Republic of China

Chapter 346 Hey, Brother
In the field of divination and fortune-telling, there is a universally recognized fact.

Regardless of how accurate the predictions about funeral events are, after all, they haven't happened yet. Sometimes it's useless to talk about them, so one has to tell some things that have happened so that pilgrims can understand the master's ability.

The little emperor had a complicated attitude towards Zhao Sanyuan.

Whether it's temperament, physical health, family situation, etc., they are all pretty much the same.

But the little emperor was quite resistant to this talk about the future.

In general comparison, Zhao Sanyuan is not even as good as Zhang Linyi just now. After all, every word the latter said touched the heart.

I wanted to hold on a little longer and listen to what Zhao Sanyuan could predict.

The good guy didn't get any result and almost got killed. I have lived for more than 20 years and have never seen anyone with such severe nosebleed.

So if you tell fortunes for others, your own life could be in danger?
Seeing that Zhao Sanyuan was not in good condition, the little emperor's entourage hurried forward and whispered to him, "Master, this guy with dead fish eyes has fire on his hands. He must be no simple person. Let's go first."

Therefore, after Zhao Sanyuan came to his senses, there was no trace of the bespectacled boy in front of him.
"Who the hell is that? I almost got killed."

In that era, no matter how incompetent an emperor was, his portrait would not be circulated in the market, so Zhao Sanyuan certainly could not recognize that the little four-eyed boy was the last emperor.

But at such an age and considering his fate, Zhao Sanyuan was certain that he was a descendant of the royal family of the previous dynasty. Moreover, he was not a fake second-rate prince or third-rate prince. His ancestor must have been a royal noble.

Why don’t you think about the 95th level?
It's a bit embarrassing.

It has been more than ten or eight years since the previous dynasty fell. Look at the land of Yanhuang, there are warlords everywhere. How many guns can the Manchu nobles have when they are piled up together? Besides, it’s not like there has been a restoration after the Republic of China. Every time, it was as easy as crushing a cockroach.
So even if Zhao Sanyuan racked his brains, he could not imagine what earth-shattering things the Four Eyes would do in the future.

"You're still thinking? You really want to die." Huang Xiaoliu was furious. He transformed into a yellow skin and jumped on his disciple's head, pulling his hair hard. It was already like a chicken coop, and now it was even more messy.

Zhao Sanyuan hurriedly smiled and said, "Forget it, forget it. Whether he lives or dies has nothing to do with me. I can't take money for nothing. I originally wanted to persuade him to find a beautiful place to live in seclusion. That would be the best outcome for him. Otherwise, everything is just a mirage and it would choke him to death. Now he has run away, so you can't blame me."

As he was talking, he recalled that when he was in Zheng County Prison, Lao Kang also looked miserable after calculating the fate of the prisoner. He heard from his master that he had consulted the oracle for six or seven times but still could not get a specific answer. It seemed that the prisoner and Four Eyes would have extraordinary achievements in the future, whether good or bad.

"How many big guys are there? What are you playing with? Are you still standing there with a black worm? If I don't deal with him today, he might die in the future! Worm? Worm!?"

Huang Xiaoliu shouted for a long time but there was no response. He looked around for a long time before he found his old enemy.

At this time, Mang Qingyan was standing next to a group of spectators admiring a street performance. The artist was a dark-skinned Indian man who was sitting cross-legged on the ground and playing some kind of musical instrument into a bamboo basket.

The sound was not particularly pleasant, but the magical thing was that to the beat of the music, a cobra swayed out of the wastebasket, attracting the onlookers' exclamations.

Mang Qingyan's almost unchanging expressionless face showed curiosity and confusion.

Even a great python fairy has limited vision and experience. How could he have seen such acrobatics? And the one doing the tricks was his own family. Could it be that this snake was about to become a fairy and could act completely according to human instructions?

Curious, really curious.

Mang Qingyan passed through the crowd unhindered. The spectators only felt a little cold and shivered for a moment, but they didn't care because their eyes were already attracted by the snake charmer.

When he got closer, Mang Qingyan squatted beside the bamboo basket and waved his hand.

"Hey, friend, can you understand Chinese?"

"@#￥%"

The cobra is really quite spiritual.

But our Uncle Yan has never seen foreign acrobatics, and the foreign snakes have never seen the fairies of Yanhuang, so both sides are a little confused.

Having said that, it is indeed a bit difficult for a foreign snake to expect it to speak Chinese.

Zhao Sanyuan carried Huang Xiaoliu and moved into the crowd, and everyone was amazed.

"Oh my goodness~ What a handsome skill! This shouldn't be seen by the black worm. The one who should be watching is Chang Luoguan. Sanyuan, ask him if this trick is easy to learn. You can play with snakes when you have nothing to do in the future."

