at the same time.
Inside the Shen family mansion on the outskirts of Kyoto.
The head of the Shen family, Shen Shifu, along with Shen Potian and his younger siblings, gathered together once again.
In addition, there was an old man with a white beard wearing a faded gray-blue Taoist robe, who was placing his hand on Shen Potian's shoulder.
Observe the flow of Qi in his body.
Tears streamed down his face.
"After so many years, I have finally mastered the authentic Hunyuan Qi Gong. That young man named Lin Jinglong must be the true disciple of Master Qinglong!"
The old Taoist, who called himself Hunyuan Daoren, covered his face and wept bitterly.
Shen Potian, who had also learned the true method, smiled and patted his master on the shoulder.
"Master! Why are you crying?"
"Didn't we all receive the message?"
"Mr. Lin has already left the Dragon Blood Holy Land. Those prodigies suffered heavy casualties. I heard that even the Qin family patriarch is dead. We should be happy!"
As they spoke, Shen Shifu exclaimed in amazement, while Shen Xiaoyue clenched her little pink fists.
"As expected of Mr. Lin, you are truly remarkable!"
Hunyuan Daoist nodded as well.
"Hurry up and gather information. I need to see Mr. Lin right away—no, I mean Junior Brother Lin. We're from the same sect!"
Shen Potian's lips twitched.
Will Lin Jinglong acknowledge his master as his senior brother?
Just then, a servant from the Shen family suddenly ran in and whispered a few words to Shen Shifu.
This made the old man's expression extremely solemn.
"Master Hunyuan, I'm afraid the situation is not good. What Mr. Lin did has alarmed the Long family, one of the ten great families. The marshal of the capital garrison is the eldest son of the Long family. As a result, they have imprisoned the Spirit Martial War Goddess, who is also Mr. Lin's wife!"
Shen Shifu's words caused Hunyuan Daoist's expression to change, and he immediately started cursing.
"The Long family? That bastard Long Aozu, even after the Dragon Blood Holy Land was destroyed, he still won't stop!"
"Among all the ancient martial arts sects in Kyoto, there are quite a few people who have received the kindness of Master Qinglong!"
"Now that his disciple is in trouble, I'm willing to risk my reputation to ask those big shots to come out of seclusion and help!"
Without further ado, Hunyuan Daoist...
He vanished from their sight in a flash.
The members of the Shen family looked at each other in bewilderment.
at the same time.
Inside the garrison's barracks.
A young man in a neat military uniform dusted off the general's stars on his shoulders and looked with a smile at Wu Yuehan, who was standing in the tent with her hands tied.
"How could the mighty Spirit Martial War God possibly take a fancy to a treacherous villain like Lin Jinglong?"
Long Xishan's eyes were filled with greed and lust.
Looking at Wu Yuehan, who was tightly bound, a fire burned in his heart.
"Pooh!"
You're the despicable one!
"I said I came to exchange combat experience with the garrison, but I didn't expect you to ambush me and capture me!"
Wu Yuehan was so angry that her face turned red.
When I woke up this morning, I found that Lin Jinglong had already left home. He had just received an invitation from the Kyoto garrison, and the Dragon Soul Army was indeed rich in combat experience.
I came over to have a chat.
Who knew this was actually a scheme by the other side!
All of this was directed at her husband, Lin Jinglong, which enraged Wu Yuehan.
They were also worried about Lin Jinglong's situation.
Long Xishan stood up and stood in front of her, his tone full of amusement.
"Are you worried about Lin Jinglong?"
"Don't worry, he'll die soon. I advise you to forget about him as soon as possible."
"Why not submit to me? Our Long family is the head of the ten ancient martial arts families in the capital. You are not even a Martial King yet. If you cultivate with me for a few days, I will surely help you advance!"
"Get out of my way!"
Enraged, Wu Yuehan kicked him.
Long Xishan, already a high-level Martial King, dodged directly, his face turning grim.
"If you won't listen to reason, you'll have to suffer the consequences!"
"Since you refuse, then I'll make you watch Lin Jinglong die a horrible death!"
"You'll be a widow by then, making things even more exciting!"
After Long Xishan finished speaking, he burst into laughter.
Meanwhile, outside the garrison's encampment, Lin Jinglong descended from the sky, grabbing Zhou Quan, the war department's steward, by the neck.
They threw him into the muddy ground ahead.
Meanwhile, outside the military camp, a crowd of over a hundred people, all dressed in the standard combat uniforms of the Dragon Soul Army, were already gathered, confronting the thousand people inside the camp.
Lin Jinglong looked at these members of the Dragon Soul Army.
They were immediately recognized as veterans of the Dragon Soul Guild. These people had actually retired from the military and were assigned to work at the Dragon Soul Guild.
One of them was named Yuan Xing.
He had a full beard and a scar on his face. He rushed over as soon as he saw Lin Jinglong.
"Mr. Lin!"
"The War Goddess has been tricked into the garrison's camp for an hour now!"
"We came to rescue them, but they outnumbered us and we were attacked. Many of our brothers were injured!"
Yuan Xing said with a look of shame.
Lin Jinglong's gaze swept across their faces. Many of these hundred-plus veterans of the Dragon Soul Army had bruises and swelling on their faces.
Many people even have only one hand and one leg.
Those were injuries sustained on the battlefield in the Northwest, which is why he was discharged from the army and returned to Kyoto.
Someone glared fiercely at Lin Jinglong.
"Master Lin, if you have the ability, then break into the garrison's camp for us and rescue the God of War of Lingwu!"
That one only had one leg.
The soldier, who was using a cane, had his face broken and spat out a mouthful of blood on the ground as he spoke.
His eyes were incredibly fierce, filled with resentment.
"If it weren't for the fact that my leg was left on the Northwest battlefield, I would have broken every bone in these bastards' bodies today!"
He then turned his fierce gaze to the group of garrison soldiers, who numbered over a thousand, while his group of a hundred or so consisted mostly of wounded veterans.
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