Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 38 Theater
"Awesome! This is an old ginseng, probably older than the one the old man took away." Lu Gui was amazed, and his eyes were filled with excitement when he saw the old ginseng, "Dingsheng Martial Arts School is so generous."

"You go home and put these things away. Don't go to the Escort Bureau today. I'll go to Escort Lu to explain it to you and send him to the west of the city."

"Okay," Zhao Rong agreed directly without a mother-in-law.

Lao Lu has a tough relationship.

It's not that I'm lazy, it's really inconvenient to have such a thing on my body.

These old medicinal materials are of great benefit to warriors. They not only replenish vitality, restore pulse and strengthen the pulse, but also nourish the spleen and lungs, promote body fluids and nourish blood. They are much more efficient than eating meat.

It's just that old medicine is hard to find and expensive, so ordinary warriors can't afford it.

After separating from Lu Gui, Zhao Rong went straight to the west of the city.

He first went to Old Man Sang's tea shop, but he didn't see Qu Feiyan.

After Sanhemen, Zhao Rong asked her about martial arts, saying that he was going back to ask his grandfather, but he didn't see anyone for several days after that.

Zhao Rong understands it very well.

The situation of the grandfather and grandson was not good, and they were hiding here and there.

The last time I was chased by people from the Demon Cult, even though I escaped, I could probably guess that they were hiding near Hengyang City.

As long as Heimu Ya gives the order, the people below will definitely chase him to the end.

Firstly, they don't dare to disobey orders, and secondly, the Demon Cult's promotion mechanism does not look at resumes, but only focuses on achievements.

Capturing a traitor, even if it's just a corpse, is considered a great achievement.

There is no rule in the workplace between the Demon Sect and Wuyue. Just roll up and get promoted quickly. Wuyue is based on seniority and background.

Although very few people knew Qu Feiyan, Elder Qu Yang was still extremely cautious.

In the past, there was only Mr. Sang in the tea shop.

Now, there is an extra buddy.

"Brother Rong!"

When Bao Butian saw Zhao Rong coming over, he quickly said hello. Now he calls him brother instead of Shun Liu.

Hearing the rumors in Hengyang City earlier, the father and son were shocked. Their father Bao Datong's crazy look of shouting "I'm still wrong" is still vivid in my mind.

Fortunately, Bao Datong invested early and it was not an afterthought.

Therefore, he can speak in front of Zhao Rong.

After that, he came to this tea shop and worked as a waiter.

This was not a respectable job, but Bao Butian was satisfied in his heart.

Because he remembered his father's words when he was crazy: "Don't be crazy, the ancestors' graves are smoking, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! Listen to me, do whatever he tells you to do, even if he tells you to beg for food, you must immediately take your bowl to the north of the city, and seize the opportunity!"

Therefore, being a waiter in a tea shop is better than being a beggar.

"Young master, are you still used to it?" Zhao Rong smiled slightly, "Your father insists on letting you endure hardships. I can't refuse. I just want to experience it for a few days. The young master's abilities are really buried here."

Bao Butian grinned, and this was not the first time that Zhao Rong made innuendoes.

He only brought a cup of tea.

"Brother Rong, drink tea."

Zhao Rong saw his firm expression and knew that Lao Bao was guiding him behind his back, so he stopped testing him.

"The west side of the city is connected to the dock, and there are the most people coming and going. You need to get familiar with this place first before you can do anything."

"Sang Laoren is going to Anren. I will never come back. The tea shop will be handed over to you then."

This means entrusting one with a heavy responsibility.

Bao Butian thought for a while, then lowered his head and whispered: "Brother Rong wants me to be a recruiter here?"

The trick is the eyes.

"If I have such a sense of intention, I might do something else."

"There are shops next to it. I'll try to see if I can put them together and do business together."

"What business?"

"Inn, what do you think?"

"Okay~!" Bao Bu Dian was beaming, "I will guard Brother Rong when the time comes. If any rival or enemy comes looking for you, I will kill him right here and tie him up to see you."

"Shh~"

"Keep your voice down. I'm doing an honest business. I'm not running a shady shop like your father."

My father runs a black shop?

Bao Butian was stunned.

However, he fantasized about the inn that Zhao Rong mentioned. He believed that this inn was definitely not that simple.

"Brother Rong, have you thought about the name of the inn?"

