Jincheng is located in the northwest, not as tranquil and elegant as the south of the Yangtze River. Although it is summer, the long wind wrapped in gravel still hurts people's eyelids when it blows in the face. Zhu Yanyin bought a scarf from a street shop, and covered his head and face like the locals, leaving only a slit of his eyes, and asked in a muffled voice: "When can we see the miracle doctor?"
Zhao Mingchuan replied that they would have to wait another seven or eight days, or seventeen or eighteen days, or twenty-seven or twenty-eight days.
Zhu Yanyin: “…”
Zhao Ming said: "The whereabouts of Dr. Jiang are uncertain, but since he promised to come to the martial arts conference, he will definitely not break his promise. Jincheng is also very busy recently, so let's go sightseeing and relax."
As they were talking, another strong wind howled through the city. The bookstall nearby had no time to be cleaned up, and several pieces of paper were blown up and accurately covered the face of Master Zhu II.
"Ah!" Zhu Xiaosui quickly helped him pull it off. Looking at the green-faced and fanged thing on top, he said with disgust, "What a dirty thing."
"The latest portrait of the leader of the Demon Cult." The vendor came over to clean up the portrait and introduced it with a smile, "Would you like one?"
Zhu Yanyin was surprised: "This product can also be sold?"
Zhao Mingchuan explained: "The leader of the martial arts world has issued a martial arts order. Any information about Chi Tian can be exchanged for a large reward."
Chi Tian is the leader of the evil cult that everyone wants to attack this time. It is said that his kung fu is extremely high. However, the scope of his evil deeds is currently limited to the northeast. The people in the northwest have not had the opportunity to experience how cruel he is, so they are not too afraid. When they heard that the Wulin Alliance had a big reward, they asked about the appearance of the target person. Almost everyone rushed to get a portrait, fearing that they would not meet the leader of the evil cult and miss the opportunity to make a fortune.
At this time, the wind was strong again, and the vendors ran back to pick up the books that had fallen to the ground. Zhu Yanyin saw that he was wearing thin clothes and seemed to be living a hard life, so he asked the book boy to help him and instructed him, "Ask how much silver those books cost in total, and buy them back to the inn for me."
When Zhu Xiaosui heard this, his eyebrows immediately drooped. Why would he buy books if he had lost his memory? He reluctantly moved over, helped the vendor pack up the books, and asked like a wealthy family, "My son wants to buy some books for entertainment. Do you have any in stock?"
"Yes, yes, yes." The vendor was very enthusiastic. "What book would you like, sir?"
Zhu Xiaosui said: "Three tombs, five classics, eight ropes and nine hills."
The vendor looked bewildered.
Zhu Xiaosui had no choice but to ask again: "What about Gongyang Zhuan and Guliang Zhuan? They should be there, right?"
The vendor pointed at the basket and said, "No, these are all I sell."
All of them are related to martial arts, such as "The Ten Unsolved Mysteries of the Martial Arts World", "One Hundred Things a Young Man Must Know When He First Enters the Martial Arts World", and some sects' self-printed storybooks, such as "The Road to Success of the Leader of the Huangshan Sect: Others See Troubles, But I See Opportunities". In short, each book is more flashy than the last.
Zhu Xiaosui's hands were shaking as she paid the silver.
A martial arts conference was going to be held in the city, and there were martial artists everywhere. Zhu Yanyin didn't want to be alone in the inn, so he asked Zhao Mingchuan about some beautiful sights in Jincheng, planning to take a leisurely stroll and kill time.
Zhu Xiaosui was helping her son make the bed, feeling worried, wondering when Dr. Jiang would be able to enter Jincheng. Alas, people in the martial arts world are always rude and unreliable.
In Wanren Palace, Jiang Shenglin sneezed three or four times because of the scolding. His hands shook, and the image of the Demon Cult leader on the paper became darker and more distorted. He was about to scrap and redraw the picture, but Li Sui had already ordered: "Find a dozen more disciples to copy it, and send it to various bookstores as soon as possible."
Jiang Shenglin still had some conscience, and thought that this junk was not good enough to be used to cheat people out of money, so he suggested: "Why don't I modify it a little bit?"
Li Sui pulled out the rice paper and said, "It's not like I'm painting a portrait of your Jiang family ancestor, why do you have to be so detailed?"
