Lincheng Huamo Chapter 55: Listening to the Rain Sword Master
I really can't understand, I can't understand, that in this world, there are still business people who are not greedy for money.
Zhong Xihou repeatedly destroyed the inn and lost money again and again, but he was helpless. After being teased by Yan Hude several times, he couldn't hold it in anymore, so he went directly to the shopkeeper to negotiate to buy the five-story inn. But it was Zhong Xihou who was stunned.
How to bid, the middle-aged bearded man was indifferent, just fiddling with his abacus, telling Marquis Zhong Xi how much money he should pay this time.
At dawn, before noon, the lord of the city was kicked out of the inn by a merchant.
In a fit of anger, Zhong Xihou was ready to buy a big house in Jinling City. However, Zhong Xihou had a bad habit of not taking money with him when he went out. It was the same this time. After thinking about it again and again, he returned to Qutianqin to live with Zangyan.
After entering the restaurant, I went to find Qu Tianqin first.
Before they entered the house, they were told that Miss Qu had gone out for a parade, and that Qin Ji and Dance Girl were also taken out together.
Zhong Xihou couldn't help but touch his chin. The change of expression on his dark face was quite interesting. Would Qu Tianqin take the two of them out for a parade? I always felt that it was the saying of the Central Plains people that there must be monsters when things happen.
Then, he dropped a few coins and went out.
Zhong Xihou found three people in a jewelry store. He had not seen them for some time. Although Qu Tianqin, a little girl from the West, had not lost her wild spirit and was still arrogant, she changed into Hanfu, put on makeup and rouge, and turned out to be the same as the girl from Jiangnan.
She is usually shy and cute. But when she saw the person coming was Zhong Xihou, her true colors immediately appeared. She was obviously wearing a skirt, but she instinctively knelt down on one knee and almost fell to the ground. It made the waiters suppress their laughter, which was even more interesting.
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The dancing girl who was drinking tea at the table laughed mercilessly, and the sarcasm made the smell of gunpowder permeate and thick. However, Qinji couldn't help frowning when she saw Sister Zangyan and the crazy girl from the West getting into trouble again.
Zhong Xihou did not look directly at Zang Yan. No one could know that Xisha Aohu, one of the thirteen fiercest men in the world, was heartbeating so fast that it seemed as if it was about to jump out of his chest.
Zhong Xihou followed Qu Tianqin to the inner room. He looked at Qu Tianqin carefully and then looked around at the jewelry store that ranked first in Jinling. It was very organized. It seemed that those gentlemen had trained Qu Tianqin well.
Can.
How did Zhong Xihou know that Qu Tianqin had never done anything serious except an abacus and a lot of blue ledgers?
Qu Tianqin's big eyes stared straight at Zhong Xihou, which made Zhong Xihou not know what to say.
Marquis Zhong Xi felt uncomfortable being stared at, so he coughed a few times, stood up, walked a few steps, and said slowly: "Have you gotten used to the habits of the Central Plains people lately?"
"Except for the fact that I'm not used to eating rice, everything else is fine. Mr. Hou, this is..."
Zhong Xihou was chirping and preparing to prevaricate, but Yan Hudelang was outside the door at some unknown time. He didn't knock on the door and just pushed it open and entered.
This man was merciless and didn't give any face. He simply said: "Master Hou is short of money..."
Now it's funny, one of them looked at a loss, and the other one's dark face was actually a little red.
Marquis Zhong Xi glared, but Yan Hude had a naughty smile on his face. What happened to Xiaoliang today? In the past, he acted like a slave to outsiders, but now he doesn't even give himself any room to make concessions. Could it be that he has stayed in Jinling for a long time?
People have changed too?
Yan Hudeliang sat down on the mahogany chair and poured tea. The tea flowing out of the purple clay pot was red and bright, which he had never seen before. Yan Hude filled a cup of tea for himself and took a careful sip with an expression on his face.
It has not changed, but it is praised: "The taste is sweet and special, I have never tasted it before."
