The people of Qingshan Town, located in the mountains but far away from the rivers and lakes, are still living a happy life, unaware that a heavy rain is coming outside the mountains.
However, even though they were in a ravine with little information, Wei Changpan and Qian Erye could still learn about the current situation of Songfeng Mountain from the flying pigeons that came and went from Yanyu Tower every half a day.
"Master, is there any news about the Yanyu Building?" He stepped into the threshold of Mr. Qian's house with one foot. He was familiar with the house and the roads. He also said hello to the concubine in the third room who happened to pass by, "Good morning, little master wife."
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In the courtyard of Qian's house, Mr. Qian was stabbing with a gun. Hearing the cheerful and energetic words, he withdrew his gun:
"You kid, don't even look at this. How many times in the past three days have you come to ask if there is a letter from Yanyulou? How come you, a big boss, think about this all day long, and a hero is short of breath? How many acupuncture points on the second floor are open?
?Don’t forget that the bride’s martial arts level will be higher than yours. If it comes to the night of flowers and candles in the wedding room, no matter who you are, you will..."
Wei Changpan, who had grown rapidly in stature, could not hide his helplessness even if he lowered his head.
Mr. Qian's whole body trembled when his voice sounded obscene, and most of the beads of sweat on his bare arms flew out. He inserted the big mountain gun in his hand into the gun stand, "I heard that Yanyu Lou Nizi has been through this.
You've been doing well in two years, don't you feel itchy?" Qian Erye said, not being a teacher and leading by example.
"Don't you just count on the letters that come once every half a day?" The apprentice quickly brought a pot of herbal tea and looked at the master who raised his head and poured it down. "On such a large piece of silk, most of it is written about Songfeng Mountain.
The movements, Zhaoer's handwriting is no bigger than a palm." The young man looked sad.
"We haven't even gotten married yet, but we're just calling each other Zhao'er. You're so thick-skinned." Mr. Qian made a weird face and poked his face with his fingers.
The marriage between the daughter of the owner of the Misty Rain Building and a third-generation disciple of the Zhang Family Gun is almost a half-open secret in the Jianghu world. Wei Changpan, as the son-in-law of the Master of the Yanyu Building, is somewhat famous in the Jiangzhou world, but it makes the masters in Qingshan Town
None of the disciples expected it.
According to the conjecture of the older generation of Jianghu people, if Yanyulou wants to recruit strong support through the marriage of his daughter, Huizhou and Suzhou next to Jiangzhou are far better choices than the Zhang family gun. The Jianghu sects in these two states have far more power than just starting
One Zhang family gun. Zhang Wu alone can support one Zhang family gun. But after all, it is difficult to support a tree alone. If something happens to Zhang Wu unfortunately... He can't even hold up a five-story martial artist.
The Zhang family only has to drag
Yanyulou's ability to hold back, not to mention his effectiveness in providing help in times of need.
The owner of Yanyu Tower, Yu Cheng, has always been known for his unique vision. When he was an ordinary disciple of Yanyu Tower in his early years, he could only afford a monthly donation of more than one tael. There are rumors in the world that Yu Cheng, the owner of Yanyu Tower, came to Li in the afternoon one day.
I was wandering around the county street when I came across a second-hand book shop that was about to close down. I don’t know why this guy who couldn’t read at that time accidentally went in and browsed through it. I couldn’t put it down and fell in love with one of the ancient books, so I asked the shopkeeper for a price.
Intending to buy.
The bookstore owner at that time was not very discerning, but seeing his expression, he guessed that he liked the book very much, so he simply offered a high price: twenty taels of silver.
This amount of money would naturally be considered a drop in the bucket by the future owner of the Yanyu Tower, but for the third-class disciples of the Yanyu Tower at that time, the annual support was only a dozen taels, which was already a quite shocking amount.
The bookstore owner insisted that the book would not be sold unless it was twenty taels of silver. No matter how hard Yu Cheng tried, he could not move his tongue. In desperation, the ambition of the owner of Yanyu Building was clearly revealed. In addition to borrowing money from a few close colleagues around him,
, he also went to the pawn shop and sold a knife that was a relic of the Yanyulou disciple who had saved his life, so that he could finally scrape together the twenty taels of silver to buy the book.
Several other Yanyulou disciples who lived next to him heard that this fool actually spent twenty taels of silver to buy a useless book, and they all mocked Yu Cheng in every possible way. Who would have thought that the ugly-looking book was actually a martial arts book?
The detailed experiences of predecessors? The words in the book also elevate the original foundation of martial arts in Yanyulou?
It is said that the first thing this ruthless and ruthless contemporary owner of Yanyu Tower did after exchanging his injuries for his life with the previous owner was not to eradicate the remaining members of his predecessor. Instead, he sent his confidants to look for the former bookstore owner and collect the mountains of money.
It was delivered to the door of the shopkeeper who had returned to the countryside to retire, saying that a drop of kindness would be repaid by a spring.
Perhaps it was a coincidence that there were bandits circling around the bookstore shopkeeper's retirement home. The old shopkeeper Yinqian was overjoyed to receive such a windfall. On the eve of his family moving into the county town, I don't know where he heard the bandits.
He heard the news and came to the door before he ran away. Naturally, he wanted the money.
This group of thieves are all characters who seek wealth without risking their lives. If the old shopkeeper obediently handed over the silver coins on hand, he might be able to survive the rest of his life with luck. But I don’t know whether it is because he is obsessed with money or because he is really reluctant to part with that staggering amount of money. The old shopkeeper
Facing those few people holding bright lights
The robber who was wielding the knife was still not afraid, holding on to a considerable amount of money and refusing to let go.
The old shopkeeper died in a rather dramatic way. The bandit leader stuffed a whole ingot of silver into his mouth and promised that every ingot of silver he swallowed would belong to him. In the end, the old shopkeeper, who had been greedy for money all his life, swallowed enough silver.
After having more than ten ingots of silver, he "died from abdominal fissure". His abdomen was burst alive by the silver, and his intestines flowed all over the floor.
As for these bandits, after they were hunted down by the famous disciples of Yanyu Tower, they were rewarded with silver for the heads of the bandits suppressed by the Yao government, and the money that Yu Cheng, the owner of Yanyu Tower, originally sent out, was brought back.
In other words, Yanyulou's money changed hands twice and then returned to his own sect's pocket with some extra money.
Wei Changpan also saw something unusual about his future father-in-law from the letters from Yanyulou in the past two years. It seemed that Yanyulou was always at a disadvantage and was helpless in the face of Songfeng Mountain's invasion of the family's property, but in fact, it preserved it to the greatest extent.
The speed at which the property under the name of Yanyulou returns money to the sect can also be seen from this, and we can also see how the Songfengshan ticket bank's move to stop redemptions had such a huge impact on the entire sect that even the silver stored in the silver cellar on the island in the middle of the lake was even
It is not enough to pay the disciples’ offerings in three months.
Everyone, including Songfengshan, was speculating on what Yu Cheng wanted to do.
The plan that the owner of Yanyu Tower is brewing is obviously beyond what Wei Changpan can guess. At this moment, all he can do is to take the silk that still carries the fragrance of the beauty from the hands of his master Qian Erye, and read it word for word like a treasure.
Chew up the thoughts of the distant beauty, swallow them, and then savor them carefully.
A young man from Qingshan Town eagerly awaits the swan geese coming from north to south.