Chapter 62 Yi Dao Ren

In the lobby of the Nanyang Gang headquarters.

An old man with a tall figure and a long beard stood in front of a painting called "The Heavenly King of the Pagoda", which was painted by his good friend Zhan Ziqian.

On the side of the Heavenly King picture, there is a crescent-shaped long sword weighing nearly 60 kilograms.

The old man looked to be over sixty years old, with a high nose bridge, a sharp face, and calm eyes that concealed a sharp light.

This person is Yang Zhen, the leader of Nanyang.

He seemed to have thought of something, and his feet paced back and forth unconsciously.

There were two other people in the lobby, one in his fifties with a righteous look on his face, and the other in his early forties with thick eyebrows and lips.

The older one is called Meng Degong, nicknamed Left-Handed Sword.

The one with thick eyebrows is called Fan Naitang.

They breathe deeply and have a spirit that is rare among ordinary people.

These two are not only great martial arts masters, but also Yang Zhen's right-hand men.

Meng Degong, with a righteous look on his face, put down his teacup and couldn't help asking, "What's troubling the gang leader?"

Fan Naitang raised his thick eyebrows. "Is it because of that man-eating lunatic Zhu Can from Guanjun City? Or is it because of the recent conflicts among those families in the city?"

“Neither.”

Yang Zhen responded in a low voice, then stood at the entrance of the lobby, stroking his beard and looking towards the east: "I don't know why, but I've been feeling uneasy lately."

At this time, Meng Degong and Fan Naitang stood up and stood beside Yang Zhen.

Look east with him.

I saw cumulus clouds in the distant sky, very dark in color, like lead blocks forged by a heavy hammer, pressing down on the sky layer by layer.

A lightning dragon flashed in the clouds, brightening the eyes of the three people.

“Boom~!”

There was a loud thunder.

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"Is it going to rain?"

Zhou Yi looked up at the dark clouds, then looked ahead and saw a small town in the distance.

I couldn't help but quicken my pace and head towards the city.

If it rains suddenly, it would not be nice to get soaked.

The saying "leaning on Funiu Mountain and facing the Han River, gazing at the golden basin and scooping up the fine wine" refers exactly to the place where he stood.

He went to visit the generals and led an army to rebel against Mang.

The great magician Liu Xiu also set foot here.

The dark clouds hung low like a huge mouth, and Zhou Yi sped up a little and entered the ancient city of Sheqi.

Glancing around, I saw a teahouse not far away, with a tall sign that was swaying left and right in the wind blowing through the city.

A waiter came out of the teahouse and brought a big stone to press down on the building to stabilize it.

"Sir, would you like a cup of tea to quench your thirst?"

As Zhou Yi approached, the guy came over.

This teahouse occupies the advantage of being located at the city gate, making it easy to attract customers, and therefore it is extremely lively.

There were people everywhere inside and outside.

There were four or five carriages parked at the door, with escort flags hanging on them.

There were also a dozen strong horses, guarded by alert guards, and several gangsters leaning against the horses drinking tea, each armed with a knife and a stick.

There were traveling merchants, travelers, bodyguards, a few beggars sitting at the door, and some government officials in the city, all mixed together.

Everyone seems to be used to it.

Zhou Yi quickly adapted to the atmosphere around Nanyang County. "There's tea to drink, but no one can sit."

He is speaking.

At the door, six herb vendors carrying packages stood up and shouted for the bill.

"It seems that you are a distinguished guest," the waiter was quite eloquent, meaning that Zhou Yi was lucky to come.

He quickly cleared the table and Zhou Yi sat there.

The voice of Dr. Tea was heard from the second floor of the teahouse. Putting the affairs of the martial arts world and the chaos in the world together, it was quite lively.

One of the things made Zhou Yi laugh.

It is said that Zhang Xutuo's troops are chasing Li Mi, and the masters of the Jinzi Camp are fighting fiercely with the Pushan Public Camp.

Just as I was about to listen carefully, six people suddenly came in from outside, four men and two women, all very young.

Their clothes and weapons are uniform and quite impressive.

The leading man was tall and had a rather honest look. Next to him was a pretty girl, both of them were about 27 or 28 years old.

The man glanced around and went upstairs again.

Unable to find an open space, he walked towards Zhou Yi.

"Junior sister, let's get together here."

"Okay." The woman responded.

After saying that, he bowed to Zhou Yi again, but swallowed the word "brother" before he could even say it.

"Master, excuse me for disturbing you."

Quite polite.

Zhou Yi smiled and moved slightly to make room for them, "Please."

"Thank you very much."

The man asked his junior sister to sit down first, and his companion next to him shouted, "Waiter."

People in the teahouse were used to it.

"Hey, big brother, look."

The woman stared at the flag next to Zhou Yi and saw the words Yin and Yang blown by the wind.

Several people around heard the sound and looked over, then looked at Zhou Yi.

"Can the Taoist priest do something shady for a living?"

The one who is referring to the black is the Yin-Yang Master.

"I can do it, but I have to go to Nanyang to look for someone, so I can't delay you," Zhou Yi politely declined.

The man advised, "It won't take up your time. It's just on the way. It'll only take two or three hours. I won't let you lose any money."

"Zhu Can from Champion City is causing chaos in the surrounding area. We need to interrogate him before entering the county city. If you come with us, we can go through without any hindrance and avoid any trouble."

Zhou Yi still shook his head and declined: "Thank you for your kindness, but I still want to go find someone on my own."

