The chivalrous spirit is fickle

Shi Gu's antique shop was opened between two boxing gyms. On the opening day, the two boxing gyms came to Shi Gu to collect protection fees. Before Shi Gu could pay, the two boxing gyms started fighting with each other. The beatings were bruised and swollen, which was no different from a street fight.

So, don’t expect that there would be anyone in Antian City who likes antiques, calligraphy and paintings.

Shi Gu did consider opening a pharmacy and selling some medicinal liquors for bruises and injuries, but when he looked through his luggage, there seemed to be nothing else except poison.

After five whole years, Shi Guleng did not earn even a penny from Antian City.

Perhaps, selling pornographic pictures is more profitable?

Shi Gu thought absentmindedly, turning the wine glass in his hand, leaning against the window and looking outside the building bored.

On the street outside the building, pedestrians were hurrying. Although the weather was cold, most people had their clothes open to show off their well-trained muscles.

Suddenly, Shi Gu's eyes focused and he narrowed his eyes slightly, and saw a carriage slowly passing by on the street. To ordinary people, this carriage did not seem special, but a master like Shi Gu could sense that there were several strong auras in the carriage.

"Seventh-rank martial artist... How could there be a seventh-rank martial artist in this small place?"

Shi Gu frowned slightly and muttered to himself. Perhaps he was too bored. Shi Gu's eyes moved and his fingers lightly flicked the wine glass.

clang~

With a crisp sound, a drop of water floated up from the wine glass. Shi Gu touched it with his fingers and pointed it at the carriage. The drop of water then peeled off from Shi Gu's fingers and fell towards the carriage like an arrow.

As soon as the water droplet approached the carriage, a breeze came and blew the water droplet away silently.

At the same time, in the carriage, an old man sat cross-legged and slowly opened his eyes. A young man with a knife on his back frowned slightly and asked the old man softly.

"Senior Ma, what happened?"

The old man coughed lightly, his eyes were like knives, his fingers moved slightly, and he spoke softly.

"Hold your aura, there are masters here who are expressing their dissatisfaction with us."

Hearing this, a hint of displeasure flashed in the eyes of the man with a knife on his back, and he said with dissatisfaction.

"A place like this dares to show off its power. It really doesn't know how high the heavens are and how deep the earth is."

The old man looked neither happy nor sad, and said calmly as he looked at the young man.

"We are guests from afar. As guests, we should be more restrained and not take over the show."

The man with the knife on his back was still a little unconvinced when he heard this. He already had his right hand on the hilt of the knife and spoke with contempt.

"Senior, I have already inquired about it. The most powerful character here is just a small character in the first-grade martial realm."

“We don’t have to tolerate anything.”

When the old man heard this, he frowned and spoke in a cold voice.

"You should wait until you are the best in the world before you say such things to others."

The man with the knife on his back choked when he heard this, looked at the old man with cold eyebrows and eyes, his expression suddenly became a little unnatural, he lowered his head slightly, and said insincerely.

"What the senior taught me is that I was too arrogant."

Seeing this, the old man said nothing more. He turned around and looked towards the depths of the carriage, only to see a girl in green sitting behind him.

The girl had bright eyes, white teeth, picturesque eyebrows, skin as white as snow, and delicate facial features as if she had walked out of a painting. She was a beauty rarely seen in the world.

But at this moment, the girl was like a person with a dead heart. She just sat there quietly, like an ice sculpture, without anger or resentment.

The old man raised his eyebrows, looked at the woman, and sighed helplessly.

"Alas, if it weren't for repaying a favor, I would never agree to this with your master."

"It's really detrimental to one's virtue."

Compared to the old man, the man with a knife on his back did not dare to even look at the stunning girl. He knew his master's character very well. If he spoke even a word to the girl, it would probably be a disaster.

In order to change the subject, the man with the knife on his back rolled his eyes, put on a smile, and spoke to the old man in a flattering manner.

"Senior, speaking of which, I asked my men to investigate before. It turns out that this small town actually has the lost "A Thousand Miles of Mountains and Rivers"."

Hearing this, the old man's expression changed, there was a hint of joy in his eyes, and he rarely showed a smile.

