A Beginner's Guide to Magic

Torrential rain.

The young man was lying in an inconspicuous corner of the alley, with half of his face stuck to the ground, and the rain had a fresh earthy smell, drifting away vaguely.

There is already a curfew at this time, and there are not many people in this place during the day, so it would not be strange for someone to lie on the ground.

He was wearing tattered clothes, a cloak made of straw, and a bamboo hat tightly protecting his chest. He remained motionless for a long time, making one wonder if it was just a pile of straw.

He is listening.

The vibration of the ground was getting closer and closer, and the dense sound of horseshoes hit his heart like a drumbeat.At such moments, he always tends to shake his hands, perhaps because of a disturbed conscience, or because of emotional agitation.

The sound of the horse neighing was heard, and he jumped up from the ground, at a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye, he sealed the leader's throat with a sword, and blood splashed all over his body.

When the other riders saw it, they all turned pale with fright, and one of them was about to retreat in a panic, but was cut off the horse by the young man with quick eyesight and hands.

The pouring rain made people blinded, and the few people on the horse didn't even see the true face of the young man, so they hurriedly turned the horse's head.

They didn't expect that the speed of the young man would not be seen clearly at all. In just a short moment, the red-handled sword in his hand pierced the hearts of several people again.

"Who sent you! Who are you!"

The face of the only remaining person was covered with water stains, and he didn't know whether it was tears or rain. He tremblingly grasped the rein, forgetting even his instincts, and stared at the young man in front of him who looked like Yama descended into the world.

The young man didn't speak, and quickly stepped forward and pulled the man's trouser legs, dragging him into the mud, the silk and satin were stained with plaster, a bit reckless.

The man's eyes were wide open, but he couldn't see the young man's face clearly. He passed countless possibilities in his mind one by one, and still couldn't figure out why there was such a calamity of life and death today.

At this moment, the young man looked to both sides to make sure that there was no one around, so he tore off the crudely made veil, and a face that could only be regarded as pleasing to the eye shone into the eyes of the servant.

He stepped on the man's chest, wiped the blood off the sword with his sleeve, and then seriously gestured at him with the sword, as if he was considering which method of death was more suitable for him.

The dying man almost went crazy with fright, his pale face was full of fear: "Who is your employer! How much did you pay? I will give you money! I have money, I have a lot of money! Don't kill me!" I……"

When the young man heard the word "Qian", he was obviously in a daze for a while. He poked his sword heavily on the ground, hung the sleeve of the man on the ground, and took two steps hesitantly.

"Mistake." Not long after, the young man concluded.

The man on the ground struggled to sit up, pulled all the gold and silver jewelry off his body, thought he had escaped from the tiger's mouth, so he tentatively asked cautiously: "What?"

The young man turned his head to him, with a stiff smile, like Yan Luo from the [-]th floor of hell: "Now that I see my face, I can't let you go, it's a mistake."

Without waiting for the people on the ground to say anything else, the young man said to himself: "If it blinds you, it's not appropriate to let you go."

The people on the ground were shaking like chaff, and couldn't make up a complete sentence for a long time.

The young man's voice was still low, but to the ears of the people on the ground, it sounded like the killer star of Senluo Hell.

"I know how hard life is for the blind, so... I'll give you a ride."

As soon as the words fell, the head of the person on the ground fell to the ground and rolled away a long way.

The young man stared blankly at the corpses on the ground, and then wiped the sword clean with the man's sleeve.Cut off the heads of several people, put them in rag pockets, and then tore off all the gold and silver jewelry on their bodies and put them back together, with a little joy on their faces.

Kill or bury.This has always been the purpose of the action of the criminals.

He chose a horse with surviving limbs, and hurried to the entrance of the black market. The rules of the black market were different from those outside. Even in such a dark and windy night, there were still people lighting lanterns at the gate.

The young man passed by a goldware shop inside, where the owner was carrying an oil lamp and was carving something.People in this business have sharp eyes, and they can recognize the young man with just one glance.

This aunt is very enthusiastic at all times: "Little Zheng Lang, are you here to claim the reward again?"

The young man raised the corner of his mouth, his brows brightened, and his smile stiffened: "Yes, Sister Hua."

"It's raining so hard, come in and have a seat." Sister Hua, the owner of the goldware store, is a woman over forty years old. She usually wears red and green clothes, and she never lets others call her Hua Mother, they said they would call her old.

It happened that the young man also had something to give her, so he went into the house by the way.

The big cloth pocket behind the young man was still bleeding, and Sister Hua didn't dislike it, as if she was used to such things.She poured a cup of tea for the young man, rubbed her hands together, her eyes lit up: "Did you get another good baby?"