I really never thought about this,

"Longmen Inn, Youjian Inn, or Tongfu Inn?" He called out a few names casually, and Bao Budian began to study them seriously.

Zhao Rong's purpose was simple. The west of the city had the largest flow of people, so he could create a mouthpiece here so that he could be the first to grasp the intelligence of the underworld.

With his current status, he will definitely not be able to control the situation.

It will be easy to operate when the new year comes.

After all, being a disciple of Hengshan is very useful in Hengyang City.

"By the way, Brother Rong, the little girl has been here and asked me to give this to you."

Zhao Rong took a piece of letter paper and waved it in front of Bao Butian's eyes, "Next time something happens, pick up these important things and talk about them first."

"okay."

Bao Bubian responded.

He knew his priorities, but he didn't expect that the little girl was actually a very important person.

Zhao Rong opened the letter, took a look at it, gave instructions to Bao Butian, then went home, took off his dazzling escort uniform, put away the old ginseng, and then headed towards Yanta Street.

Go through a few alleys to the middle of the market. There is a theater here called Shuixiuyuan, which is more upscale than Washiwashe.

In addition to local troupes, there are also circus troupes from out of town who rent the venue, set up tents with high poles, and open the tents with gongs and drums playing from time to time.

Zhao Rong passed by the entrance of Shuixiu Yuan many times and heard the excitement inside, but he didn't go to see it.

There are four or five kanjis guarding the entrance of the theater, all of them look majestic and tiger-like.

Most of them belong to local gangs.

Specifically targeted at those who engage in prostitution for free.

Of course, there are exceptions.

If Zhao Rong was wearing the uniform of a Hengshan disciple, the Kanzi would not only refuse to accept any money, but would welcome him in with a smile.

Their tricks are very bright, and it is clear who the local snake is.

"Thirty cents." Someone passed the message at the door of the theater.

Zhao Rong counted the copper coins, no more, no less, exactly thirty.

The muscular man put away the copper coins and moved out of the way with an expressionless expression on his face, without saying a single kind word.

The local gangs are so rude.

Zhao Rong complained slightly. When he entered the theater, someone immediately greeted him warmly and asked him which play he wanted to attend.

"I heard that there is a Central Plains Bangzi performance today."

"That's right, I'm here just in time, little official. The show is going on in full swing. I'll take you there right now."

"Just tell me where it is and I'll go by myself."

"Young official, go straight east, cross two courtyards and then go up to the second floor."

"..."

Leaving aside the theater doormen, Zhao Rong lowered his head and hid in the crowd, walking cautiously inside, trying not to attract attention.

The Central Plains Bangzi here is the Henan opera.

Zhao Rong didn't listen much. If Qu Feiyan hadn't asked him to come here, he probably wouldn't have set foot on the theater.

"Brother Rong~"

Just as he went upstairs, Zhao Rong was still looking towards the stage. Under the red lantern beside the wooden railing of the stand, a small figure crouched and whispered to him.

Seeing Zhao Rong looking at him, Qu Feiyan quickly waved him over.

They entered a separate compartment and were not in the center to watch the scene.

The window in that compartment is more than a foot higher than normal, and there is a small raised stand inside. The line of sight is just above the crowd, allowing a panoramic view of the scene on the stage.

There were pastries and tea on the table, and it was a standard seating area.

Of course, you have to add money.

"Fei Fei, I haven't seen you in the past few days, why do I want to meet you here?"

Zhao Rong knew that the little girl was not here to listen to the show, otherwise he would not have let him change his clothes and come again.

Qu Feiyan said lightly: "I told grandpa about your martial arts training, and he went out of the city to get it for you that night. It was in an inn in Leiyang, Lincheng. Grandpa hid a package there to avoid being chased."

"He told me not to run around these days when he was out, so I couldn't see him."

"So, your grandpa is back?" Zhao Rong was moved and surprised.

"Fortunately, I have accomplished my mission and brought back the secret book you wanted!"

Qu Feiyan smiled at first, and then said solemnly, "I was waiting for you at Grandpa Sang's tea shop, but two people came from the west of the city and happened to go to the tea shop to drink tea. They underestimated my young age and neglected to take precautions, letting me hear Some news about you."

“So I followed here quietly.”

"Too dangerous."

Zhao Rong shook his head and disagreed with the little girl's behavior.

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(End of this chapter)