"Oh, that's rare."

"If it is authentic, it would be worth my trip here."

"Song Hao, settle down in the city today and take me to see it tomorrow."

"Yes, I will follow your instructions."

Chapter 5 Fate

The carriage moved forward slowly and there was no more reaction. Shi Gu, who was sitting upstairs, saw this and frowned. He grabbed the wine glass in his hand and turned it back and forth.

"Something's wrong, something very wrong."

Having been in the underworld for most of his life, Shi Gu has long been familiar with the character of these people in the underworld.

Although these gangsters would not say it explicitly when they got together, they would always compete with each other secretly. Even when they were peeing, they would compete to see who could pee higher and farther, and some even competed to see whose pee was yellower.

In the current situation, according to Shi Gu's past experience, either the people in the carriage are cautious and have a peaceful temperament, or they have done something shameful and no one dares to interfere.

Shi Gu thought about it again and again, raised his brows and thought that when traveling in the world, one should not meddle in other people's business. If one gets involved in some powerful conflict, it would be a huge disaster.

But unfortunately, the reason why Shigu has such a bad reputation is because he is a well-known nosy person.

People who can speak say that he is a chivalrous man.

People who can't speak just call him a troublemaker.

After thinking for a long time, Shi Gu put down his wine glass and shouted loudly.

"The waiter."

As soon as he finished speaking, a waiter quickly appeared. He was wearing open clothes. As he walked, he flexed his muscles and struck several poses.

Is it true that there are no decent people in Antian City?

The waiter was very familiar with Shi Gu. He stood in front of Shi Gu, raised his arms, flexed his arm muscles, and smiled.

"Shopkeeper Shi, why are you eating so fast today?"

Shi Gu smiled and drank the wine in the glass, then looked at the waiter who was posing a few more times to show off his muscles, and asked.

"It's so cold, aren't you cold wearing so little?"

The waiter smiled when he heard this, his teeth chattering slightly, but he still looked nonchalant.

"It's okay. As martial artists, how can we be afraid of this little bit of cold wind?"

"No, no...not cold, not cold at all."

Shi Gu smiled and said nothing more. He stood up, waved to the waiter and said.

"As usual, put it on my account and I'll come over next month to settle it all."

The waiter smiled when he heard this, did not stop him, and began to clear the dishes on the table.

Shi Gu walked out of the restaurant and onto the street. After looking at the crowd for a few seconds, he turned and walked in the direction where the carriage had just driven.

Coincidentally, the carriage was heading in the same direction as his antique shop. Shi Gu yawned, stretched lazily, then smiled freely and disappeared into the crowd.

After a long time, Shi Gu passed by his own store. After taking a casual glance, the corner of his mouth twitched.

In front of the closed wooden door of his own store, a man in black clothes was holding a hammer and nailing a wooden sign to the door.

The man in black was a strong man. He took the wooden sign and nailed it to the wooden door several times, but felt that the position was not right. He then pulled out the nail and wanted to find a new position to nail it again.

Thinking of this, the man in black just removed the nailed wooden sign and was about to find a position he liked when a big foot kicked him hard on the butt.

The man was caught off guard, and his old face hit the wooden door. His nose hit the door, feeling sore and painful. He instantly got angry and turned around, only to see a young man slowly retracting his right foot and speaking softly to him.

"You nailed your mother?"

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then became furious, straightened his back, looked at the young man coldly, and said in a cold voice.

"you wanna die……"

Pah! Before the man could finish, the young man swung his arm and slapped the man in the face. The middle-aged man's body swayed, his head felt dizzy, and only the burning pain on his face remained.

He was completely unaware that his already weak true energy instantly dissipated and could no longer be circulated.

The young man was naturally Shi Gu. At this moment he rolled up his sleeves with a dark look on his face. He said he had retired, but he did not say that he had also retired his temper.

Without waiting for the middle-aged man to get up, Shi Gu picked up a wooden stick, swung it around, and hit the middle-aged man hard on the shoulder, cursing.

"You have so many parents, how dare you open my store?!"

"Are you still pretending with me? What are you pretending for?"

"Are you here to practice carpentry?"

