Du Yong took the dagger back, wiped it clean and put it back into the sheath, came to Lingling and Qingyao, and used his true energy to explore their state, and found that their aura had become very weak, not the kind of injury, but the faint of deep coma, and there was no worry about life.

Yang Jin came over and asked in a low voice: "How are they? Can you cure them?"

"It can be cured, but their strength is not as strong as yours. What effect will be after treatment cannot be guaranteed!"

Du Yong roughly explained, and then asked back: "How are you? Do you still need to come?"

Yang Jin can now mobilize his true energy, but his body still has some difficulty in exerting strength, so he said, "Let's do it again!"

Du Yong then reached out and pressed Yang Jin's back and gave him some qi therapy, authentic ice and electricity mixed with true qi.

hiss!

Yang Jin suddenly felt energetic and felt that he could kill a tiger with empty hands. He was even more impressed by Du Yong's Mixed Qi therapy. No wonder even zombies can be cured.

To be on the safe side, Du Yong did not treat Lingling and Qingyao, but decided to examine it first.

The old fisherman is now suffering from serious internal injuries and his tendons are still broken. It is impossible to escape, unless there are accomplices to rescue him and a large number of accomplices are needed.

Yang Jin squatted beside the old fisherman and laughed: "Your seasoning is not very good. I ate a whole fish, nothing happened, I don't need an antidote at all."

The old fisherman was still very tough and snorted coldly: "You are fine, because you have the level of climbing the tower, which made you push it. But those two girls must take antidotes to wake up, otherwise you will be waiting for the decay."

Du Yong also squatted down and said lightly: "Ask you a question first?"

The old fisherman nodded and signaled Du Yong to ask casually, he was confident.

Du Yong stared at him and said seriously: "I want to ask you, are you a person who is ready to die? If your answer is yes, I will never ask you about the antidote, nor will I torture you, just give you a pleasure. If you answer is no, then you will cooperate well. If you think those two girls are very important to me, then you are very wrong. I can find two more at any time. I am a rich man. You should understand what it means to be rich man, right?"

When the old fisherman saw Du Yong calmly, he became nervous, his breathing increased a little, and his eyes turned: "How to cooperate?"

Yang Jin couldn't help but smile, full of mockery, of course he was mocking the old fishermen for being so tough and pretending to be afraid of death at heart.

Du Yong said lightly: "It's very simple, that's what I ask you and answer, I'll give you a knife if I tell you a lie, and I'll give you a knife if I deliberately delay time. We are not responsible for stopping the bleeding."

"sounds good!"

The old fisherman calmed down and said in a deep voice: "But if I didn't lie, how do you decide to lie on purpose? Isn't that fair?"

"fair?"

Du Yong laughed at the slightest as if he heard a huge joke, and sighed: "You should debut at the age of fifty, as if you were twenty years old. Then you are an old man who has been in trouble for thirty years. How could you say such a strange word as fair? Shouldn't it be a success, the king, the defeat, the enemy?"

The old fisherman is speechless.

Du Yong continued: "Why are you lying? The right to explain is with me. But you can rest assured that I will not deliberately judge you to lie because I am not such a boring person. You also have the right to choose not to play. I will finish you with one knife. This is the riverside, just feed the fish."

At this moment, the old fisherman felt that Du Yong was the old bird, because Du Yong was very relaxed and did not get furious at all.

"Give you some time to think about it!"

Du Yong was not in a hurry and said to Yang Jin: "You go and search for the corpse first to see if there are any clues."

Yang Jin left as he ordered.

Du Yong rubbed his hands and smiled at the old fisherman: "When you think about it, I will search for you, don't have any objections?"

The old fishermen have no opinions.

Du Yong explored the old fisherman's waist and chest and touched a bronze medal.

After a brief observation, his expression changed slightly.

The bronze medal is engraved with a man with a fairy style of Taoist bones, with bright eyes, wearing a high crown on his head, sitting cross-legged in meditation, and his clothes are strange, like a Taoist robe of a charlatan.

This bronze medal looks familiar because Du Yong has a similar bronze medal. Last time he killed a group of Soul-Destroying Sect people in Youmang Mountain, and got it from that leader.

According to the Grandpa Zhao San, the eight branches of the ancient evil sect were all the same ancestors. The surname was Huang, which was the image in the bronze medal. The eight branches of the evil sect were also called the eight branches of the Huangmen, or the eight branches of the Huangmen.

"A good guy from the Yellow Gate?"

Du Yong stared at the old fisherman and asked serious questions.

Sure enough, the old fisherman's expression changed drastically and said coldly: "How do you know the Baliu of the Yellow Sect?"

Du Yong said lightly: "Of course I know, because so do I."

The old fisherman looked disbelief.

Du Yong calmly took out the sign he got from the Soul Destroying Sect, and after displaying it on both sides, he laughed and said, "My Soul Destroying Sect! Brother, you should be from the Holy Pill Sect, right?"

The old fisherman carefully observed Du Yong's sign and was shocked. Finally, he sighed: "It turns out that he is really his own person! Brother, I am indeed from the Holy Pill Sect."

Du Yong made a heartbroken statement: "The flood washed away the Dragon King Temple! I blame me for this, I blame me for this!"

After saying that, he helped the old fisherman sit up and gave him a qi therapy.

