Doomsday: Gain experience by hunting

Manager Zhang's aura was restrained, making it impossible to gauge his true strength.

But judging from his age of around thirty-five and his understanding of Visualization Martial Arts, he was definitely at least a seasoned martial artist, or even Transcendent.

Tang Wen was itching with curiosity, eager to know the answer, but he didn't dare to act rashly.

He took a sip of tea, arranged a meeting for three days later, and got up to leave the teahouse in the inn.

By this time, it was already dinnertime.

Passing through the inn's lobby, the aroma of meat, wine, and dishes wafted over.

He simply sat down with a belly full of doubts, and a waiter eagerly approached.

Tang Wen took out a piece of silver and tossed it over, asking, "Do you have any older, more experienced maids?"

"Understood, young master, please wait a moment."

The waiter felt the silver in his hand, his face beaming with smiles.

He poured tea and turned to call for someone.

He muttered to himself: There are truly all kinds of preferences. This young master doesn't look old, only in his early twenties, but who would have thought he'd be into mature women and wives.

Who should I send over…

Two cold dishes were placed on the table, and Tang Wen ate slowly.

The information he had was too little, and he couldn't figure out why the Black Night God Fist was the most difficult fist technique to learn.

What exactly made it so difficult?

"Young master, Yun Niang greets you."

A warm fragrance, not strong, but very subtle.

A beautiful woman with fair skin, wearing a black dress and her hair in a married woman's bun, gracefully sat down.

A grilled fish was brought up.

The beautiful woman picked up a piece of fish, skillfully removing the large and small bones one by one, without any intimate feeding gestures, only placing the tender white fish meat on a plate and setting it in front of Tang Wen.

After eating a few bites and chatting for a couple of sentences, Tang Wen took out a piece of silver and gave it to her, causing the beautiful woman's eyes to narrow.

Yun Niang was a knowledgeable woman.

She was also a "seafood" merchant.

She understood the principle of "service in exchange for money."

Once she accepted the money, she had to agree to the other party's request, and do whatever he wanted her to do.

Yun Niang thought that when Sister Niu was young, she had high standards and was picky about customers.

She always ignored ordinary, crude customers.

As she got married, got older, and had fewer opportunities to go out, she lowered her standards.

But that didn't mean she was a woman without principles.

Looking around, the hall was bustling with people. Could it be that this young master wanted to do it here?

Although they were sitting in a corner, which was relatively secluded.

But after all, it was in public, wasn't it a bit too… daring?

Although she didn't dislike this young master, this piece of silver was clearly less than two taels, wasn't it a bit too little?

Tang Wen was a little surprised to see her stunned. Could it be that there were women who didn't love money?

He said softly, "You've been working here for a long time, I want to ask you a few things."

Yun Niang's fair cheeks turned red, knowing that she had misunderstood, and quickly took it, moving her plump hips closer to Tang Wen: "Young master, please ask. Anything Yun Niang knows, she will tell you everything."

Tang Wen considered his words and said, "I have a favor to ask of your manager, I want to give a gift to one of the managers, but I don't know his preferences."

He knew that if he directly inquired about a certain manager, this beautiful young woman probably wouldn't dare to say half a word.

Even if he forced her to answer, she would at most make up some lies to deceive him.

The Four Seas Inn had several managers. Yun Niang didn't ask which one, she picked up a pancake and said while eating, "Manager Li is romantic and loves beauty, loves beautiful women, loves fancy clothes, loves rouge and powder."

Huh?

Tang Wen couldn't help but frown: "Could it be that this Manager Li, she?"

Yun Niang blinked: "She is a woman."

"Okay, continue," he said, lowering his head to pick up food, thinking to himself, what the heck.

"Manager Lin likes fine wine, he never forgets to carry his wine gourd wherever he goes"

"Manager Liu smokes a pipe, the taste is pungent and spicy. Especially when gambling, he smokes very heavily!"

"Manager Zhou loves to eat, loves riding and shooting…"

Hearing this, Tang Wen didn't know what to say.

Looking at Yun Niang's recalling and speaking, it didn't seem fake.

Then that meant she introduced four managers, and the four of them together liked "eating, drinking, whoring, gambling, and smoking!"

