Zhang Sanfeng once again scolded Song Yuanqiao and the others for what they wanted to say, then turned to Jiang Siming and said:
"I never thought that there would be such a genius as my little brother in the world, who could reach such a level at such a young age."
Jiang Siming did not accept his flattery and made a condition: "It's fine if he lives. I have no other hobbies but greed for money. Give me all the valuable things you have in Wudang and I will let this naughty kid go."
"this..."
Zhang Sanfeng was a little dumbfounded. People like them usually regard money as dirt.
But why is this man asking for money...
"This is too much! We will fight with you!" Song Yuanqiao and the others were furious.
"Just do as you say, little brother!" Zhang Sanfeng said loudly.
"Master."
"Master, please shut up!" After Zhang Sanfeng said this, he slapped Song Yuanqiao on the face.
This time no one said anything.
"Ask my master to ask the Wudang Chamber of Commerce to send over two million taels," Zhang Sanfeng said.
Naturally, big martial arts sects like Wudang, Emei, and Shaolin cannot only practice martial arts. They need money for everything they eat, drink, and have sex with.
Therefore, generally sects will have chambers of commerce, and these chambers of commerce are very wealthy.
But two million taels is also a huge amount, and the Wudang Chamber of Commerce estimates that it will lose a lot of meat this time.
But there was no move. Zhang Sanfeng knew that he could not beat Jiang Siming and was far from his opponent.
In this case, the only option is to compromise.
Since Zhang Sanfeng said so, Jiang Siming was not an unreasonable person. He stretched out his hand and threw Zhang Wuji away.
Fortunately, Song Yuanqiao and the others took over, otherwise Zhang Wuji would have suffered more serious injuries.
After this battle, Zhang Wuji had completely fainted.
Jiang Siming sat back down and waited for Wudang to send money.
In another side room of the restaurant, someone was also eavesdropping.
"Yang Zuoshi, why is this real person so afraid of a young man?"
"King Wei Bat, haven't you noticed yet? This young man's strength is probably unfathomable."
"Jiang Siming? Why has the world never heard of such a person before?"
"No matter what, since this person has enmity with Wudang, he will not be able to gain a foothold in the right path. Anyone who opposes these famous and upright parties is our friend."
"This person likes money and this is easy to handle."
....
Because Fengyuan City is where the Wudang Chamber of Commerce is located, money can be raised quickly.
Two million taels of silver notes were placed on Jiang Siming's table.
"Goodbye, Mr. Zhang." Jiang Siming put the banknote away politely.
"Goodbye, Young Master Jiang."
After Zhang Sanfeng finished speaking, he led the Wudang people and left the restaurant.
Jiang Siming remained calm but continued: "My friend next door, after eavesdropping for so long, aren't you ready to show some sincerity? I don't want more, the same two million taels."
The door to the wing opened and three men came out, followed by a girl with her hands and feet tied with chains.
Next to him, a man wearing a dark green robe with a skull-like face said disdainfully to Jiang Siming: "Boy, you dare to rob our Mingjiao? I think you are..."
"King Wei Bat, don't talk nonsense."
Yang Xiao stopped the other party and turned to Jiang Siming with a smile: "Jiang Shaoxia, there is no problem with the two million taels you want. I'll send someone to deliver it right now."
Jiang Siming gave Yang Xiao a high look, and then said: "Thank you, sit down and have a drink."
Yang Xiao heard this and walked over. Wei Yixiao also wanted to sit down.
Jiang Siming looked at him and said, "Did I treat you?"
"What did you say!"
Wei Yixiao has been traveling around the world for so many years, but no one has dared to talk to him like this.
Unable to bear it any longer, Wei Yixiao moved, wanting to give Jiang Siming some color.
He boasts that he is invincible in Qinggong and no one can beat him.
But in the next second, Wei Yixiao flew out and smashed a row of wooden tables.
Yang Xiao swallowed, what just happened? He, a first-rate expert, didn't even see it.
In the flash of lightning, Wei Yixiao flew out and fell to the ground seriously injured.
"You like sneak attacks, right? I have to beat you up."
Jiang Siming stood up as he spoke, walked over and touched his feet again before he was discouraged.
Yang Xiao and White-browed Eagle King were watching, wanting to help but not daring to intervene.
Jiang Siming's strength is so terrifying that even if they attack him, it won't help.
Wei Yixiao, who had been trampled with mud marks on his face, dared not say a word anymore.
The girl who was chained aside opened her eyes wide and couldn't believe it.
After returning to the table and sitting down, Yang Xiao said: "Jiang Shaoxia, we would like to invite you to join the Ming Cult. What do you think?"
"Do you want me to be the leader of the Ming Cult?" Jiang Siming asked with a smile.
Yang Xiao said embarrassedly: "Our Ming Cult has regulations that only those who have the Holy Fire Order or have learned the Great Shift of the Universe can be the leader. However, Jiang Shaoxia, as long as you join the Ming Cult, Eagle King and I can recommend you to be the deputy leader."
"What's the point of being a deputy leader? I'm not interested."
Just in time, the Mingjiao believers sent money. Jiang Siming took the money and looked at the time. The reality was almost there and he could only fly to Dadu another day.
"Okay, let's talk about it when we have time. Let's go first."
Jiang Siming ignored Yang Xiao's plea to stay, got up and left.
Passing by the chained girl, Jiang Siming stopped and asked her, "What's your name, girl?"
When the girl saw Jiang Siming staring at her and asking questions, she couldn't help but feel a little confused.
"My name is...Xiao Zhao..."
"Why are her hands shackled?" Jiang Siming turned to ask Yang Xiao and the others. In fact, he knew.
Yang Xiao said with some embarrassment: "My beloved daughter Yang Buhui was naughty and bullied the maid Xiao Zhao. I said she was afraid of her running around, so I locked her up with an iron chain."
"Then why don't you untie it?"
Yang Xiao explained: "This iron chain is made of cold iron from the Tianshan Mountains. You can't cut it off unless you have a Heavenly Sword or a Dragon-Slaying Sword."
As soon as Yang Xiao finished speaking, Jiang Siming pulled up the iron chain with both hands. Hearing a pancake sound, the cold iron chain broke into two pieces and shattered to pieces!
Yang Xiao and White-browed Eagle King were both dumbfounded. Oh my god, this is the Tianshan Cold Iron Chain. Why did it break with just one pull...
Not only did Jiang Siming break the bracelet into pieces, he also broke Xiao Zhao's anklet, completely freeing her.
"Thank you, Young Master Jiang. Xiao Zhao is very grateful."
Xiao Zhao cried with joy. She had been wearing this cold iron chain since she was 7 years old. She had worn it for more than ten years and dreamed of untying it.
Jiang Siming smiled, lifted her chin with his hand, and said with a chuckle: "I'm so grateful that I will give you my life?"
When Xiao Zhao heard this, he immediately blushed and lowered his head.
"Young Master Jiang...don't make fun of Xiao Zhao..."
"Don't call me Jiang Shaoxia from now on, just call me Young Master."
"Well, sir..."
"So good."
Jiang Siming smiled with satisfaction, then turned to Yang Xiao and said: "From today on, Xiao Zhao is my woman. I will come to Guangmingding to see her in a while. Now that she is not a maid, if anyone bullies her again, I will take your Mingjiao.
"
Yang Xiao nodded awkwardly: "Don't worry, Young Master Jiang, Yang Xiao will do as you are told."
It's impossible not to do as you are told. This guy is both good and evil, and he does things casually. God knows if he will really kill Guangmingding.