"This is God trying to overcome the calamity and collect people. ("", watch the latest update of this book)" an older man actually said and sighed, "I heard that chaos has broken out in Hebei and Shanxi."
"Let's eat and drink water, get some rest, and then go on our way!" The person who spoke was tall and burly, but very young. He looked about twenty-four or five years old, and his sharp eyebrows and tiger-like eyes showed that he was very talented. As soon as he said this, everyone else fell silent.
Obviously the leader of the team.
At that moment, someone ordered the restaurant staff who came with them to prepare food: here they only serve some rough food such as pancakes, hard buns, pickles, pickles, garlic, etc. There are no vegetables and of course no meat. In the year of the disaster, even the pancakes commonly eaten by local farmers have changed.
It was thick and black, and I don’t know how many grass roots, barks and other things were mixed in. It was black, hard and dry. Not to mention the three women, even the other knights grinned when they ate it, so they had to swallow it with tea.
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The young woman who just spoke could not help but frown while eating. After taking a few bites, she simply put it down and stopped eating.
"Eat quickly, there is still something to eat here. I wonder if I want to eat human flesh if I go downstairs." The young man at the head showed his teeth and smiled, which was indescribably sinister.
The three words "eating human flesh" were like a gust of cold wind blowing through the shed, making all the people in the shed stand on end and no longer sweating.
"You, are you joking..." The young woman forced a smile.
The middle-aged man with a local accent said: "There was such a thing when there was a military disaster in the local area more than ten years ago. Dead human flesh was used as stuffing for steamed buns. Later, it was brought to the local Taizun. I heard that he was asked to be beheaded."
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The young woman showed a disgusted look, and then looked at the food on the table - they were all vegetarian, and there was probably no such thing as human flesh.
The group of people stopped talking and immersed themselves in eating. The young man in the lead looked outside the shed while eating, as if he was waiting for someone.
After the meal, another person came in from outside, but he was dressed like a small businessman. He looked around, but went straight to the two tables where the knights were sitting.
"Sorry to bother you," he said with a smile to the middle-aged man with a local accent, "It's so hot, thank you for your hard work, everyone."
The middle-aged man actually didn't care and let him sit down.
The waiter came to greet me, and the vendor smiled and said, "As long as you have a bowl of water, you don't need anything else."
The tea shop doesn't charge for a bowl of plain water, and of course the waiter doesn't have a good look on it. A large black bowl with thick glaze comes with a bowl of water. The vendor thanked him repeatedly and took out a black piece of water from his pocket.
The steamed buns are like mud, just eat them with water.&*.
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"Doing business outside in the hot summer? It's really hard work."
"A villain does not live a day without food," said the vendor.
"Yizhou is a dead land now. What kind of business are you doing here?" the middle-aged man sneered.
"Every little bit of business that seeks profit is made even if you talk about it, the old man will laugh." The merchant kept smiling, "I just relied on my legs to make a living." As he spoke, he drew a symbol on the table with his chopsticks.
The middle-aged man's eyes moved slightly and he glanced at the young man who was leading the way. The young man nodded. The middle-aged man immediately laughed and said, "It's just a meal, and I can't even take a sip of tea." He immediately picked up the teapot and gave it to him.
His bowl was filled with a bowl of tea.
"Thank you for the compliment, sir." The merchant smiled, picked up the tea bowl, drank the tea, finished the black steamed bread in three gulps, thanked him and got up.
The merchant walked along the official road for two or three miles, turned to the path beside the road, sat down in a small forest, picked up his straw hat to fan the wind. After a while, the group of knights resting in the tea shed also
Came following the trail.
Without answering for a moment, the merchant just led the way. He walked quickly and quickly led the knights to an ordinary farmyard. The door opened automatically without even calling the door.
The small courtyard is in an extremely secluded location, with woods on three sides and a river on one side. Beyond the woods is a vast field. It is completely invisible from the road. Once the green gauze tent is in place, it is almost completely submerged.
The knights entered the courtyard. Inside was a very ordinary farmhouse. Three low houses with thatched roofs. The courtyard walls were made of rammed earth. There were some wheat straw and farm tools scattered in the courtyard. A stone mill was in the courtyard.
The corner looks like it should be the home of an ordinary middle peasant, but it is not.
"Everyone, please come in," the merchant said after knocking lightly on the door of the house a few times.
As soon as I entered the house, I realized that these small houses looked like ruins on the outside, but they looked like wealthy homes on the inside. The so-called earthen walls, broken bricks and thatched roofs were just a deceptive trick on the outside.
The floor inside the house is lower than outside, so you don't feel depressed when you are in the house.
Not only is the decoration luxurious, but all kinds of furniture and furnishings are exquisite.
On the mahogany Eight Immortals table in the middle, two tables of delicacies have been prepared, and several maids are holding pots to serve them. What's even more amazing is that there are actually large pieces of ice placed in the middle of the room, steaming out, and a group of people are standing in the scorching sun.
When I came in, I immediately felt cool all over.