Shi Gu punched and kicked the middle-aged man for a while, and only after a good beating did he calm down. The middle-aged man no longer had his previous arrogance. He held his head, shrank against the door, and dared not say a word.

The pedestrians around seemed to be accustomed to this kind of thing, and there was not even anyone watching.

After calming down, Shi Gu threw away the wooden stick that was about to break into two pieces, kicked the middle-aged man impatiently, and asked.

"Tell me, what were you doing just now?"

The middle-aged man's arrogance had disappeared completely after the beating. When he heard Shi Gu's question, he looked at Shi Gu cautiously and uttered a few words.

"I was just... getting beaten."

Shi Gu's eyes twitched and he couldn't help rolling his eyes, then kicked the middle-aged man on the butt again.

"You are telling me a stand-up comedy here!"

The middle-aged man who was kicked again felt quite aggrieved, but he didn't dare to say anything. After groping on the ground for a while, he took out a wooden sign and handed it to Shi Gu.

"This is my house... My master has ordered that he will rent your shop tomorrow and bring a distinguished guest. Whether you buy anything or not, he will give you twenty taels of silver."

Shi Gu took the wooden sign, looked at it for a few seconds, then his expression changed, but he said with a smile and an apologetic look.

"Tsk, isn't this the Jade Emperor kicking the Queen Mother's door at night? Family members don't recognize each other."

"Sorry, sorry, this is my fault."

As he spoke, Shi Gu helped the middle-aged man up, and after saying a few hypocritical words of humility, he suddenly said.

"Well, this is my fault, so I have to make up for it."

"Look, this door is made of pear wood, so I'll charge you a little less."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man's face twitched. He glanced at the blackened wooden door next to him, then looked at Shi Gu who was smiling, and whispered.

"No... Is this pear wood?"

Shi Gu's expression remained unchanged. He took out a purse from the middle-aged man and explained with a smile.

"It's old pear wood. Old pear wood. That's why it's a little darker."

As he spoke, Shi Gu took out a piece of silver from his purse, closed the purse, threw the piece of silver to the middle-aged man, and put the purse in his pocket.

The middle-aged man's eyelids twitched wildly as he looked at the change in his hand, but when he looked at Shi Gu in front of him and recalled the beating he had just received, he shuddered and dared not say anything. After muttering an apology in a low voice, he ran into the crowd as if escaping.

Shi Gu held the purse in his hand, smiling as he looked at the middle-aged man who ran into the crowd. He pursed his lips and whispered to himself.

"My store is going to be booked tomorrow. This saves me a lot of effort."

Although they had only met once, Shi Gu clearly remembered that the middle-aged man was the coachman on the carriage, a small fry who was not even at the first level of martial arts.

Chapter 6: There is a Kind

Shi Gu watched the middle-aged man disappear in the crowd, then turned and walked into the store and closed the door again.

The antique shop, which had not been open for five years, was now in a mess. There was a thick layer of dust on the counter and many spider webs hanging in the corners.

The color of the canvas of the fake "A Thousand Miles of Mountains and Rivers", the store's former treasure, has faded a lot, and it looks more like the real thing than before.

Shi Gu stepped forward and waved his sleeves. A breeze suddenly blew up, instantly blowing up the dust in the store and forcibly pulling down the spider webs. It was as if an invisible big hand was pulling, and all the dust and debris fell into one place.

But even so, the store still looked a bit unpresentable, but Shi Gu didn't have the heart to continue cleaning up. He walked to the counter, opened a secret cabinet, and took out a pile of bottles and jars.

Shi Gu picked up one of the small bottles, took a look at it, seemed to be thinking about something, then put the bottle down, frowned and began to ponder.

A warrior at the seventh level of martial arts can already be considered a master, with great internal energy. The effects of these poisons are minimal, and if one accidentally alerts the enemy, it will be counterproductive.

After hesitating for a long time, Shi Gu sighed and put the pile of bottles and jars back into the secret compartment. He squatted down again and rummaged under the counter for a long time before he found a sword from a pile of miscellaneous items.

The sword had no scabbard and was just casually thrown under the counter. Not only was the blade covered with dust, there were also a few traces of rat droppings.