beg for chivalry

【Volume [-] The Four Seas Are in the Same Boat】

A strange man came to Linshui Restaurant.

He was wearing a battered mat hat, half of his face was hidden in the shadows, only his stubbled chin and unkempt hair could be seen.Under the rattan cloak is a black dress, with a red cloth wrapped around a large wooden adze around the waist, and wooden veneers curled up on the blunt blade.The red cloth is the bellyband of the torn woman, and the peacock's golden emerald tail shines in the stain.

He was still wearing a flower-eating ghost mask wrapped around his waist, the waiter wanted to stop him at first, but after seeing the ghost mask, he was so frightened that he was scared out of his wits, so he didn't dare to pay any more attention.

The man stayed in the wine shop for three days. On the first day, he crossed his legs on the bench, poured wine on the surface one jar after another, made jokes with the warblers, and threw clay pots and bowls on the ground.On the second day, he lay on the table, slept in the leftovers, and babbled nonsense, with the mat hat covering his face and singing some ditties.On the third day he was motionless, like a dead body.

No one dared to look at him.One is fear, fear of the evil spirits in Houtianlou.The second is dirty. This man is full of food and drink, but he is too lazy to move like a dead pig. All his feces and urine are leaked in his crotch, which is mixed with the smell of mud and sweat on his body, giving off a stench.The waiters didn't dare to chase him away, and the visitors didn't even dare to step through the threshold, so the restaurant was empty, and he was the only one left sleeping soundly.

On the fourth day, a person came.

Others are afraid to avoid the murderer in Houtianlou, but that person is not afraid.Not only was he not afraid, the man even pulled a bench and sat beside the man.

The person came and said, "I want to hear your story."

The man opened his eyes, and there was a scholar in a green cloth shirt sitting in front of him. He was born weak, his face was plain like paper, his hands were like chopsticks, and he seemed to have no strength to even lift a pen.

The man spoke, his voice was hoarse as if he had been soaked in a wine tank: "...I have no story. It has nothing to do with you, a sour scholar."

The scholar said: "I found 27 people on Xijing Street, and they told me [-] stories. Everyone has a story, and there are more than one. It's not that you don't have one, but you don't want to tell me."

The man said: "You should know that I am from Houtianlou."

The scholar said: "Yes, that's why I came to you. Because the assassins in Houtianlou always have tragic stories, and the stories of people with blood on their hands are always more exciting than ordinary people."

The man smiled, his mouth parted in the shadows. "Before asking for help, you always have to report your family name."

The scholar said solemnly, "Pengmen knows everything."

"You're really arrogant, dare to say you know everything?" The man snorted disdainfully, and put his hands behind his head carelessly.

"No," said the scholar, "my surname is Wan, and I know things well. This is the name given by my parents. But it can be said to be well-versed in everything. Have you ever heard of 'Jiang Hu Bang'?"

"Are you fooling me? Who doesn't know the list of people who are in the Jianghu?" The man picked the vegetable dregs between his teeth with wood chips, and said angrily, "I didn't get along well even if I squeezed my head, but look at a group of chickens." The geese fight back and forth all day long, which is quite satisfying. What are you talking about?"

Know-it-all said: "I didn't create this list, but I wrote it."

The man stopped catching lice on his body.He slowly raised his eyes to look at the frail scholar in front of him, the corners of his mouth were raised more and more, revealing his sharp white teeth.

"I recognize you." He looked at the scholar with a strange air, "Mr. Wan, who is known as 'everyone knows everything in the world, and everyone knows good and evil'. He can turn clouds and rain with a single word of mouth, and tell right and wrong. He is indeed a noble man."

Know-it-all: "I don't tell lies, I only tell the truth, and I don't make mistakes. Wan is not a noble person. He usually just writes anecdotes about the world in exchange for some money. He is still poor."

The man murmured: "But everyone will believe your words, your pen is worth thousands of guns, and your words are worth ten thousand thunders."

He looks at know-it-all.This scholar's eyes are black and bright, he only moves his mouth when he speaks, the rest of his face is as dull as a carved object.Sitting like a bronze bell, the wind is idle and the clouds are light.

The man stared at him for a while, clicked his tongue, and suddenly asked, "Aren't you tired?"

Wanshitong didn't move at all, but there was a trace of confusion in his eyes, and he asked after a long time, "Tired?"

"I keep a straight face all day long, like a dummy. I'm tired of seeing it." The man stretched out his rough fingers to hang on his face, and made an ugly smile. "Smile, I have a creed, laugh when you are happy, and don't cry when you are sad. This is what I taught my little boy. If he doesn't smile, I will give him a punch. The more he cries, the harder I hit him. Ruthless. Sometimes my heart is sad, as long as I smile, everything is easy."

Know-it-all blinked. "If Wan Mou laughed, others would feel frivolous, and would be called a know-it-all." He lowered his eyes and whispered, "Wan Mou's reputation is the most important, whether it is others or himself."

"Really, boring." The man turned over as if discouraged.

"From what your Excellency just said, it seems that you already have a family?"

The man lazily said, "If you say yes, it's yes, if you don't, it's no. I haven't seen my wife for ten years. There is also a cub who eats idle food by his side. He is as stupid as a pig and has a bad temper. He abandoned his father a few years ago and ran away. .”

