The waves hit the shore, and the waves rise and fall.
The air is filled with the smell of sea water.
"This is where the bloodline of the Chen family, which contains the aura of Buddha nature, should have stopped here. At least they have offered sacrifices. I don't know who they worshiped."
Chen Cuo was walking on the bluestone path with a calm expression. He looked around, looking at the seaside town, as if he was looking for something.
The people along the way were either short, thin and shriveled, or thick and dark.
The war in the outside world has little impact on this small town by the sea. Most of them are dressed as fishermen, and many are traveling businessmen, but all of them are simply dressed and more or less patched.
Chen Cuo walked among this group of people, somewhat standing out from the crowd, attracting side glances from people along the way.
In the corner of the street, two beggars were gathering together, carefully looking at Chen Cuo.
"Do you think this man is a fat sheep?" One of the short ones rolled his eyes and muttered in a low voice, looking eager to try.
The other beggar was a little older, about eleven or twelve years old, and looked more steady. He shook his head and said, "It's not easy to do anything. This man looks like a young master from aristocratic families, but the young master we have met in the past is not the same."
Doesn't a person travel by being surrounded by people? He dares to come here alone. Either there are guards hidden around him, or he has some people to rely on, and he may even be a master himself! "
"Can he still be a master? Look at his arms and legs. They are too thin. They are not as good as Qiao Sanlang from the village!" The short beggar shook his head, "I think he may be the young master who comes out to play. Let's keep an eye on him carefully.
Make sure no one is following you, then find a place where no one is around to start."
The older beggar whispered: "Don't take it lightly, don't forget, in the past two years, there was a weak-looking monster son in Qiaojiazhuang, who killed seven or eight bandits in one go!" However, he obviously
I didn't think that the man on the street really had any extraordinary abilities, so I said a few words and said no more.
"kindness?"
Chen Cuo's expression moved slightly and he turned to look at the two beggars.
not good!
He actually found us!
When Chen Cuo's eyes touched them, the two beggars' hearts skipped a beat. They were under great pressure and couldn't breathe!
I wanted to scream, but I couldn't even open my mouth. I was so frightened that I wanted to escape, but my legs couldn't move!
At this time, the two of them were so anxious that they almost burst into tears. As a result, their eyes flashed and Chen Cuo had arrived!
"Monster...monster!"
The short beggar was so frightened that he rolled his eyes and fainted.
The older man, on the other hand, was trembling all over, but he still held on, cautiously opened his mouth, and said tremblingly: "Jun...junzi..."
Finding that he could speak again, he hurriedly said: "Gentleman, I, I, and we have no ill intentions. We were just thinking in our hearts and did not take action."
"I'm not asking for guilt, but I have something to ask you." Chen Cuo chuckled and looked at the two of them, "What happened to the monster son of the Qiao family I just mentioned?"
"Monsters, monsters are just...hey!" He was anxious and his words were confused. He bit his tongue and immediately covered his mouth, whining in pain.
"Forget it, find a quiet place to ask. You follow me." Chen Cuo shook his head and said.
Immediately, the old beggar discovered to his horror that he had difficulty controlling his body, and his legs began to move on their own, although he was following Chen Cuo.
Not to mention, even the short beggar who had fainted closed his eyes and followed with steps!
After a few breaths, they arrived at the only teahouse in the town.
Zhang Ji Teahouse.
It is said to be a restaurant, but it is actually no different from a shed. The people sitting inside are not well-dressed scholars, but mostly men holding tea and buffalo drinks. What is placed on the table is not just refreshments, but also many seafood, chicken and so on.
The duck and fish meat are also filled with wine jars, which looks more like a restaurant than a teahouse.
The people in the tube shouted loudly, ate meat in large quantities, drank from large bowls, and only a few drank tea.
So, when Chen Cuo walked in dressed like this, followed by two beggars, he suddenly became the focus of everyone's attention.
Everyone looked at them with different expressions.
The pair of beggars immediately seemed a little uncomfortable. Even after listening to Chen Cuo's words, they were still a little uneasy.
Chen Cuo ignored it and just called the waiter over, ordered a few plates of food, and then slapped a few coins on the table.
"Gentleman, why did you come to us?" the older beggar asked cautiously. He found that as soon as he sat down, he could move freely again and was no longer affected by the other person's voice, but he did not dare to act rashly.
, and when he looked at his companion next to him, he was still groggy, with a sleepy look, as if he had just woken up.
Chen Cuo smiled and asked: "Don't worry, I'm just asking a few things. By the way, I haven't asked for your names yet."
"I..." Beggar hesitated for a moment, "My name is Jinzi, and my brother's name is Yinzi." After saying this, he seemed a little ashamed of himself.
Chen Cuo was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "In the name of gold and silver? It's quite interesting."
The beggar Jinzi blushed with shame and said: "We have been begging since we were young. How can we have a surname? I gave it to myself. I was just poor and thought that gold and silver are good things, so I gave it such a name. Gentleman
What a joke."
"What's so funny about this?" Chen Cuo shook his head and said bluntly: "Because people like to relax, they have to overcome laziness; because they are weak, they have to strengthen their bodies; because individuals are fragmented, they have to form groups.
