Chapter 109 A Gathering of Heroes
Originally, when Zhao Changhe went to Jiangnan, he planned to find something to do.
His enemies are almost gone...
The Blood God Cult doesn’t know what to think now, so they have taken a break for the time being, and have even stopped offering rewards. This is a good thing. Zhao Changhe really doesn't want to be enemies with them in his heart. He has no real grudges. Sun Jiaoxi still belongs to his teacher, and Master Xue is still... having fun.
After the cold treatment of the bounty, Tingxuelou, who had been assassinated by a high bounty and put a lot of pressure on Zhao Changhe, stopped taking action. Zhao Changhe didn't know what the thoughts of these assassin organizations were. Would they seek revenge for the failure of the mission and the death of many people? Maybe a big wave was brewing? In short, there is indeed no response at the moment.
Because I escorted Yang Yang, I offended some people on Hebei Road. Those people belonged to the local underworld and would not travel thousands of miles to hunt them down. What's more, there is a high probability that they will tremble under Cui Wenjing's revenge and it will be difficult to protect themselves.
Due to the internal affairs of the Cui family, he offended the people of Cui Wenjue and his family, which led to him being intercepted as soon as he left the Cui family. This matter has disappeared now. Cui Wenjing cannot allow this kind of thing to develop. After such a long time, he should be cleaned up early. .
Well, the court's wanted order is gone, and I have become a secret agent of the Demon Suppression Division.
Turning around, Zhao Changhe was surprised to find that he no longer had the pressure to survive that he had when he first came into this world. In fact, this is quite normal. Who can have so many conflicts whether it's vendettas or something all day long, and it's not like they have a halo of group ridicule. However, this makes the natural gangster very uncomfortable and feels that this will lose the environment for martial arts improvement.
In addition, since neither Cui Wenjing nor Tang Wanzhuang can improve their meridians, they must always find their own way.
So go south, there are always more exciting things in the huge rivers and lakes, waiting for you to explore.
But this kind of walking is relatively confusing and has no clear goal. They said that they were targeting the Maitreya religion, but they didn't know where to start. As a result, they felt depressed all the way and didn't know what they were going to do. It almost turned into a social survey.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he arrived in Yangzhou, he met the inexplicably enthusiastic Wan Dongliu, who was suspected to be related to the Maitreya sect. This is the young leader of the Cao Gang, the top local leader. Zhao Changhe was so pleasantly surprised that the melancholy along the way was instantly wiped away, all excitement was aroused, and the blood was flowing in his heart again.
Zhao Changhe couldn't help but comment on himself as a born gangster.
As expected, Wan Dongliu did not stay at the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, nor did he take the powder beside him and go home leisurely alone.
Not long after, a turtle man chased behind him and whispered: "Master Wan, Zhao Changhe and Ruyan entered the house and quickly threw themselves on the bed. Ruyan scolded him for being impatient."
Wan Dongliu smiled and said: "As for the bandit, do you really expect him to be so elegant that he can't play the piano and draw with Ruyan? It's really normal."
Mr. Turtle also laughed and said, "It shows that this person is actually very easy to win over."
Wan Dongliu shook his head: "It is said that this person has a traitor in the back of his head. It is normal to win him over for a while and then turn against him later. I'm afraid this little thing won't win him over."
Turtle Gongdao: "So the Buddhas also think that it would be better if they can control it. This person has potential and should be included in the teachings."
Wan Dongliu said leisurely: "I would suggest going to Buddha. So far, it's pretty good. Ruyan is an ordinary believer who has never practiced secret arts, so it's not a big problem. Regardless of whether he can win over people's hearts, he can finally make a good friend. Fate, there is no loss if you just give him away for fun. If you try to control him forcefully, I'm afraid it will arouse rebellion, which is not a good thing... Think about the consequences of controlling him with the Blood Evil Technique."
Mr. Turtle sneered: "We are not comparable to the trash like the Blood God Religion."
Wan Dongliu smiled and said: "That's natural. Maitreya's magical power is boundless and the Buddha's teachings are boundless. How can he be compared to a mere bloodthirsty evil god. Okay, I won't care about Zhao Changhe's affairs. I only met him by chance and it's not my duty."
Mr. Turtle lowered his voice: "The thing you did..."
Wan Dongliu shook his head slightly: "It's not a place that can be said."
Turtle Master realized that this was on the street, and it was enough to talk about Zhao Changhe. The real important matter was that it was not suitable to talk about it no matter how clean it was at night, so he whispered: "Okay, let's go to the Buddha and wait for Master Wan's feedback."
Mr. Gui hurried back, and Wan Dongliu walked slowly for a few steps, then suddenly smiled, started his Qinggong and left quickly.
Zhao Changhe, who was hiding on the rooftop far away, suddenly broke out in a cold sweat and did not dare to follow further.
He didn’t know whether the person Wan Dongliu was sneering at was Turtle Gong, the Maitreya Cult, or him, the follower.
