Quick Transmigration Hoarding: My Selfishness Leads to a Killing Frenzy

Chapter 126: Selling Pan Jinlian at the Start

Qingmo led Wu Song straight to Shaohua Mountain. Hehe, this is all money. A hero gets a thousand strings of cash, which is about a thousand taels of silver.

This strategist Zhu Wu, along with his second-in-command Chen Da (Leaping Tiger) and third-in-command Yang Chun (White Snake Tiger), have now occupied Shaohua Mountain and are engaged in robbery and plunder.

Before long, the two arrived at the foot of Shaohua Mountain. Wu Song was puzzled. "Brother, what are we doing here? I heard there is a group of bandits who have taken over the mountain."

Qingmo shook her head. "Second brother, you're mistaken. These are all heroes of the greenwood. I brought you here specifically to make your acquaintances. You wanted to explore the martial world, didn't you? This is the martial world."

Wu Song nodded simply: "Brother is right, I will listen to you."

After eating and drinking at the foot of the mountain, the two headed up the mountain. On the way, they were stopped by a few henchmen. Qingmo pointed at Wu Song and said, "Young brother, this is my second brother, the tiger-slaying hero Wu Song. He has long admired the name of Master Zhu and has come to pay a visit. Please inform him."

The henchman looked them over and said, "Hey, you guys wait here, I'll go up and report."

The remaining few people stayed behind to watch Qingmo and the others. Qingmo wasn't annoyed. She took out a lollipop and put it in her mouth. It was really because she was so old and ugly that the sight was unbearable for others to look at.

Soon the henchmen returned. "Gentlemen, our boss invites you in."

They led the way, and Qingmo and the others followed. They were led directly to the main hall of the mountain stronghold. In the center of the hall, at the head of the table, sat a gentle and refined middle-aged man with a fair complexion and a thin beard hanging down his cheeks. He did not look like a bandit leader at all.

Qingmo remained silent behind Wu Song. Wu Song stepped forward, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "Greetings, Master Zhu. We have long admired your name and have come here today to pay our respects."

Zhu Wu had naturally heard of Wu Song's name before. Seeing how polite he was, he said, "You two are too kind. Please have a seat."

With Qingmo's small stature, no one noticed her standing behind Wu Song. As soon as Wu Song sat down on the chair, Qingmo suddenly sprang up, drew her sword, and charged towards Zhu Wu.

"You little thief, how dare you?"

Those around them were completely taken aback by this scene; some stared in disbelief, while others drew their knives to stop Qingmo.

Hehe, Qingmo had already put a defensive talisman on herself. Seeing that the knife was about to fall on Zhu Wu's neck, Zhu Wu didn't have time to be surprised and quickly pulled over a person next to him to block in front of him.

A head fell, but Qingmo didn't stop and continued to attack Zhu Wu. Zhu Wu didn't hesitate either, dodging behind the attacker while taking out his twin swords to defend himself.

Wu Song: ...

While Qingmo was busy killing, Wu Song had a black line on his face.

What happened! What happened! My brother didn't tell him that this is how you make friends.

With no other option, Wu Song had to take up his knife and fight. The two of them surrounded the entire mountain stronghold. Wu Song wounded some people, but when it came to Qingmo, he simply slit her throat. He also had to go and save his unfortunate younger brother from time to time.

In the end, the ground was covered with corpses, and Qingmo still had to go up and finish them off. Wu Song was one of the more survivors.

Wu Song was so exhausted that he lay down on the ground, panting heavily. Qingmo ignored him and went to explore the entire village.

She doesn't have time to distinguish between men, women, old, and young; she just takes them all. She puts everything valuable in the village into her space. It's not a wasted trip.

After cleaning up, Qingmo saw that Wu Song was still lying there unable to move, with many injuries all over his body. She said lightly, "Second brother, your kung fu is not good either. You would have died here without me."

Upon hearing this, Wu Song spat out a mouthful of blood: "Brother, without you, I wouldn't be here!"

Qingmo took out a small bottle from her bosom, poured out a pill and threw it into Wu Song's mouth. In no time, he was fine. His injuries were reduced to some superficial wounds, which he could easily bandage himself with a cloth.

