Run into the world

Chapter 12 The unique skill is touching

"I'm just pointing out ways to maximize our interests. Well, forget it if you don't want to. Besides, it's useless just having a few of us. If the scissor man and the cripple master weren't there, I guess the people in the Xixia First Grade Hall wouldn't be able to do it either. Care about us.”

Duan Muxiang spread his hands and put forward the key to the problem. Although they had made new progress, there was still a bomb following quietly behind them. You can't even learn it with a slap.

Fu Qingmiao finally calmed down again. The temptation of his unique skills was really hard to resist. "The only advantage we have now is that they don't know how many days our illusion will last. It's just the same, we don't know either, which is a bit... It’s about fighting for character.”

Qi Tongwei was delighted, "I see that you are usually so cold, but there are times when you are so humorous. Now that you have said that, the question is, what is your character like?"

Fu Qingmiao rolled her eyes at him angrily, but Duan Muxiang thought about it seriously, "From the time I was born to now, I have never done anything that goes against my heart or against public order and good customs. My character... should be pretty good. Bar!"

Fu Qingmiao looked at him in surprise. Who else dared to say that?
Qi Tongwei laughed directly and said, "Come on, you haven't done anything bad since you were a child? Have you never been beaten when you were a child? I don't believe it!"

Duan Muxiang shook his head and answered solemnly, "No! Ever since I was a child, I have been the most trouble-free good boy in our community."

Qi Tongwei was satisfied and waved his hand, "Stop talking about it. I'm afraid you won't even remember the bedwetting when you were a child. Okay, change your clothes and go outside to get some news back."

Duan Muxiang was helpless. No one would believe him when he told the truth. He reached out and took off his wedding dress and put on the one worn by Qi Tongwei. In order to avoid being recognized by the diners outside, he also specially modified the collar and cuffs.

"Do you still know how to tailor?" Fu Qingmiao looked at him in disbelief.

Duanmuxiang paused but did not deny it. She just answered and arranged her clothes, "After the disaster, there are fewer channels to make money. It will take some courage to explore emerging industries at this time. So traditional basic necessities, food, clothing, housing and transportation are the focus of businessmen's competition. "

Qi Tongwei was only wearing a hurdle vest and looked at him with some confusion, "If you still have this opinion, are you going to make a fuss about clothes?"

"That said, I can't interfere with anything else!" Duan Muxiang opened the door and left in a funny voice.

The sound of footsteps gradually faded away. Qi Tongwei and Fu Qingmiao looked at each other after the sounds faded away.

"What do you think of him...?" Qi Tongwei asked.

"The only thing I can't figure out is why he knew Liu Zhao's whereabouts. At first, I thought they were a group of people who wanted to ambush us. But if the door of illusion hadn't been opened, Liu Zhao would have killed him long ago. And the door of illusion opened. It could not have been predicted in advance, and Liu Zhao was killed by him himself." Fu Qingmiao's eyes were full of doubts, doubts about Duan Muxiang, and doubts about himself.

Qi Tongwei was amused, "Then what else is there to doubt?"

Fu Qingmiao always felt that there was something wrong, "Maybe it's a woman's intuition, I always feel that he... is so amazing! In the past, many people used bows and arrows as entertainment, but how many of them could pull them out and go to the battlefield? Why did we let us I bumped into him, and... he is from the Peng family, so the probability is somewhat..."

Qi Tongwei poured himself a cup of tea and hummed nonchalantly, "Since there are so many uncertain things, then this is a coincidence. I think you have read too many detective novels and really thought that there are no coincidences in the world. In fact, This is not what you do at the grassroots level, it will chill the people!"

Fu Qingmiao glanced at this guy and said nothing more. He sat on the bed and began to practice his internal skills. Qi Tongwei scratched his cheek. He was really working hard...

……

Duan Muxiang didn't think too much. In fact, he was honest enough, which was far easier to gain favor than deliberately catering, especially when such a crisis surrounded him.

"Shopkeeper, do you have a wine gourd? Make a pot of wine."