The young man is familiar with her, after all, he has resold a lot of things, and driven by the profit, he should be familiar with her.He didn't budge, and dumped the things tightly wrapped in his pockets on the table, making a series of jingling sounds.

"Hey." Sister Hua's eyes were straightened: "Where are you going, these goods are really top-notch!"

The crow raised by Sister Hua suddenly yelled several times, and the shrill voice was very noisy. She threw a stone over and cursed: "The voice is broken." The bird then dodged and stood still.

The young man glanced at the crow, nodded, and said sincerely, "It was taken from a dead man."

Even in her thirties, Sister Hua's eyes are still charming. After all, she is a resident of the black market, and she has no taboos about it: "Sister understands, you never rob people."

If you don't rob a living person, kill them and rob them.

The young man twitched the corner of his mouth: "It's really smooth this time."

Sister Hua looked at him again with that "I understand" look, and the young man simply didn't explain.

She put down her work, took out the big abacus and fiddled with it for a while, and exchanged a few banknotes for him: "The silver is too heavy, so just make do with it, and you can come to me in another day to exchange it for cash."

When the young man saw Qian, he smiled sincerely: "Thank you, Sister Hua."

After leaving the goldware shop, the young man put on his indifferent face again, wrapped up the veil, and there was murderous intent in his eyes.

Even passers-by in the black market who have dealt with Yan Wangye all day long did not dare to say a word when they saw this.

In the black market, who doesn't recognize him?

In the past two years, in the unremarkable little Xiaobai City, a dark horse in the business of arresting bandits suddenly appeared. , basically never fails.

In this industry, the pay is much higher than that of ordinary laborers.This guy has been working for two years, and at least he can save a lot of money, but no one knows how to use it so far.

The man of the hour has always carried countless rumors.

Some people guessed that he owed gambling debts, some guessed that he was doing it to redeem the oiran, and some guessed that he was doing it to buy an extremely expensive treasure.There are different opinions, and the parties have never nodded to admit it.

The young man walked all the way to the black plaque shop in the deepest part of the street, glanced around, and kicked open the dark door, the voice of conversation inside suddenly stopped, and then, murderous aura rushed towards his face, and the next moment, a dagger pointed at The heart of youth.

Facing the catastrophe of life and death, the young man remained motionless, looked down at the attacking dwarf, and opened his mouth: "Delivery."

The man in Tsing Yi who was talking to the dwarf just now was still sitting on the chair, and opened the fan with a "snap", covering most of his face, revealing a pair of peach blossom eyes full of smiles.The dim yellow light shone on his fair little face. Looking at it from a distance, he didn't know whether it was a person or a ghost: "It turned out to be Brother Zheng. Brother Manzi, this is your distinguished guest, don't neglect him."

Manzi immediately put away the dagger, put on a smiling face, and waved his hand, not like the initiator of the black market reward list, but like a conscientious seller of sesame seed cakes: "I'm sorry, Mr. Zheng is here, I'm not far away. The little one will punish himself with three cups, haha."

The young man surnamed Zheng shook his head slightly, and put the package he had been carrying on the ground a little stiffly, and when the rope was gone, several heads rolled all over the ground, and the smell of blood rushed straight to the door of the three of them. Seeing this, the man in Tsing Yi frowned, but the corner of his mouth was still smiling: "Brother Zheng is still so impolite."

Zheng Daqian ignored him at all, after all, what kind of heartfelt words could he have with a man of unknown origin who hides his head and shows his tail.

He just said: "No drinking. Give me the bounty, and I have something to do."

The dwarf is also a straightforward person, and chatter is the most taboo in this business, so he immediately returned to the counter to check his calculations.

Here, the man in Tsing Yi still has a warm face and a cold buttocks, and his flirtatious long eyebrows are raised to and fro.He leaned forward, almost face to face with Zheng Dagan: "Brother Zheng, you and I have met once, can you tell me, what is the purpose of taking jobs all day long?"

Zheng Daqian took a step back, and the man followed, until he was forced to retreat, he sighed and said, "Save your wife."

"Hey." The man in Tsing Yi smiled heartily: "Brother Zheng is so capable, why bother for such a small reward? I just happen to have a way, although it is a bit dangerous, but if it succeeds, it will be a big deal." A pen hanging red is enough to marry three or four wives."

Zheng Dagan's mood moved slightly, but he knew that there would be no pies in the sky, so he didn't show much enthusiasm.

He has only met this man in Tsing Yi a few times, so he is not very familiar with him.

