Chen Jinjun and Xu Fanming heard that Lao was riding in the carriage and mixed in with Nian's caravan.
It was said to be Nian's caravan, but in fact only two vehicles in it were Nian's goods, and the rest of the vehicles were almost entirely occupied by Chen Jinjun's personnel.
She sat in the carriage and half-closed her eyes.
"We're here." She heard Xu Fanming say.
Because they had Nian's certificate, the group entered Yucheng smoothly. Chen Jinjun frowned and looked at the homeless people on the streets of Yucheng.
"My boss..." Xu Fanming looked at Chen Jinjun worriedly.
Chen Jinjun shook his head: "It's okay. The first priority is to find Zhang Gui. Behind him is Shao Peichen. We have to guard against him."
"Then I'll send someone to find Zhang Gui, and then let's go find the gangsters?" Xu Fanming suggested.
Chen Jinjun hesitated for a moment: "What if... Zhang Gui is with the gang now?"
This is not impossible. After all, if the gang dares to use the name of the Qinghong Society, they will not treat Zhang Gui favorably. What's more, Zhang Gui has too many backers and is confident. They rashly came to Yucheng and visited him like this.
It is really reckless to visit.
Mr. Wen cleared his throat: "Get out of the car first and find a teahouse."
"Teahouse?" Chen Jinjun looked at Mr. Wen in confusion.
Mr. Wen closed his eyes and looked enigmatic: "My boss will know it then."
When it comes to traveling in the world of martial arts, Mr. Wen is an expert. Even when Xu Fanming first arrived in the capital, it was only because of Mr. Wen that he found a place in the world of the capital.
Therefore, Chen Jinjun had to listen to what Mr. Wen said.
Under the leadership of Mr. Wen, Chen Jinjun and Xu Fanming looked at the inconspicuous teahouse in front of them.
"Follow me when you get in, don't look around." Mr. Wen lowered his voice and warned the two people behind him.
After saying that, seeing both of them nodding, Mr. Wen raised his feet and walked inside.
As soon as the three of them entered the teahouse, a waiter came up to greet them.
"What does your guest want?" Xiao'er looked at the three people back and forth, then focused on Mr. Wen.
"I'll serve a pot of oolong and some of your signature teas." Mr. Wen waved his hand naturally.
Chen Jinjun frowned. In order not to be discovered in Yucheng, she dressed simply all the way and tried her best not to attract attention even with her stunning face.
Mr. Wen found an inconspicuous place to sit down, put his legs flat, put his left hand on the table, palm down, slightly bent his thumb and index finger, the opening was oval, and stretched out the remaining three fingers straight, and did
A gesture of "three and a half sticks of incense".
When the waiter brought the tea, he turned the spout over and faced himself.
Chen Jinjun watched Mr. Wen's series of actions without making a sound, but silently recorded them in his mind.
What followed was a long wait. The refreshments and tea on the table were not touched at all. The three people gathered around the square table, waiting for someone who knew something.
During this period, when the waiter saw this, he felt it was very strange. He was about to step forward, but was stopped by the shopkeeper.
"Shopkeeper, those people..." Xiao'er looked towards Chen Jinjun.
The teahouse owner saw Mr. Wen's gesture and licked his lips thoughtfully: "Don't worry about it, just go about your business."
With these words, the waiter happily went to entertain other guests.
The teahouse owner just took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention and quietly walked around to Chen Jinjun's table. He sat directly on one side of the square table, opposite to Mr. Wen.
Mr. Wen slowly raised his eyes and looked at the teahouse owner in front of him.
"Online friends?" The teahouse owner looked at the three people, and then locked his sights on Mr. Wen.
Wen Lao didn't reply, but slowly closed his eyes.
When the teahouse owner saw this, he knew that he had met everyone. He continued to whisper to Mr. Wen: "What is twenty-three taels?"
Wen Lao remained unmoved: "Twenty-three provinces of China."
"Brother, please invite me to the backyard." The shopkeeper looked at Mr. Wen and cupped his hands.
Only then did Mr. Wen open his eyes, stood up, and led Chen Jinjun and Xu Fanming to the backyard of the tea house.