Jiang Shenglin: “…”
Forget it, I won’t be angry. I won’t be angry even if others are angry. If I get sick from anger, no one can replace me.
The image of the leader of the Demon Cult in the hearts of the people of Jincheng is comparable to that of the Green-headed Evil Ghost, all thanks to the seven or eight bookstores set up by the Wanren Palace in the city. A few days ago, the Wulin League had just issued a large reward in the morning, and in the afternoon, Chi Tian's portrait was already all over the city. Every household rushed to grab it, and if they couldn't get it, they would fight. The sales were comparable to "The Ten Great Romance Stories of Jianghu".
Jiang Shenglin asked again: "When do you plan to leave for Snow City?"
"Next month." Li Sui said, "Please prescribe me a few more prescriptions in case I need them."
"I can prescribe medicine, but Chi Tian's Kung Fu is so high—" Jiang Shenglin said halfway, and seeing that Li Sui seemed unhappy, he changed the subject, "Even if you have deep internal strength and can beat seven or eight of them with one hand, you still have old injuries, so it's better to be careful."
"How to be careful?"
"Those people from the Wulin League are also going to Snow City, why not go with them?" Jiang Shenglin persuaded, "It's a good opportunity for those people in the martial arts world to broaden their horizons."
Li Sui picked up his sword, stood up and left the hall.
Jiang Shenglin looked at his back and sighed from the bottom of his heart.
…
In the afternoon, Mr. Zhu II took his little servant boy and strolled around Jincheng.
There were many people, cars, and horses on the road. Zhu Xiaosui was afraid when she saw the smoky and chaotic scene. What was she afraid of? She was afraid that her son would be reminded of his martial arts dream of seeing ghosts again. So she grabbed his sleeve tightly with one hand, muttering, "It's enough, let's go back."
"It's so stuffy in the room." Zhu Yanyin looked up at the shop sign in front of him and praised, "It's a good name. Let's go in and take a look."
Zhu Xiaosui complained when he heard this, "Niu Dafa Weapons Shop, what's so good about this name? If you want to see the big sword, just say so."
Zhu Yanyin walked in leisurely and pulled off the veil on his face. He was handsome and elegant, standing in the dark shop, and his whole body was written with "I was born rich". Several shop assistants rushed forward, surrounded this rich man, and rushed to introduce various treasures of the store.
Young Master Zhu was very interested and felt that all the weapons here had a mystery, so he turned to look at the servant and said, "Everyone is so enthusiastic, I should buy some, after all, I'm here already."
Zhu Xiaosui: I’m so angry that I’m going to die.
Zhu Yanyin picked some daggers and sleeve arrows with great interest, intending to take them home as gifts - or just display them for viewing. My elder brother always bought two kilograms of lotus root cakes when he went to Hecheng. This was a martial arts conference after all, right? So he sent Zhu Xiaosui to the back to pay the money, and continued to look around, looking around, and then he saw a sword.
A red-black iron sword.
Leaning against the corner of the wall, wrapped in the afterglow of sunset, every scratch seems to be filled with vicissitudes of life.
nice!
Buy it!
As soon as Li Sui lifted the door curtain, he saw a thief trying to steal his sword.
"… "
Zhu Yanyin had never learned martial arts or done any heavy work, so his arms were shaking and he had little strength. It was with great difficulty that he managed to lift the sword.
"call!"
Li Sui looked at him expressionlessly.
Zhu Yanyin was so focused on the sword that he didn't notice there was someone in the dark. He just wanted to go to a brighter place to admire it more carefully. When he stepped back, he didn't notice the pit on the ground, and he stumbled and fell into the arms of another person.
"Ah!" It was a young man in fine clothes holding a sword. He was knocked back two steps as soon as he entered the store. He hurriedly dodged and said in disgust, "Where did this rough and uncouth man come from?"
It was the first time that Mr. Zhu was called a rough and uncouth man. He was stunned and thought to himself, "Do you have bad eyesight? How can I call this rough and uncouth?" But then he thought again, after all, he bumped into someone first, so he was about to apologize. However, the other party had already walked past him with his servants and picked up the dagger on the cabinet.
"… "
Zhu Yanyin had no choice but to speak up: "Brother, I bought all these."
The man in brocade clothes looked him up and down, and said with contempt: "You can't even lift a sword, and you want to snatch this sword from me?"