I heard from the dwarf barbarian and Miss Hua of the goldware shop that Mr. Zhao Sui Zhao is the second-in-command behind the Baicheng poison gang. He has a large number of elite soldiers and generals. All of them are masters in the development of poisons and worms. He is unfathomable. It seems that Mr. Pianpian is unparalleled in the world, but in fact his methods are very poisonous.

But if they were asked to talk about how this person was poisonous, they couldn't explain why.

I don't know what important task such a person with all-hands and eyes in Baicheng can rely on him, a little killer who has just gotten out.

Zhao Sui blinked and said, "A pair of noble eyes, 3000 taels."

The dwarf was taking the silver behind the counter, and when he heard this, his expression froze: "You mean..."

Zhao Sui interrupted him with a wave of his hand: "Brother Zheng, do you want to answer?"

Zheng Daqian's scorching gaze almost turned into reality, he lowered his eyes, blinked twice, and then he thought clearly: "No answer."

Zhao Sui said with a look of surprise: "Brother Zheng, this is 3000 taels! A yard in the south of the city is only 300 taels, and the rest will be put in the bank for interest, and you will be free for the rest of your life."

Zheng Daqian still shook his head and refused: "Even Mr. Zhao can't take it easily. The pair of eyes of this nobleman is probably not just one that I can get."

"Mr. Zheng underestimates me too much." Zhao Sui kept laughing, laughing a lot, and looked very gloomy in such a place: "Your ability, I have always been in my eyes, I think you won't be disappointed."

As he spoke, he walked around behind Zheng Daqian and wrapped his arms around his shoulders intimately.

Zheng Daqian froze and gave the opponent an elbow for free.

"There is no need to lobby. Without this ability, I will definitely not accept it."

After all, he took the money handed over by the barbarian, and went into the stormy sky again.

Zheng Dagan barely passed the night nestled in a tree. In the morning, with dark circles on his face and rags that had been washed away by the rain, he entered the rice noodle shop in the city.

Seeing him coming, the fat shopkeeper greeted him with a smile: "Is it still a cart of rice?"

Zheng Daqian nodded listlessly and said, "By the way, boss, I will lend you a wooden cart and return it tomorrow."

"Why are you so depressed, your brother is angry with you again?" the shopkeeper teased him.

Zheng Daqian helped move the rice bags, and said helplessly: "It's nothing, I had a fight with him before going out, and I was a little depressed."

"You usually come here with a smile, but today, you have a look of bitterness and hatred. I've met your younger brother. Does he have a good relationship with you? Every time you mention him, you smile."

Zheng Dagan wiped off his sweat beads, but he was still listless. The two bruises in front of his eyes looked like he had been punched twice. Coupled with his face that seemed to have lost a lot of blood, and his half-limped legs, he said he had just crawled out of a refugee camp. Everyone who came here believed it.

"It's all hallucinations. He is just at puberty at this age, and it is right to lose his temper because of a little thing. I am a senior brother and I have to let him. Oh, you know what is called a son and daughter debt. I am like his father, who owed him in the previous life." .”

The shopkeeper smiled wrinkledly, and nodded approvingly: "Little brother always says something that I don't understand. No wonder, you are from the East China Sea after all."

Zheng Daqian just smiled.

He pushed the wooden cart all the way out of the city, stepped on the broken mountain road, and stepped up to the peaks. The sun hit him and made three layers of sweat on his back, and the water marks extended all the way to his trouser legs. He looked extremely embarrassed.

It took about two hours after such a difficult time, before I could finally see the mountain gate of Wanzhang Peak. There was already a young man in red by the roadside, who had set up a chaise longue under the sun, and was leisurely reading medical books.

Zheng Daqian sighed softly, put on a vigorous look, pushed the cart and walked over, with a hoarse voice: "Yunkai..."

"Don't." The young man in red didn't even look at him, he turned the pages of the book, obviously not calmed down: "I don't deserve to be called so intimately by you, the Great Peak Master. You should call me the Chief of the House of Internal Affairs, anyway, you That's what they say in private."

Zheng Daqian frowned and said: "No, Yunkai..."

The young man in red sneered: "Or, continue to call me Bajie? Well, I don't dare to have an opinion. I don't know where you read the idle book, but you turned your face and called me a pig, and the whole peak spread. , Lu Yang, what excuse do you have this time?"

"Zheng Daqian" hesitated for a long time, and finally said straightforwardly: "You have the book upside down."

The surroundings suddenly fell silent.

Shen Yunkai's ears were more than half red, but he turned the book upside down with his mouth curled up, his eyes blinking like butterfly wings.

Before "Zheng Daqian" had time to tease him, the world was spinning in front of his eyes, and after a burst of heartache, he fell down suddenly.

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