Chapter 3 Home in Kunming County, Yunnan

  Liu Yi scolded the two big men from Yiliang County in his heart, thoroughly and completely, and following them would not lead to anything good.

  Now the key is to treat the underground, if cured, there may be a reward, if not cured, it will definitely be a dead end. Yang Lao Ye from Kunming is a master of protecting his own people, otherwise, how could he have the notorious reputation as the tyrant of Yunnan?

  "The wound is at the back of the head, so be more careful when handling it."

  Not only Liu Yizhi, but also County Magistrate Zun felt implicated, and the history of Yiliang felt wronged. The back of the head is a vital part, and I'm afraid that Liu Yizhi won't be able to take it, and he'll hurt this gentleman again.

  Liu Yizhi's hand, which was just about to reach out, trembled slightly before slowly placing itself on the back of Yang Sanlang's head. After a thorough examination of his pulse, Liu Yizhi finally let out a sigh of relief.

  Liu Yi let out a sigh of relief, and the county magistrate and the historian also felt much more at ease. Judging from the situation, there shouldn't be any major issues; as long as people didn't make a big fuss about it, perhaps they could even keep their positions intact.

  "Two seniors, Third Master is not seriously injured, just the back of his head was heavily hit and his spirit was shocked. In addition to injuring his blood and energy, he fainted after taking some medicine to stop the bleeding and resting for a while, he will be fine."

  Although Liu Yizhi's words were light, he was also scolding the clumsy villain in his heart. This back of the head is a dangerous place, and if you're not careful, it can be fatal. I don't know what that person used to cut open a big gash on the back of Yang San's head.

  Everyone says Kunming Yang Sanlang is powerful, but now it seems he's still relying on his father's influence. Can someone with a strong backing be defeated?

  "Hurry up and clean him up, or else when the Yangs come, they'll see him in this state and there will be trouble for sure!"

  The county magistrate was also shocked and hastily ordered the county's attendants to carefully lift Yang Sanlang into the county government office, telling Liu Yitie to quickly treat his injuries as the most important thing.

  Liu Yitie swept up the useful items on the ground and didn't bother with anything else, closely following behind the bailiff as he also entered the county yamen.

  Undo the Yang Sanlang oily whip, carefully feeling for the location of the wound. Fortunately, this Mr. Yang is strong and healthy, otherwise, this would have been fatal.

  The severe pain in the back of his head woke Mo San up again, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw an old man with a handful of yellow stuff, wanting to put it on his face. Remembering the big feet covered in mud that had kicked him on the road, Mo San instinctively kicked out with one foot.

  "Third Master, I'm treating your wound!"

  Liu Yizhi was also startled by Mo San's kick, didn't expect this foolish guy to be so unreasonable, without saying a word, he first used his foot to greet himself, fortunately, he had practiced before, otherwise, he would have been unlucky.

  "Heal injury?"

  Mo San also slowly regained consciousness, not knowing whether he was dead or alive. Listening to the old man's words, he probably still lived, but where was this? The people around him, what kind of people were they? In his impression, he didn't know any mountain people.

  "Ah! Third Master, you've been injured by those stubborn commoners. This is Liu Yitian, the divine doctor of Yiliang, and he's examining your wound right now!"

  At this time, County Magistrate was inconvenient to speak, so Yi Liang's historian spoke first. If Yang Sanlang got angry, then the county magistrate would also be able to handle it later.

  "Where is Iizuka? Where is Iizuka?"

  Mo San really hadn't heard of Yiliang before, and judging from the attitude of these people, it seemed like they knew him. He asked them where he was, so that he could have a sense of security in his heart.

  "Yunnan Prefecture's Yiliang County, Third Master, you're not from Kunming County, how did you end up in this poor and remote place?"

  Yiliang has always been known as the granary of Dianzhong, but it's not some poor and remote village. The county magistrate spoke like this, also wanting to show some courtesy, but Mo San heard it and was somewhat confused.

  Yunnan Prefecture? Kunming County?

  Yunnan is a well-known province in the southwest, Kunming is the provincial capital, known as the Spring City, it's one of the top cities in the southwest region. I've never heard of the term "Kunming County" before.

  Take another look at the attire of these few, great! Is this filming or what? The three in the house are all carrying whips, one is even wearing a Qing dynasty official uniform. Compared to TV and movies, this guy wearing this outfit is somewhat out of place.

  "Isn't this Yunnan Prefecture's Kunming County? Third Master is extremely famous throughout Yunnan Province, and we've never seen a real immortal before."

  The tyrant of Yunnan, is not a person to be trifled with. Let alone a county magistrate, even if the county governor himself were beaten to death by this man, it's likely that nothing would come of it. It's better to be careful what you say.

  "What time is it now?"

  Mo San suddenly felt a sense of unease, this place was strange, not only were the people strange, but the things were also strange. The furnishings in the house were good, but there was no familiar atmosphere. Although Mo San's body had been ruined by poison, as a drug lord, his vigilance was very high.

  "It's probably around three o'clock!"

  As a county historian, I have a good grasp of time. Now Yang Sanlang asks what to say, this master has just been hit by a mallet, it's better to be careful.