The old fisherman immediately became energetic. He was a little suspicious at first, but now he was very moved: "I should blame me for not explaining it clearly! I dare to ask what the guy calls me? Why haven't I seen you before? It's rare to see such a young licensee!"

Du Yong whispered: "My little brother Zhang San, known as a madman from the law, used to be in the Qiongzhou area, and killed several officials with a knife. The boss saw it in his eyes, so he gave me a sign and asked me to come to Qianzhou to help. It was not long after I came here."

"Outsider madman?"

The old fisherman's eyes lit up and he praised: "This nickname is a tough character when he hears it. No wonder he can rise up."

Yang Jin kept listening to the conversation here, feeling very funny and felt good luck.

The old fisherman introduced himself: "Brother, my surname is Fan. Just call me Lao Fan, or Brother Fan."

"So it's Brother Fan, I've been admired for a long time!"

Du Yonggong bowed, then pointed at Yang Jin and introduced: "Brother Fan and my subordinates are our family!"

Lao Fan was quite curious: "Oh?"

Yang Jin said seriously: "My little brother Fan Debiao, I've seen my brother! I'm really sorry, your brother is dead, but you can rest assured that I will definitely bury him with a good life."

Lao Fan didn't care: "Do you die, just an ordinary subordinate. You don't need to be buried, just throw it into the river. But brother Debiao, you are young and have the level of climbing the tower. It's rare!"

"I'm just like that!"

Yang Jin was modest and pointed at Du Yong: "Follow my boss and just have a meal."

Lao Fan praised again: "Brother Zhang is not only powerful in flying swords, but also has a good way to treat internal injuries. I had difficulty breathing just now, but after Brother Zhang replenished my true qi, he immediately recovered his energy."

Du Yong sighed, "Brother Fan, don't blame me. Internal injuries are easy to treat, but the tendons need to be taken slowly. Let's find a quiet place first, and I will take the initiative to treat Brother Fan myself, how about it?"

"Can you pick it up?"

Old Fan's eyes lit up, and he was ready to be a disabled person for the rest of his life.

Du Yong patted his chest: "Brother Fan, don't worry. In addition to the madman, I also have the nickname of a little miracle doctor, who specializes in treating various difficult and complicated diseases. Broken tendons are a lifelong thing for ordinary people, but for me, it is only temporary."

Lao Fan was overjoyed and promised: "Brother Zhang, don't worry, your two women are just in a severe coma. I will write a prescription to ensure that the medicine will cure the disease."

Du Yong waved his hand: "It's just two women, you'll die if you die. The most important thing is, Brother Fan, you don't blame us. But since Brother Fan is so kind, I'll thank you on behalf of those two girls. After all, I bought it for a lot of money and it hasn't been used for it."

Lao Fan said slutty: "Brother Zhang, you are so lucky! I asked in a low voice, is it easy to use?"

Du Yong said lightly: "Brother Fan, after your tendons are well, we will go to Qianzhou City to have fun. You can buy a house for a house, and the cost is mine."

Lao Fan smiled and said, "That's good, but Qianzhou City is not very safe for us, right?"

Du Yong patted his chest and opened his mouth to say lies: "Brother Fan, don't worry, I bribed several city guards as a businessman, and I'm very well-informed."

Lao Fan gave a thumbs up: "Brother Zhang is still amazing. No wonder he can get the brand at such a young age."

Du Yong did not answer the conversation, but ordered Yang Jin: "First bury Brother Fan's men, and then stop two carriages."

Yang Jin left as he ordered.

Lao Fan asked, "Brother Zhang, where are we going?"

Du Yong said: "How is Chuanning County? I just happened to have some tasks there."

Lao Fan nodded: "It's good to have Chuanning. There is a stronghold near Zhuangyu Lake. There are several brothers who stay behind. At that time, I will have to trouble Brother Zhang to inform them of money and medicine."

Du Yong smiled and said, "Just leave it to me."

It’s easy to talk about burial, just dig a hole.

It’s easy to say that there are caravans passing by on the official road occasionally. It’s not difficult to get out of two cars, just give more money.

After the carriage was in place, Yang Jin began to tie the horses, and there were exactly four horses, making two double horse riding carriages.

After the completion, Yang Jin carried Lao Fan on the car in front, Du Yong carried one in one hand, and Lingling and Qingyao onto the car in the back.

Just as he was about to leave, Du Yong came over and said with a smile: "Brother Fan and I are in the same car, you can drive the one behind."

Yang Jin nodded: "Okay!"

The carriage started at a very fast speed.

Du Yong chatted with Lao Fan while driving the horse. Although Lao Fan is a little better now, he still has no combat power, so he doesn't need to be prepared.

"Brother Fan, although I have just been promoted, I know that those who can hold the sign are considered to be of some status. Why are you doing robbery on this small riverside?"

Du Yong asked out the doubts in his heart.

Lao Fan sighed and smiled bitterly: "Our Holy Dan Sect has recently moved to Pingzhou. You should know about this?"

Du Yong nodded: "I heard of it, but I'm not very clear. In fact, I'm not even very clear about our Soul Destroying Sect. I only know that it's strategically correct to move to Pingzhou, but I can't completely give up on Ganzhou, right?"

Lao Fan said nodded: "Brother, I stayed in Ganzhou and was ordered to run two strongholds in Ganzhou. But Nie Qingyun was so sweeping, I could still manage a lot. I could only shrink and occasionally do things like robbing passers-by, barely maintaining my life."
To be continued...