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The First Champion Chapter 486

The man who was tied up complained about his wife and begged bitterly.

"Stop pretending, where are the parents of this child?" Fanzi, who led the team, asked, "You are not a family of three at all. This is the child you are planning to use as a living sacrifice, right? Where are the parents of this child?"

The man who had been crying all the time, when the crying stopped at this moment, the whole person's demeanor changed, and he asked with a gloomy face, "Who are you guys? Why are you so clear about things in the church?"

The people in the Captain's Mansion have already figured out the rules of the Maitreya Sect. After they snatch the child as a sacrifice, they will definitely not spare the lives of the child's parents.

After Yang Lin gave the order, the entire Captain's Mansion, from a spy agency that oversees all officials, turned into a vanguard in eradicating cults.

I took two people to a ruined temple. The temple looked dilapidated from the outside.

Entering it, and walking a few steps, it becomes another world.

Dozens of people came and went in a hurry, rarely two people chatted together, and everyone was extremely busy.

The hall was quite spacious, and a middle-aged scribe was looking at a pile of official documents piled up on the table.His face is quite elegant and handsome, it is Yin Muhong.

These guys stepped forward and clasped their fists to tell the situation of the two people they caught.

Yin Muhong stroked the beard on his chin, and said softly: "Now it seems that this Maitreya Sect is slowly approaching the Ming Sect. Many remnants of the Ming Sect have devoted themselves to the Maitreya Sect and began to intentionally integrate the teachings of the two cults. King Ming's reincarnation, Maitreya's reincarnation can be seen as a gangster. Shao Zai is right, if you don't start cutting off these two, sooner or later it will be another disaster of Fang La's rebellion."

This guy stepped forward and asked, "Tiju, what should we do?"

Yin Muhong stood up, and said: "Find out their accomplices, peel them off, and investigate step by step."

As soon as the words were finished, a man from outside came in, stomped his feet and said, "Tiju, do it, those two newly caught thieves bit their tongues and committed suicide."

Yin Muhong's expression tightened, his eyebrows raised, and he leaned over his desk and drew a pen to write: This is a serious matter, I hope that the young master will send more people, so that Fang La's old things will not repeat itself.

After finishing writing, he sealed it with paint and handed it to a soldier behind him, saying: "Must be handed over to Shao Zai as soon as possible."

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In Shuozhou Mansion, Yang Lin rode a horse and inspected the ancient city.

This place was not affected by the flames of war. After Yelu Dashi left, the Khitan people stationed there tactfully surrendered to the Song Dynasty.

This place is located in the upper reaches of the Sanggan River, adjacent to the Mongolian tribes in the northwest, and the Yanmen Pass in the south. The landform is generally surrounded by mountains on the north, west, and south sides. The mountains are relatively high and easy to defend but difficult to attack.

Before the Spring and Autumn Period, it was inhabited by the ethnic minority Beidi.During the Warring States Period, it was included in the territory of Zhao State.Even so, there are still groups of people living here, and there are people from all ethnic groups.

Behind Yang Lin, there are the leaders of the Qiang tribes and the Uighur leader with a flattering face.These people regarded Yang Lin as the main one, even if they met the officials of Song Dynasty, they would not behave like this.

Just because all their interests are firmly in Yang Lin's hands, Yang Lin can turn a small tribe into the real king of the Northwest with a single word.

In the northwest at this time, the strong are king, and there is no such thing as integrity in the Central Plains.

Although they are fierce, they are still slave patriarchs in their bones. They flatter and frighten those who control them.

When the plague came here, it stopped abruptly, because this place is the upper reaches of the river, and the terrain is so high that the wind can't blow it over. The Jurchen didn't hit here, so it became a rare pure land in Yunnei.

Yang Lin was very satisfied. There were happy and prosperous scenes everywhere, merchants came and went, and people of all ethnic groups filled the streets with various shops.The depression in the cloud for many days was swept away, and Yang Lin expanded his chest, and he was in high spirits.

"The opening of commercial routes in the Western Regions is really powerful. You can see that this is what the entire Yunnei will look like in the future."

Yang Lin said casually, and immediately a group of leaders and patriarchs scrambled to agree.

At dusk, the sky will be dark, and in a Uighur tribe on the outskirts of the city, the sound of drumming accompanied by laughter continues to be heard.

