Starting from the Abandoned Disciple in Laoshan

Chapter 2 Qingyutang

Shen Mo changed into a clean white robe and appeared on the street of Jiangcheng outside Moha Temple Mountain.

It's late at night now.

Jiangcheng is an important road for water and land transportation, with developed commerce and no curfew.

He hadn't had a steaming meal for a long time. According to his past habits, he would go to the best restaurant in Jiangcheng to have a big meal.

The wine is best to burn a knife that is choking and spicy, so as to vent the hostility he has accumulated in the dungeon.

But he chose a stall selling mutton soup.

The stall is run by an old woman, and the fire is very hot.

Reminds him of the fire that left the Maha Temple.

The booth has only one table.

Although there were shopkeepers picking goods, craftsmen making clay figurines, and hawkers selling candied haws around the stall, there was no one there except Shen Mo.

Shen Mo walked directly to the only table in the stall, and sat down.

"I want a bowl of soup."

Shen Mo didn't seem to care about the abnormalities around him, and spoke slowly.

The stooped old woman nodded, and made a bowl of mutton soup with great effort, and brought it to the table.

"Please, sir."

Shen Mo shook his head, "I don't want this bowl of soup."

The old woman's cloudy eyes were puzzled, "This old man only sells mutton soup."

Shen Mo smiled, and looked at the steaming pot, the mutton inside had already seeped fat under the boiling water, the fat was collided and decomposed in the water, and emulsified into a pot of white soup.

"This soup is excellent, but I'm craving another soup right now."

The old woman's cloudy eyes flashed a sharp,
"What soup?"

Shen Mo paused word by word, "Mengpo Soup."

As soon as he finished speaking, a murderous look erupted from the shopkeeper next to him.

But it was not the shopkeeper who started the fight, but the hawker selling candied haws.

A bunch of candied haws turned into shooting stars and shot towards Shen Mo.

If there is no accident, this string of candied haws can penetrate Shen Mo's temple in an instant.It can be said that the firing method of this bunch of candied haws is not inferior to the world's top hidden weapon masters.The force attached to it is enough to penetrate an inch-thick steel plate.

But in the blink of an eye, Shen Mo gently stretched out two fingers, and only squeezed them lightly.

Incomparably calm, incomparably accurate.

Shen Mo held a bunch of candied haws that could easily pierce through the steel plate.

"I have been teaching in Youming for many years, but I have never tasted Mengpo soup. Now I want to try it to see if it can relieve pain and worry as rumored."

Even though he had just avoided death, Shen Mo did not get angry, and was still polite.

But the shopkeepers and craftsmen feel like a mountain is pressing on their bodies, making them breathless.

As for the hawkers selling candied haws, there is no need to breathe.

At some point, a bunch of candied haws stuck in his throat, almost without stem.

No one saw how it all happened.

It seemed that the string of candied haws had grown in his throat like this.

Death came so suddenly.

If the old woman really has Mengpo soup, then he must use it.

Of course, even if the old lady has Mengpo soup, she has no time to care about the ghost of the candied haws seller. She is the closest to Shen Mo, so naturally she is under the greatest pressure now.

Under the tremendous pressure, the old woman's muddy eyes became extremely clear.

Shen Mo was much more terrifying than she expected.

If it is not handled properly, not only will her eyes be clear, but she will also have to live a clear life.

She scratched at her own face, the old skin was actually scratched off, revealing a young and pretty face.

The fire was strong, and it made her face look like a peach blossom, which was soul-stirring.

Still peach blossom noodles, frequent lower willow eyebrows.

It was a face that would fascinate most men in the world, and it was obvious that she was performing a kind of charm.

Unfortunately, Shen Mo was not fascinated by this, but showed a trace of disappointment, "So you are not Meng Po."

Shen Mo's disappointment fell into the young mother-in-law's eyes as contempt.

She couldn't help being angry in her heart, she straightened her waist, and a cold light flashed in her sleeve robe.

It was actually a short blade.

This is a rare stunt in the arena - the green snake in the sleeve.

The moment the short blade appeared, the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped a lot.

The sharp blade light burst out with an extremely sharp sword energy, like a green snake coming out of a hole, revealing its murderous intent.

But a pale hand reached out to the blade light that was as nimble as a green snake.

This hand was so dry that it had only skin, no flesh and blood, and the bones were protruding.The dazzling light of the white blade disappeared the moment the hand reached in.

It seems that there is a kind of magical power in the dark, which wipes away the white blade.

The fire in the furnace became stronger again, because blood flowed into the furnace.

