In the hot summer, what else can compete with the scorching sun?
Maybe there are only shooting stars.
Boom!
It was the sound of someone falling to the ground.
It was also the echo that came from Wang Kui's heart after hearing the sound.
Damn it, Damn it, Lao Ge is so angry, forget it if you can’t get these ten thousand taels of silver, but don’t bring yourself any trouble!
Wang Kui shakily put down the ax he held in front of him, blocking his sight, but saw a white light shining in front of him, making it difficult to look straight.
After squinting, he noticed that a black spot was rapidly enlarging in the dazzling light. His intuition for more than twenty years told Wang Kui that danger was approaching, but he could no longer move away. It was not because he didn't want to, but because he was forced to do so.
The extremely cold breath released by the black spot froze his body. With his strength, he was able to break free, but it was too late, and the sword had already penetrated his neck.
Wang Kui saw clearly that the black spot in front of him was the young man in white who he had just met at the city gate. He also saw that the person lying on the ground was none other than his fellow disciple Ge Hongtu. He had no intention of thinking about the rest.
, it’s not that he doesn’t want to, it’s just that his life is over.
When Jiang Yichen sheathed his sword and turned around, he could only see the afterimage of the man in brocade clothes floating casually into the west city gate. How could this be a cripple with no martial arts skills?
Jiang Yichen shook his head and smiled bitterly. He worked hard to help others solve their problems, and even got a bloody hand. However, others were extremely wary of him and quietly slipped away without saying a word. Oh, forget it, let's go to the city first to inquire about the recent Shamen.
situation.
When the man in brocade clothes enters the city, it can be said that he has entered a safe island. At least under the clear sky and in broad daylight, under the eyes of the government, no one dares to make any mistakes. After all, this is a capital city close to the border, and the government's ability still makes all parties aware of it.
What is feared.
Of course, Jinju City is not an absolute safe island. At least as long as there is not too much noise in the west of Jinju City, no one will hear and no one will see what happens there. Another special case is Jinju at night.
, Unless the earth is shaking, foreign barbarians are invading, and as long as the lives of people in the government are not threatened, otherwise, they can turn a deaf ear.
There are many places where you can get information, and you can ask anyone on the street all kinds of things. But if you want to get the information you want quietly, you have to go to places where there is a lot of people.
These places are nothing more than restaurants, tea shops, wine shops or gambling houses and Fengyan buildings.
A person who has never even touched dice, let alone any craftsmanship. Jiang Yichen has never touched dice. Gambling houses are out of place for him, and he will not go there to expose his ignorance and suspicion.
Jiang Yichen of Fengyan Tower was ashamed to go. After all, the scene of accidentally entering Yichun Courtyard in Gusu was still vivid in his mind. He was not afraid of women, but he was afraid of getting into trouble if the drink put into his mouth by a woman was put into his mouth.
Speaking of drinks, even though he had been hungover for a year on Xishan Island, Jiang Yichen's drinking capacity was not great. No matter what kind of wine it was, he would definitely be dizzy within three sips. This was something he learned hard in the windless forest.
Maple has already seen it.
As a result, the only places Jiang Yichen could go to were restaurants and tea shops.
As long as you are intentional, you can capture valuable information from even small talk in twos and threes.
In the inner city of Jinzhou, only people from the government can ride horses. Jiang Yichen, who was walking on foot among the crowds of people, suddenly heard a shout in his ear.
"The fat meat is not greasy after eating, and the lean meat has no residue and is full of oil. You don't need to bite the meat to let it rot. The fragrance lingers for a long time after eating. The authentic Qindi flavor of the steamed bun with cured meat is crispy and fragrant. It has a texture of more than thirty years old.
A secret recipe of seasonings has been passed down from ancestors to this day. The cured meat is 'fat but not greasy, thin but not woody, and overflowing with oily aroma'. It is really the king of steamed buns and a unique one in Zhongzhou. Don't miss it when you pass by!
Objectively, come in and have a look and a taste, I guarantee you will be satisfied." There is a small meat bun shop on the side of the street, and the waiter is working hard to attract customers.
The aroma of the wine was afraid that the alley was deep and there was no publicity to tell anyone who wanted to try it. No matter what, the rumbling sound in his stomach made Jiang Yichen stop and walk towards the store.
The snacks from Qin were sold in Jinzhou, probably because of the war. Fortunately, the distance between the two places is not too far, and there is not much difference in the folk customs, so it is quite delicious.
The shop is not big, just five or six tables and chairs neatly arranged.