"Come on, what kind of person dares to play tricks on our old fairy? It won't take much, three or four times and he will become our enemy. Do you believe it?"

When Huang Xiaoliu was exclaiming that it was a pity that he had to rely on his imagination, Mang Qingyan had already returned and resumed his normal expression.

"How's it going, Uncle Yan? Are you chatting well with foreign friends?"

"generally."

"What do you mean by normal?"

"It only has some spirituality, but it has not yet become an immortal. I can only communicate with it using the old method. Alas, I didn't expect that it could still speak the old language after becoming an immortal."

"Ah?" Zhao Sanyuan was surprised. "No, Uncle Yan, don't you snakes and pythons chat with each other regardless of nationality? Can foreign snakes understand it?"

Mang Qingyan looked back at the cobra who was still performing hard, and said a lot more than usual, "Humans have their own language, and animals have their own language, but these languages ​​do not all use the mouth and tongue like humans. In the human world, countries, religions, languages, and cultures are all factors that separate us from others, but in our world, there are no such deliberately created barriers, so communication is not a problem."

It was a rare occasion for Zhao Sanyuan to listen to Uncle Yan talk about reason. He took every word to heart and sighed that although Uncle Yan was usually not very knowledgeable, his vision was really big. He was even considering the idea of ​​universal peace.
"Hey - Uncle Yan, why are you kicking me?"

"I just look cold."

"Oh, yes, yes, you want to chat now, okay? By the way, what kind of tricks did Ah San use? Can he really charm snakes with musical instruments? I have heard from my master that there are martial arts masters who can control snakes, rats, insects and ants to kill people."

Mang Qingyan shook his head, his tone a little melancholy, "It's different. The key in front of us does not come from the musical instrument. That's just a trick. Look carefully at his right foot. Is it always stepping on the beat? This is the fundamental point, the result of years of brutal training."

It is just as Uncle Yan said, although Ah San seems to be bragging, in fact the frequency of the cobra's movements is almost the same as the rhythm of his footsteps on the ground.

The so-called brutal training over the years must be unpleasant.

"Well, Uncle Yan, do you mean that we should help? Meeting each other is fate, and we are of the same origin. The life of a foreign snake friend is also a life."

Unexpectedly, Mang Qingyan shook his head again.

"No need."

Zhao Sanyuan thought that the old immortal was afraid that he would become too aggressive and would directly overturn other people's business.

What are you doing?

I have grown up, haven't I? I just made a lot of money from Siyan, enough to buy a snake, right? I can release it and earn some merits, so happy.

"Hey - stop hitting me!"

Huang Xiaoliu's big tail swung Zhao Sanyuan's face wildly, "You have money to burn, right? You're so arrogant, you're not rich enough in China and you want to release it abroad? If you have this spare money, you can give me some gifts. When I came to the city, I heard that there is a restaurant called Dexinfang in Tianjin that has delicious roast chicken. You must give me two on the fifteenth of next month."

"It's just roast chicken, no problem. Bring me two more steamed dumplings. What would you like to eat, Mr. Yan? Two sets of Jianbing Guozi?"

Mang Qingyan did not answer, but just sighed slightly, thinking that different national conditions mean different snakes are bred in different places.

I just asked myself if I needed help escaping from this sea of ​​suffering.

But the other party was very confused and said that he did not feel bitter. Even though he was whipped and scolded and could not make his own decisions, he had enough food and drink every day and did not have to go through the trouble of hunting. It was much better than the same kind of people. If possible, he hoped that this kind of life could last forever.
Mang Qingyan was helpless about this and could only attribute it to the different national conditions.

"I don't know where Master and the others have gone. Should I continue to wait and see, or should I go look for them nearby? What do you two old immortals think?"

"Stop talking nonsense, there's some fun to watch." Huang Xiaoliu stood upright above Zhao Sanyuan's head, like a butter stick that has become a spirit. It stood on tiptoe and looked over, its face full of anticipation.

Before Zhao Sanyuan could ask any further questions, he felt that the atmosphere on this lawless street had become grim.

The stall owners setting up stalls in the open air seemed like migratory birds that had sensed the impending disaster. They packed up their business skillfully and quickly and left. Pedestrians also gathered in groups of three or five, telling each other something and walking together. Many of them chose to eat melon seeds on the second or top floor nearby.

The originally messy shantytown suddenly became deserted, and those who did not leave were either because of leg problems or were complete strangers.

Zhao Sanyuan was a little confused. He wanted to follow the crowd, but he was afraid that Lao Kang and the others would suddenly come back and find him nowhere to be. He had no choice but to leave, as he clearly felt that something big was about to happen.

While he was hesitating, someone pulled him from behind and threw him into a wooden shed.

