I am cultivating an immortal in the game arena

Chapter 41
In the middle of Baima Street, there is a small old building that combines Chinese and Western styles. It is more than ten meters high. The words "official-made" and "antique" can be vaguely seen on the building.

The cornice boards, brick carvings, plaques, etc. are all full of simplicity, and there is also a brand-new bronze plaque hanging on the wall [Protected Unit by the State Administration of Cultural Heritage]

An out-of-place red plastic signboard hangs above the entrance hall, with the words "Tongqing Hotel" written in yellow letters on it. No matter how you look at it, it gives off a strong sense of cheapness.

Even the [Youth Hostel] I saw when I came here was higher-end than this.

Zhang Jun looked at the windows on the second floor, the 80s-style Sifangge glass windows, and the rusty iron rods behind the glass, and instantly felt the urge to turn around and leave.

I'm not particularly picky about the environment, but this place doesn't look like a serious hotel.

After a second thought, he turned around and walked towards the door.

After all... it's all here.

Just take a look at it before talking. The old Taoist priest pointed out this place to him, and he always wanted to see what was different.

Stepping through the door with one foot, the lights in the lobby on the first floor were not turned on, so when walking in from the outside, the vision was a little blurry.

Zhang Jun blinked and took a closer look. He was immediately attracted by the old furnishings in front of him.

The interior is decorated in an antique style, not the imitation of modern goods, but authentic old items. The patina on the counter is shiny and thick, and I don’t know how many people rubbed it in slowly.

The cement tiles under the feet are sparkling, and the four tiles are spliced ​​into a circular pattern, with an Overlord flower in the middle.

The pattern is spliced ​​together in seven colors: vermilion, orange, blue, brown, red, white, cyan, and purple. The contours are clearly visible and the three-dimensional effect is full.

He didn't know much about antiques, but he had a lot of antique calligraphy and paintings at home. His grandfather, who rarely appeared in public, was well-known in the local antique circle.

Even if you can't tell the origin, you can tell that the things here are all old objects. Not only are they old, but they are also high-quality.

"Young man, are you staying in a hotel, or..."

The boss in front of the counter had been staring at Zhang Jun for a while. Seeing Zhang Jun standing in front of the door motionless, he took off his reading glasses and asked.

"I'm staying in a hotel, what kind of rooms are there?"

Zhang Jun walked to the counter and asked.

"There are only two types, a double bed room and a twin bed room."

"Then let's take the double bed room."

"100 yuan a day and a deposit of [-] yuan. How long will you stay?"

"Ten days."

Zhang Jun saw the payment code on the counter and was about to take out his mobile phone to scan the code, but the boss of the counter suddenly covered the payment code with his hand: "Young man, do you have any cash?"

Zhang Jun was stunned for a moment and nodded.

Hearing this, the boss narrowed his eyes and grinned, revealing his big yellow teeth: "Eight hundred in cash."

Zhang Jun didn't ask any questions after hearing this, and directly took out the cash and gave it to the old man.

"Okay, let's register the young man."

The boss took out the register and pen and handed it to Zhang Jun. Zhang Jun glanced at it and found that there were not many people on it. There were only a few people in the distance, so he took a cautious look and opened the register to the next page. page and write your message on the first line.

"Second floor, room 13, here is the key."

The boss took out a key and handed it to Zhang Jun. The key was so small that it looked like the key to an old-fashioned padlock.

Zhang Jun took the key and was about to go upstairs. At this time, the boss called Zhang Jun: "By the way, young man, do you live in Hezi?"

"Zygote?"

Zhang Jun didn't understand. When the boss saw this, he waved his hand and said it was okay.

Zhang Jun didn't think much, so he took the key and went upstairs. Just as he walked up the stairs, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

He glanced back at the steps behind him, raised his eyebrows slightly, then took the key and continued walking to the second floor.

There are only thirteen rooms on the second floor. The wooden floors creak when you step on them. It is obvious that some of the joints have become loose due to the age.