Zhong Xihou was also curious, so he filled a cup for himself, took a sip, and opened his eyes wide. He didn't like tea, but this taste was special. He drank the tea in one gulp, and the aftertaste lingered in his mouth for a long time. When Qu Tianqin saw that Zhong Xihou, who didn't like to drink tea in the past, also liked this tea, he immediately made people drink it again.
Marquis Zhongxi and Yan Hude were also amused. They were so intoxicated with the fragrance of tea that they forgot the purpose of their visit.
When the sky got dark, Qu Tianqin asked people to prepare wine and food. Only then did Zhong Xihou remember the purpose.
"Tianqin, how much money does Mani Shangpin have?"
Now Qu Tianqin believed Yan Hude's first words, and turned to look at Yan Hude Liang, who was leaning on the chair and fell asleep.
"The cash is about two thousand taels, and the rest is deposited at Baotong Trading Co., Ltd. and Tongqianming Bank. As much as the Marquis needs, Tian Qin will send someone to exchange it immediately tomorrow morning."
How much silver does a house as big as eleven cost? People like Zhong Xihou don't have much idea about money, so he had to ask Qu Tianqin: "Tianqin, how much silver does a house like the Jinling Palace cost?"
Qu Tianqin was really dumbfounded and replied tremblingly: "Master Hou, it's better not to think about it."
Zhong Xihou frowned, what did he mean by this? Although his palace in the Evernight City was not as big as King Jinling's Forbidden City, in terms of quality, it would not be inferior at all. Qu Tianqin understood Zhong Xihou's doubts and answered: "The Forbidden City of King Jinling covers an area of about 900 acres. It is said that it occupied more than 1,500 acres during the previous dynasty.
For the sake of the imperial capital’s reputation, a lot of it was demolished. It’s surprising that there are only more than 900 acres left. That’s a city, not a house! There is no such big house, let alone one, and no one dares to buy it.”
"Could it be that I can't afford it?"
"It's not that I can't afford it, but I don't dare to buy it. Don't say that there are only two Forbidden City in the world. Just our City Lord's Mansion in the West, I'm afraid there are only one or two in the world."
Zhong Xihou became a little curious and asked: "Tianqin, how big is the palace of my Xidi City Lord?"
Qu Tianqin blinked, frowned, made an estimate, and said, "About four hundred acres of land."
"It's only so big?" Zhong Xihou was a little depressed. He felt that his city lord's mansion was quite good. Even though he had lived there for more than thirty years, he still couldn't figure out what buildings there were. "It's strange, I didn't think he What’s the difference in size between King Jinling’s Forbidden City and my City Lord’s Palace?”
"Master Marquis, have you only been to the East Palace and the Imperial Garden? It is said that the Forbidden City once had ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine and a half rooms. Such a city is no longer a matter of money and power. A house, Who dares to compete with the Emperor of Daye? What’s more, the Marquis is the lord of the Western Land, and when he buys a house in another city, he wants to compete with the Emperor of Daye, the king of a foreign land. How can this make..."
Zhong Xihou nodded and smiled slightly. He never expected that within less than two months of coming to Jinling and less than ten days of leaving him, this little girl would have already learned so far, which was pretty good. Similarly, the little girl also forgot that she was the leader of a city. Lord, there are only two Forbidden cities in the world. How could I be so stupid and clamor like an ignorant child to build one?
Qu Tianqin rolled his eyes, as if he had thought of something, and he and the child who picked the toy said happily: "Master Marquis, why not do this? There is a wealthy family in the south of the city named Li, and he has a lot of real estate under his name. Why don't you come over and get a big house?" Staying temporarily.”
"Dian?"
"Come here to get the house. It's a big house with three entrances and three exits. It only costs a few hundred taels to live in it for ten years."
"Tian Qin, do you want to rent a house alone? How is that different from an inn?"
Zhong Xihou was obviously dissatisfied, and Qu Tianqin was also a little helpless, so he had to explain: "Pawning a house is different from renting a house. If the Marquis pawns the house of Li Dahu, the house will belong to the Marquis for the next ten years..."