"Hey~brother~"

Zhao Sanyuan's brows were furrowed and his muscles were tense, like a cheetah ready to pounce at any time.

It's not that he had any prejudice against the person in front of him, but he was completely unaware of it before he was taken away.

How light are the footsteps?
"Are you stupid? You just saw me in the morning, and you can't recognize me in the afternoon?"

The man who came was indeed the troublemaker who almost caused a fight over love on Jintang Bridge. He spoke in bird language with a heavy accent, which I guess neither the Chinese nor foreigners could understand.

Zhao Sanyuan replied indifferently, "Of course I recognized you, but I didn't notice it before. Have you ever practiced running on the edge of a tank? You are so light and graceful."

"Eh? You have quite a good eye. I am from the Xian ethnic group. My family makes a living by pickling pickles. When I was a kid, I always played on the vegetable jar. Later, I was taken in as an apprentice by a martial artist. I can do the moves of jumping bars and boards, flying steps, and picking meat. By the way, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Zhang Xinyu, nicknamed Puppy. Brother, what's your name?"

The words are spoken lightly, but the content is not simple.

There are not many people who can master good physical skills these days, not because they cannot endure the hardship, but like many things, these skills are gradually being lost in the chaotic world.

"My surname is Zhao, and my nickname in Jianghu is Juejuezi."

Zhang Xiaogou hesitated for a long time and asked tentatively: "So I should call you Zhao Juezi?"

"Stop, stop!" Zhao Sanyuan called a halt immediately. He never expected that the Taoist name he had worked so hard to come up with would one day be in vain.

Although I have no children and no plans to get married for the time being, I absolutely cannot stand being called childless.

Huang Xiaoliu above his head almost laughed so hard that he almost fainted. Our Uncle Yan could hold it together, but it was really hard to hold it together. Just hold on.
"We were all born and raised on the black soil. It's no big deal to tell you. I'm not a big shot. My name is Zhao Sanyuan, and I'm from Feng Province."

"My fellow countryman, no wonder I feel close to you~"

"Don't flatter me, okay? Don't think I don't know that you wanted to draw your sword when we first met."

Zhang Xiaogou scratched the back of his head, "Heroes appreciate heroes, and no friendship without fighting. So what are you doing here? Everyone else ran away, why didn't you follow them?"

As they were talking, both sides of the street were already crowded with people, and the atmosphere was even more solemn and murderous.

One group had white cloth tied on their upper arms, and the other group had red cloth tied on their arms. They were both very eye-catching, and they were also distributing weapons, either machetes or axes.

Zhao Sanyuan glanced at the white cloth on Zhang Xiaogou's arm with a subtle look in his eyes, "Are you working at the dock?"

"I'm so ashamed to be a member of the Anqing Gang. Brother, are you interested? Come to me. I can get five dollars for recruiting someone. We can split it in half."

As he spoke, Zhang Xiaogou pulled out a short horizontal knife from his waist. The style looked very similar to the Tang Dynasty horizontal knife, only it was shorter than his forearm. Maybe it was due to the material or too much blood, the blade was a little dark red.

"Anqing Gang?" Zhao Sanyuan remained calm and pointed at the man with a red cloth tied around his arm. "Which dock are they from?"

"It's also the Anqing Gang."

".Is your gang's circle a bit chaotic?"

Zhang Xiaogou patiently explained, "The Anqing Gang is very big, with many factions. Didn't I just say that? I'm from the Hai group, and the other side is from the Shan group. Although we all respect Weng, Qian, and Pan as our ancestors, things are different today. It's just like our Beiyang. No one in the gang is willing to submit to anyone else, and everyone wants to be the boss. And that doesn't even include the people from Shanghai and Jiangsu, Zhejiang, and Fujian."

The metaphor was so appropriate that Zhao Sanyuan understood it immediately.

It is said that it is not easy to be in the underworld. This is really a true saying. Not only do you have to chop outsiders, but you also have to chop your own people. Is there anything better about it?

However, the life or death of the Anqing Gang has nothing to do with him. The key is how to get news about the oracle bones. He came to Tianjin this time with the utmost determination. As long as the oracle bones are still in Tianjin, he will take them back no matter whether they are in the hands of the Anqing Gang or not.

While I was thinking about how to start the conversation, shouts of killing suddenly broke out!

Two groups of people on the street rushed forward, howling, the machetes and axes in their hands reflecting the cold light.

This is not a bluff. There are about two to three hundred people on both sides in total. Every one of them is a ruthless person who is willing to fight to the death. No one is afraid of anything.

Zhao Sanyuan was shocked and frightened.

Did they just start working without saying a word? Did they not say a single word of trash? Old Beifeng Qingshanhao, they had to fire two shots when they smashed the kiln and threw the flag.

The underworld in big cities is indeed extraordinary!

(End of this chapter)