Organization, only in this way can we open a chapter of history and shape the long river. You two have been poor since childhood and have no one to educate you, but you have also thought about what wealth is and how it coincides with your nature. It is actually the root of wisdom. However, association is useless and needs to be practiced.
, how to rise from poverty to become rich in gold and silver is the key."
"Yes, yes, that's what the gentleman taught you!"
Jin Zi nodded repeatedly.
At this time, the waiter in the restaurant held several plates of dishes and placed them on the table.
Jin Zi looked at the plates of food and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
However, Ginzi, who was still dazed, was aroused by the smell, so he suddenly woke up. Without asking what was going on, he instinctively grabbed it out, held the plate, and took a big gulp.
Jin Zi couldn't stop him, he could only watch helplessly, saliva looming at the corner of his mouth.
"Eat, I'm not afraid of hungry soldiers," Chen Cuo chuckled and shook his head, "You eat while I ask. If you know something, answer it. If you don't know, just say you don't know. Don't make it up."
His words were not deliberately restrained and could be heard by everyone in the room.
The two beggars nodded repeatedly, while Yinzi was confused about what happened to him and simply ignored him.
Chen Cuo waited for them to take a few bites before saying, "What happened to the monster in Qiaojiazhuang you just mentioned?"
As soon as these words came out, there was a sudden silence in the room.
Jin Zi also looked shocked and even forgot to swallow the food in his mouth.
It was an introduction. He gnawed on the chicken leg and said: "Isn't it just Qiao Shen from Qiaojiazhuang who accepted a student a few years ago and taught him to read and write? He made a big fuss at first. I heard that the kid was obsessed with everything.
He can remember everything he reads at a glance, and he can draw inferences from one instance to another. People from all over the country praise him and say he is a child prodigy."
"Oh?" Chen Cuo said, "Looking at how young you are, how come you know so much about what happened a few years ago?"
Yinzi tore off a piece of meat and said with a smile: "Who in the city doesn't know these things? If you don't believe it, ask them..." As he said that, he pointed at the people around him, and then he noticed that the people around him had stopped moving.
, staring at them intently.
At this moment, Yinzi stopped talking and showed a look of horror.
A man with a beard stood up and raised his voice: "Who are you, coming to our place to inquire about secrets? Leave quickly! Otherwise, it will be too late!"
Chen Cuo seemed oblivious and still asked: "Since he is a child prodigy, how can he be called the son of a monster?"
After hearing these words, the two beggars lowered their heads, feeling the eyes of the people around them, and did not dare to say anything.
The man said again: "What's the matter? You can't understand the words. Judging from your skinny skin and tender flesh, I'm afraid you've never suffered, but you don't know..."
Chen Cuo squinted his eyes and scanned his surroundings.
Intimidated by his gaze, the people around him calmed down and avoided looking at him.
Especially the bearded man who made the noise felt even more depressed, the blood in his abdomen surged, and he was momentarily horrified!
Master!
The pressure on the two children suddenly disappeared and they breathed a long sigh of relief, but they did not dare to speak casually anymore.
"Let the little old man do the talking."
At this moment, a voice came from outside the door, and then an old man with a cane walked in.
Although this person's clothes are simple, they are clean and spotless. The crutch in his hand is bright and makes a faint sound.
The most eye-catching thing is the green scales on his forehead, which are shining brightly.
"Mr. Qian."
"Ancestor!"
"Mr. Qian!"
Seeing this person, most people in the teahouse spoke out in a very respectful manner.
The bearded man took a step closer to the old man and whispered: "Old Ancestor, this man is a bit weird. He came here to inquire about the Qiao family. I'm afraid..."
"No problem." The old man waved his hand, handed the crutch to the man, and came to Chen Cuo tremblingly. With excitement and eagerness, he cupped his hands and said, "Qian Feng, I have met the Marquis of Linru County."
Seeing his appearance, the people in the room were shocked and confused.
The bearded man was holding a cane and protecting the old man's side. Hearing this, his eyes widened.
"What is the origin of this person?"
"Do you know me?" Chen Cuo looked at the man in front of him and saw that his energy and blood were decaying. Logically speaking, he should have run out of energy long ago, but the scale on his forehead continued to exude a gurgling vitality, wrapping around his body and locking it.
Will ** yuan.
The old man said: "I was lucky enough to meet the king on the top of Mount Tai."
"So that's it, the Jianghu disciple who was on the top of Mount Tai? It seems that you also had a lot of opportunities after that." Chen Cuo looked at the visitor, and he could see everything without any extrapolation, "You know the Qiao family
What happened? Tell me and listen."
Mr. Qian nodded and stood to speak.
Chen Cuo pointed to the seat.
"Sit down and talk."
"In front of the king, which one will get the little old man..."
"sit!"
After giving the order, Mr. Qian couldn't help but sit down. He was horrified, but when he thought about this person's identity, he felt normal, so he didn't dare to delay, and said respectfully: "The person Junhou is looking for has a surname of Chen and a name of Guangrui."
."
Chen Guangrui?
Upon hearing this name, Chen Cuo's expression finally changed.
