Chapter 39 The Six Sons of the Bamboo Forest Arrive Together
"The small one has been done."
Yang Feilong did not leave, but took out a pile of crumpled paper from his arms and handed it over respectfully: "I have asked my subordinates to secretly copy a few pages of the account book. Look, there is something wrong with some of the accounts here.
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"You are quite clever." Ning Xiaoxiang did not rush to take over the account, but glanced at him with a half-smile, "I asked you to do it yourself, what do you mean by asking your subordinates? You were afraid that I would kill someone and silence you, so you asked someone to leave a note.
Road, to blackmail me?"
Yang Feilong's expression changed and he hurriedly defended: "You misunderstood, how dare you do this? Although I know a few words, I still can't understand the accounts. I was afraid of missing your important event, so I let a few
Check with someone you trust..."
"Not bad!" Ning Xiaoxiang smiled slightly, "You can bend and stretch, and you are quite good at talking. You are worthy of being the leader in this field. Don't worry, I just have a little financial dispute with Huang Fumi. It's a trivial matter and I won't mess with it.
What a big trouble."
"Of course, of course, it's a small expense, it's just a trivial matter, no one will remember it afterwards." Yang Feilong nodded and bowed.
Ning Xiaoxiang smiled, took the copied account page, glanced at it a few times, and said: "The various purchases that month totaled more than twenty taels of silver, and the calligraphy and painting sold, as well as brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones,
The total is only six or seven taels of silver, plus the rent of the shop and the cost of hiring workers, this business loses a lot." He flipped through the account pages and sneered several times, "Every month is the same, interesting, every year.
Lose money."
"That's not true." Yang Feilong said with an apologetic smile, "Qingqing opened this calligraphy and painting shop just for his own fun, not to make money."
Ning Xiaoxiang stared at the other person unblinkingly until Yang Feilong felt his heart tremble and trembled, then he asked slowly: "Do you think Huangfumi is so idle that he opens a restaurant that loses money every month?"
Are you just having fun at the calligraphy and painting shop? So you fought tooth and nail to conquer the Raptors Gang just to have some fun for yourself?"
The corner of Yang Feilong's mouth twitched, and he gritted his teeth and said: "No, of course not. The calligraphy and painting shop is probably a cover, with other motives behind it."
"Yes, this is the kind of brain that the boss of the Raptors Gang should have. Otherwise, your head would have been chopped into pieces, right?" Ning Xiaoxiang stretched out his hand and patted Yang Feilong's forehead gently, as if
At any time, he will strike hard and smash his head to pieces.
Yang Feilong's face turned pale and he quickly added: "My guess is that Huangf Mi moved to Songyang County to avoid his enemies and opened a calligraphy and painting shop to hide his identity. Or maybe he has some ulterior identity.
, he may be a criminal thief wanted by the imperial court, a demon from the Demon Sect, or a spy sent by the Great Yan Court..."
Ning Xiaoxiang shook his head and said: "If he just wanted to avoid trouble and hide his identity, then why didn't he change his name? Why did he still call him Huangfu Mi? This doesn't make sense."
Yang Feilong couldn't help but be stunned: "That's right, he should remain anonymous, unless..."
"Unless what?" Ning Xiaoxiang's voice deepened, "Say!"
Yang Feilong hesitated and said: "Unless he did it on purpose."
"On purpose?" Ning Xiaoxiang's expression changed slightly. Why did Huang Fumi do it on purpose? He was just an ordinary doctor who went to Gao Qingyue's house to treat the old lady. Even if he found something wrong, he moved his family to avoid trouble.
But why do you deliberately keep your original name? What is your intention?
Ning Xiaoxiang pondered for a long time, puzzled.
Yang Feilong has been standing there, not daring to move, with his eyelids lowered and staring at the ground. Huangfu Mi is obviously not just the shopkeeper of a calligraphy and painting shop. The man in front of him is a ruthless god of plague. If his family is unlucky enough to be involved, I'm afraid
It's more bad than good.
He couldn't help but secretly regret that he had already earned enough money that he would never be able to spend in his lifetime, so why didn't he wash his hands in a golden basin earlier and withdraw from the world?
"Eighteen miles away from Songyang County, there is Huya Mountain. There is a small group of bandits gathered on the mountain. I know you have some friendship with those bandits." After another long while, Ning Xiaoxiang suddenly said, "You go.
Find two young bandits, go to Huangfu Mi's house in the middle of the night, and make a small fortune by doing a job."
Yang Feilong stayed for a moment and said: "That's easy, but what do you want them to do with Huangfu Mi?"
Ning Xiaoxiang's eyes showed a strange light: "Kill him."
"Brother Yuan, I'm still waiting for your wonderful talk from this upstart in the Taoist sect." Bian Wuya poured himself a glass of wine, then raised the glass in a leisurely manner and paid his respects to Zhi Kaizhen. "This time you and I will talk about Taoism.
The battle between demons, no matter who wins or loses, will add another good story to the Qinhuai River through the ages."
Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows, put the wine glass between his lips, and turned his head to look outside the cabin.
With the sound of "琤", the cold sound of the piano was like a sharp spear thrown through the air, its sharp edge revealed, and the cups and plates in the boat shook, and the "ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, tang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dangdangdang that kept ringing.
This cultivation level of turning the sound of the piano into strength is close to the peak of refining the spirit and returning to the void.
"It's Ji Jijiu!" Wang Liangmi said in a loss of voice.
Bian Wuya was suspicious, so he secretly blocked the boat with the Demonic Chaos Field. No one inside could spread the news. How could outsiders receive the news and come here?
"Why do you need to make such a fuss, little magician?" A wild and unrestrained voice came from afar, "You and brother Yuan An just drank some wine on the Qinhuai River, bragging casually, talking about romance, Taoism, and the magic sect.
It’s not a bullshit relationship!” It’s Liu Ling’s voice from Six Sons of the Bamboo Forest.
"Let's all chat together. The little magician is about to get involved in the dispute between Tao and demons. Are you trying to scare people?" Ruan Ji's high-pitched voice immediately sounded.
"Huh, in my opinion, the little magician never leaves the Demon Sect. Doesn't he want to use the Demon Sect to do mischief in Jiankang?" Wang Rong followed up and said.
"The little magician went deep into the Jin Dynasty alone. It is inevitable that he will be a little uneasy. It is human nature to seek the protection of his master's wings. Wang Rong, your harsh words are not the way to treat guests." Shan Tao's calm voice then penetrated the painting boat.
, the sound is condensed and never disperses, like the strong mountain wind and waves, rushing towards Bianwuya.
Bian Wuya's expression condensed, Shan Tao's cultivation was profound and not inferior to Ji Kang's, and his Demonic Chaos Field immediately began to operate, removing the opponent's sonic energy.
Xie Xuan laughed out loud with "hehe". They all said that Shantao was a loyal and steady person, but he didn't expect that his words were very destructive. These words were clearly mocking Bian Wuya because he was afraid, so he would involve the magic door to embolden himself. p>
"I think you have misunderstood. The little magician has practiced twenty years more than the original little brother. How could he shamelessly bully him to determine whether he will win or lose in a fight with a demon?" Xiang Xiu's gentle voice finally sounded.
, the figures of the Six Sons of the Bamboo Forest appeared on the banks of the Qinhuai River.
The six paths may be like towering mountain peaks, or may be like solitary bamboo joints, or may be like the majestic momentum of a river locking the boat together, accumulating but not releasing.