#seven

In the past few years of staying in Jiangnan, aside from other things, Tang Jin was already familiar with the matter of buying pigs.

She walked to a certain shopping street with a knife and wandered for a while. When she turned around and walked back, there was a man wearing a raincoat and a hat on a sunny day, dragging a few small black pigs towards him.

She came over.

The man lowered his voice and asked her mysteriously: "Sir, do you want to buy dolphins? These are high-quality black dolphins. They have been waiting here for several days."

Tang Jin just pretended that she didn't see the other party winking at her from under her hat, paid for a small black pig, and then led the pig away.

She wandered and wandered to an alley.

This time it was even more interesting. As soon as she walked over, she heard a heart-rending pig's cry behind her. When she turned around, she saw a little black pig that couldn't get out of her head and bumped straight towards her.

Tang Jin avoided one, and the little black pig that couldn't think of it collided with the little black pig Tang Jin had just bought, and then the two pigs fainted together.

Tang Jin stood there in silence for a long time.

After the wind blew away the leaves on the ground, Tang Jin returned to the inn with the two little black pigs in his arms.

On the way, she knocked out a few ordinary passers-by - ordinary members of the intelligence organization hidden in the crowd.

After knocking these passers-by unconscious, she also put them to sleep, making them forget the scenes they just saw——

If she didn't do this, let alone having been undercover here for three years, her grave would be covered in grass just by the weird ideas that those two weird coordinators sent by the weird organization came up with.

After cleaning up the aftermath for the two organizations, Tang Jin went to buy some spices for cooking.

Compared to those two organizations, Wudang is still smarter.

After knowing Tang Jin's current situation, they did not secretly send a letter to Tang Jin, but directly opened a restaurant selling oil, salt, soy and vinegar in Jiangnan.

Although the current imperial court does not support trade, it has not explicitly prohibited or suppressed it. The Wudang Sect has many fields, so they have opened rice farms and troughs.

After Wudang opened its mill in the south of the Yangtze River, Tang Jin could use the excuse of buying rice to make soy sauce to deliver news openly and openly every one or two months. Compared to those two...

Forget it, just don’t say it.

There was no one in the trough, so Tang Jin walked into the trough with the two little black pigs in his arms, and walked straight to the shopkeeper who was sitting and settling accounts.

"Shopkeeper, buy something."

"Oh? What more do you want, sir?"

"Everyone wants a can."

"You want them all?" The shopkeeper was a little surprised. He raised his head and glanced at her, "Are you planning to go on a long trip?"

"Yes." Tang Jin lowered his eyes and looked at the words written under the shopkeeper's hand, "March itinerary."

The shopkeeper nodded understandingly, "It's been taking so long, so I really need to prepare more things."

He turned his head and called to another clerk in the store, "Go and put all the ingredients in a can."

"Okay." The waiter responded and then turned around and went to the side hall to load things for Tang Jin.

The shopkeeper saw the guy passing by and then turned to look at Tang Jin. He put down his pen and didn't ask where Tang Jin was going. He just chatted casually and said, "Do you know that our shop belongs to the Wudang Sect?"

"Um."

The shopkeeper laughed and said, "What a coincidence, our Wudang will have a sword test conference in March, and all heroes from all over the world are invited to attend. I see that the guest officer is also a martial arts practitioner. I don't know if he is interested in going. Let's try it.

Ichiban?"

Tang Jin raised his hand and said, "I practice swordsmanship."

"Hey, the weapons in this world belong to the same family. Whether it's sword practice or sword practice, you can try it out. If you win in the end, who in this world doesn't recognize you?"

Listening to the shopkeeper's encouraging words, Tang Jin knew that this was Wudang's intention to encourage her to go back and participate in the sword test competition.

Perhaps because she has been undercover for so many years and things have turned out like this, he planned to let her end her undercover career and call her back.

but……

Faced with repeated invitations and strong recommendations from the shopkeeper, Tang Jin could only tell him "helplessly": "I want to send someone to Junzhou. I can't participate."

She was telling the other party her next whereabouts, but when the shopkeeper heard her words, he blinked, with joy on his face, "Isn't this just a coincidence, sir?"

Tang Jin was a little confused.

The shopkeeper clicked his tongue and reminded her: "Our Wudang is located in Junzhou!"

Tang Jin: "...ah?"

"Hey, Sir, you must have not left this place in the south of the Yangtze River for a long time, so you don't know, right? Last year, the area in Wudang Mountain - the place originally called Wudang County has been divided into another area and renamed

It’s Junzhou!”

Tang Jin looked at the cheerful and joyful look of the shopkeeper in front of him, and even the facial features on his originally expressionless face seemed to begin to disappear.

She lowered her head very slowly and looked at the two little black pigs in her arms.

Just now.

suddenly.

She has one.

Very bad premonition.

…

The private rooms reserved for distinguished guests in the Xiaopo Inn are fairly well-furnished, but the soundproofing is average.

On weekdays, this place is quiet, and I don't feel noisy, but if there is any sound coming from downstairs, I can hear it clearly in the wing upstairs.

Jin Wanliang was still sitting by the window lazily reading a book when he heard the shopkeeper's critical voice coming from downstairs.

And the response...

Of course there will be no response.

Jin Wanliang leaned on his forehead and flipped through a few pages. After a long time, when there was no movement downstairs, he raised his hand and completely pushed open the window next to him that was only half open to let in the light.

The inn is not big, and the kitchen is in the east room in the backyard. From here, you can barely see it if you want to.

Just when he leaned against the window and looked over, he frowned strangely.

A large pot of water has been boiled in the kitchen. The idiot chef did not sit in front of the fire and watch the fire. Instead, he stood in front of the chopping board and looked at the little black sleeping soundly lying on the chopping board with extremely heavy eyes.

pig.

The look and focus in his eyes, as well as the tears that seemed to come out of his eyes because he couldn't bear it, made Jin Wanliang's arms goosebumps.

He did know someone who kept some raccoon birds, and loved them very much.

but……

pig?

The young man's expression was indescribably complicated for a moment.

Not knowing how much time had passed, Jin Wanliang stood up and closed the window.

Everyone has his own good in life.

pig……

That’s okay too.

…

Bar?

…

Tang Jin could hear the sound of windows opening and closing coming from outside.

But she had no intention of raising her head to check the situation.

She looked at the two little black pigs on the chopping board, her eyes were affectionate, focused, and filled with a murderous aura as cold as water.

The messages on the two little black pigs are very consistent.

——Mo Yu/Shan Luo, our church/our organization must send someone to dampen the spirit of those righteous fools/to show the strength of our organization to the rich and fat sheep in this Wudang Sword Trial Conference.

——After careful consideration, the church/organization decided that this glorious and arduous task will be handed over to you!

——You're very happy and excited, aren't you?

——Don’t be too excited. The conference will not be held for another three months. You should prepare slowly and prepare well. I believe in you.

Tang Jin knocked out the two little black pigs with one slap and ended their lives painlessly.

It’s decided.

Today I’m going to make roasted suckling pig, fried suckling pig, pan-fried suckling pig, braised suckling pig powder, steamed suckling pig, boiled suckling pig, suckling pig soup, vinegar, stir-fried suckling pig, simmered pig, raw baked suckling pig, stewed suckling pig in sauce, and cut the two pig heads in half with a thousand cuts.
Chapter completed!