20demayo Chapter 40 Qingshan
Chapter 40 Qingshan
Only then did Yu Tong finally look Ma San'er in the eye.
As expected of the person chosen by the four great martial arts families to manage affairs here, he does a great job.
He was far superior to his men, who only knew how to fight and kill.
Regardless of Lu Lin's willingness, Yu Tong took the tray and said, "In that case, let's call it even. You're a very nice person. Would you be interested in working under me?"
Ok?
Lu Lin glanced at Yu Tongyi with surprise.
Does this Brother Yu have some special collecting hobby? Does he want to acquire anything he likes?
Fortunately, there is currently no war within or outside the Great Liang Dynasty. Otherwise, Lu Lin would have been extremely optimistic that Yu Tong could overcome the fierce competition among the warlords and ultimately ascend to the throne.
"Thank you for your appreciation, Commander Yu. However, I grew up in a family, and my parents, wife and children have all benefited from the family's kindness. If I were to leave the family and join the army, I fear it would cause trouble for you, Commander Yu."
"Besides, I am only good at some business tricks. Commander Yu has many talented people under his command. They are heroes who have fought on the battlefield and defended the country. If I go, I am afraid it will only tarnish the purity of the military camp."
Look at what they're saying.
Every sentence he uttered made no mention of refusal; every sentence he spoke was a compliment to Yu Tong.
Lu Lin recalled his words when he rejected Yu Tong. Compared to Ma San'er, it was like heaven and earth.
"Hahaha, you rascal, no wonder you've been able to hold this position for over ten years. In that case, I'll give you this. Find a good doctor within half a day, and your arm can be reattached. It won't affect your life. Lu Lin, let's go!"
Yu Tong was clearly pleased with Ma San'er's flattery and tossed him a porcelain bottle.
Ma San'er hurriedly caught it and was about to thank it when he heard a voice.
"You, surnamed Yu, are you out of your mind? How dare you come to my territory armed with armor and a sword? Are you trying to rebel, or do you want to take my dog's life!"
Lu Lin turned around to look.
A burly, fat man walked over.
The helmet was worn crookedly, and the armor was uneven, one side longer than the other.
He was carrying a gourd of wine, and from a distance, you could smell the strong aroma of alcohol.
"Mind your own business! Why aren't you dead in a wine vat? You still have the nerve to concern yourself with my affairs?"
Yu Tong didn't hold back either, and angrily retorted.
"Wow, that's amazing!"
Upon hearing this, He Zhong grabbed a spear from the guard behind him.
"You chopped chili fish head, are you trying to die? Come on, I'll give you three moves. If I don't beat you to a pulp today, I'll write my name backwards."
Yu Tong snorted coldly, "Tch, with your pathetic skills, you think you can show off in front of me?"
The two argued back and forth, neither willing to back down.
But ironically, these two military men only talked the talk; they didn't even bother to pick up a knife or lift a finger, let alone roll up their sleeves.
Ma San'er led his men back to the black market.
In this situation where the gods are fighting, he, as a mere manager, has no way to get a word in edgewise.
Lu Lin could also tell that He Zhong, who was opposite him, should also be the commander of one of the four major battalions of the city guard.
However, how can someone who is drunk in broad daylight protect the safety of Jinshan Prefecture?
As Lu Lin's gaze swept over He Zhong's back, a young man who looked somewhat like him caught his attention.
The man was over eight feet tall, with a rugged face and a lithe figure.
The argument between He Zhong and Yu Tong was not surprising at all.
Just then, the other person also saw Lu Lin, and their eyes met.
They were all young and skilled, so naturally none of them would admit defeat to the other.
Given Lu Lin's personality, he was unwilling to argue too much with young people, but since he was representing Yu Tong at this moment, he naturally could not show weakness.
The air was thick with the atmosphere of battle.
In an instant, He Zhong and Yu Tong, who were sensitive to the breath, also sensed it.
The two men looked at the young man beside them, and then He Zhong laughed, "Spicy Fish Head, is this also your son? I wonder how well he's doing in his cultivation. He looks so thin, I doubt he can even lift this gun."
As He Zhong spoke, he slammed his spear into the ground, causing the ground to tremble.
"Hmph, you bastard, this is my good brother Lu Lin. He's incredibly strong. He could smash your gun in half, and even your little mudfish between your legs, into a pulp!"
"What? You dare say my twelve-foot spear is a little mudfish?"
This is what men can't tolerate the most, so He Zhong immediately grabbed the spear and threw it at Lu Lin.
"Come on, kid, catch my gun, and I'll admit you're good!"
The spear, accompanied by a heavy whistling sound, thrust towards Lu Lin.
Yu Tong stood by, showing no intention of helping.
He knew Lu Lin's strength.
They also knew that although He Zhong was carefree, he wasn't so reckless as to be reckless. Otherwise, whatever injuries Lu Lin sustained today, his son He Wenzhu would have suffered the same injuries.
really.
Lu Lin didn't move his feet, and just as the spear flew towards him, he reached out and grabbed the spearhead.
With a grin, Lu Lin nodded to He Zhong, "Thank you for the gun, Commander He. I was just worried about not having a weapon."
Lu Lin accepted the spear with a smile.
The entire room fell silent.
Lu Lin was shocked to find that he dared to grab the gun blade with his bare hands, while he himself was completely unharmed.
This not only demonstrates his strength, but also shows that his defense is extremely formidable.
I was shocked that Lu Lin had such courage. Not only did he prove his strength by accepting the spear, but he also managed to take it down directly.
He Zhong's attempt to test the waters resulted in him getting nothing in return.
If it weren't for the inappropriate setting, the soldiers under their command would have burst out laughing.
"Good lad, you've got guts. I have plenty of spears. You can take this piece of junk back and treasure it like a precious artifact."
"By the way, I heard you're also a freshman at Mozhu Academy this year?"
He Zhong wasn't exactly embarrassed; he was quite adept at changing the subject.
"Reporting back to Commander He, it is indeed I."
"Okay," He Zhong patted He Wenzhu on the back, "My son, He Wenzhu, is also a freshman this year. You two should interact more in the academy when you have time."
"A real man should study more, instead of being like some people who are warriors themselves and make their sons warriors to fight on the battlefield."
"Huh? Drunkard He, you can say whatever you want, but why are you talking about my son? The Ink Bamboo Academy trains talents for the imperial court, while my son went to the Green Mountain Martial Academy, which is of course superior."
Yu Tong was still watching the play, but He Zhong said something bad about his son, so they had to have a serious discussion about it.
"Ha, chopped chili fish head, I wasn't talking about you, why are you getting so worked up?"
He Zhong waved his hand, "Alright, alright, you hurry up and take these greenhorns back to train properly. They lost to our camp last time, and instead of focusing on training, they're out there showing off all day long. Are you coming or not? If you don't leave, believe me, I'll write a letter to impeach you."
He Zhong uttered a few harsh words and then left.
As they parted, He Wenzhu turned back and gazed at Lu Lin.
Lu Lin was not to be outdone.
At the same time, he raised the long spear in his hand.
He Wenzhu frowned, but his father grabbed him and said something to him.