Chapter 710: Great Fortune and Great Life

"Dog thing, why didn't you tell me earlier!"

Cangzhou Prefecture Office, the Magistrate leaped off the long desk, flew and kicked the constable, and rushed out of the office.

"Prepare the horses! Prepare the horses!"

"The Old Dragon King is angry, blood river, blood river, I'm afraid there will be a great disaster!"

"I said earlier not to dig the river, not to dig the river."

"What nonsense? If you don't dig the river, can an old thing like you eat this fish and rice? You would have starved to death in some corner long ago!"

The cold wind blew, and mud and sand surged.

Withered wood and dead fish floated all over the river, and water birds folded their wings and probed their claws.

The commoners discussed noisily.

Looking out.

A large section of the clear Jinglan Canal was dirty yellow in the middle, the smell of blood rushing into the sky, lingering for a long time. Scattered riveted boxes floated out of the water, rising and falling, as if beauties taking off their clothes, attracting bold practitioners to ignore the biting cold water of winter, shivering, wading into the river to scramble.

They saw it clearly—the ship was a good ship, and the goods it carried must be extraordinary. If you grab a box, you'll get rich!

But before the box could be dragged onto the small boat, or hugged and swum to the shore.

Slap!

The whip tip exploded.

A figure swept to the center of the river, raised his hand and swung the whip.

With one whip, the snatcher was torn and bleeding, crying and letting go. Before the box fell into the water, the whip came out again, wrapping around the wooden box and falling into his hand.

The commoners on the shore were in an uproar.

"Li Xiao Yan of the Li family!"

"What a dashing girl, running over to join in the fun?"

"A Wolf Smoke Martial Artist also came to grab the box? Could it be that there is really gold and silver treasure on the ship?"

The onlookers' thoughts turned, and strange looks appeared in their eyes.

"Presumptuous!"

"I want to see who dares to move randomly?!"

Two shouts exploded in the sky, like a great bell, shaking away the small boats on the river.

Splash, splash.

The wading experts covered their ears, dizzy, and fell headfirst.

The sharp-eyed recognized them at a glance.

"Head of the Li family! Head of the Wang family!"

The heads of the two great Jiang Zongshi families of Cangzhou came together?

Li Jue Zong, Wang Lin Chun!

Actually, the heads of both families came together?

What kind of virtue and ability does a "small boat" of more than ten zhang have to attract the heads of the great Cangzhou families?

Wang Lin Chun had no intention of explaining, acting decisively: "Wang Wu, you go and lead a team of clean-handed salvagers to salvage Liang's treasure ship to the shore. Be careful, don't lose a single treasure!"

"Yes!"

Li Jue Zong followed closely: "Li Xiao Yan, you go too! By the order of the Magistrate, anyone who is unrelated who approaches, steals, or takes, will be immediately thrown into prison. Also, lead a team of people to blockade the upper and lower reaches. Today, the Cangzhou section of the river is blockaded!"

"Yes!"

The people of the two families surrounded the field, and no one dared to be presumptuous anymore. Hearing the order to blockade the river, they were even more secretly shocked by the scene.

A grand scene not seen for a long time.

There are eight great families in Cangzhou, with swords, guns, halberds, and fists and kicks, each with their own strengths. Among them, the Wang and Li families, one fist and one gun, have a trend of standing out. On weekdays, they are like needles against wheat, neither serving the other. Today, they actually joined forces?

The identity of the person who capsized the ship is probably not ordinary.

It must be a heaven-collapsing disaster!

At the same time.

In the reed marshes, Deng Yingshen, the Magistrate of Cangzhou, dismounted and hurried over with his subordinates.

After stating his identity in a few words, Long Binglin carried Liang Qu on his back, followed closely by fast horses, and sent him to the Prefecture Office to seek a physician for diagnosis.

Dust rolled.

The clerk rode the horse, galloping to clear the way.

"Hurry, hurry, make way, make way!"

Green smoke curled, and the fire stove was misty.

A wet towel was placed on the water basin, Liang Qu's eyes were closed, and there was residual blood on his forehead.

The physicians took his pulse and examined his injuries.

Every time Deng Yingshen, the Magistrate, saw the physicians flip Liang Qu's skull to reveal the clear five-finger handprint, his heart jumped.

For a long time.

The physicians wiped their hands.

Everyone gathered around.

"Physicians, how is the situation?"

"Magistrate, rest assured, Liang's pulse is stable, and the fainting is mainly due to exhaustion and head injury."

"Not bad, there are no major injuries on the whole body, only on the skull, there is a light or heavy five-finger handprint..."

Xu Zishuai asked hurriedly: "What should be done? Can it grow back? Will he become stupid?"

