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Chapter 452 Jianghu people tell stories about Jianghu

Helping you do things and helping you kill people are two different things.

Wang Yunxiao didn't believe that Mr. He was so confused that he couldn't tell the difference.

But since he opened this mouth, there must be something more.

"Don't be so nervous. It's up to you whether you want to do it or not. If you don't want to do it yourself, can I still force you?"

Mr. He seemed to have seen through his thoughts and said with a smile: "In the past, such a simple matter as killing people could be done by just two swordsmen for dozens of taels of silver. You think I Can’t afford the money?”

Wang Yunxiao understood the implication of the old man's words.

Killing is very simple, so naturally there are not simple problems.

For example, the motive for murder.

Just like the old man said, if it was just a purely personal grudge, in the troubled times of the previous dynasty, when people's lives were like a piece of grass, the matter could be settled with a few dozen taels of silver, and there was no need to delay it until now.

Just these three things you mentioned...is there any difference between not saying anything at all?

Young people in Cangzhou, who feel they have some ability, like to run to Tianmen. When you get old, you can either stay in Tianmen or come back with money to support your old age.

Compounds like this are not uncommon in Cangzhou County. They are basically properties purchased by warriors who made a career in Tianmen and returned to their hometowns. The same money may not be able to buy a bungalow in Tianmen Old Town, but you can easily build such a house back here.

"Don't rush this matter, we'll talk about it later. Then the third thing..."

Mr. He smiled and said: "It's not that I don't want to tell you. It's just that the ins and outs of these things back then were too complicated. I'm not a storyteller who can explain it clearly to you in a few words. When the time comes, it's time to Those who understand will naturally understand.”

After all, there are still only a few people who come back. The world was chaotic in the past, and most people's lives were not that hard. Those who can live to the age of Mr. He can already be regarded as a lucky person.

In fact, it is an old house, with a blue-tiled house with three entrances and three exits. It can indeed be called a high-gate compound in the local area, but it has been in disrepair for many years and looks little different from a ruin.

Wang Yunxiao went to the woodshed and found a shovel. He took off his arms and started digging mud. He worked from noon until the sun set, and then he managed to carve out a place where people could live.

The lock on the door was rusty.

Mr. He went out for a walk and brought back a pot, ten pounds of donkey meat, and a basket of fire.

You can’t come to Cangzhou without eating donkey meat roasted on fire, which is a local specialty.

After walking for two miles from the train station, we arrived at the old hall where the old man said he was worshiping the ancestor.

I have been a monk in Shaolin Temple for less than two and a half years. You want me to go to Juxian Village to kill Qiao Feng? Crazy? No.

Wang Yunxiao felt helpless.

Mr. He raised three fingers and lowered his voice and said: "You have a senior brother who did a big thing back then. Now that the world is at peace, this matter should be settled. He is also old, and he will not be able to rely on it by then. You help me.”

This big house looked bright from the outside, but no one could live inside it for a long time. There had just been a flood, and the mud in the house was more than a foot deep.

"Look at you, why are you so anxious?"

If it is a particularly powerful enemy, then there is no need for a rookie like Wang Yunxiao.

Generally speaking, only locals can find the correct way to eat local specialties. Once they are moved to other places, or if outsiders come to try them locally, they will not get a good experience.

Whether donkey meat is delicious or not depends on the quality of the donkey and the quality of the chef, both of which are indispensable.

When Wang Yunxiao first traveled through time, he was once treated to a donkey meat barbecue. At that time, he felt that it was already a delicacy in the world. But today, when he came to Cangzhou and ate the donkey meat barbecue that Mr. He personally bought, it was delicious again. A completely different taste. It is said that dragon meat is in the sky and donkey meat is on the ground. Wang Yunxiao used to think that the bragging person had never eaten anything good, but after eating the authentic donkey meat burned, he realized that he was still too young.

In the words of a fellow from southwest China, this thing can make people feel comfortable.

After drinking and eating, the pots were cleared away, and the father and son sat on the head of the pit. Wang Yunxiao couldn't help but ask the old man: "Where is our ancestor? Are you really not going to worship me anymore?"

Mr. He was so overwhelmed that he rolled his eyes: "Where is the ancestor?"

"what?"

"There is no serious ancestor in this ninth-rate profession. Most of them are far-fetched by future generations. We know the ancestor, but the ancestor may not know us. I won't talk about it from afar. Just our Yanzimen, if there really are hundreds of people After years of inheritance, do you think Beishan’s family dare not leave a place for us?”

Mr. He laughed loudly and said: "The people carrying the sedan chair are carrying people. What kind of heroes are there who are not praised by friends in the world? Only if you are capable can your sect be famous. You are nothing, what can you rely on?" The teachers are useless!"

"So what are we going to do tonight? Play poker?"

"There are three jars of gold and silver buried under the bed in the east wing of the backyard. Go dig them out!"

"I believe you ghost!"

Wang Yunxiao gritted his teeth. This old guy is so bad. Looking at you smiling so cheaply, I can't believe it at all.

Mr. He smiled and waved his hand: "No kidding, there is something. There is a box on the beam in the lobby. Go and get it."

Wang Yunxiao went to the lobby suspiciously, and saw a wooden box on the beam that had been there for an unknown period of time. It was about the size of a palm and was almost rotten.

He took it back to the house and opened it. There was a human face inside.

To be precise, it is a shriveled human skin mask.

"This is……"

"This is an old object with a story."

Mr. He glanced at the human skin mask, a hint of sadness flashed in his eyes, took a puff of his cigarette, and was about to speak when he heard someone knocking on the door gently.

I heard a light voice outside asking: "Is Grandpa He back?"

Mr. He chuckled and said, "Look what I'm talking about. The enemy came to our door before we even sat down on our butts. We have suffered hard for them all these years, but they can still endure it until now."

Wang Yunxiao asked in confusion: "Why does my voice sound like a little girl? How old is your enemy this year?"

Mr. He laughed and scolded: "Are you stupid? I have already accepted a disciple, but I don't allow others to accept a disciple? But I didn't expect that she is still a female disciple. This time, you kid is very lucky!"

When Wang Yunxiao heard this, he immediately became energetic: "Can you tell me in detail what is going on with this beauty?"

"What's there to say about this thing? It's not like you don't have that thing. Why do you expect me to teach you how to operate it?"

Mr. He said angrily: "Trick her in, tie her hands and feet, gag her, strangle her to death after playing with her, and throw her out of the city at night."

Wang Yunxiao: "???"

Just wait a moment! This seems different from what I thought?

(End of this chapter)