Asking hexagram 20 taels

(twelve)

The streets of Yulin Xiaocheng were empty, and the wind blew across the street, rolling some grass leaves and knocking on the closed shop doors beside the street.

Wang Chengqian took the foreigner wrapped in a blue cloth and dragged him to the door of the shop step by step.He has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and he has great strength. Carrying a person is like carrying a package.What's more, this person had been sleeping in the open for many days, running away in a panic all day long. He was as thin as a hemp stick. He was dragged on the ground by Wang Chengqian, and a cloud of dust rose up behind him.

This store is the one that Wang Chengqian left just now. The owner of the store is hunched over in front of the door, looking out furtively through the small gap between the two doors.

With a bang, Wang Chengqian threw the foreigner against the door and shouted inside: "Shopkeeper, the man from Wuwei Pavilion is dead. You don't have to be afraid anymore!"

The shopkeeper's neck stretched out like a roast duck hanging from an oven, and his head almost stuck out through the crack of the door.Hearing Wang Chengqian say that the person in Wuwei Pavilion was dead, he was startled at first, his eyes widened in disbelief, and then he was overjoyed, his eyes lit up suddenly.Only then did he straighten his back, remove the wooden board on the door, and open the door for him.

The door opened inward, and as soon as the door was opened, the person who was thrown by the door by Wang Chengqian slipped in and lay limp on the ground.The blue turban on his head was also scattered on the ground, revealing a particularly conspicuous yellow hair.

"Ouch, what is this?" the shopkeeper exclaimed.

"I just picked it up outside the city, and I fainted outside the city." Wang Chengqian picked up the man and carried him into the store.

The shopkeeper faltered behind him, "Guest officer... this... our store doesn't accept such people."

Wang Chengqian didn't say anything else, but with a flick of his wrist, a shiny silver sword appeared at his waist, scaring the shopkeeper so much that he stood still and didn't dare to move.He glanced at the shopkeeper who stayed where he was, and nodded with satisfaction. When he passed by the counter, he casually put a piece of silver on it.The shopkeeper from behind followed, and couldn't move his eyes when he saw the ingot of silver.

A full 30 taels.This is enough for a small city family to spend for a year.

He had never seen such a generous clientele, usually the residents of small towns, it cannot be said that there were no wealthy families, but he had never given money so generously.This is even more so for those passers-by from the rivers and lakes. They all eat and sleep in the open, and they all have a sour smell on their bodies, and they will throw tables and fight at every turn.

Where did this come from, the son of a gangster?

Now he doesn't care about any foreigners from the Central Plains. He is a businessman, and all the people who come here are customers.If it is not a customer, it can only mean that the money given is not enough.

Just as he was holding a 30-meter portrait and a treasure, Wang Chengqian carried the man to the guest room on the second floor.

"Wow." Wang Chengqian was really impatient with strangers, so he poured a cup of herbal tea on it.

The yellow-haired foreigner woke up slowly, and when he opened his eyes, there was still panic in his eyes, especially when he saw Wang Chengqian, the panic was even worse.

This man killed a dozen people with one sword strike, and he showed no mercy for the weak, so he knocked him unconscious with one blow.Wouldn't it be a bad thing to fall into his hands?

"Let me ask you, what is your name? Where did you come from?" Wang Chengqian put his sword across the table and interrogated him like a prisoner.

The yellow hair trembled all over, and it was obvious that he didn't want to say it, but because of the threat of the sword, he opened his mouth and said, "My name is Zhao En."

His accent was very strange and slurred.But he is very familiar with the Central Plains dialect, and Wang Chengqian can still hear a strong Luoyang accent, as if a native Luoyang person could speak.Ordinary foreigners can't understand the Central Plains dialect, let alone the somewhat sloppy words like "surname and name", but he understood it and gave an answer, even though the name sounded a bit strange.

"What's your name? Zhao En? That's a good name, why are you so vague?" Wang Chenggan sat in a dazed manner, seemingly defenseless, but even this foreigner named Zhao En could tell, Wang Chenggan was on guard against him.Every nerve of his was tense, his flesh and bones were tense, and he could pick up his sword and chop Zhao En to death at any time, "Where did you come from?"

"Central Plains."

"Do you think I don't know that you came here from the Central Plains? I'm asking about your hometown, where you were born, and who you are loyal to."

Zhao En stopped talking, no matter what Wang Chengqian asked, he couldn't pry his mouth open.

This person seems to have received extremely strict training. If you ask him what he doesn't want to say, even with a sword around his neck, it is difficult to get him to speak.

Wang Chengqian was so angry that he just wanted to cut him off with a sword to vent his anger, but he couldn't do it.

Because he still has something else to ask.

Wang Chengqian took out the chapter that he had collected from him, pinched the end with the word "Fu" and shook it in front of his eyes: "Where did you get it?"

Zhao En finally spoke this time, and he said, "Luoyang."

"How did it get into your hands?"

"Pick it up."

"Picked it?" Wang Chengqian slammed the table, walked around the table and walked in front of him, and brought the blessing and misfortune badge in front of him for him to see, "Do you know what this is? Can you just pick one up?"

Zhao En's face was distorted by being squeezed by him with the lucky badge, and he could only avoid him by leaning back hard.Wang Chengqian saw that he didn't speak and didn't force him any more. In fact, he was very excited now, so excited that he couldn't care about anything else.

Holding the seal of blessings and misfortunes in his hand, he stood in front of the table with his hands behind his back, sighed, and said, "This is the chapter of blessings and misfortunes. It is the most charming thing in the world."

