Chapter 22 Zhongdu Beggars Gang

Wang Zhijin said: "This junior is Wang Zhijin, a third-generation disciple of the Quanzhen Sect. Don't worry, he is not a golden man."

The old beggar looked into Wang Zhijin's eyes and felt that he was not lying. Then he looked at the ten cents below: "Not enough, ten cents is not enough. I want to know the whereabouts. In Zhongdu City, the fee is ten taels. When leaving the city, every ten miles

Add ten taels to the unit.

Can you give me a price?"

Wang Zhijin pretended to take it out from his body, but actually took out ten taels of silver from the space. He did not dare to take out gold. Gold is generally not commonly used and is only used when large-scale fund mobilization occurs.

"This is the deposit. If you can find it within two hours, I will pay double."

"Okay, how can I contact you?"

"Senior, this junior is currently being stared at by Wanyan Honglie's people, and it is inconvenient to come out. As long as you place seven bowls in this position, I will come out. What do you think?"

"Okay, I'll do as you say!"

After speaking, he bowed his head and spoke to a little beggar for a while, and the little beggar ran away.

"Little Dao Zhang, wait a moment, I'm going to greet my brothers,"

Apart from inquiring about information, searching for people, or paging, the dirty clothes sect has no other industries.

You can think of the Dirty Clothes Sect as the "fundamentalism" of the beggar gang. The Dirty Clothes Sect believes that beggars must wear rags and slovenly to look like a beggar.

You can think of the Jingyi Sect as the "revisionism" of the Beggar Clan.

During the Tianlong period, there were people from the Jianghu who defected to the Beggar Gang, but no special faction was formed. In the Hong Qigong era, those who joined the Beggar Gang formed a huge system after a hundred years of preparation.

Being able to compete with the Dirty Clothes Sect, Hong Qigong had to wear clean clothes half the year and dirty clothes half the year. The same was true during the Huang Rong period, but he only put a patch on his body as dirty clothes.

Wang Zhijin went back to meet Ma Yu and said, "Uncle, I have made an agreement with the Beggar Clan and gave him ten taels of silver. If he can find it quickly, he can give him more."

When Ma Yu heard this, he realized that he didn't have much money on him, so he brought twenty taels with him when he came out. As expenses for the two of them, they spent a lot along the way. It seemed that Wang Zhijin's money was used.

"Zhijin, did I use your money?"

"What's mine is not mine. I don't need money in Quanzhen Sect, so I can spend it on serious things, so that's what I should do,"

"Well, even so, as an elder, I still can't lose face. Go back to Quanzhen and teach me to reimburse you."

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The people of the Beggar Gang are really efficient. Three thousand beggars in Zhongdu City searched the vacant houses, shops, and workshops in a very short period of time. They even searched some woods.

If Wang Zhijin sees it, he will think that these ten taels of silver are worth the money.

In fact, these three thousand beggars just walked around in their own area without exerting any effort.

In less than an hour, they got the news. It turned out that last night, Guo Jing carried Wang Chuyi to an empty house. Wang Chuyi, who knew medical skills, wrote a prescription for himself and asked Guo Jing to pick it up.

Master Lingzhi's arsenic sand palm is very special, and one of the medicines in it must be used as the main medicine to cure it. Yang Kang searched the whole city for this medicine at dawn.

Guo Jing wore his unusual clothes and was stared at when he wandered around various pharmacies. Yang Kang's men also stared at him.

However, although Guo Jing looked stupid, he was not stupid. After searching all the pharmacies, when he went back, he walked around for a long time to get rid of the people who were chasing him.

The Beggar Clan knew the Tibetan tactics and targeted an area. Their guess was very accurate. Guo Jing and Wang Chuyi were here.

Wang Zhijin didn't leave that place for long. He was shocked when he saw the seven broken bowls. So fast?

He immediately appeared, and the man from the Five Bags Beggars Gang appeared.

"Senior, why are you so fast?"

"Haha, my beggar gang wants to find someone in the city. As long as they are not among the princes, nobles and palaces, isn't it easy to find someone?

I have determined the location of the person you are looking for, can I take you there?"

Wang Zhijin thought for a while and said, "That's good, I'll go see it with you!"

After a while, the beggar took Wang Zhijin and said, "There is just such a vacant house here. Go and take a look."

Wang Zhijin did not act rashly. He knocked directly on the door, first three times, then seven times quickly, and then four times.

After he finished knocking, there was a quick reply, first two knocks, then four quick knocks, and finally five knocks.

Wang Chuyi inside looked very unhappy at this time. Hearing the sound of knocking, he was overjoyed that Quanzhen's people had come. At this time, the most likely person was Qiu Chuji.

Wang Zhijin was very excited and immediately jumped into the courtyard and said, "Wang Zhijin pays homage to Uncle Wang."

When Wang Chu heard Wang Zhijin's voice, he was surprised and happy. His nephew, whom he hadn't seen for a year, was actually here.

He said, "Nephew, come in, I'm injured and it's not convenient for me to go out."

Wang Zhijin entered the accident, and at a glance he saw Wang Chuyi sitting there doing exercises to heal his injuries, "Uncle, how injured are you?" Although he knew, he still wanted to ask.

"Ahem!" Because of his excitement, he suffered an injury. "He was plotted by Master Lingzhi's poisonous sand palm."

"Uncle, there's no need to say anything. I'm here to heal your injuries. My innate skills are the most miraculous in healing, if not other things."

"Then I'll trouble my nephew."

Next, Wang Zhijin immediately healed Wang Chuyi's injuries. He sat cross-legged on the ground, pressed Wang Chuyi's back with both hands, and performed the Xiantian Kung Fu. After about half an hour, the treatment was completed and he could only stop the exercise.

Wang Chuyi felt a stream of warm currents, washing through his eight extraordinary meridians. The poison of the arsenic sand palm was like an ordinary mouse meeting a cat when it encountered the innate energy. After several rounds of innate energy washing away, the poison of the arsenic sand palm was like a cat.

The toxins in the palm were completely removed,

This means that his life has been saved, and as for his injuries, he can recover slowly.

Wang Chuyi could not walk on his own before, but now he can stand up.

"Hahaha, my nephew's innate kung fu is so powerful. I'm afraid your uncle's kung fu and mine can't compare to yours."

Wang Chuyi said,

"Uncle, this is the ancestor's innate skill, not mine. You also know that the innate skill can restrain poisons and is indeed harmful when used to treat diseases.

By the way, I was busy giving you poison, but forgot about the beggar heroes outside, I went out to meet them,"

Wang Zhijin talked about the deal with the Beggar Clan again, and Wang Chuyi felt that he had to personally deal with these Beggar Clan heroes, even if it was a deal.

I went out with Wang Zhijin and met Five Bags of Old Beggars.

"Wang Chuyi, the poor Taoist Quanzhen disciple of Yuyangzi, has met the heroes of the Beggar Clan and knows what the old heroes are called."
Chapter completed!