A small pharmaceutical store opening is not a grand one.

Yuan Keli was busy with the important matter of opening a vocational school in the spring, so he had no time to come.

But he still squeezed out some time and ran over.

The medicines in Blood Knife Hall are all the best herbs.

Yan Jiu asked Yuan Cheng to ask several famous doctors from the capital to come to the Blood Knife Hall to taste it. After receiving unanimous praise, his reputation naturally had a basis for spreading.

As for making profits, Yan Jiuda is not in a hurry.

He took out 20,000 taels of silver from the gourd and placed it in the Blood Knife Hall.

Seeing 20,000 taels of silver, Feng Wang and Ping'er's eyes lit up.

Twenty thousand taels of silver are a considerable amount for anyone in the Blood Sect.

Nowadays, the person in charge of the accounts is the White Rat.

The Fengwang called Bai Shu over and said, "These 20,000 taels of silver are collected. It was rewarded by the sect leader."

The white mouse smiled and narrowed her eyes.

As an accountant, nothing is happier than seeing more money on your own books.

He was also full of mysterious respect for his sect leader.

At the Heishan General Assembly, many people say that the sect leader has the best force.

But in the past few days, what Bai Shi saw was not only how high the sect leader's martial arts power was, but also how he could improve the level of martial artists' cultivation. He was even a rich man.

Such a sect leader fell from the sky.

Sometimes, Bai Shi even feels that the Wudang Mountain Taoist dynasty and the Xinmen Wang Family will be trampled under the feet of the blood sect in the future.

The Blood Sword Hall in the capital was officially established. It can be regarded as a small step towards the Central Plains.

After a few days, everything was stable, and Yan Jiu also planned to leave the capital.

The capital is called Northern Zhili.

And Jin Jing is called Nanzhili.

That was the capital established by Emperor Taizu of the Ming Dynasty during the founding of the Ming Dynasty.

Later, although the capital was moved.

However, Jin Jing's status in the Ming Dynasty was second only to that in the capital. Even in terms of economic development and development, it was far beyond that in the capital.

Yan Jiu will eventually embark on the road to return to Jinjing.

Ping'er reluctantly gave up, but she knew that she couldn't keep Brother Jiu.

The Fengwang and Bai Shugong gave the sect leader, looking at Gong Yang Zhen, who could give Yan Jiu saddles and horses behind him with envy.

Yuan Keli and Yuan Cheng came to see him off and brought greetings from Emperor Tianqi.

Sometimes, Yan Jiu really admires this Apocalypse Emperor.

Later history books believe that Emperor Tianqi was a fool who only knew how to do woodworking.

But Yan Jiu didn't think so. All the signs showed that Emperor Aoki was not simple.

Especially in this era when ancient martial arts were prevalent and masters were imaginative, a fool emperor could not control a country.

The wind was calm and Yan Jiu left the capital.

He and Gong Yang Zhen both rode the war horses sent by Yuan Keli.

The two left the south gate of the capital and headed south.

After the first month of the year, the weather gradually became warmer.

The more you go south, the more you can feel the breath of spring.

Moreover, in the air, spiritual power seems to be stronger than in the north.

In the cold north, the spiritual power seems to be even more tyrannical.

And the Central Plains is honest and simple, and its spiritual power is also influenced by the landform and humanities.

Further south, it is the dream of Jiangnan with beautiful mountains and rivers.

Yan Jiu was on Earth in his previous life and spent most of his time studying.

There is no chance to visit the beautiful mountains and rivers of the motherland.

Now that we are with Yang Zhen, there is really much time and we can’t spend all the money.

Two people, one young and the other old, walked slowly and slowly.

Along the way, you can encounter waves of refugees from time to time.

They were in groups of three or five and walked together. Every refugee had a look of downfall on his face.

After entering Henan's territory, more refugees became heavier.

Yan Jiu and Gong Yang Zhen don’t have to find an inn to rest.

Do whatever you want, go wherever you want. Stop, stop.

On this day, Yan Jiu and Gong Yang really saw it was late and they just slept outside the desert at night.

There is a small jungle next to the official road.

The two men tied the war horses to the tree, and they went up to the treetops to rest.

Late at night, a storm came from the depths of the jungle.

When Yan Jiu's spiritual consciousness scattered, a few dishevelled figures immediately fell into his mind.

Those refugees had pale faces and thin skin, and deep in their eyes, hungry.

Their target is Yan Jiu and Gong Yang's real war horses.

At this moment, Yang Zhen also woke up.

How could Gong Yang Zhen, who had already touched the realm of a martial arts master, not feel the intentions of these people?

There was a sneer on his lips.

Just wait for those refugees to steal horses and learn a lesson.

"rub."

A thin man jumped out of the grass.

The eyes of the rat are even more like a mouse than a white mouse.

He looked around and saw that there was no one, and whistled softly.

With his signal, several men popped up in succession, all of whom were usually thin and skinny.

Among them, there were one and a half dozen children, eleven or twelve years old.

There is also a strong sense of hunger in the child's eyes.

Those hungry refugees have no foundation in martial arts practice at all.

They could not have seen Yan Jiu and Yang Zhen high on the treetops.

At this moment, the refugees only had food and the only two war horses.

It seemed that I felt the malice of this group of hungry refugees, and the two war horses became restless and restless.

"Thank you for the food God gave you." A thin man said devoutly, with a machete in his hand.

"The Witch God is right. There is food in this direction, and it really does."

"Stop talking nonsense, do it."

A group of people jumped in the jungle like grasshoppers in the dark, approaching the war horse, then cut off the reins of the war horse, and led the war horse to escape.

The eleven-year-old child rushed towards the war horse with green light, opened his mouth and bit the hind legs of the war horse.

The war horse suffered a lot and kicked the child out as soon as he stumbled.

Although the child was hungry and thin, he turned over like a human being, spitting out the dust in his mouth and scolded: "Beast, I'll let you see how powerful my teeth are later."

The refugees succeeded and happily walked into the jungle with their war horses.

Someone laughed and scolded the child, gradually moving away.

Yan Jiu looked at Gong Yang Zhen and asked, "Why didn't you take action?"

Gong Yang Zhen looked at Yan Jiu and smiled, "Young Master, that child is so pitiful."

"Stop messing with these useless things for me. That child is even more fierce than a leopard, how pitiful?"

Yan Jiu smiled and said, "Did you hear them mention the Witch God and want to go over and take a look?"

Gong Yang Zhen's face turned red and said, "You can't hide anything from your son."

"If I remember correctly, you told me that the master of the Witch Ghost Sect calls himself the Witch God. This Witch Ghost Sect is also our old rival." Yan Jiu said thoughtfully.

"Yes, this Witch and Ghost Sect is the most hateful. The grudges with us have lasted for thousands of years, and we can't tell who is right or who is wrong." Gong Yang Zhen said gritting his teeth.
Chapter completed!