"No, it's still the same as renting. The lord of a lonely city spends some money to buy a house in Jinling. Who dares to talk about it?"
Qu Tianqin had no choice but to step back and answer: "With eight rooms on the front, on the fifth floor, the Yimen leads into the hall, and the residence in the Huating Xiaoyuan is satisfactory to the Marquis?"
"How many?"
"About one thousand five hundred taels."
Zhong Xihou frowned, stood up, and took a few steps back and forth, as if he had made a decision: "In this case, Tian Qin, you can help me go and have a look after dinner. Is a house worth ten thousand taels for sale in Jinling City? Yes.
Everything is fine, there is no need for any earth-shaking renovations.”
Qu Tianqin's eyes widened, as if he didn't know what to say. Zhong Xihou added: "Don't forget to give Gu Bei a martial arts training ground the size of an acre of land."
A little girl came into the room, respectfully and without fear, and reported: "Back to Qu Niang, the wall in the lobby dedicated to the God of Wealth has been scratched twice. It was fine before the meal, and no one was watching it for a moment.
Then it appeared.”
Zhong Xihou frowned slightly, someone made two big holes in the wall?
Qu Tianqin followed Zhong Xihou to see the big hole. Yan Hudelang woke up at some point and followed him.
When Zhong Xihou arrived at the lobby, he saw Qin Ji huddled in Zang Yan's arms, shivering, but the red-haired dancer still looked arrogant.
Zhong Xihou stopped talking and ignored it for the time being, looking at the two large holes in the wall.
Marquis Zhongxi and Yan Hude may be curious about the two big holes. What Qu Tianqin cares about is choosing a house for Marquis Zhongxi. With a house of ten thousand taels, where can she find such a house for Marquis Zhongxi?
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Zhong Xihou stared at the sword energy on the wall. The sword energy that can create such scars means that the swordsman is not only extraordinary in swordsmanship, but the sword in his hand must also be a famous brand. "Xiao Liang, do you know that Yin
The emperor once sent people to pursue the thirteen swordsmen in the world."
"General Han of the Seven-Star Sword is his general, and the Mo family of the Passionate Mo Yujian is the son-in-law of Lord Zhu of Lincheng. The owner of the Wuyu Sword is the lord of the city that never sleeps, so what kind of famous sword does he want?"
"I have made some guesses, but I don't care. At least, he can't control Wu Yujian. Xiaoliang, how can you eliminate your resentment?"
"I don't hate, what I want to do is to revive the three kingdoms." Yanhu Deliang also looked at the sword energy on the wall. The swordsman's technique was very similar to Zhongxihou's. "Master Hou, this man is an old friend.
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"It is indeed an old friend. He is telling me that he is coming."
"Now that an old friend is here, how will the Marquis entertain him?"
Zhong Xihou drew out his sword. He flicked the sword with his middle finger and made a clear sound: "Xiaoliang, is the sound clear?"
"Dancing Sword"
The sound should be like the sound of wind, passing through the ears like silk, but today the sound is like the wind carrying dust." Yan Hude put his hand on the sword, "Master Hou, your sword?"
"Some people said that this sword will be broken, and I believe it. Some people said that this sword has been broken before, and it is a death sword. I have never asked her, but the end is really coming. Now, what will happen to Wu Yu?
It's hard to explain." Zhong Xihou put the sword back into its sheath again, "This sword has been with me for more than twenty years, and it's time to let it rest." He took off the sword from his waist and rummaged around the room.
After searching westward, I finally found a broken wooden box, which I used as a sword box and put it in gently.
"Is the Marquis Zhongxi still the Marquis of Zhongxi without the Wu Sword?"
"The big insect has had its teeth pulled out, but it still has claws."
"Then will the Marquis go to meet the owner of Tingyujian?"
"Now that we are here, there is no reason why we should not see you." Zhong Xihou who said this was extremely free and easy, just like a hero in a villain's book, traveling alone for thousands of miles without leaving a name. But soon, he asked again, "Xiao Liang"
, can you find Quan Zhen Chun Qiu?"
