I lived two hundred years

Chapter 415 The Dock
Shen Lang soon realized that he was thinking too much.

"I can tell you where Mr. Wan is, but you must give me some of this."

The little boy rubbed his fingers with an expression that everyone understood.

That's not something anyone related to the old man would do.

You must know that the old man really hates Aduwu.

"Are these enough?"

Shen Lang casually took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket and put them in the little boy's palm.

The little boy's eyes were shining, staring at the stack of pink banknotes.

Although he didn't count, he could estimate the thickness of the stack of banknotes based on his experience.

There are definitely more than twenty of them.

"These guys are really rich. I don't know what the origin of old man Wan is, and all the people who come and go are people like this."

The little boy was thinking, weighed the money in his hand, and was about to put it away, when suddenly, a thought rose in his heart, making him stop.

"This amount of money is not enough."

"is it?"

Shen Lang raised his eyebrows, grabbed a handful of banknotes from his pocket, and stuffed them into the little boy's hand.

The little boy's eyes were shining, looking at the red bills in his hand, the corners of his mouth were almost drooling.

"Don't be too greedy. Be careful if you have your life, you can't spend your life."

Seeing that the little boy's eyes were wrong, Shen Lang snorted coldly, threatening slightly.

The little boy was startled, quickly put away the money, nodded and bowed to Shen Lang, and said, "Brother, don't say something so scary about what you love and what I want. Mr. Wan took a couple of men and women and went out to sea by boat last night."

"Where did they go?"

The little boy's eyes flickered for a while, but when he thought of Shen Lang's words just now, he lost his mind again.

He was just an ordinary street gangster. Because of his young age and low level, no one cared about him. If he was killed casually, no one would avenge him.

These rich people can do anything, just take the opportunity to make some money, if it is too much, there is no reason to die.

"I heard from the crew of that ship that they went to 'Dragon Scale Island'."

Shen Lang nodded, and then asked: "Which people have asked you about their news before?"

Hearing this, the little boy shook his head and said, "One size fits one size. I can't tell you about this."

"How about this?" Shen Lang said, and escaped with another stack of banknotes, stuffing them into the little boy's pocket.

The little boy's hands were already stuffed with banknotes, and he couldn't put them down at all.

Under the money offensive, the little boy fell quickly and revealed the information of the previous visitor.

After thinking for a while, Shen Lang recognized the person coming.

There were two groups of people before Shen Lang.

Those who came first were the people from the Dragon Valley, and then the people from the decision-making bureau.

These two groups of people happened to be acquaintances of Shen Lang.

Three people came from Juelong Valley, namely Seven Defeat Sword Master, Chi Ni Sword, and Zi Mirage Sword.

Four people came from the decision-making bureau, namely Shi Long, Xu Xianghe, Shui Fu, and Nanji.

"The people from Juelong Valley are here for the White Crane Sword. Why are the people from the decision-making bureau here to join in the fun? Are they also interested in that?"

Shen Lang thought, ignored the little boy and left alone.

The little boy watched Shen Lang leave, looked around carefully, and ran away while the others were not paying attention.

Although he sensed the business opportunity, he never expected to get so much money.

If you don't hide them quickly, they will be snatched by street thugs who get the word.

He had to hide the money before everyone could react.

Turning and turning, he finally stopped in a remote alley, and was about to sort out his booty, but suddenly realized that the feeling in his hand was not right.

He took a closer look and immediately uttered a cry of surprise.

Those red notes that he held tightly turned into a pile of leaves in a blink of an eye.

He repeated the confirmation several times in disbelief, and suddenly thought of something, threw these leaves away, and took out another pile of leaves from his pocket.

For a moment, he felt as if he had been covered with a stick and hit him, his head was dizzy, and he fell to the ground.

After a while, his eyes suddenly widened, and he hurried to a big tree, regardless of the pain in his hands, he scraped away all the dirt and dug out a small box.

With apprehension, the little boy opened the small box.

"Fortunately, it's true."

With an exclamation, the little boy lay on the ground, still in shock.

It was also thanks to his good health that in a short period of time, he experienced several emotional ups and downs. If his heart was not good, he would have died long ago.

Seaside City, the pier.

Shen Lang unexpectedly saw several acquaintances.

"Junior Sister, I stopped you yesterday and didn't let you give all the money to that child. Now it's all over, and I don't even have money for the boat ride. How are we going to find Senior Brother Bai Hejian?"

Chi Nijian looked helplessly at Ziyanjian who was full of grievances.

The brainless fan of the Sky Meteor Sword who once challenged Shen Lang said dissatisfied: "The money is of no use to us. That little boy is so pitiful, why not give it to him? It was an accident that he couldn't get on the boat. This is force majeure."

"Then why are we waiting here now?" Chi Nijian was talking, when he saw Shen Lang, he quickly shut his mouth.

As a disciple of Juelong Valley, it's really embarrassing to have no money to take a boat.

Shen Lang smiled at him, skipped the Purple Mirage Sword, and looked at the Seven Defeated Sword Master.

Seven Defeated Sword Master smiled and nodded, and asked, "Why did you come to Seaside City?"

"I have something to ask Old Man Wan." Shen Lang looked at the listening boat at the pier and asked, "Why do you stay here?"

Not to mention the master of the Seven Defeated Sword Master, the Red Ni Sword and the Purple Mirage Sword are also at the pinnacle of alchemy. Flying to the sky and escaping the ground is nothing more than a leisurely move. If you want to go to Longlin Island, you can just fly directly. Why stick to taking a boat?
"If you don't know, don't talk nonsense. The Eternal Corpse Saint doesn't know what to think, but actually cast a spell to cover up the Dragon Scale Island. There is no way to go there except by boat." The Purple Mirage Sword seemed to be at odds with Shen Lang, and his tone was not kind. road.

"Sword Master, how do you Juelong Valley deal with disciples who are not good at things?" Shen Lang looked at Seven Defeated Sword Master with a half-smile.

The seven-defeated sword master shook his head and said: "I acquiesced in Zi Mirage's giving of money. This matter is not her responsibility alone. I didn't expect that we would be trapped by money one day."

"Based on your methods, are you still trapped by money?" Shen Lang asked strangely.

The Seven Defeated Sword Master said: "Practitioners should not use mana for profit."

Shen Lang suddenly realized.

It turns out that the Sword Master of Seven Defeats is a stickler among practitioners.

The conscientious faction here is not an organization, but a kind of ideological identity.

The Conservative School believes that practitioners should abide by the rules when contacting ordinary people, never use a trace of extraordinary power, and not cause additional influence on ordinary people.

Because the observance rules of the Conservative faction are too strict, the number of them has always been very small, and they are rarely seen at ordinary times.

Shen Lang also saw it today.

As disciples of Chi Ni Sword and Purple Mirage Sword, they naturally couldn't doubt the thoughts of the Seven Defeated Sword Master.

They came to find the Eternal Corpse Saint mainly to welcome Baihejian's corpse back, they were not in a hurry, and they didn't miss the time spent at the pier.

(End of this chapter)