If it’s the latter, Wan Dongliu’s strength is a bit unpredictable. Due to the eye hanging behind his back, his five senses have been strengthened far beyond those of normal practitioners of the same level or even slightly more advanced practitioners. This is the main reason why he was able to avoid assassinations and seize the opportunity many times before. But if Wan Dongliu's five senses have exceeded his own plug-in bonus, then what is his strength?
But if this is the case, why sneer and remind? Is it just the disdain of the strong...
If it’s the former, he is actually laughing at the Maitreya Cult and the Turtle Gong... Does it mean that Wan Dongliu is a Maitreya Cultist on the surface, but actually has other plans? Then his extra enthusiasm for me seems to have a deeper meaning...
Judging from his conversation with Mr. Turtle just now, it seems that he does not have much ill will toward him, at most he doesn't think highly of him.
Damn it, they are all actors.
Zhao Changhe thought for a while, then quietly returned to the brothel and got into Ruyan's side.
Originally, I had no intention of continuing to hang out here, but since Ruyan is an ordinary person, it's not a big problem. Ordinary people in front of martial arts would not be able to figure out how they were broken into pieces... He lay quietly beside him practicing the Liuhe magic skill. After a few weeks of operation, he woke up with a sound from beside him like smoke.
Zhao Changhe did not fall into deep trance, so he quickly opened his eyes and said with a smile: "Beauty, are you awake?"
Ruyan shrank back into the bed in fear. From an ordinary person's perspective, it was because the villain was so rough when he pounced on her that he knocked her unconscious without knowing where he hit her.
How can you serve such a guest? Don't let him kill you if you do.
As expected, I heard Zhao Changhe laugh and say: "You are too delicate, you will faint when touched. I don't have enough fun, come again?"
Ruyan was scared to death and begged for mercy: "Please spare me, I can use your mouth..."
“What’s the point of helping?” Zhao Changhe’s eyes widened: “It’s just something you can’t get enough of, so why don’t you give it up?”
Ruyan secretly said that this was actually more comfortable, but this rude man really didn’t understand. But he didn't dare to argue, and was quite trembling.
"Forget it." Zhao Changhe got out of bed and took the wine bottle from the table: "Drink a few drinks with me. If you really have to use your mouth, why not use your little mouth to tell stories. This is my first time in Jiangnan. I’m quite interested in what’s going on here, and that’s not all there is to women, it’s very boring.”
Ruyan was simply ecstatic in her heart. There are no good things about being a vulgar gangster who doesn't understand the customs. Isn't it difficult to deal with people who like to listen to stories? You can talk to me all night long!
She filled Zhao Changhe's wine glass quickly with her hands and feet, fearing that he would regret it, so she hurriedly asked: "What story do you want to hear, Master?"
“Are there twenty-four bridges in Yangzhou?”
Ruyan was stunned for a moment, and looked at Zhao Changhe carefully with her beautiful eyes, thinking, "Don't you know it well? You know all the ancient poems, how can you not know what your mouth is doing?" Oh, by the way, that's not what the original poem meant. It seemed like it was dirty because he was in a place of fireworks. Mr. Zhao definitely didn't mean that.
Thinking of this, he calmed down: "Yes, there is one, but I don't know if it is that one. Everyone assumes it is, so that's it."
God knows that Mr. Zhao meant exactly that, and he was particularly interested: "Oh, is the twenty-four bridge really one, not twenty-four?"
"There is also a saying that the total number of bridges in the city is that. But now there are more than thirty or fifty bridges in the city. No one can tell clearly which number is twenty-four."
"Well..." Zhao Changhe sipped his wine and nodded: "I have to go and take a look when I have time."
·The chatter box opened, Ruyan no longer panicked and said with a smile: "Young master, do you understand poetry?"
“I don’t understand. I went to a brothel to listen to other girls singing.”
…”
Zhao Changhe seemed to be very casual and said: "Oh, by the way, the book of troubled times has not updated the news about Brother Wan for a long time. He used to be at the fifth level of Xuanguan, seventy, but is he still at the fifth level now?"
“You don’t know this like smoke, Master Wan has seldom fought with others in the past two years, and no one in Yangzhou dares to provoke the Cao Gang.”
"There are no foreign dragons crossing the river? This is a place where water transportation gathers, so there are many foreign visitors."
“There are indeed many foreigners, but no one is so short-sighted. In fact, in addition to the young master, there are also other famous people on the Qianlong list in Yangzhou recently.”
Zhao Changhe was stunned for a moment: "Oh? Who else is there? I'd like to get to know you if I have the chance."
Ruyan glanced at him and stopped talking.
“What kind of virtue is it? If you know someone, just tell me!”
“There are Taoist priests Xuan Chong from the Taiyi Sect, and Mr. Tang Buqi from the Tang family in Gusu…”
"Huh?" Zhao Changhe took a sip of wine and looked forward to it: "It seems that I came at the right time. There is a gathering of heroes... What is there to hesitate about? I have no holiday with them."
Ruyan paused for a moment, then continued with a strange expression: "And... Luoxia Villa Yue Hongling."
“Pfft!” Zhao Changhe spurted out the wine.
(End of this chapter)