Chapter 4 Searching for Swords in the Black Market
Chang Shisan's identity as an ordinary martial arts student has a long-lost feeling.
Before Shi San took over the Tianyun Mountain Sect, he was very much like Tang Shaoan now. He lived a simple and natural life without many worries.
I was often punished by my master for making mistakes. Now when I think about the past, I only feel empty sighs.
Ever since he sat in the position of gang leader, he has been like a wall, trying to keep danger away from Tianyun Mountain at all times.
When people are at high places, they must bear their weight. The world is complicated and people's hearts are sinister. Chang Shisan, who is still young, has to keep his body cold.
Break through physical limits and reach the peak of the martial arts world. Enforce strict rules and regulations to bring order to the gang.
Thirteen has endured too many things that his age should not be able to bear. He has become calm and sophisticated, and has become fearsome to evil people.
The free and easy feeling in my heart is deeply hidden, and sometimes even I can't tell which side is my true heart.
It was Shaoan, this naughty younger brother, who awakened the increasingly distorted Chang Shisan.
Thirteen finds a balance between these two contradictory personalities.
The moment when he hides his identity is the time he enjoys the most, and it is also the time when he finds his original self.
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"Brother Thirteen, this thief belongs to me, keep it for me!"
"Come over and grab it from me if you can!"
Thirteen chased in front, Shaoan followed closely behind.
The streets are full of small stalls, and with the crowds of people coming and going, it is really not easy to chase a thief who is familiar with the streets and alleys here.
Not to mention Qinggong, there is nowhere to use it. If you are not careful, you will lose people.
"Brother Thirteen, why don't you chase me?" Shaoan caught up from behind.
"I lost you." Thirteen took out a fan and fanned himself.
Although the temperature is not high, the wind can only move a small leaf of the tree.
After chasing for such a long distance, there were beads of sweat on Thirteen's face.
Shaoan grabbed the fan and started fanning himself. "I don't believe it. We brothers haven't been able to catch a single thief."
"Difficult!" Thirteen obviously lost his patience.
Such a shrewd thief is definitely a habitual offender. He is familiar with the road and has already planned how to escape unscathed.
And if he dares to steal in the black market, he has already said hello to Black Jiu, and he may have given Black Jiu a lot of money.
"Brother Thirteen, how much money do you still have on you?"
"Fifty taels."
Shaoan usually does all the paying when the two of them go out, and Shaoan is Shisan's little housekeeper. So Shisan naturally doesn't have much money on him.
Fifty taels cannot buy anything good on the black market.
"Then we can only survive and eat." Shaoan was discouraged, and a black market shopping plan went bankrupt.
"Let's go have a drink with my brother!" Thirteen was very interested. People who are relaxed and at ease have different spirits.
As soon as he heard the word "drink", Shao An couldn't help but tremble in his heart.
"Drink? No, my knee still hurts."
Thirteen couldn't help but smile, this kid really has a long memory.
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In the black market, the restaurant that looks the most magnificent is called "Zuirenjian". The dishes inside are a collection of famous dishes from all over the world, and the cooking is quite authentic.
"Zuirenjian" is Mrs. Wang's store sign. It can be found everywhere and its reputation is huge.
Mrs. Wang is an out-and-out businesswoman and a truly smart person. She is an extraordinary woman who can move among the powerful and powerful with ease.
"You two gentlemen, please come in." When the waiter saw Shisan and Shaoan approaching, he immediately stepped forward to greet them with a smile.
The magnificent restaurant is not a place for ordinary people to eat. A sumptuous meal costs at least twenty or thirty taels of silver.
The tables and benches are exquisitely made, and the layout of the restaurant is very particular. There are constant guests, all of whom are powerful and wealthy people.
What Mrs. Wang does is to do business with the rich. Cooking a fancy banquet for the rich can make much more money than entertaining dozens of diners.
Thirteen and Shaoan sat down at a table in the corner and ordered a few special dishes. Of course, they couldn't eat and drink too much. After all, they only had fifty taels of silver left and they were very tight.
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"Little Er, good wine and good food, come up quickly!" A bearded man walked in with a roar, holding a long cloth bag in his hand, which obviously looked like a sword.
Shaoan rubbed his eyes and stared at the man. "Brother Thirteen, I have seen this man before."
The more Shaoan looked at him, the more familiar he looked. After some recollection, he finally determined that this man had appeared in the inn where he lost his sword.
If you appear on the black market at this time, the cloth bag will most likely contain the Zhanqing Sword.
"Try to get that bag." Thirteenth said while eating the food.
Such a large-scale restaurant is the first of its kind in the black market. A store of this level must have given Black Dove enough benefits.
If something goes wrong in the restaurant, Black Dove will not ignore it.
"Brother Thirteen, I'm going to treat the other person the same way he was treated." Shaoan thought about it and decided to quietly take back the Zhanqing Sword.
The bearded man drank wine and ate vegetables alone, making the plates and bowls clink.
"Oh, brother! I haven't seen you for so many years. I miss you, brother." Shaoan came up to the bearded man and hugged him shoulder to shoulder.
The man looked surprised. He was wearing a mask, so it was impossible to tell what he looked like. He had no idea who he was.
"Brother, you gave me a generous gift last time, how could I not prepare a generous gift for you in return?" With that said, Shaoan took out Shisan's fan and stuffed it into the man's hand.
Shaoan fanned himself with Thirteen's fan and inserted it into his waist. This man doubted Shaoan's identity, so using something to lure him was the best way to deal with him.
How many thieves are not tempted by a good thing?
This trick is easy to use, but Shisan’s fan is considered to be inserted into it.
This is Thirteen's treasure. Even if the fan can be taken back in the end, it cannot be washed clean by the dirty hands of such a scumbag.
Thirteen looked at the man playing with the mutton-fat jade fan pendant fiercely, and the chopsticks in his hand were so angry that they were broken.
"Fourteen, if you kid can't handle him, I'll give you a good look." Thirteen complained in his heart.
This man also knows the goods. Judging from the quality of the mutton-fat jade, it is definitely of high quality and will definitely sell for a good price.
"Look at my brain, I didn't recognize my brother. So I accepted this gift." The man was so happy for this gift that he didn't care whether he knew him or not. He was already happy.
Shaoan reached into his arms and touched it gently, then poured the man a glass of wine.
After a while, the man fell into a daze, fell down on the table, and fell asleep.
Thirteen looked at him and said, "Oh, this kid really treats others in his own way."
Shaoan is a master of poisoning. Although he is not a first-rate master in martial arts, he is a first-rate person.
The use of poison has been considered an unjust way since ancient times. Shaoan has always done justice in this way.
When decent martial arts are used to do evil, it is the ultimate evil. When poison is used for justice, it is the ultimate good.
Shaoan dipped his fingers into his arms to pick up the sweat medicine, and took advantage of the opportunity of pouring the wine to apply the medicine on the man's wine glass.
Shaoan got the cloth bag easily.
With a blink of an eye, Shaoan was proud of his superb acting skills.
After untying the bag, Shaoan frowned, and the pride on his face suddenly froze.
Shaoan originally thought that the sword Zhanqing had been lost, but unexpectedly, the sword in the bag was not Zhanqing at all.
At this moment, Black Jiu had arrived at Zui Renjian Restaurant.