Looking at the house number of the room, Zhang Jun saw that it was really an old-fashioned padlock.

A thief with a little bit of skill can break open a hair.

However, looking at the decoration inside, it was old but not dirty, which made him somewhat expectant.

"Crack!"

Unlocking the door, Zhang Jun opened the door. The room was quite large, with an old-fashioned canopy bed covered with brand-new bedding. In addition, there was only a table and a Taishi chair.

Typical Chinese style.

To his surprise, there was a gramophone placed on the small table in the corner.

This is a good thing. Speaking of music, it is one of his few hobbies. He spent 80 to buy the set of speakers in the apartment.

That's just to make ends meet. I also have a 160 million Supreme Utopia at home.

It’s just that since I got sick, I haven’t calmed down to listen to music for a long, long time.

A closer look revealed that the gramophone was in good condition, but the pin corners were broken. It was not that easy to repair this thing.

It makes Zhang Jun slightly regretful, otherwise in such a house with a sense of time, accompanied by an original record, it would be really...

As he was thinking about it, Zhang Jun suddenly remembered what his boss had just said.

There was always a weird feeling in my heart, so I locked the door, took out my phone and pressed Fatty's call.

Soon, I heard Fatty's excited voice coming from the other end of the phone: "Brother, I was just about to call you. Your call has already come. You are now more intelligent than a living god."

"Stop talking nonsense, what are you doing?"

"Yesterday, didn't you entrust me to find some old medicinal materials? Hey, guess what, I just came home and heard that there was a pharmacy for sale. That pharmacy has been there for decades, and the medicines in it are all good and genuine medicines. .”

Zhang Jun heard this and said calmly: "Are you sure?"

"Sure, if there's something wrong with something, you can break my dog ​​legs."

"Okay, as long as the stuff is genuine, I want all of their medicines. I have one more thing to do, what is closing."

"Monk?"

“What merges together, what is above is above.”

"Close up!"

Fatty Li on the other end of the phone was stunned when he heard this, and said with a strange expression: "Brother, you have entered a den of thieves."

Zhang Jun's heart skipped a beat: "What do you mean?" "This is a jargon in the Spring Code. It's a question about which path you are on. If you can't answer, he will definitely stop asking, where are you? ? "

Fatty Li's voice was a little anxious, and those who didn't know really thought he cared about Zhang Jun.

"It's a hotel. I'll send you the address later. You can bring all the medicine you've collected and help me explore the hotel."

"Okay! I'll be there soon."

When Fatty Li heard that it was something he was good at, plus the purchased medicinal materials, it would be a large sum of money to send over. How could he not be active?

After Zhang Jun hung up the phone, he looked at the room and felt more and more that this hotel was a bit interesting.

Fatty Li arrived very quickly. He didn't have to wait too long before he rushed over on a shared bicycle.

When he came to the room, as soon as he entered the door, the fat man handed a particularly large backpack to Zhang Jun: "Brother Zhang, why did you remember to live in this place?"

"Something happened over there in the apartment. I don't want to live there anymore. I want a change of environment and a change of mood."

Zhang Jun opened his backpack casually, and a strong scent of medicine hit him. Zhang Jun took a deep breath and knew immediately that these medicines were genuine old medicines.

He picked up a stick of Rehmannia glutinosa and put it under his nose and took a sip: "The stuff is good."

"Of course, these are all good things."

After Fatty Li finished speaking, he looked around and lowered his voice: "Brother, I am not talking about this place. I have never been to this place, but I heard my grandpa say before that this horse market used to be visited by low-life people." Place, if you have nothing to do, you might as well change to another place."

"Despicable?"

"Oh, I'm not scolding you. What I mean is that the lower classes in the world include all kinds of people, as well as the eight outer sects. To put it bluntly, it's a gathering place for people with rivers and lakes, and the water inside is not shallow."

The fat man didn't actually explain, and Zhang Jun knew he wasn't swearing.

