Chapter 180: Southern Beggar Hong 8
"What?" Zhao Yushu was stunned and spoke subconsciously.
As expected, this old man has chased the interior of the Buddhist temple. How can he be so sure that it is me?
"Not you?"
"I guess you've made a mistake."
What a joke! I'm not stupid, how could I admit it?
Old Man Wuxi chuckled, and your movements could not be seen at all, but his palm had already landed on Zhao Yushu's dantian.
"Senior, please show mercy!" The sword flashed, and the tip of the sword pierced the old man's temple. No one saw when he drew the sword, only the sword light. The young man in black directly attacked Wei to save Zhao.
Zhao Yushu stretched out his hand almost instinctively, as Mrs. Xu would appear in the next moment, but he stopped abruptly and his hand stopped at his waist, where a sword should have been.
The old man caught the sword of the young man in black in his palm, and his other palm stopped at Zhao Yushu's dantian, but he did not use any force.
"You use a sword?" Old Man Wuxi looked at Zhao Yushu's hand.
"I secretly learned some Shushan sword techniques from Senior Brother Sun."
Old man Wuxi nodded. The assassin last night used a short sword, while the Shushan swordsman used a long sword. A little inertial thinking successfully misled him.
So smart people are easier to deceive because they can use their own imagination.
"Forget it. I met two rising stars today. Not bad, not bad." Old Man Wuxi walked out of the room with his hands behind his back, and his breath quickly disappeared.
"Oh, thank you, senior brother!" Zhao Yushu bowed to the young man in black.
"Ha, I thought my sword was extremely fast. I thought that even if I couldn't hurt him, I should be able to touch him at least. The reputation of Old Man Wuxi is well-deserved."
"Old Man Wuxi?"
The young man nodded and said, "This senior who has been famous for a long time, is said to have encountered disaster when he was exploring a secret underwater place in his early years. He was almost buried in it. At the moment of life and death, he realized the world and entered the inner world in his own world. His methods are very mysterious."
Zhao Yushu was stunned: "Why would such a person work for the Duke of Yue?"
The young man laughed and said, "Serve? The emperor can forget about asking him to serve. This is not a secret. When he was young, Old Man Wuxi received favors from the previous Duke of Yue. After he became famous, he publicly promised to protect the descendants of the Duke of Yue. This time, the Duke of Yue probably saw that Jiangning was in turmoil and invited him to be on the safe side."
So that's how it is. I was wondering how the Duke of Yue could afford to hire such an expert.
"I forgot to ask my brother's name for a moment."
"Haha, I'm Wu Ziheng, a disciple of Shushan."
"Hello, Senior Brother Wu. I wonder if Senior Brother Wu knows if there is a person named Li Xiaoyao in your sect?"
Wu Ziheng thought for a moment and said, "Maybe there are so many disciples in Shushan that I have never heard of this person. Could he be a friend of Junior Brother Zhao?"
Not a friend, but my idol.
Zhao Yushu said something silently in his heart, and thanked the big boss Wu Ziheng again. There were still six days before the banquet at Wangjiang Tower, and he still had a lot to do.
For example, find out who is behind the Beggars' Sect.
This matter seemed to have nothing to do with what he really wanted to do, but Zhao Yushu never missed any possible clue. Nanyang's incident taught him that every detail you don't care about may eventually become a knife stabbing your heart.
The three little beggars hid near the gate of the Taoist temple. Now that the weather was getting warmer, they didn't have to worry about freezing to death. Every day, the disciples in the temple would give them some leftovers and ask them to do some work within their ability as compensation, such as chopping wood and carrying water.
Two younger siblings were carrying a bucket of garbage. When they saw Zhao Yushu leaving the house, they hurriedly stopped and bowed to Zhao Yushu.
"Where is your eldest brother?" Zhao Yushu walked over and touched the two children's heads, and asked softly.
"My eldest brother went to the city to deliver a letter. It was a job arranged by Taoist brother." The little girl answered timidly.
"Then where did you meet the Beggars' Sect members last time? Do you remember?"
Hearing the word "Beggars' Gang", the two children's eyes showed a trace of fear at the same time. The boy hesitated for a moment and said, "There are two people squatting behind the store where you gave us buns last time."
"it is good."
Zhao Yushu said goodbye to the two children, walked to the restaurant, and walked around. Sure enough, he saw that the prime spot for begging was occupied by two beggars with fat faces.
You two are fatter than me. Is it appropriate for you to be beggars here?
Zhao Yushu walked over. When the two saw a neatly dressed scholar coming, they immediately picked up their bowls and said, "Sir, please have mercy on me."
"Okay."
Zhao Yushu took out a silver coin and dropped it into the bowl with a clang.
The two beggars were stunned. It was normal for them not to get any money, and it was luck to get a few copper coins. What they offered was just a grain of silver. Although it was little, it was worth dozens or even hundreds of coins.
I met a fool!
The two beggars looked at each other, opened their mouths wide, and kowtowed one after another: "Thank you, sir, thank you, sir!"
Zhao Yushu walked casually into an alley, and saw two beggars in Yu Guangzhong's sight getting up. One followed him, while the other ran away, not knowing whether he was calling for help or doing something else.
Zhao Yushu deliberately walked to a place with fewer people. Not long after, he walked into a narrow and deserted alley. Then a beggar with a long stick in his hand and a grim smile on his face appeared in front of him. He was the one who had just slipped away.
It turned out that they were blocking the road. Zhao Yushu turned around and saw that, as expected, the beggar who had been following him was blocking the road behind him.
Zhao Yushu deliberately concealed his spiritual power and pretended to be no different from an ordinary person. Two beggars walked towards him one after another.
"What do you two mean by this?" Zhao Yushu opened his folding fan and shook it. The weather was a little hot.
"Sir, we are after money, so just take out all the money and save yourself the pain. A young master like you doesn't need that money anyway."
"Oh? But didn't I just give it to you? Isn't it a bit greedy to do this?"
"Why are you talking so much nonsense? I'm just asking you whether you want money or your life."
Zhao Yushu frowned: "Do you know who I am?"
The beggar in front laughed: "I don't know, but among the people in Jiangning City that we can't afford to offend, there is definitely no one like you."
Another beggar was a little smarter: "Sir, why don't you tell us which family you are from? If we have offended the wrong person, we will immediately kowtow to you 100 times to apologize, and you can beat us or scold us as you like."
"Okay, listen carefully, I am Hong Bagong, the leader of the Clean Clothes Gang of the Jiangnan Beggars' Clan, also known as the Southern Beggar!"
What the hell? The two beggars looked at each other. What was this guy saying? It seemed that he could understand every word, but when he put it together, he couldn't understand it at all. It seemed that he was still talking about our Beggars' Sect.
"Damn it, he's playing tricks on me, beat him!" The beggar in front was hit on the head with a stick, and then he flew away.
Even without using spiritual power, it would only take Zhao Yushu a few ordinary people a matter of moving his fingers.
The beggar behind was shocked and turned around and ran away: "Just wait!"
Zhao Yushu sat on the beggar who fell to the ground: "Okay, I'll wait. How many people can you call?"
The beggar who was running away was stunned. He had only said something harsh, but why did this person take it seriously? Was he really going to wait here?
"Humph, hundreds of people!"
"Twenty, is there?"
"Yes, yes!"
"Ok, I will wait for you."
Zhao Yushu looked at the beggar who was running away and felt that he was a bit like Liao Fan. Well, he wanted to fight.