Old man Ding put the hot teapot away, turned around and sat down, his slightly cloudy eyes scanned the entire yard, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that no one was paying attention to their movements.
He looked at Huang An's face and said seriously:
"Since I have accepted your money, I will tell you today. But you have to promise not to tell anyone else, let alone to outsiders. This is what I taught you? Do you know?"
The tone ranges from joyful at the beginning to threatening at the end.
It wasn't until he gritted his teeth and said, "If you reveal it, I will hunt you to death even if I try my best to kill you!" With these words, Huang An understood that the method in Old Man Ding's mouth was very important.
It might be true.
The murderous intent and threat contained in his tone and eyes made Huang An really remember that the old man in front of him, half of his body in the coffin, was also a master of the Bronze Skin Realm who had cultivated hard.
Huang An understood, nodded hurriedly, and also whispered:
"Master Ding, please rest assured that this matter has reached my ears and no one else will know about it."
Huang An already has a hint of enthusiasm in his heart, and he is not afraid of Old Man Ding's threat at all.
Because this old man can warn himself so formally, it means that he does have something in his hands.
And as long as he doesn't leak the secret, Old Man Ding will definitely not take action against him, otherwise there is no need to threaten him so solemnly.
However, is a connection worth only ten taels of silver really worth Old Man Ding’s warning to himself?
Huang An was filled with doubts.
Is this him looking for an excuse to attack me?
Huang An really doesn't believe it.
Although these two people have only met five times, they already have a deep understanding of each other.
When Old Man Ding saw Huang An's agreement, he was satisfied and even a little proud.
The reason why he chose to sell the news to Huang An was naturally based on his knowledge of Huang An's character.
Every time Huang An comes to this martial arts department, he doesn't look at him, doesn't ask too many questions, doesn't talk to him, and doesn't talk to the martial arts people in line. He behaves extremely well.
In the eyes of Old Man Ding, Huang An's calm character means that he has a strict mouth.
For the sake of money, Old Man Ding is willing to take risks. Anyway, it is something that everyone in the Youzhou Martial Arts Department knows.
It's just that outsiders like Huang An don't know.
As long as Huang An doesn't make a big deal about it after he goes out, then it will be fine.
"What I want to sell you is a piece of news!"
Old Man Ding is afraid of long nights and many dreams, so he doesn't want to be verbose.
Huang An's expression changed, his eyebrows raised, showing interest.
No wonder it's so cheap, it turns out it's just a piece of news.
Old man Ding just wants to get the money safely, and he doesn't want to bully Huang An based on his cultivation.
After all, he plans to do a few more such businesses.
He whispered:
"In Youzhou City, there is a man named Mr. Wu Jiang Wu, who is the deputy director of our Youzhou Martial Arts Department. Take the voucher, prepare another one hundred and seventy taels of silver, and give it to the steward of Mr. Wu's house.
In ten days and a half, I’m sure you can get the advanced skills of the Six Fu Realm!”
Huang An frowned slightly, his eyes suspicious, as if he didn't understand the meaning of Old Man Ding's words.
Old Man Ding hates the fact that iron cannot make steel:
"Nowadays, the big shots in the capital have too much time to take care of themselves and are constantly fighting. How can they care about our desolate frontier land?
To tell you the truth, the price for getting all the connections with Mr. Wu Jiang is almost clearly marked. He, the Wu Mansion, is an innocent child, and as long as he gives you enough money, he will definitely handle the matter for you."
Huang An's eyes lit up when he heard this, but then he looked suspiciously at the slightly anxious face of old man Ding in front of him and hesitated to ask.
"Master Wu Jiangwu is just one of the deputy heads of the Martial Arts Department. How can he do such a big thing in the military and help us and other warriors solve the problem of advanced martial arts? And, only, he actually needs one hundred taels of silver to do it?" Faced with Huang An's probing questions, Old Man Ding was stunned for a moment. His eyes flickered as he observed Huang An's expression and was suddenly surprised.
This guy has such a keen insight.
Fortunately, he had stayed in Youzhou for a long time and knew a lot of hidden secrets, otherwise he would have been confused by the slippery man in front of him.
"I tell you, Lord Wu Jiang has a very good relationship with me, Lord Gao Zhenggao, the governor of Youzhou, and with Commander Luo and Lord Luo. Of course he can make the decision, and even if I don't tell you the relationship, I think you can
Understand."
Old Man Ding didn't speak too clearly. He winked at Huang An, asking Huang An to understand it himself.
As for the relationship between the three big shots, Old Man Ding actually doesn't know much. Anyway, colleagues have spread the rumors like this, so it must be true.
Huang An realized it, really realized it.
Isn’t it just a bureaucratic interest group collaborating in corruption?
The ancient history of his hometown is full of them, and he can count a dozen of them on his fingers.
He understood and smiled, but with a look of embarrassment on his face, he shook his head and said:
"One hundred taels of silver is too expensive. How can I afford it? I'd better wait until the autumn harvest and come to the City Lord's Mansion."
Old man Ding sneered in his heart, "You've only been drinking two cans of Guiyuan soup in three weeks, and you have thirty taels of silver with you today.
And now there are shreds of meat between the teeth. The two of them were talking at close range, and the breath coming out of Huang An's mouth was full of the smell of meat.
From this point of view, you Huang An must have a lot of money.
Although one hundred taels of silver is a lot, you should be able to afford it.
It's just that Old Man Ding is a mature man and doesn't reveal Huang An's little thoughts.
He lamented, shook his head, and whispered to Huang An:
"What one hundred taels of silver? That's one hundred and seventy taels of silver!"
One hundred and seventy taels?
Huang An was about to leave, but then he stepped back.