"You are overthinking. If the fingerprint were a few fractions deeper, there would inevitably be hidden injuries, and it would be unbearable to have a headache when it's windy and rainy. But in the current situation, it is a slight injury.

The Hunting Tiger Martial Artist has a tough life, and Liang's body is even rarer in the world, comparable to a spiritual weapon. He will definitely be able to recover, and there will be no sequelae, but..."

"But what?"

"But because of the murderous intent entering the brain, within a few days after waking up, he will often be dizzy, vomit constantly, and have difficulty sleeping. During this period, try to eat less, drink more soothing medicine, burn more soothing incense, and if you eat, eat some light and easy-to-digest liquid food."

Once these words were spoken.

Everyone was completely relieved.

The junior brother's bones have awakened twice, so they are hard enough.

Mere murderous intent entering the brain.

A small matter.

"It's fine, it's fine."

The Magistrate of Cangzhou grabbed his sleeve and wiped his forehead lightly.

On a cold day, he was scared into a sweat.

Hands and feet were cold.

Xiang Zhangsong looked at the "blood corpse" with empty eyes on the side, one head and one hand, without a single good piece of skin on his whole body, flesh and blood rotten, no internal organs, even his own mother wouldn't recognize him.

"Physician, this person... is he really dead?"

"Nothing can be done."

"Although the heart is beating, the person is already dead. He suffered a strike from a Martial Saint, and even if he avoided the vital points, his vitality still dissipated by more than half. Even the Jiang Zongshi's residual thoughts are difficult to gather, and he was poisoned in the body, suffering continuous injuries, leaving only half an empty shell."

Xu Zishuai hugged his arms and sneered: "Saying he would leave the Liang Shidi a whole corpse, why doesn't he take a piss and look at himself."

Deng Yingshen seemed somewhat unbelievable.

"Really a Jiang Zongshi?"

The physician nodded: "A Jiang Zongshi without a doubt. Although he has not entered the Great Jiang Zongshi realm, he has cultivated a divine ability. But listening to everyone's description, it is a sharp and fierce technique of killing. Among the good hands in the same realm, Liang is lucky and has a great life."

"It's really a great life."

Xiang Zhangsong's taut nerves relaxed, falling back into his seat. Looking at the "blood corpse" again, a burst of chill and lingering fear surged.

The vitality of a Jiang Zongshi is prosperous to a non-human realm.

Even if he lost most of his flesh, his balance and exertion methods were completely different, and his strength was ten out of nine, he could still beat them into fleeing with one hand...

"Grab medicine according to this prescription, two doses a day..."

"Try to get out of bed less, sleep more..."

The physicians wrote out the prescription and left one after another.

Deng Yingshen sent the physicians away and immediately returned to the study to fill out the document to report. This matter must be done quickly and cannot be delayed.

Half an hour later.

The sunken ship was moved to the shore by the youth of the Wang and Li families, the wooden boxes left in the ship were taken out, and the many mud and sand remaining in the corners were washed away with water.

"I'll go see the ship."

Waiting in vain is useless.

Lu Gang turned and came to the courtyard, using the three-party Creation Wood left by the imperial court to try to repair it.

The hole in the center of the ship's body was frighteningly large, and the middle section of the entire keel was completely "dissolved". Fortunately, the spirituality had not disappeared, and it could be repaired, but it was a pity that the three-party wood was not enough, and it was hard to say whether it could paste the bottom of the ship.

The otter led the river otters, opening boxes one after another, drying the items inside.

Sinking fast, fishing fast.

Most of the items were not soaked in water, only a part touched the gray wind and was destroyed without a trace. As for what was missing, it would be necessary to wait for the materials to be salvaged and then counted.

Evening.

Liang Qu's forehead broke out in cold sweat.

Long Yao wet the towel, wiped it again, washed and wrung it dry.

Swish, swish, swish.

The window paper was orange-red.

Water droplets scattered into more than ten strips, and intense pain hit his brain.

"Where is this?"

Long Yao turned back happily: "My lord, you're awake!"

Long Eying, Long Binglin, and Xiang Zhangsong gathered around and explained what happened after Liang Qu fainted.

"Cangzhou Prefecture Office?"

Liang Qu's pupils focused, stunned: "Help me up."

Long Li padded the pillow and helped him up.

"Whoo!"

Liang Qu leaned against the pillow, closed his eyes tightly, and the blue veins on his forehead jumped slightly.

Dizzy.

Painful.

A hundred times the feeling of motion sickness, followed by someone knocking continuously on the back of his head. Although he was hungry in his belly, the feeling of nausea and vomiting rushed up wave after wave. Only when the blue light of the long energy rippled in the Ze Ding would he feel a little better.

Close his eyes and slow down.

"Is the person dead?"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 711 =====