When Zhu Yanyin heard this randomly made-up name, he began to have a headache, and he even gave up the knife because it was too vulgar. At this time, Zhu Xiaosui happened to come out with his partner. Hearing that others looked down on his son, he felt dissatisfied, so he pointed and said loudly: "These are all the ones who have just paid for them. Pack them all up."
The waiter smiled apologetically and tried to take the things away, but the man in brocade clothes refused and threw the sword on the cabinet with a clang: "What do you want? I want it."
"Hey, you—" Zhu Xiaosui wanted to step forward to argue, but was stopped by Zhu Yanyin, who gently advised: "You have paid the silver, but what if this brother is willing to pay double? Can we still stop the shopkeeper from making money?"
The shop assistants were hoping that the two customers would negotiate the issue themselves, so no one said anything and they all just stood there.
The man in brocade clothes glanced at the daggers and hidden weapons, and said, "I'll pay double."
Zhu Yanyin said: "I'll pay three times as much."
"You!" The veins between the brocade-clothed man's eyebrows throbbed.
Zhu Yanyin explained: "In business, the highest bidder wins."
Being stared at by a room full of people, the man in brocade clothes couldn't save face and gritted his teeth: "I'll pay four times as much."
"Five times."
“… six times!”
"Good!" Zhu Yanyin suddenly began to applaud enthusiastically.
The guy was stunned for a moment, then started clapping.
Crackling.
It's very lively.
The man in brocade clothes: “…”
His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and it seemed that he was swallowing back the fart.
I wish the second young master is rich. He picked out good things before. Six times the price is not a small amount. Although the clerk accepted the money from the man in brocade clothes, he was not very happy. He thought that he would definitely send someone to ask for it back in a while. Otherwise, who would bear the loss of this anger? Just take it, just don't smash the store in anger.
Then Zhu Yanyin asked again: "Brother, you are so generous and magnanimous, I wonder which sect you are from?"
The man in brocade clothes didn't want to pay attention.
But there was a fool among the servants: "My master is the eldest master of the Canglang Gang!"
The man in brocade clothes felt a dislocation in his teeth and a suffocation in his chest, and the new energy of the new year was all over his body.
As expected, Zhu Yanyin immediately said to Zhu Xiaosui with emotion: "So you are the eldest young master of the Canglang Gang. No wonder you spend so much money. You and I are new to the martial arts world, and today we have gained some experience."
His voice was loud and clear, like a cicada, which made the man in brocade clothes even more upset, so he simply left the shop. Zhu Yanyin glanced outside, and Zhu Xiaosui understood what he meant, and immediately chased him out and shouted at the door of the shop: "The eldest master of the Canglang Gang spent a lot of money and paid six times the silver to buy the Floating Sky, the Sea, the Distant Mountains, the Empty Rain, the Dreaming Sword. It's really enviable!"
The common people on the street didn't quite understand what was said. They only heard six times the amount of silver and thought that this extravagant young master had bought a remarkable treasure. They started to make a fuss and sigh, saying that the rich man was extraordinary and they were envious.
Zhu Yanyin said: "He probably won't come back to ask for it back now."
"Yes, yes." The waiter nodded, "Then is there anything else you want to buy, sir?"
"I want this sword." Zhu Yanyin pointed at the ground, "Send it directly to the inn."
The man stretched his neck to take a look, and his face turned pale with fear. Isn't this the sword of my palace master? Why is it here
"This one is not for sale, sir, you should change it!"
Zhu Yanyin was puzzled: "Why not sell it?"
The clerk trotted out of the counter and took the sword back to the cabinet and put it away: "This is also a guest's. I'll keep it here for now."
Zhu Yanyin was surprised: "You can actually lift it?"
Man: “…I’m a blacksmith, so I’m very strong.”
Zhu Yanyin responded, feeling quite regretful, because he really liked the sword. He then told his clerk in detail, asking him to ask the customer if he wanted to sell it, or to find out where he bought the sword.
The clerk followed suit and finally sent the two away. He stopped doing business and hurriedly put up the door. He wanted to take the sword to the backyard to return it to the Palace Master, but there was no trace of the black sword in the cabinet. When he looked up again, there was only a black shadow passing by, so fast that it was almost as fast as the wind. He quickly knelt on one knee, and cold sweat broke out on his back: "I respectfully send the Palace Master off."