The most amazing was Manager Liu.

He alone occupied gambling and smoking.

As she spoke, there was still Manager Zhang that Tang Wen cared about.

Yun Niang paused, put the tea to her lips, raised the lid of the teacup to cover her mouth and nose, and said the five words in a smaller, faster voice: "Manager Zhang loves money."

Loves money!

Tang Wen took a deep look at her.

Yun Niang lowered her head and didn't speak anymore.

Obviously, she guessed that the person Tang Wen was looking for was Manager Zhang.

The reason was simple, Manager Zhang was on duty today.

She had asked the waiter on the way before coming, knowing that the young master she was serving had just met the manager.

Understanding the customers as much as possible before coming was her professional quality.

"Are all the managers Transcendent?"

Yun Niang stopped peeling the shrimp and nodded lightly.

Tang Wen ignored her little thoughts, stuffed two pieces of silver into her waist, and his palm accidentally touched her flat abdomen.

Well, this woman has no extra flesh, she maintains her figure well.

He asked more directly: "Which manager practices the Black Night God Fist?"

Yun Niang reached out and wrote the word Liu, then immediately erased it.

Manager Liu?

Loves gambling and smoking a pipe?

A gambling addict?

No guarantee of character.

Besides, there was a risk in leaving Manager Zhang and looking for another.

Tang Wen asked casually, "To impress Manager Zhang and have him give me some guidance, how much silver do you think I need? Well, I'm a martial artist, I want to practice Visualization Martial Arts."

But Yun Niang shook her head and said helplessly:

"Young master, you've asked the wrong person. I'm just a maid, just a martial apprentice, how would I know about such important matters."

Tang Wen didn't ask anymore.

Next, Yun Niang kept picking up food and pouring wine, and her mouth didn't stop either.

Knowing that Tang Wen was from out of town.

She kept talking about what she knew.

Listening and talking, they quickly had their fill.

Tang Wen returned to his residence, took out the hidden gold and silver, weighed it in his hand, and shook his head secretly.

As the saying goes, poor scholars and rich martial artists, that's really the case.

Well, I chose the wrong name!

How could I be called Tang Wen?

If I was called Tang Wu, I might have become rich already.

He counted out two hundred taels, and waited until evening to see Manager Zhang again.

"Something you need?"

Manager Zhang was eating, with three young girls serving him.

Tang Wen smiled and handed over the sealed silver, saying very respectfully, "I still want to ask you a question. What exactly makes the Black Night God Fist so difficult? Is there a solution?"

A trace of impatience flashed in Manager Zhang's eyes: "Not enough money, I can only tell you what makes it difficult!"

Tang Wen held his breath and concentrated on listening.

"Visualization Martial Arts focuses on visualization, have you seen the black night?"

Black night?

Tang Wen's pupils shrank to a line.

"The more extreme the black night, the better!"

Extreme black night?

Tang Wen was about to ask again when Manager Zhang's eyes swept past him and looked at the door.

Two hundred taels of silver was only worth these two sentences, no more.

Tang Wen deliberately gritted his teeth, took out a stack of gold leaves from his arms, and gently placed them on the table.

Manager Zhang glanced at it: "Let me put it this way, the power of the Black Night God Fist comes from the black night, the darkness.

The purer and more extreme the black night you visualize, the greater the power of the fist technique.

Bring another five thousand taels of silver. I'll take you to experience it once."

Hearing the price, Tang Wen was first shocked, and then delighted to hear the second half of the sentence.

"Thank you, Manager Zhang."

"No need, go raise money! There are many places to spend money if you want to practice the Black Night God Fist!"

"Thank you."

Tang Wen cupped his fist, took two steps back, turned around and went out.

The maid closed the door.

Manager Zhang took a drink and smiled, telling the maid to put the money away.

Walking on the road, Tang Wen was worried and puzzled:

Thinking of Manager Zhang, a dignified Transcendent, the manager of the Four Seas Inn.

His strength was strong and his salary was super high.

He was guaranteed a stable income regardless of drought or flood, working from ten to four.

Even eating, drinking, whoring, and gambling could be reimbursed.

There was absolutely no place to spend money, what did he need so much money for?