  "What year is it?"

  While asking questions, Mo San also discovered many unsuitable places. First of all, his own body, although it was painful all over, the pain couldn't stop the vitality of his body, and he seemed to have endless strength now.

  Mo Sancai looked down at himself and was shocked to find that his arms, legs, and body shape were all less than half of what they used to be when he wasn't addicted to drugs.

  Enduring the severe pain in the back of his head, Mo Sanzi carefully examined his body. His arms were almost as thick as his calves, with dark skin that shone with oil, and his hair was scattered all over his body, shining with a greasy luster. Was this still himself?

  "Daoguang 25th year!"

  Yi Liang Dian Shi said cautiously, and Yang Sanlang furrowed his brow, afraid that he was going to get angry?

  "Bring up a bottle!"

  Mo San's mind was in a mess, and he was thinking about his own body. He thought it was the wine talking, but as soon as he opened his mouth, this sentence came out.

  "Third Master! This year is the 25th year of the Daoguang Emperor's reign in the Qing Dynasty!"

  It's indeed the stupid king, how can this year be a good one? This kind of person is impossible to reason with, I'd better be careful in dealing with him! Yiliang Dianshi is also slowly retreating, guarding against this stupid king suddenly becoming violent.

  "I'm saying bring me some liquor to clean the wound."

  The man in the official uniform spoke, startling Mo San awake. His back of the head must have been injured, and this whole body covered in mud, don't let it get infected again. In the south of this border, injuries need to be properly treated, just right to cover up his own words from just now.

  "Third Master said, Lord Dian Shi, it's better to have some strong liquor too."

  Liu Yī tiē shìshí de kāikǒu, ràng Mò Sān yǐwéi zìjǐ zhè cì suàn shì yǎngàile guòqù, tā bù zhīdào de shì, tā jiù shì zài dàjiē shàng mà huángshàng, Yúnnán de juédà duōshù rén yě huì shì ér bù jiàn de, yīnwèi zhè huò zài Yúnnán jīběn méiyǒu rén dé qǐ.

  The time waiting for wine, Mo San was also slowly recalling that he seemed to have died in the guardhouse. That night, thinking about his life, Mo San was also regretful of not being able to do things differently. The current situation made him somewhat astonished, and as he thought about it, a severe pain suddenly spread through his brain, causing him to involuntarily let out a cry of pain.

  "Ah..."

  "Third Master!"

  Yang Sanlang fell over as soon as he looked up, and the three people on the side were also scared to death. This was just fine a moment ago, how did it suddenly fall?

  Luckily Liu was quick on his feet and rushed over to support the old man, or else he would have fallen onto the bamboo pillow with who-knows-what consequences.

  One image after another, one scene after another, constantly flooding before my eyes, practicing boxing, hunting, roasting meat, fighting people, these are the themes of these images and scenes, other things are all blurry and unclear, can't be seen or remembered.

  Yang Sanlang let out a loud whistle, and the three claws on his side all went numb. This was troublesome.

  "County Magistrate, Mr. Yang Ding from Kunming has arrived."

  The bailiff's one shout was like a thunderclap from the nine heavens! The one-eyed eagle, Butler Ding, didn't expect it to be this master.

  "Hurry up and invite me! Wait... take me there."

  This Master Ding, let alone being a mere Yiliang County, even if he were the Governor of Yunnan, might not be taken seriously by this big shot from the Yang family in Kunming!

  "Master Ding has come from afar, Yuanji was remiss in welcoming him, forgive me, forgive me!"

  This thin and gaunt steward, Jiang Yuangui, the county magistrate of Yiliang, had the good fortune to meet him several times. Although he was a high-ranking official, it depended on who he compared himself to. The big and small officials in Yiliang treated him like a grandfather, but in the eyes of the Yang family in Kunming, he was just a minor figure who couldn't even catch their attention.

  "Lord Jiang! Ding has a point. Where is our Third Master?"

  Ding Baojun is the sworn brother of Yang Shiqin, the helmsman of the Yang family in Kunming. They, a group of brothers, made a big business in Yunnan Province, and he, being literate, became the manager of the Yang family.

  Big Brother Yang Shi Qian is good in every way, except that his third son Yang Meng is not careful. In recent years, the kung fu of the Third Master of the Yang family has slowly become a climate, and more and more people have died at his hands.

  In the past two or three years, just for this Third Master, the Yang family spent over a million taels of silver. No sooner had they finished celebrating the new year than this Third Master fled to the mountains, only to be wounded by someone in Yiliang County.

  Big Brother Yang Sizhen was furious after hearing this, he had brought three hundred good men with him this time. Big Brother's side made a ruthless statement: if Third Master had any mishap, they would bloodbath Yiliang County.

  "This... this..."

  Yang Sanlang is shouting loudly inside, now going to take a look, afraid of provoking the wrath of this one-eyed hawk.

  "Take me with you!"

  At the sight of Yiliang County, Ding Baoren's heart skipped a beat. Could something have happened to Lao San? This would be troublesome. His expression changed, and he didn't bother with politeness, pulling Yiliang County along and having him lead the way.