It turned out that the pretty woman dressed as an old woman had a short knife stuck in her chest, and blood sprayed from the wound into the stove.

At the same time, countless sharp arrows were shot from the walls on both sides of the long street. They were military bows and crossbows, and they were extremely powerful.

At the moment when the sharp arrow was shot, Shen Mo shuttled through the rain of arrows like a fish, and finally turned into a straight line and flew away.

The hunt from Nether Sect started again.

Jiangcheng couldn't get out for the time being.

Of course, he didn't intend to go out either.

He needs to find a nearby place to settle down, rest for a while, and at the same time need a lot of nourishing medicine.

...

...

Qingyutang is a large company that mainly deals in medicinal materials. Qingyutang in Jiangcheng is one of its 73 branches. The shopkeeper in the hall is surnamed Shi and named San.

Been the treasurer of the semicolon for ten years.

Over the past ten years, Shi San has acquired the temperament of a Confucian businessman, and decorated his study in the hall, which is mostly written by famous masters.

He is already very satisfied with this life, not to mention that the big boss behind Qingyutang has disappeared for several years.He also inquired about some news. He heard that the big boss's family now tolerates neither good nor evil, and maybe it has become a pile of dead bones now.

As long as no one finds out the relationship between Dadong's family and Qingyutang, he can sit back and relax, and even gradually transfer this semicolon into his own property.

At that time, the old mother, wife and children will be taken over, and there will be no regrets in life.

He was so excited, he swiped his pen and ink, and was about to write the word "Reunion".

At this moment there was a knock on the door.

"Who?" Shi San felt dissatisfied.

And the door of the study opened straight, revealing a figure that made Shi [-] terrified, the man said softly: "Can I come in?"

He stood up slowly, his body was involuntarily limp, his hands subconsciously propped up on the handles of the chair, and he stammered, "Big... big... Boss, please come in."

The man nodded slightly, walked to Shi San's side, Shi San stepped aside, and the man took advantage of the situation to sit down.

While Shi San took a few deep breaths, he moved in front of him.

"My business, you know?"

Shi San replied cautiously: "I heard a little bit."

"Then you know what I came to see you for?"

"Shi San's life is always the boss's. As long as the boss gives the order, even if he goes up the mountain of swords or into the sea of ​​fire, his subordinates will not hesitate." Shi San replied quickly.

The man smiled noncommittally, "Mountains of knives and sea of ​​fire are punishments of the Nether Sect. Do you want to report to the Nether Sect?"

Shi San's face froze.

In the blink of an eye, the man appeared beside him, patted him on the shoulder, returned to the chair in a flash, and said leisurely, "Don't be afraid, I'm just joking. I know you What are you thinking, now I am just a bereaved dog, what is so great about it. I understand you very well, if I were you, I would find a way to stabilize me, and then I would find a chance to report the news. "

Shi San broke out in cold sweat on his forehead, "This subordinate is absolutely loyal to the boss, and will never harbor any evil thoughts."

The man smiled slightly, "I'm not a person who likes to bet my own safety on the loyalty of others. It's not good for you or me. So I have a way to keep you from betraying me. Do you want to know what it is?"

Facing the unpredictability of the big boss, Shi San asked in horror: "Can the big boss make it clear?"

"I know that your sons and daughters are very promising, and you are very filial, so the life of the old mother in your hometown is also very good. Although you didn't say these things when you joined me. But as your boss, You can't help but care about the lives of your subordinates. Don't worry, they will be fine."

Shi San knew that he was completely controlled by the big boss.

Only two or three of his closest confidants know about his family affairs. "Don't put your safety on the loyalty of others." This sentence is particularly ironic.

After a while, the door of the study closed, and the man suddenly disappeared.

A sentence echoed in Shi San's mind in the study.

"I'm going to live here for a while."

Even though there was no wind, Shi San felt chilly from head to toe.

In the next few days, Shi San never saw Shen Mo again.

But he is very clear that the big boss is still there, because the precious medicinal materials in Qingyutang are being consumed at an unimaginable speed.

He didn't say anything about it, hesitating in his heart whether he should continue to buy goods to fill the consumption of the big boss, or
To tip off?

But he didn't dare to gamble with his wealth and life.

When those precious medicinal materials were about to bottom out, I decided to pretend not to know and continue to purchase.Anyway, it is considered an accidental loss, not to mention that even if the people below know, they will only regard him as greedy.

These days, people above don't eat meat, and people below don't like soup.

Therefore, the rapid consumption of Qingyutang's precious medicinal materials was covered up wholeheartedly.

(End of this chapter)