The meaning of Zhong Xihou's words was obviously obvious. Yanhu Deliang also looked embarrassed and did not want to pay attention to the West City Lord.
Qu Tianqin was a little puzzled. After Zhong Xihou left, he asked Yan Hude: "Wolf bastard, why did the Marquis have to find that Quan Zhen Chun Qiu?"
Yan Hude didn't care what Qu Tianqin called him. He chuckled and said, "Of course you don't know that Mr. Hou has many abilities, among which boxing ranks second."
When Qu Tianqin thought about it, he was right. A great swordsman of a generation, even without his sword, should still be a peerless master.
Lincheng's power is not the largest among the twelve cities, and its wealth is not as good as that of the Western City that never sleeps. But when it comes to the variety of people in the city, it is really not comparable to other cities.
Among the people in Lincheng, there are rich people who have leftovers for three meals a day, and there are poor people who can only eat porridge all year round. There are chivalrous people who maintain peace, and there are sinners who commit all kinds of evil. Bizarre things, all opposites coexist in Lincheng.
Zhongxihou is wearing the clothes of a scholar. If you don’t look at his face, he must be someone who reads books about sages. What’s interesting is that he just wears clothes that don’t match his aura, but why is Pianpian Zhongxihou so dark?
She doesn't need to wear night clothes at night, so Pianpian has to choose a dress that is as clear as snow. The contrast is interesting and a bit funny.
Although Zhong Xihou has changed his outfit, apart from being slightly funny, one can still see the hidden murderous and domineering spirit.
"There is fine wine in Bamboo Leaf Green, but no one knows that the tea with the same name is also top-grade." Zhu Jiannan put down the porcelain cup. This time, the Xindu man sat with him. There was the Xindu sacred object by his side.
That big iron sword.
"Being able to drink tea with the crown prince is considered a blessing."
"But I don't know how many more times this opportunity will come."
“Since you don’t know if there will be another time after this time, why not cherish it?”
"The autumn leaves have fallen and the flowers have bloomed next year. Who will return them?"
These people were also more or less curious and wanted to ask but gave up. Zhong Xihou was a swordsman and a swordsman who wore a famous sword. If that was the case, why didn't he have that famous sword hanging around his waist on this day?
"How many spring breezes do flowers bloom and fall? Flowers bloom and fall and people remain the same as before? These are all literati asking for trouble. Well, today I will fulfill my promise to the crown prince." Zhu Jiannan stared at the man, and promised, which one is it?
Promise? "Can we find the young prince?"
"What the city lord means is that the city lord has decided to teach Yinuo swordsmanship?"
"This person and I are at odds with each other, and we are separated from each other. It is inevitable that stones will strike each other and each will wear away its edges."
"Then what does the city lord plan to do?"
Zhong Xihou stared at the big man next to Zhu Jianying, and the Xindu man also raised his head to look at the West City Lord.
"I don't understand. Since there are so many masters in Yi Shuihan, why not let this master in Yi Shuihan be the sharpening stone?"
"It's just that this sword is so dazzling that these whetstones dare not touch it."
"Once a horse becomes delicate, it starts to pick on the saddle. Gu never thinks that there is anyone in the world whose swordsmanship is better than Gu's, but this man, Gu dare not say that his swordsmanship is better than his own."
"Is there really such a person?" Zhu Jiannan rolled his eyes, and several names flashed through his mind, all of which were masters of contemporary swordsmanship. Finally, he secretly shook his head. It is impossible for these people to have such a relationship with Zhong Xihou.
"A long time ago, there was another sword like the Wuyu Sword, named Tingyu. And this person is the current Tingyu Sword Master."
"Listen to the Rain Sword, Lord?"
As time goes by, autumn comes with sadness, and the wind blows in the Xisha Islands and the wind dances.
The uncertainties have not yet been resolved. On what night of spring, it is hard to smell the snow in the east and listen to the rain in the sky.
The world and the rivers and lakes change every three years and every five years, and every ten years is a cycle of renewal. The era of Zhong Nanyan has passed far, far away, so where is the glory of the era of Tingyu Sword Master?