"It would be disrespectful to prepare a small amount of wine." The merchant said with a smile, "Please have some wine and food, and rest for a while. I will come to see you soon after you drink it." After that, he disappeared in a flash.
"Everyone, sit down," the young man at the head greeted everyone, looking more like a master than the host, "Come on, why don't you sit down, you're welcome, and eat. The dry pancakes we ate along the way made my teeth break. Come on, give them to everyone.
Pour the tea!”
The group of people sat down. The girl looked at the meat and vegetables on the table and couldn't help but hesitate for a while. The young man at the head laughed, picked up a piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth:
"Don't worry, this is the best yellow beef."
The middle-aged man whispered: "Is this how you eat?"
"It's okay," the young man nodded, "don't drink."
As they walked along, there was rough food along the way, which was just enough to satisfy their hunger. Now there was a table of delicious food in front of them, and everyone ate it with great enthusiasm. It was all cleaned up in a moment.
The dishes are certainly delicious, but to organize such a banquet in this disaster-stricken area thousands of miles away shows the master's skill and ability.
After the banquet was over, the vendors came quietly into the hall.
"The commander-in-chief has arrived and is waiting for you, sir."
"good."
"I'm sorry, I only see you sir..." the vendor said with a smile on his face, "Please forgive me, sir."
"Easy to say." The young man at the head nodded, "Let's lead the way."
The merchant took him to the door on the side, knocked on it, and pushed in. There was another elegant room inside. There were people waiting in the room. He was an unprepossessing man, about forty years old. There was something incomprehensible about his face,
The eerie and frightening aura is revealed.
Next to him is a maiden in red, carrying a long sword. There are eight big men on each side. They look like stars holding the moon.
"This is the Soul-Searching Sword Min Zhanlian." The vendor reported respectfully.
"Oh," the middle-aged man looked at the visitor, "I've heard his name for a long time."
Min Zhanlian nodded carelessly: "You're welcome." He didn't mean to be polite at all.
"Bold!" the girl in red scolded, "I've seen the venerable and yet I haven't seen him yet!"
Min Zhanlian showed off, took a seat in the guest seat, and said to the middle-aged man: "You want me to come this time, what exactly do you want me to do? What kind of god is this person?"
When the girl in red saw that the other party was her own, she immediately took a step forward, but was stopped by a look from the middle-aged man.
"Young man, you are very courageous. But there is only a thin line between courage and arrogance." The middle-aged man pretended to be calm and said, "Our religion is in the process of employing people, so I will not argue with you about petty issues."
Min Zhanlian put on an expression that he couldn't stand it, "Who do you want to kill, old man? It's useless just to talk about this, and it's hard for me to give you a quote, right? We work in this business, and time is money, so we can't chat with you.
.Please forgive me!"
There was anger in the eyes of the middle-aged man, but now was the time for him to hire someone - this Min Zhanlian was known as the soul-searching sword in the world, and he was a killer with a starting price of one hundred taels per life. His whereabouts were strange, and he had a lot of work on his hands.
It's not easy to invite him.
"That's the person." As soon as he signaled, someone sent a picture scroll.
On the scroll, the bust of Pirate Quanzi was drawn using line drawing.
"He is a Taoist priest."
"Yes, this man's surname is Zhang and his Buddhist name is Tuoquanzi." The middle-aged man said, "He comes from the south of the Yangtze River. But his accent is very strange. I don't know the specific origin."
Min Zhanlian nodded to express his understanding and asked:
"Where is this person?"
The middle-aged man told him about the Taoist temple where Pirates Quanzi settled.
"I have sent people to keep an eye on him. We can know his movements every day."
"Okay, let's talk business now," Min Zhanlian said.
"One hundred taels per life. I will pay one hundred taels."
"Humph, this is the lowest price. How much this man's life is worth will only be known after my people have seen it." Min Zhanlian chuckled, "Killing a farmer and killing a master of martial arts are both one hundred taels, how can I
Isn’t it a huge loss?”
"He is just a Taoist priest with some medical skills..."
"If it's so simple, why do you still invite me? Don't you have a few desperadoes who can kill people?" Min Zhanlian sneered. Those who come to him to spend money to buy people's lives are either too weak to do so.
Either he doesn't want to come forward, and the person being assassinated is never a simple person.
When traveling in the world, monks and Taoists are generally not easy targets to provoke. The other party has a lot of power in Lunan, and they have to go all the way to invite him to do something. This so-called Taoist Zhang is by no means an ordinary kind person.
"Okay, how much money do you want?"
"I said, I have to wait until my people have seen it before settling the matter." Min Zhanlian said, "However, from now on I will charge a fee."
"What? Are you going to charge money if things are not done?" The middle-aged man finally couldn't help asking.
"Of course, my men and horses also need to eat and drink, and they can't live in obedience." Min Zhanlian said, "Several of my brothers are masters with special abilities, and I must have their help when I do things. From now on,
Seven taels or three denarii per day. Calculated on a daily basis, one day is counted as a day.”