The shopkeeper of Yuelai Inn was a middle-aged man with a goatee. He glanced at Duan Muxiang and thought that the young man was handsome, but he seemed a bit unfamiliar.But it was impossible not to make money, so I took out a forearm-sized gourd from under the counter, which seemed quite capable of holding.Duan Muxiang laughed when she saw this, "Shopkeeper, you are treating me like a big wine bag!"

The shopkeeper smiled brightly and said, "Sorry sir, this is the only gourd we have left."

"Okay, I'll just drink it slowly." Duan Muxiang took out three broken pieces of silver. The shopkeeper didn't ask for change, and went directly to the wine jar next to him to fill the wine. He didn't know what kind of wine he picked.

"Hey shopkeeper, why are there so many beggars recently? I just saw a lot of them." Duan Muxiang asked casually.

The shopkeeper didn't hide anything, and responded while drinking, "Hey, there will be a beggar gang meeting at Xingzilin tomorrow, and all the beggars from around Wuxi City are here."

Duan Muxiang was a little dizzy. It was no secret that the Beggar Clan held a conference. Everyone knew about it. It was outrageous!

"That's it, it's a bit annoying!" Duan Muxiang said casually based on his experience in the previous life.

There was a look of worry on the face of the shopkeeper, "Oh, objectively, don't say such nonsense, those people from the Beggar Clan are very fierce!"

"The shopkeeper doesn't need to be so careful. It doesn't mean that all beggars belong to the Beggar Clan." He turned around and glanced outside the door, pretending to be quite fearful.

This sentence poked a hole in the shopkeeper's chatterbox, "The guests don't know. Originally, there were no beggars in this city, but as soon as the beggar gang came, they started to pretend to be powerful. From time to time, they would squat outside the inn door and ask for money. If you offend If we don't kill them, even if they are not from the Beggar Clan, they will spread the word that we look down on the Beggar Clan, and then those people from the Beggar Clan will come to make trouble, and then I will have to lose money to avoid disaster."

Duan Muxiang's eyes widened, as if he had never seen the world before, "So domineering? Does that mean you don't care about the sects and gangs around you?"

The shopkeeper shook his head and said helplessly: "What the hell, first of all, there are a few heroes in the Beggar Gang who are heroes who fought against the Liao Dynasty, and they have a great reputation. Secondly, the people of the Beggar Gang are really powerful, and no one from the neighboring sects can." I couldn’t beat them, so they all chose to retreat temporarily.”

"The heroes of the Anti-Liao Dynasty don't need to be so ostentatious, right? Aren't they afraid of being hated by others?"

"Why not!" the shopkeeper glared, and then pointed upward with his chin, "Just now Yun Zhonghe and Ye Erniang, among the four evil villains, went upstairs. That thief also caught a bride from somewhere. Son, oh, what a sin! You said that the four evil men came at this sensitive time, and they probably came to the Beggar Clan Conference."

Duanmuxiang's shoulders trembled and her lips trembled slightly, "The four evil villains, they are so powerful, won't you report them to the official?"

The shopkeeper gave him the filled wine gourd and sighed, "Who dares to report it to the official? I heard that the leader of the four evil men has a long history of evil and is so powerful in martial arts that he has few rivals in the entire martial arts world. The Yamen's police officers are no match for him. Around Wuxi City, it is estimated that only Mr. Murong from Yanziwu can fight with him."

"Then go and invite Mr. Murong!" Duan Muxiang took the wine gourd with a curious look on her face.

But the shopkeeper shook his head, "This Mr. Murong has a lazy character. He spends all his time reciting poems and painting at home. If there is no big event, he will not go out and run around. I heard that someone pretended to be Mr. Murong and killed a monk. Mr. Murong... Just left."

Duan Muxiang didn't force herself to stay here anymore. She took the wine gourd and went upstairs. The first thing she did when entering the room was to share information.

"Those who can take care of this matter in Xingzilin may not be able to do so, and those who can't take care of it won't get involved. I guess tomorrow will really be a showdown between the Beggar Clan and the Xixia First Grade Hall. We have to take the initiative, and this is the chance!"

Fu Qingmiao(⊙_⊙)?
Qi Tongwei(⊙_⊙)?
"Attack?"

(End of this chapter)