What is the chapter of blessings and misfortunes?

If you ask ordinary Jianghu people, Jianghu people can hold you like a storyteller and tell you the legend of a day and a night.But if you ask someone like Wang Chengqian who has been exposed to some secrets early, he will stare you in the eyes and tell you that there is no such thing in this world.

why?

Because they are afraid.They were afraid that one more person would know about this, so one more person would compete with them for this peerless treasure.

The chapter of blessings and misfortunes, rumored to be a fetish that can live to the death of human flesh and bones, and break the blessings and misfortunes of human beings.

But in the eyes of some people, the blessing and misfortune chapter is something that "has the ability to change the world, but also has the earth-shaking disaster". It has no effect of living the dead, but it is more fascinating than this.

Saving the dead, there are not many people in this world who are obsessed with saving people.

But what about driving the living?

Everyone in this world, every ambitious person is willing and willing to do it, holds the greatest power in the world, and enjoys the most respected status in the world.

Quanquan is really a more mellow wine than Nurhong, which makes people unwilling to come out after being drunk in it.

Holding the badge of fortune and misfortune in his hand, Wang Chengqian didn't even want to take any weird medicine anymore. Isn't it just a burst of unbearable itching, and he passed it.

At this time, someone knocked on the door suddenly, Wang Chengqian opened the door and saw that it was the innkeeper.It's just strange that an old man followed behind the shopkeeper.

"This is our patriarch. If the guest officer is looking for something, just ask him." The shopkeeper who took the money became extremely enthusiastic, and changed his previous appearance of being very repulsive to Wang Chengqian.

Wang Chengqian looked up and down at this old man who was said to be the patriarch. He could be called a childlike face with white hair and a long beard. He was matched with a strange robe, like a godly stick.There were a few drops of blood on the corner of the white robe, not from splashes, but from squatting in a pool of blood.

He thought that the dozen or so people he had killed hadn't had time to collect their bodies, and the smile on his face suddenly tightened: "Then invite the patriarch to come in."

After the patriarch followed in, it took a long time to come out.When he came out of Wang Chenggan's room, his face was pale, and his beard and hair seemed to have lost their luster before. He didn't know what he had talked with Wang Chenggan.Seeing the face of the patriarch, the shopkeeper also felt that something was wrong, and asked the patriarch a few words, but there was no result.In the end, he secretly said to Wang Chengqian's guest room that people from the Central Plains would indeed bring disaster.

Fortunately, Wang Chengqian took Zhao En away the next day.He asked the patriarch what the medicine said to "grow under the white clouds" was.

Sure enough, it was Shen Duan's style, which was reasonable but unexpected.

The medicine is a kind of red fruit that grows all over the mountains and plains, and the local people call it "Chi Zhu".Chizhu likes to be cloudy and rainy, so it is called "growing under white clouds".The medicine that Shen Duan gave him was ground into powder from a kind of grass that grows under the "red bead". Since the red bead grows on this grass, it can naturally overcome this poison.

The antidote was not difficult to find, but the difficulty was that the Chizhu had to be taken off and taken on the same day, so he had to work hard for him to go to the border town himself.

Zhao En was very quiet and honest along the way, so honest that Wang Chengqian felt that he was walking with a piece of wood.

"I said, Zhao En, you are not from my court, are you? It seems that you are not a Tatar either."

"Ah."

"Where did you want to escape to?"

Zhao En stopped talking again, he seemed to be very sensitive to words like "hometown", and would keep silent whenever he encountered such a problem.It probably also has something to do with him being very afraid of Wang Chengqian, after all Wang Chengqian is still tied his hands with a rope right now.

"Don't hate me so much. Do you know that you can't help yourself in the Jianghu? When I tie you back to Bafeng Villa and ask how you got the blessing and misfortune, I can release you. ——If you were still alive at that time if."

"Are you from Bafeng Villa?" Zhao En suddenly raised his head, staring at him with burning eyes.Only then did Wang Chengqian realize that Zhao En's eyes were very different from those of the people from the Central Plains. They were amber-like and looked very good against the sun, like an alert cat.

"What? Heard of it?"

"Falling for fame! Dressed like a beast!"

These eight words made Wang Chengqian feel ashamed and angry, "You are a foreign devil, the Central Plains language is pretty good." Of course Wang Chengqian knew why Zhao En said that.After the accident of the third elder, everyone in the world respected and stayed away from Bafeng Villa, and naturally some radicals yelled at the lintel of Bafeng Villa.

"You—" When Wang Chengqian wanted to speak again, his eyes widened as if he saw something, and he dragged Zhao En to run wildly in the forest.

You can't admit it wrong, it is arrow light, and it is an arrow array.

An order came faintly from a distance: "Shoot the arrow!"

There are arrows whistling all around, even if Wang Chengqian holds a famous sword, it is difficult to block the rain of arrows, he can only drag Zhao En and fight and retreat: "Run up the mountain, wait--"

His voice stopped suddenly, and he looked at his chest in amazement, it was Liu Ya released from the opposite side.He shouldn't have hit this arrow, it was just because someone pushed him from behind.

"Zhao En, you, okay. Your good name is really useless, repaying kindness with resentment?"

"You have nothing to do with me." Zhao En gave him a serious look, then with all his strength, he pulled the rope out of his hand and kicked him off the cliff.

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It's too late, I forgot about posting today.I hope everyone can leave a message and save it. If there are any typos, just point them out. I found a lot of typos when I edited the text. It’s so shameful (*￣︶￣)