But as soon as this guy talked about himself, he became interested.

"Tell me."

He pointed to the chair beside him and sat down leisurely, letting the fat man talk to him about the secrets inside.

Fatty Li saw that Zhang Jun was interested, so he simply sat down and gave him a good introduction to science.

Needless to say, it is too general to say that it is a low-spirited person. Now, it cannot be said that all people are a low-minded person.

So to be precise, it is still diverse.

The golden skin is hung with colors, and the judging panel adjusts the willow trees.

But these are all formal trades, and there is no need to be so careful.

The key point is the outer eight sects, which are the truly feared professions.

Bee, hemp, swallow, sparrow, flower, orchid, kudzu, rong,.

Bees are liars and hemps are lone wolves.

Yan is a member of the "Xianrentiao" who uses women to defraud money.

Que is a gang of gangsters who commit murder, arson, fraud, robbery, loan sharking, and other bad things.

Huamen, also known as Qianmen, refers to professional gamblers who are good at gambling cheating methods.

Lan is the robber and thieves who dominate the mountain.

Rong is a thief and pickpocket who commits mobile crimes.

Ge is a killer who pays for his life.

Of course, most of these businesses have been wiped out long ago. After all, times have changed, and the Sky Eye camera is no joke.

But Fatty Li knows that Jianghu is like the dark web on the Internet today.

Even the gadgets on the dark web are leftover from their ancestors’ games.

Take the last time I went to the black market as an example, the water inside was very deep.

So don’t touch it if you can. As his father said, you don’t know some things as ordinary people, and you won’t be able to touch them in your life. But as long as you encounter them once, this kind of thing will happen one after another in the future. Come to the door.

"So that's it, hey! This is really interesting."

Not only did Zhang Jun not leave, but he was looking forward to this hotel more and more.

"Let's go, it's getting late. Let's go have a meal first. You'll stay here tonight. Let me dig out the bottom of the inn first."

"This……"

The fat man had a sad face. Before he could refuse, he heard the buzzing sound of his cell phone. He picked it up and saw that 10 yuan had been deposited in his account.

Looking at the figures that arrived, Fatty Li swallowed his words and showed a simple and honest smile to Zhang Jun: "Zhong, there is a noodle shop nearby, the taste is not bad."

After saying that, he opened the door and walked out with Zhang Jun.

The two walked slowly downstairs and were about to go out when an old man carrying a backpack walked in. The fat man had no time to dodge and was hit full of his chest. He almost fell to the ground. It was too late but it was so fast. , a thick palm grabbed the fat man's collar.

The fat man stood firm and wanted to curse, but his eyes suddenly noticed the old man's hands in front of him. When the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back.

"Sorry, sorry, I was distracted."

The old man apologized profusely.

The fat man pursed his lips and said, "Just be more careful next time."

After saying that, he pulled Zhang Jun out without looking back.

After walking out of the hotel door, the fat man looked back and saw the old man limping up to the counter, as if he was about to check in. He couldn't help but murmur in his heart: "It can't be such a coincidence."

"What's so coincidental?"

Zhang Jun looked at the fat man's nervous appearance and couldn't help but ask.

Fatty Li hurriedly took Zhang Jun's arm and took a few steps forward, whispering: "The cripple just now is a master."

"Master?"

"Yes, you haven't noticed that his hands, with their thin skin and tender flesh, don't look like hands of his age at all. I heard my grandfather say that people like this usually practice Iron Palm.

People who practice this kind of Kung Fu must soak their hands in a special hand washing method after practicing every day. Day after day, their palms will not become thicker, but will also become particularly tender. "

After Fatty Li finished speaking, he couldn't help but glance in the direction of the hotel: "Of course, it's possible that I was mistaken. After all, the hand-washing recipe has been lost long ago. But if it is true, who does this person want to kill? The matter of lightly slapping someone..."

　Sorry, my father is hospitalized for surgery. Fortunately, it's nothing serious. I may be very late in the next update, so don't wait.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)