Chen Jinjun looked at the back of the teahouse owner and then at the back of Mr. Wen. If he remembered correctly, the words he just said were exactly the lingo of people in the world.
The shopkeeper took the three people to the side room in the backyard of the teahouse, left the three people in the courtyard, and went in first.
Sitting in the room was a thin Taoist priest, with his broad Taoist robe fluttering around him.
"Master, there are three members of the Qinghong Association coming outside."
Hearing what the teahouse shopkeeper said, the Taoist priest slowly opened his eyes: "From Qinghonghui? Instead of going to Wang Mazi's side, you're going to hang out in the teahouse instead?"
The shopkeeper shook his head: "I don't know, but that old man seems to be an expert."
The Taoist priest glanced at the teahouse owner and said in a protracted tone: "Will the Spring Festival be opened?"
This is to ask the shopkeeper, how is Mr. Wen's argot?
The shopkeeper thought for a while: "I guess it's full."
The way I heard the old man look just now, it wouldn't be so natural if he hadn't been around the world for decades.
"Oh?" The Taoist priest twirled his goatee, "Please come in and have a game."
The shopkeeper then came out and asked Mr. Wen to come in.
Chen Jinjun quietly raised his eyes and glanced at the Taoist priest. He felt that he was as thin as a living skeleton, with only a layer of skin covering the skeleton. His eyes were wide open. The moment he looked over, Chen Jinjun couldn't help but wrinkle.
frowned.
When Wen Lao saw the Taoist priest, he bowed to the Taoist priest. Xu Fanming hurriedly followed the luggage, and Chen Jinjun had to bow to the Taoist priest like them.
The Taoist priest glanced at the three people, and his eyes paused on Chen Jinjun.
But it was only for a moment. He turned his head and looked at the tea cup on the table. He was sipping tea while talking in a long tone, as if he was singing: "What is four pounds?"
Wen Lao was leaning on crutches, looking directly at the old Taoist priest on the couch, and said slowly: "The king of Song Dynasty in Bianliang in Tokyo is surnamed Zhao, the Taizu of Ming Dynasty in Nanjing is surnamed Zhu, Xue Pinggui in Xijing, and the Qing emperor in Yanshan in Beijing."
The Taoist priest picked up the teapot and poured tea into the cup in front of him: "What is five coins?"
"It's Wuhu."
The Taoist priest put down the teapot and looked at Mr. Wen with interest: "What is four points, nine centimeters and eight cents?"
"The four seas, Jiujiang, and eight rivers are the same."
The Taoist priest became interested and even put the tea soup he had just made aside and turned around: "What is... bachelor's skin?"
The old man replied calmly and without hesitation: "The light is in the sky as brightness, which can shine on all nations and nine states. On the earth, it is as jewels, gold and silver, which can travel through the world."
"The human eye can recognize the good and evil in the world; the stick is Thoreau's stick in the sky, the Bauhinia stick on the earth, and the Panlong stick between you and me."
"The skin is regarded as a Thoreau skin in heaven, as a redbud skin on the earth, and as a reputation among people; the leader of a good family is a rolling skin, a soldier is a hob skin, and those who fall into begging and have no property are a rolling skin."
The Taoist priest looked at Mr. Wen with excitement in his eyes: "Where do you eat, brother?"
Mr. Wen looked at the Taoist priest quietly and remained silent.
The Taoist priest grinned, and in Chen Jinjun's eyes, he felt even more like a skeleton.
Just when Chen Jinjun was secretly cursing, the Taoist priest turned to look at Chen Jinjun.
"Is this your honor?" The Taoist priest stared at Chen Jinjun.
Chen Jinjun frowned.
Mr. Wen moved first and sat directly opposite the Taoist priest.
The Taoist priest chuckled: "Brother, if he can't see it, how can I not see it?"
As he spoke, the Taoist mouthed at the teahouse owner standing aside.
Chen Jinjun looked at the Taoist priest and couldn't figure out for a moment how he could see it?
The Taoist priest seemed to see the doubts in Chen Jinjun's heart, and the expression on his face gradually became unpredictable: "The secret of heaven must not be leaked."