There was a bonfire in a clearing in the forest, surrounded by dozens of men and women, laughing and dancing around the bonfire.

There were quite a few handsome teenagers in the crowd, playing the sheng and expressing love with each other.The dancing postures of several women are even more seductive. Their footsteps are light, like flying white cranes hovering softly, and their fluttering long sleeves are lingering around them like light clouds, dazzling the eyes.Their patriarch, sitting beside Yang Lin, smiled from ear to ear.

Yang Shaozai was tired from wandering, so he happened to arrive at his own tribe, wouldn't it be a great thing.

The patriarch of the Yeluo tribe squatted halfway, cutting Yang Lin's meat strips himself, and sprinkled salt patiently.Even serving his own father, I'm afraid he never put so much effort into it.

With his head resting on his hands, he looked at the bright sky, full of stars.Yang Lin felt relaxed and happy, and secretly thought that if the world was peaceful, it would be nice to enjoy this kind of time all day long.

Beside the bonfire under the moonlight, a woman was sitting on the ground with a qin in front of her. The woman's sleeves were rolled up between her arms, revealing two snow-lotus-like arms. The corners of her lips were slightly raised, as if immersed in the music. melody.

Yang Lin turned to one side, just in time to see this scene, the woman stepped on the soft grass with her feet outstretched.Both feet are as snow-white as frost, sometimes tipping lightly, revealing the slender soles of the feet.

His eyes lit up, and he looked up, only to see a soft and charming figure, with a high bridge of nose, pretty and delicate features, full of the charm of Uighur beauties.

Beside her, leaning against a younger student, who looked extremely intimate.One is slender and tall, with a pair of protruding and slender thighs paired with a small waist and plump buttocks, which is tempting for nosebleeds; the other is petite and exquisite, like a girl who has not grown up yet.

The two played the huqin together with a tacit understanding and smiled at each other from time to time.Everyone around them looked at them with starlight in their eyes, especially those young guys in the clan.

It is conceivable that these are the two little princesses of this tribe, who must be the focus of all the stars.

"One plus one equals infinity?" Yang Lin muttered softly.

Then, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Pointing to the bonfire over there, Yang Lin asked, "What patriarch is Ye?"

"Hui Shaozai, the villain is the patriarch of the Yeluo tribe, and he begs for coolness at night." The patriarch Yeluo hurriedly replied with a smile.

"What a bad name, begging for food is not just a beggar, but also homophonic for desolate."

Instead of being angry, the Yeluo patriarch was overjoyed, lay down on the ground, and said: "If the villain has this blessing, please give me a name."

Yang Lin said: "From now on, you will take my surname Yang and call you Yang Ye."

Giving a surname is something you can't ask for. The patriarch of this small tribe, afraid of Yang Lin's repentance, hurriedly knelt down and said, "Yang Ye thank you Shaozai for giving me your name."

Yang Lin hummed, pretending to be casually pointing to the distance and asking: "Who are those two girls?"

Yang Ye looked back and said with a smile, "It's the villain's two daughters, Ye, no, it's Yang Mo'er and Yang Qin'er."

Yang Lin patted him on the shoulder twice, and said, "It's getting late, I'm going to rest first."

Yang Ye, who just got a new surname, was very nervous and excited. His face was red as if he was drunk, and he waved his fists and said, "Bless your ancestors, our Yeluo tribe's plane is here!"

Chapter 551 The Devil and Heretics

Outside the big tent, several personal guards were sleeping outside. After Lu Wang made the bed, he consciously lay down on the small bed beside him, ready to sleep.

Yang Lin sat on the head of the bed and coughed lightly. Lu Wang looked at him puzzled, "Young master?"

"You see the moonlight is so charming, aren't you going to go out and enjoy it?" Yang Lin asked.

"Hahaha, Shaozai, are you okay? We have a big tent with a roof, and we can see the moonlight from somewhere. I have been traveling all over the world for so many years, and I dare not say anything else. I have rich experience, and I know there is something tonight as soon as I stretch out my hand." It’s raining.” Lu Wang looked rather smug, and as he spoke, he took off the knife and put it aside where he could reach it.

Turning over, Lu Wang closed his eyes and said, "I see, Shao Zai is tired and dazed, he will be fine after a night of sleep."

Yang Lin thought inwardly, he must bring Lu Qian here next time, he is really ignorant.