station ahead gradually became clear.

The lanterns hanging at the gate of the station swayed gently in the wind.

Pixiu stopped suddenly, and Lin Mang's whole body was filled with gang energy, and he automatically drained the rainwater from the sky.

Tang Qi and others hurried over from behind, the Liaodong Lie Ma was already exhausted beneath him.

Tang Qi got off his horse and went to knock on the door.

After knocking several times in a row, the sound of footsteps trampling on the rain came from behind the door.

The gate opened, and an old postman in his 40s, wearing a coir raincoat, came out with an oil lamp.

Seeing Tang Qi showing the Jinyiwei token, he was about to kneel in a hurry.

Beizhen Fusi Jinyi pro-army!

At night, seeing this kind of token is scarier than seeing a ghost.

Tang Qi grabbed him and asked, "Are there any vacancies?"

The postman hurriedly said: "Yes, there has been no one coming recently, and there are many vacant rooms."

Tang Qi said directly: "Prepare a good guest room, hot water, and get some fodder for the horses."

The postman hurriedly responded.

When he saw Lin Mang walking in on a Pixiu, he almost turned over in fright.

What monster is this?

As an ordinary postman, he had never seen such a strange beast before.

Pixiu turned his head and opened his mouth on purpose: "Hey~"

The postman staggered in fright and leaned against the door frame.

Everyone stepped into the hall of the station, and Tang Qi and others quickly lit candles.

Pixiu followed and walked in, and found a random place to lie down.

The postman quickly brought hot tea and poured it for everyone tremblingly.

"Go down."

The postman bowed and retreated, quickly came to a room in the backyard, and said respectfully: "My lord, the person you mentioned is here."

"Bah!"

A flying needle shot out from the room, and there was a tiny red spot between the postman's eyebrows.

……

outside the station,

Slowly, countless figures in coir raincoats emerged.

Everyone held a sword in their hands, and their faces were full of evil spirits.

Accompanied by the sound of Jin Ge collision!

Lin Mang frowned slightly, put down the teacup in his hand, and looked up at the entrance of the hall.

There, a familiar figure walked slowly.

A black narrow-sleeved boa gown with embroidered gold threads on the cuffs, a vermilion and white jade belt around the waist, standing under a cloud-patterned umbrella.

The indifferent eyes looked down at Lin Mang calmly.

"Benhou, I have been waiting for you for three days!"

Chapter 116 Have You Ever Heard the Roar of the Wronged Soul?

It was raining loudly.

"Boom!"

Bright lightning flashed across the sky.

The cold wind howled into the house.

The candlelight flickered gently.

The sound of the rain hitting the blade made a tinkling sound.

Lin Mang's expression remained calm.

"Master Hou has been waiting for a long time."