After Wu Song had rested, Qingmo directed him to search the corpse. Although she had already taken the head, she still had a few copper coins on her.

“Brother, how could you do this? They shouldn’t offend us either. You didn’t say you were coming to kill anyone.”

Qingmo rolled her eyes, her old face full of impatience. "What nonsense are you spouting? These are all bandits and wanted criminals by the government. I'm here to uphold justice and eliminate evil. Go cut off the heads of the three leaders, and we'll go to the government office to claim our reward."

Wu Song hesitated, but seeing that Qingmo didn't seem interested in talking to him, he had no choice but to obey.

Qingmo didn't care what he was thinking. As soon as the two left the mountain stronghold, she set it on fire.

Upon receiving the reward of three thousand strings of cash, Qingmo immediately exchanged it for gold and kept it for herself. Wu Song didn't need the money; his brother provided food and lodging, so why would he need bread?

"Erlang, come on, let your brother take you for a few drinks. We brothers are now quite well-off."

Qingmo swaggered ahead, with Wu Song following behind. There was no other way; the eldest brother was like a father, and blood ties held them together.

The two arrived at the tavern and were enjoying their meal when suddenly someone at a few tables away overturned the tables and chairs, shards of food splashing all around Qingmo's feet.

Qingmo stared intently in that direction, and lo and behold, what a coincidence! Wasn't that Lu Zhishen, the Flower Monk?

Lu Zhishen, drunk, said to the waiter, "Didn't you hear me say 'Bring me wine'? You're dawdling and making me wait. Are you afraid I won't pay?"

The waiter quickly apologized, "Sir, it's a misunderstanding, it's a misunderstanding. I was just too busy and didn't have time to attend to you."

Lu Zhishen was still cursing at the waiter and telling him to bring more wine, but Qingmo turned to Wu Song and said, "Second Brother, I think this monk is quite skilled. Why don't you go and spar with him? It'll be a good opportunity to hone your skills."

Wu Song was speechless for a moment. It seemed that his brother was more prone to fighting than he was. Seeing that Wu Song did not move, Qingmo kicked him under the table. Helpless, Wu Song had no choice but to get up and go over.

Without saying a word, Wu Song punched Lu Zhishen. Hey, this monk also had a fiery temper. Without asking why, the two started fighting.

The diners in the restaurant were all terrified when they saw this, and the waiter and the manager hid to the side, trembling with fear.

The shopkeeper was in a bad mood, but he didn't say anything. These two fought and smashed his shop. Where could he go to seek justice?

The two fought evenly, one capable of killing a tiger with three punches and two kicks, the other capable of killing Zhen Guanxi with three punches, and both possessing immense strength, capable of uprooting willow trees. It was difficult to determine the winner.

Qingmo, carrying the wine and meat on the table, moved to the corner of the far end of the table and watched the two fight with great interest.

Even after she finished eating all the beef, the two were still not done. Qingmo took out a handkerchief and slowly wiped her hands.

Shopkeeper: This ugly man is disgusting! He's using a pink handkerchief.

The shopkeeper was still complaining about Qingmo when he saw this short, ugly man draw his knife, rush over, and kill the fat monk with a single stroke.

Shopkeeper: I don't have any knives, I don't have any knives, he's so handsome.

Wu Song was exhausted. His brother was ready to draw his sword at the slightest provocation, and dared to kill in broad daylight. "Brother, let's run! The officials are coming!"

Qingmo calmly said, "Why are you running? Second brother, you really don't know anything! You're a constable, yet you can't even recognize Lu Zhishen from the wanted list."

Qingmo shook her head in disappointment.

Upon hearing this, Wu Song took a closer look and found that it did indeed resemble the wanted poster. However, he didn't care about the wanted poster, so how could he be blamed?

Goodness, I made another thousand taels just from having a meal! My brother is truly a walking money-making machine.

They let Wu Song search the corpse, but the monk had no money on him at all. That's it? And he still came out to drink. What bad luck!

Qingmo had no choice but to take out 20 taels and throw it to the shopkeeper. As for whether it was enough to compensate him, she didn't care.