There were quite a lot of people in the store. Apart from the shopkeeper and two waiters, the remaining ten or so customers could only share a table, which was a bit of a makeshift.
This also shows that the taste of this Roujiamo must be good.
Jiang Yichen ordered a steamed bun with cured meat sauce and a bowl of noodles with soy sauce, and then ate with satisfaction. He was not a picky person. For food, it was best to have delicious food. Otherwise, he could handle it with wild fruits and wild vegetables.
, his mind was not on eating, but on listening.
There were three people dining at the same table with Jiang Yichen. This was the seat he had chosen specially. These three people happened to be familiar with each other, and people who are familiar with each other would always be able to chat about something as trivial as trivial matters at home.
Neighborhood anecdotes can be as big as rumors in the world, from north to south. Small things can be talked about out of sorrow or joy, and big things can be talked about as long as they don't offend others or hurt oneself.
And what these three people were talking about happened to be something Jiang Yichen was interested in.
"Hey, Old Zhao, you said that the Four Seas Alliance is really lavish. Ten thousand taels of silver is enough for ordinary people like us to be happy for most of our lives." Sitting opposite Jiang Yichen was a thin, middle-aged man.
, he chuckled at this time, seeming to be immersed in some kind of beautiful dream.
"Extensive? Excessive... Mao Yao." The man called Lao Zhao suddenly lowered his voice. He glanced at Jiang Yichen from the corner of his eye and found that the boy was still concentrating on sucking noodles. He just winked and asked his two companions to move their heads closer, and then
He said, "These ten thousand taels of silver may be enough to cover a year and a half's expenses for some middle-class sects, but for an alliance, it's really a drop in the bucket. Do you know that the person they want to arrest is
What’s your identity?”
"Isn't he just a handsome and poor scholar?" The person who spoke was the largest of the three sitting next to Jiang Yichen. This man had a face full of disdain and eagerness to try. It seemed that as long as this scholar appeared in front of him, he would
He can knock him to the ground and easily get ten thousand taels of silver.
"Old Sun, Old Sun, don't interrupt, listen to Old Zhao, listen to Old Zhao." The thin man waved his hand.
"Old Sun, Old Qian, please listen to my advice and don't go after this ten thousand taels of silver. People say that the person who is wanted in the world is a useless scholar who has lost all his martial arts skills. But guess what? This scholar is now
It is true that his martial arts skills are completely useless, but he was once a martial arts prodigy, a proud man of heaven, and the deputy head of a certain pavilion in the Kyushu Alliance. If he dares to wander around alone, it means that he has someone to rely on, at least for us.
These ordinary people are still out of reach, be careful not to lose your life in the eyes of money." Old Zhao said in a deep voice.
"Hey, Old Zhao, I don't like to hear your sincere words. Wealth and wealth are at stake. Normally, we can't get involved with those wanted by the government or with bounties offered by the rivers and lakes. But if there is an opportunity this time, I will still fight for it.
, if it happens, my old grandson will never have it all to himself, and I will definitely bring you two together, and our three families will live happily together for the rest of our lives." The old grandson was not happy when he heard this, and snorted.
"Nonsense! Old Sun, old man, if you earn money, you have to spend it with your life. If you earn money, but the person is gone, you may not be able to keep the money and leave it to your family. That is not worth the loss. It must not be
Go ahead and give in to this delusion. Think about it, this money is not a small amount for anyone, but the person you want to arrest is a useless person. Even if you can knock him down, you are not afraid of the mantis stalking the cicada or the oriole behind you.
, will anyone else push you down again?" At this point, Lao Zhao believed that Lao Sun would understand.
"Brother Zhao makes sense. We still can't afford to spend some money. Old Sun, you are right to hear what Old Zhao said. Don't think about it anymore. Don't think about it anymore." The look in Lao Qian's eyes was darker than before.
Quite a few. It’s really sad to think about cutting off a way of making money that you thought was so easy.
"Well, Old Sun is right. I didn't think about it. Well, life is hard. It's unrealistic to settle things once and for all. It's really frustrating." Old Sun scratched his head, shook his head and sighed.
"We can't touch that ten thousand taels of silver, but there is something we can fight for." Old Zhao suddenly lowered his voice and glanced at the young man in white who was facing him diagonally.
I saw that the young man had had enough tea and food, and seemed a little sleepy, so he took a nap directly on the table.
"What's going on?" Lao Qian and Lao Sun approached each other at the same time and asked in unison.
"Old Li from Disha Sect gave me some information. Do you remember that five hall masters from Disha Sect died in Jinzhou City at night ten days ago?" Lao Zhao whispered in a voice that only the three of them could hear.