"Young Taoist priest, why not give us a break? Why rush for hours?" the girl complained. "What important person are you looking for?"

She said in a rather loud tone:

"Just tell us about the important people in Nanyang County. Let's see if there are any we don't know."

Zhou Yi's expression changed slightly: "I am not very good at seeing, I don't know who you are."

The man said, "My name is Ying Yu, and my master is Lü Chong, the head of the Tiankui Sect."

"What my junior sister said is true. She is the beloved daughter of our master. If you are looking for an important person, even Yang Dalongtou can help pass on a message."

The woman said with a hint of pride: "My name is Lv Wuxia, young Taoist priest, are you willing to go with us now?"

Zhou Yi glanced at their weapons.

As expected, they were all long, narrow swords with straight bodies and ring heads.

The head of the Tiankui sect, Mr. Lu Chong, is a famous figure in the martial arts world, and outsiders call him "Ring Hand Knife".

Judging from this, there is no doubt that these people are from the Tiankui Sect.

He changed his mind and offered a greeting: "So you are a disciple of the Tiankui Sect. I am so sorry for the disrespect."

Then try to ask:

"If I still refuse, you won't be angry, right?"

The disciples behind him sneered, "You guys really underestimate our Tiankui Sect."

Lu Wuxia rolled his eyes: "He's not underestimating us, he's definitely timid, afraid of what we're going to do to him."

The eldest brother Ying Yu glanced at the younger sister and said, "I think the Taoist priest really has something important to say. Then please go ahead. The tea here is on me."

After hearing this, Zhou Yi suddenly became serious:

"I often heard outsiders say that Master Lu Zhong had a good way of teaching, and that many of his disciples were doing good deeds in Nanyang, Xiangyang, and Hannan. At first, I didn't believe it."

"After seeing your demeanor this time, I know the rumors are true."

“I admire you so much!”

After saying that, he bowed to a few people.

This strategy of first criticizing and then praising greatly benefited the few people. They looked at Zhou Yi with friendly eyes and returned the greeting with a fist salute, showing great courtesy.

Zhou Yi's words were both true and false.

The Tiankui Sect did have some heroic deeds, but not as good as he praised them.

However, among the eight major forces in Nanyang, the Tiankui Sect has the most upright character.

This is thanks to the head of the family, Mr. Lu Chong. If the upper beam is straight, the lower beams will not be easily crooked.

"Young Taoist priest, your words are very pleasant," said the eldest brother Ying Yu, but his words were not effective, and the younger sister Lu Wuxia spoke first. "Now that you have said your words, are you willing to change your mind and come with us to perform the ritual?"

"I couldn't ask for more."

Zhou Yi smiled and said, "I will perform the ritual for you for free. I will burn the City God's certificate, soul money, and paper banners, and keep them in a respectable manner."

"But I'd like to ask a few heroes and heroines for a small favor."

"Hey, Taoist Priest, you're climbing the ladder so quickly. You were pushing and pulling just now, and it seems like you were doing it on purpose," a Tiankui sect member behind him grinned, "Do you really want us to help you find some big shots from the major sects?"

"How dare I," Zhou Yi's face darkened. "Actually, I came to Nanyang to look for someone. I wanted to deliver a letter home. I only knew that my uncle was in the Wolonggang area of ​​Nanyang."

The origin of the man surnamed Yu from the Jinzi Camp was omitted, and only the story of his death while delivering a letter home to Liao was told.

When the Tiankui Sect members heard this, their eyes changed again when they looked at Zhou Yi.

In other words, there is a greater sense of identity.

Senior Brother Ying Yu was full of admiration and bowed again: "Master, you are a man of great virtue and ambition, delivering a letter from a thousand miles away!"

He patted his chest and said, "I'll leave this matter to Ying. There are few people in Nanyang that my Tiankui Sect can't find. As long as this old man is still alive, he will help you return the letter."

"Thank you very much."

Zhou Yi thanked them and settled the tea bill before the others.

Although a few bowls of tea were not worth many coins, his action brought them closer together.

It is not clear whether it is easy for the old man in Wolonggang to find Zhou Yi.

If it is really difficult to find, with the help of local tyrants like Tiankuishi, the efficiency can be ten or even a hundred times higher than if he were alone.

If you want to survive in Nanyang, it is impossible to avoid the eight major forces.

It is a pleasant surprise to be able to meet Lu Zhong’s daughter and his eldest disciple.

Moreover, although these people have the arrogance of being from a big sect, their character seems to be good.

Making friends with these people is much more comfortable than saying things against your will to your secret advisor.

Ying Yu looked at him and said, "Master, your manners are extraordinary. I wonder what to call you, and which lineage do you come from?"

"Oh, I am a man of many learnings, and I have no system or order in my study of the classics. I know a little bit about Huang Lao and Zhuangzi, but I have only learned the superficial and simple knowledge, pretending to be a man of Yi Dao."

Zhou Yi said bluntly, "It's just a way to make a living in the underworld. It's not something you can show off."

Ying Yu was a sincere person. Seeing that the young Taoist priest was dressed simply and looked dusty, he was very happy.

Just take everything he says as true.

So he consoled her by saying, "We're all just trying to make a living, so it doesn't matter what the situation is."

"The Ren family who performed this ritual are wealthy, and they love making friends, so they are always generous."

"Master Yi, you can take whatever amount of magic money you should take. There's no need to put yourself in a difficult position."

Zhou Yi took a sip of tea and asked, "Who are you trying to help go to the underworld?"

Ying Yu said, "It's Old Master Ren."

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(End of this chapter)