Did this change so quickly?
Could it be that old man Ding is really lying and misremembering the data before and after?/
Faced with Huang An's suspicious gaze, Old Man Ding did not show off and explained:
"One hundred taels is the cost of managing points, and seventy taels is the cost of purchasing the Six Fu Realm martial arts secrets!"
Huang An's face froze, with a look of deep frustration and regret.
"It's too expensive, it's too expensive. I can't even dream of getting one hundred and seventy taels of silver!"
He shook his head vigorously, as if sighing at the value of silver, and then asked pretending to be casual:
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"Secrets? What secrets?"
As if he had read Huang An's thoughts, Old Man Ding chuckled, stretched out his fist as big as a sandbag and put it in front of Huang An's eyes, then spread his fingers and said seriously:
"Five taels of silver!"
Huang An's face froze, he pulled Guiyuan Tang into his arms, then turned and left.
Old Man Ding squinted his eyes and looked at Huang An's back. He smiled at the corner of his mouth and did not say anything to stop him.
He expected that this kid wouldn't really go out. At most, he would look back when he got to the door.
As a result, Huang An walked faster and faster.
Three steps...
Two steps...
With a sound of "Da!", the door closed, and Huang An stepped out of the courtyard and disappeared.
Old Man Ding's eyes froze, his mouth moved, his beard trembled, he pointed at Huang An's back, but said nothing.
Besides, Huang An, who was hugging Guiyuan Tang, was complaining in his heart and wanted to leave without any hesitation.
What kind of scapegoat would spend five taels of silver to buy the names of secret techniques?
Isn’t that a pure injustice?
So what if you know the name?
Don’t you have to spend seventy taels of silver to buy it?
However, Old Man Ding's words still caused waves in Huang An's heart.
How could one have imagined that in Youzhou, on the border of the Ming Dynasty, a deputy head of the Martial Arts Department would have such a deep network of connections.
He actually colluded with the commander of Youzhou and openly bought and sold martial arts secrets.
Since the deputy chief has such an irreconcilable relationship with the commander and governor, what about the chief of the Martial Arts Department who is in charge of Youzhou?
Do these big shots have their own interests in this?
However, these things seem to be too far away from me, so there is no need to worry.
Huang An's mind was racing with thoughts, and he had already thought of setting off to Youzhou as soon as possible.
If he can obtain the exercises seven or eight months in advance, he will be able to enter the Six Fu realms in advance, which will give him more time to practice.
Before he was expelled, the master said that as long as he could practice to the late stage of the Six Fu Realm, his diseases would be gone.
Huang An has been looking forward to this for a long time.
However, before that, he needs to go back to his hometown of Eagle City to deal with some things.
Because when he called his parents three days ago, he learned that his toy factory had opened.
Three thousand toys of each have been produced and are now on sale.
Huang An needs to go back, communicate with his parents, take a look, and take a video to promote it.
Of course, you should also be careful in the garbage dump of all realms.
He needs to complete this month's tasks ahead of schedule and prepare some food and water that are easy to store.
He plans to leave for Youzhou, and these chores need to be taken care of.
Now Huang An travels between his hometown and Feng'an City, and has to pass through the Wanjie Garbage Dump, which is very troublesome.
If he wanted to take the materials from his hometown or the Wanjie Garbage Dump to Feng'an City, he would have to go to the Wanjie Garbage Dump himself and then move them out.
This is very inconvenient and increases the risk of exposure, not to mention that he may go to Youzhou City, a place he is unfamiliar with.
Huang An needs to make more preparations before setting off, or adapt to changes.
While thinking, Huang An stepped out from the side door of the City Lord's Mansion.
The black jar containing Gui Yuan Tang in his arms had been wrapped in old gray cloth. Huang An dragged the bottom of it with one hand and dragged it on the crook of his left arm and the ribs under his armpit.
His stomach was not full, so Huang An planned to eat some more on the way.
Looking left and right, Huang An's eyes lit up.
He found a stall selling meat buns on the corner of the roadside, about twenty-five or six steps away.
This stall owner usually goes around the streets selling meat buns, which are as big as a palm and cost six cents.
Huang An has eaten it seventy or eighty times, and it tastes really good.
However, due to price issues, few ordinary people come to eat.
There are not many people at the stall now, and it looks very desolate.
This stall owner must have been pushing his cart around to sell goods, and he happened to be here now.
However, for some reason at this moment, it seems that someone has stopped me.
It seems that I met a homeless person begging?
He raised his feet and prepared to go over and take care of Huang An, who was taking care of the vendor's business. As soon as he took the first step, his pupils shrank, and his left foot that had not yet been taken out was immediately retracted.
His face changed slightly, and he saw an unexpected facial feature on the face of the person on the left side of the vendor who was bowing his head.
Yang Zaizhou?
Huang An instantly ducked behind the pillar on the eaves of the roadside, and poked his head out from behind the pillar.
Huang An's eyes were fixed on Yang Zaizhou's slightly dirty face, his pupils were narrowed, and his eyes were surprised and revealed disbelief.
The half-grown man not far away wearing shabby clothes, huddled up and looking disheveled, is that Yang Zaizhou?
How is he still alive?
How could he still appear in Feng'an City?
Why are you wearing such shabby clothes?
Didn’t I already inform the two senior sisters about what happened that day?
Is this Yang Zaizhou the culprit who secretly revealed the news about his master's injury?
Moreover, Huang An also told the two senior sisters that he was hunted down by Guo Silang because of Yang Zaizhou's informant.
How can he live well?
Although he is embarrassed, he is really still alive!
How is this possible without missing arms and legs?
Huang An was puzzled.
If there is a chance, he must ask the two senior sisters why they let this little thief go.