His hand touched the wine beside him, but he found an empty jar.So the man threw it away in disappointment, and said. "It's really strange to think about it. You said that a big man has no wife. It's strange to drag him on the road with shit and pee. My brother asked me where you got the child, and I said his mother, Picked it up from the trash, could it be that it popped out of the fart/eye?"

Passepartout listened in silence.He originally thought that the Houtianlou Assassin should have nothing to do with these vulgar things, but he didn't expect that this person was no different from ordinary people.

Although the man's mouth was derogatory, his eyes were full of tenderness, and he was cursing, but he was worried about it in his heart.Wanshitong has seen hundreds of resolute heroes, no matter who they are, they are like sharp knives out of their sheaths, but once they drag their families, their sharpness gradually fades away, and their love is like a lock, binding their steps towards the mountain of swords.

"May I ask your honorable name?"

Wan Shitong waited for a long time before he heard the man speak weakly. "The surname is Tu."

"earth?"

This surname is rare, and the scholar has only heard of people with this surname among the Hui people, but the man's face looks like a Han Chinese.

"Houtianlou Tube, Tuyi."

Wanshitong opened his eyes slightly, slightly surprised. "The head of the Tube?" Among the five sections of Houtianlou, Tube is the most cunning and ingenious. This man looks down and dirty, but he is actually a dignified figure.

Tu Yi waved his hand feebly, "I usually smear mud on the wooden shelves in the Guanyin Pavilion, make mud with glutinous rice and dolomite, and repair a few small stools in my free time, which is different from those people who fight and kill in the Ministry of Finance. But now is an exception." He turned his head to look at the everything channel: "What do you think I am doing here?"

The scholar shook his head. "Wan doesn't dare to speculate, speculation is the beginning of rumors, and Wan can't tell lies."

"You're fucking cowardly. I'm afraid of this and that. Will you die if you tell a lie? I've told more lies than you've ever eaten. Bah, I don't care if you drink water all the time. Porridge and rice soup." Tu Yi said, "Say it to scare you, I'm here to kill."

Jack-of-all-trades doesn't look intimidated.

Tu Yidao: "Are you afraid? I'm here to kill, maybe you're the one to kill." He thought for a while, then spat on the side. "I'll do it. I'm the one who's afraid of it. I've only repaired a bench and hammered nails. Now I want to cut off the head. It seems that all the people in the Ministry of Finance are dead."

"That's not necessarily the case." The look of astonishment lasted only a moment, and Wanshitong became dull and calm again. "To be honest, since Wan has the ability to write Jianghu rankings, he has naturally seen some turbulent waves, and life and death have long been ignored. Not to mention the masters of Kyushu, even the number one in the world has met face to face."

"No. [-] in the world..." The man was thoughtful, holding chopsticks in his hand, stirring the leftovers in the plate.

"Northwest Tianshan Gate, jade seeks flaws."

Tu Yi suddenly felt a little irritable, "Everyone knows that I cheated on your mother." He picked up a sauce dish, licked the sauce, and shook it away when he saw that it had no taste. "I'm not even on the Jianghu rankings. You can help me write a place. If I don't come up, I'll be in the [-]th place. Then I will tell you stories."

Know-it-all shook his head stubbornly. "Wan does not tell lies or write false words."

"Hey, it's kind of professional ethics." Tu Yi said, he thought for a while. "Well, I can tell my own story, but there are conditions."

"If it's money, Wan will be rewarded." The scholar took out a peach purse from his sleeve cuff, which was heavy, and seemed to contain a lot of broken silver.He untied it, glanced at it, and asked, "How much do you want?"

Before the words fell, he only felt a lightness in his hand.It turned out that Tu Yi had picked up the purse with his chopsticks at some point, and said with a grin, "...I want them all."

Wanshitong thought that he might not even have to worry about the way back, but he remained calm and said after a moment of silence. "Then Your Excellency..."

Tu Yi put a finger in front of his lips: "Shh, there is one more condition. I said there are conditions, but I didn't say how many there are."

"Wan is not a god, if there are more than a hundred conditions, then he will definitely not be able to do it." All things are said.

"Don't worry, only you, a poor scholar, can do it." Tu Yi dug his ears. "If you want me to tell a story, you have to exchange it for the story."

"Whose anecdote would you like to hear, Your Excellency?"

Soil said. "Jade seeks flaws. I don't want those things made up by outside storytellers. If you tell them something important, I will use chopsticks to plant seedlings in your nostrils."

"Wan Mou tries his best." Wan Shitong nodded.Many people often exchange stories with him, in order to learn the secrets of the world, so as to threaten and get close to someone, so the man's request is quite reasonable.

Strange to say, the matter of jade seeking flaws has always been seldom asked.Maybe it's because this person's martial arts are so strong that no one dares to take his place as the number one in the world, or maybe it's because he's as ethereal as a mirror in water, and everyone doesn't believe how many stories he can pour out.But Wanshitong has seen Yu Qiuxia, and knows a secret that almost no one in the world knows.

"There's one more condition." Tu Yi rascal said.

"…………Speaking."

"Find me a pillow, just stuff some hay in it. I've been lying here for three days, and I'm so sick."

The man shook his neck, a sly light flashed in his eyes. "...because your story may be very, very long."

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The whole volume is equivalent to a side story...no abuse (memory! past tense)

As for why this paragraph is written, because it is an important chapter in the full text, it belongs to the "puzzle solving" part, by the way, adjust your mood (study is too heavy, writing is too difficult.