Tomb Raider: Storytelling Steals Pens, Nine Gates Are Confused

This thing is definitely not normal.

The shopkeeper's face was tangled, and then he said with some hesitation.

"I heard that they wanted to kidnap a storyteller last night."

"But somehow, after coming back, it became like this."

"Mr. Storyteller?"

Xie Jiu was surprised.

Could it be the one he thought of?

If their target is really that person, then all this is really understandable.

Although he had never seen with his own eyes how powerful the storyteller was.

But he knew all about his deeds.

Is such a person easy to deal with?

The shopkeeper, looking at his expression, asked in a low voice.

"Master Jiu, should we take action? Help them?"

Xie Jiu smiled.

"Help them?"

"These people are courting their own death, why should we drag ourselves into the water."

Speaking of Xie Jiu, he opened the drawer and found a list from it.

"Those people are already unreliable, go and contact these people."

Regardless of whether Mr. Zhang will take revenge on those six families, what they have done today has disappointed many people.

I'm afraid their reputation will plummet in the future.

I am afraid that there will be fewer and fewer people willing to cooperate with them in the future.

In this case, he might as well stop and change to other partners as soon as possible.

"Ah?!" The shopkeeper looked confused.

These families can be said to have cooperated with them for a long time.

It was a pleasure to get along with before.

Unexpectedly, Master Jiu would give up on them directly this time.

Who is that storyteller?

It has such great ability.

"Okay, hurry up."

After finishing speaking, Xie Jiu seemed to think of something and ordered.

"If those families come to ask for help, you can find a reason to dismiss them."

"Remember not to have anything to do with them in the future."

Xie Jiu's eyes were full of wisdom.

He had a hunch that Mr. Zhang was not an ordinary person.

There must be many people who will fawn on him in the future.

Even if he doesn't open his mouth at that time, those who want to curry favor with him will probably crush them to death.

Instead of waiting until then to start looking for a new partner, it is better to start looking now.

……

"What did you say?! There are still descendants of Guanshan Taibao?"

Behind Changsheng Mountain, inside a hut.

Two elderly people sat on the futon.

One of them couldn't help exclaiming.

"How is this possible? The Guanshan Taibao should have been extinct long ago."

"Perhaps they are not extinct, but are reclusive like you."

The old man with white beard and hair was holding a pipe, which he brought to his mouth from time to time to take a puff.

A pair of eyes narrowed slightly, as if thinking about something?

These two people are none other than the veteran of the Xiling faction and Zhang Sanlianzi who has lived in seclusion.

The two are discussing what happened last night.

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Chapter 57 The silk manuscript offered (seeking evaluation tickets)

The old man turned his attention to Zhang San's chain.

Thoughtful way.

"Brother Zhang, do you know the storyteller Mr. Zhang?"

Zhang Sanlian shook his head, full of doubts in his heart.

He was active decades ago.

Logically speaking, it was impossible for Zhang Chen to know about him.

But he finished his story and told everyone the whole thing.

"Now this young man is really amazing."

"I don't know where he got to know about me, even the few incompetent disciples under my name, he actually knows everything about me."

The old man laughed, and stopped smoking dry tobacco.

As he spoke, he shook his head.

"If those few disciples of yours are really useless, wouldn't my kid be even more useless?"

But Zhang Sanlian said: "You, I just can't let go."

"I think Xiaolou's kid is pretty good."

"Proficient in all kinds of utensils in Xiling, with excellent eyesight, able to see mud marks, grass colors, and hidden treasures, first-rate eloquence, good at clichés."

"Even the cultures of various dynasties are at your fingertips."

"Reading a lot of books and proficient in ancient prose, he is the only one among the gang of thieves."

"He's too arrogant."

The old man tapped his head and smoked silently a few puffs of dry tobacco.

Can't help but say: "Sometimes being too proud is not a good thing. He lacks composure and acts too impulsively."

"If he can have half the stability of that Mr. Zhang, I can be relieved."

Zhang Sanlian smiled and shook his head.

"I think you are too greedy."

"Let's not talk about Mr. Zhang's abilities, but his boldness is enough to amaze many people."

"That child in Yulou is already outstanding, if he has that kind of tolerance, I'm afraid it will not be a good thing."

The old man nodded silently and stopped talking.

Some things are determined by the surrounding environment.

They are three generations of bandit chiefs. In this troubled world, Xiling controls all the warlords and bandits in Sanxiang and Sishui.

There are as many as 10,000+ bandits in Xiling, and there are many capable people and strangers among them.

These people were convinced by Chen Yulou.

Under such circumstances, he is like a local emperor, stomping his feet casually, the whole green forest will be shaken three times.

If he did this, he wouldn't feel a bit arrogant and old, but he would feel that he couldn't get on the stage.

"Brother Zhang, anyway, the matter of unloading the mountains has been handed over to Yulou. Why don't we brothers go to the capital for a walk, just to see how many brushes this famous storyteller has."

"You, I'm still not convinced." Zhang Sanlian shook his head.

"These people outside are telling him that he is amazing, no matter how you look at it, there is some water in it. I want to see with my own eyes whether there are such people in the world who don't leave home but know the world."

……

Noon, Crescent Hotel.

Zhang Chen was sitting by the window of his room, looking at the things Feng Shigu handed over, obviously startled.

"What is this?"

"Return to the Lord, this was sent by those people last night, and they said it was used to make amends."

Feng Shigu lowered his head, speaking word by word, like an emotionless machine.

Zhang Chen took those things from his hand, but after a closer look, he found that it turned out to be a silk book.

This silk book is very old, and some places on it are covered by stains.

He frowned, carefully identifying the contents of the thin book.

Surprised after watching it.

What is recorded in this book is actually the secret of Dragon Bone Heavenly Book.

"Good stuff, who sent this up?"

"I don't know." Feng Shigu answered in a low voice with his head lowered.

Zhang Chen slightly raised his eyebrows and handed the silk book back to Feng Shigu again.

"Take it to Miss Yin and tell him it's for the next auction."

"Yes." Master Feng replied honestly.

……

"Why do you say this is what Mr. Zhang sent for auction?"

Yin Xinyue held the silk book in her hand and observed it carefully, but she didn't see anything strange about it at all.

Boss Yin, who was next to her, felt his heart bleed.

"Hey, my little ancestor." The store owner hurriedly took back the blog in her hand.

"This thing is a treasure, don't break it."

He carefully retrieved the silk book, then turned to Ting Nu behind him and said, "Hurry up and find a wooden box."

The value of ancient silk books is much higher than that of antiques.

Today, many clues to ancient tombs are found from ancient silk books.

If such a silk book appeared at the auction, many people would be crazy about it.

Compared with Boss Yin, Yin Xinyue was obviously not interested in that silk book.

"It's just a silk book, whether you can find it or not is another matter."

Yin Xinyue rolled her eyes.

There are tens of thousands of silk books in the world, and few people may be able to understand what is written on the silk books.

Even if this thing is sold, I'm afraid not many people can understand it.

"What do you know."

Boss Yin couldn't help poking Yin Xinyue's forehead with his hand.