"Sir, you must have heard that you can buy magic spells at Xiao Feng Martial Arts School." The waiter smiled and gave Du Kang another cup of tea.
"The spells in Xiaofeng Martial Arts School are not something ordinary people can learn. The dozen or so spells sold by the outer sect range from six to seven hundred taels to more than a thousand taels. The price is only
It’s really too expensive to buy the entry-level parts.”
As he spoke, the waiter took a plate of cold cucumbers handed by another waiter and placed it on Du Kang's table. He was full of emotion when he mentioned one thousand taels of silver.
"What can you do with that kind of money? More than a thousand taels can buy this shop. It was a gimmick for Sao Feng Martial Arts School to say that you can buy spells with money. It made them a lot of money back then.
Where's the name?"
"Back then? Are you not selling it now?" Du Kang noticed the key point in Xiao Er's words.
"It's also sold now. If you say it, you can't throw water at your sign. But back then, six out of ten people who bought spells and practiced them themselves became possessed by the magic. It was the Sao Feng Martial Arts School who caught them.
.”
"Rich people also cherish their lives. After spending so much money to buy a 40% chance of success, not many people dare to bet, so naturally fewer people will buy it."
"Now only some people who are cornered will try this road. If you ask me, does a person with a thousand taels of silver on his body deserve to be cornered? Yes..."
The waiter's words went too far, and Du Kang didn't listen carefully anymore. He placed ten coins on the table, opened the window next to him, and let the cold wind mixed with snowflakes blow on him.
Just as I was sitting there for a while, it started snowing outside.
The waiter was discerning and wanted to remind him that this would take away the heat in the building, but after looking at the copper plate on the table, he finally took the copper plate into his hand and quietly left to do his work.
The difficulty of practicing magic is not a problem for him, but the fees at Sao Feng Martial Arts School are too expensive, and Du Kang's current small wallet cannot support such high consumption.
He also needs to buy himself an extraordinary metal skeleton, and the Five Elements Demon Boy still needs to grow up. There are many ways to spend money, and he has to be careful in order to survive on the diary.
Tomorrow I will go check out the dozens of spells they sell and see if there is any suitable for me to learn. If the price is not expensive, I will buy it directly. If it is too expensive, I will have to think of a way.
If that doesn't work, try to see if you can sneak into them.
The internal price of a force will always be cheaper, such as the Blood Clothes Society. Although their spells are exchanged for merit, when converted into money, they are far cheaper than outside.
Moreover, the martial arts school has a master-disciple relationship, which is different from the power structure of a gang. If the master teaches the disciples the skills, he should, maybe not charge money?
I was thinking a lot by the window, and the crispy roast duck was served directly.
The duck was freshly roasted, the duck skin was crispy, and the duck fat was mellow. Du Kang had a bite of duck meat and a bite of cucumber. In just a moment, the roast duck was already eaten.
At this time, the sound of the pipa on the first floor had stopped, and a storyteller was replaced on the high platform, telling the story of the Feng family killing a centipede monster. Du Kang only listened for a while and realized that this story was made up by mortals.
Full of random thoughts about magic.
The storyteller knows shit about magic.
He stood up and was about to leave, but saw the girl playing the pipa walking out of the restaurant from the window.
At this time, she had changed into a thick cotton coat, wrapped the Pipa in a cloth bag, held it in her arms, opened a bamboo umbrella and walked away.
In Du Kang's eyes, the bamboo umbrella exuded a faint green light.
"What good luck."
…
Tan Hua walked in the narrow alley, holding the Pipa tightly in his arms, raising his feet to avoid a pool of blood from the melted snow.
The umbrella above my head protected Pipa tightly, fearing that it would be stained by a trace of snowflakes, but I completely ignored that the half of my shoulder where the umbrella was exposed had already accumulated a light layer of snow.
The door of her home was in front of her, and thinking of her mother at home, a smile appeared on her face.
"Master Wang in the kitchen is a good man. He said that there was an extra chicken drumstick in the cooking and asked me to take it back to eat. My mother hasn't eaten chicken drumsticks for a long time, so I'd better bring it to my mother."
Although Master Wang said it was leftover from cooking, her heart was pounding when she took the chicken legs out, for fear of being discovered and hurting Master Wang.
The chicken legs hidden in the sleeves had long since become cold, but my mother was always skillful and shredded the chicken legs into shredded meat, which was enough to make a dish with sauerkraut.
She had a lot to say to her mother. A young man came to the restaurant for dinner today. He was very good-looking. It would be great if she could marry such a person in the future.
Also, the owner of the restaurant said that she was good at playing and singing, and wanted to give her a salary increase. When the debts owed to others were almost paid off, she wanted to save a dowry for herself and marry someone as good-looking as that.
With this little thought in mind, I finally walked to the door of my house, only to see that the door was ajar.
A bad premonition arose in my heart, and I pushed the door open. I saw a familiar figure hanging from the beam by a hemp rope. My mother's sad face was bruised by the hemp rope, and her mouth was wide open and vomiting.
His tongue made her face full of frozen pain.
Tan Hua felt her arms loosen up, and the Pipa she was hugging fell to the ground. She hurriedly ran forward, and she didn't know where she got the strength to support her mother's legs, trying to save her.
"It's useless. I've been hanging there for an hour and it's already freezing."
Only then did Tan Hua realize that there was someone beside him, a dark-faced middle-aged man sitting on his bed, smoking a cigarette, and he quickly asked for help.
"Manager Wu, please come and help me. My mother can still be saved. Please help rescue her. The money my family owes you will be paid off soon, and we will never default on it."
"How can you pay it back? Your damn dad owed one hundred and eighty taels of silver from our gambling house. It would have been easy for him to drown himself in the river, but with the few coppers you earned from singing in the restaurant
, I will never be able to pay it off in this life.”
The man knocked the finished pot of cigarette on the edge of the bed, poured out the ashes, walked to Tan Hua, and lifted her chin with the hot cigarette pot. This pretty face with pear blossoms and rain was really attractive.
Heartbeat.
"However, you have a good appearance. If you go to a brothel to sing, you might be able to pay off your debt quickly."
Seeing Tan Hua, whose face was stained with tears, put the tobacco pole aside, Manager Wu was not annoyed and continued.
"I just had a good talk with your wife, but she couldn't think about it and hanged herself. You said it was a big deal. It was the best of both worlds. I could recover the debt from the gambling house, and your life would be easier. This
Let her make trouble, and I become a bad person."
Tan Hua felt the already cold body in his arms, and gradually became desperate. He let go of his mother's hand and said.
"My mother told me this morning that she wanted me to come back early for dinner, but she actually hanged herself after you only said a few words?"
On the stove, the meal was only half cooked. Tan Hua didn't believe that her mother would commit suicide. The man in front of her must have killed her mother, and now he wanted to sell her to a brothel.
She knew that she had to be patient, and resisting would just mean being forcibly sold into a brothel, but the anger in her heart made her unable to reason, and the hairpin in her hand was about to thrust forward.
At this moment, a gentle voice sounded in my ears.
"Do you want revenge? Make a deal with me and I can help you."