He admitted it.
Qin Wushuang’s master is indeed Old Man Zhuge. As the name suggests, his master’s surname is Zhuge.
For some reason, when I hear Zhuge's surname, my first instinct is that he is talented, capable, and wise.
Perhaps this is an impression ingrained in the Chinese people.
“Is your master really Old Man Zhuge?” Shen Wanqian’s eyes shone and he looked energetic, as if he had taken stimulants.
"Didn't you ask that yourself? You should be pretty sure."
"Yes, but it's another shock when you admit it yourself." Shen Wanqian took a sip of tea to calm his nerves.
"Old Master Zhuge is well-known in the martial arts world. He is a true master and senior. Few people in the secular world know him, and he is unknown because they are not qualified. But in the hidden sects and families, he is known to everyone and is a household name."
"Some even say that Old Man Zhuge's martial arts skills are the best in the world. He has superb medical skills, can revive the dead, and is capable of anything."
"Not only that, he also knows about Qimen numerology, feng shui, and fortune-telling."
"He can play various musical instruments effortlessly and has achieved very high accomplishments." Shen Wanqian praised him highly, and what he said was true.
Qin Wushuang had been with his master for three years, so he naturally understood his master's abilities.
It is indeed true, Master is almost an all-round genius.
"Brother Qin, I have an unwelcome request."
"Tell me about it." Qin Wushuang picked up a piece of mutton with chopsticks, put it in the sauce bowl, covered it with small ingredients and stuffed it into his mouth. The feeling of satisfaction arose spontaneously, and the fragrance was beyond words.
I was so drunk.
With snowflakes flying outside and a cold wind blowing, while eating piping hot pot inside, one can’t help but feel immersed in a state of mind and refreshed.
"Can you help me heal someone? Since you are the direct disciple of Master Zhuge, you must be a very skilled doctor."
"As the saying goes, a good teacher produces good students. The one who follows the King of Hell is at least at the level of a ghost general. What's more, I have investigated you and I can be sure that your medical skills are quite good." Shen Wanqian took the risk and said in front of others that he had investigated Qin Wushuang.
Qin Wushuang remained silent and continued eating, as if he was deaf and didn't hear anything.
“Brother Qin, is this okay?” Shen Wanqian asked anxiously.
"Is this why you asked me to come here?"
"A frank person doesn't speak in mincing words, yes!" Shen Wanqian admitted it openly, without beating around the bush or doing anything useless. No one is a fool, and what's the point of denying it? It will only make people feel hypocritical.
"And then?" Qin Wushuang wanted to hear what happened next.
"I'll pay you. Just name your price."
"I'm not short of money." Qin Wushuang lowered his eyelids and leaned back in his chair.
“Brother Qin, whatever you want, as long as I have it, I can take it out.” Shen Wanqian said with full sincerity.
"If you ask me to do something for you, you should take the initiative to offer conditions that impress me, instead of me asking for them. If it's suitable, I'll do it. If it's not, we can still be good friends." Qin Wushuang is a rational person. He won't help others unconditionally just because they have had a meal or a drink together.
Shen Wanqian had a purpose in asking Qin Wushuang to come over today, not just to get to know him or make friends.
The two had only met once before, let alone any feelings for each other, which did not exist.
"Brother Qin, if you can cure this patient, I will owe you a huge favor."
"If you need me in the future, I will spare no effort to help you, even if it means going through fire and water."
People are forgetful. They will be grateful to you when you are needed, but when things are over, the mood will gradually fade away and you will no longer have the same feeling as before.
Compared with a verbal check, it is more practical, and the latter is obviously more advantageous.
Qin Wushuang remained unmoved and said nothing.
Shen Wanqian understood what Qin Wushuang meant.
"So, do you like some weird stuff?"
"For example?" Qin Wushuang opened his eyes and raised his sword-like eyebrows.
"Treasure map!" Shen Wanqian whispered.
"Oh? What treasure map?"
"The Dragon Vein of the Great Qing!"
"Nonsense, what dragon veins of the Qing Dynasty? Are you telling me about The Deer and the Cauldron?" Qin Wushuang didn't care and pretended to be serious.
"I'm much more familiar with The Deer and the Cauldron than you are. I've watched no less than five versions of the TV series alone, so Brother Shen, please don't joke around."
"Please don't make fun of me, it's meaningless." Qin Wushuang said slowly, with an expression of complete disbelief. What a bullshit.
"Since you're not sincere, don't drink this wine. I'll take my leave. I'll treat you next time we get together."
Shen Wanqian hurriedly grabbed Qin Wushuang's arm and said, "Brother Qin, everything I say is true. If you tell a lie, I will be struck by lightning and die a miserable death."
"No, if swearing an oath works, the world's population will be reduced by at least half." Qin Wushuang was a bit conservative. Half is too much or too little.
It should be less.
No more than 30% will survive.
"Don't you trust me?" Shen Wanqian asked a fatal question, just like a woman asking her boyfriend, almost like moral kidnapping.
“Come on, brother, we didn’t even know each other before.” Qin Wushuang shrugged, suspecting that Shen Wanqian was mentally ill.
Shen Wanqian thought about it and realized that the two of them were relatively unfamiliar with each other and there was no trust between them. "Brother Qin, what exactly do you want to do in exchange for helping me?"
"The treasure map is in the hands of my master. As his only disciple, I am closer to him than a son and can decide its ownership." Shen Wanqian spoke the truth.
"Not necessarily." Qin Wushuang said, "Let's not talk about whether I can make the decision or not. I haven't even seen the real thing, so how can I prove whether what you said is true or not?"
"The key is, is this treasure map reliable?"
“To be honest, there are three copies of the treasure map, and my master only has one.” Teacher Shen Wanqian explained.
Qin Wushuang remained calm, "What's the use of having only one copy? It's no different from a blank piece of paper."
Shen Wanqian took a sip of wine and shook his neck, "You're wrong. Do you know how important this treasure map is? How many people dream of getting it?"
"Back then, the fight for the treasure map was raging, with no fewer than ten thousand casualties, shocking the entire hidden world."
"Just to get this one copy, my master almost couldn't come back and was seriously injured."
"Also, I'll agree to one more request of yours. Any request will do."
Qin Wushuang pondered for a while, pretending to think.
"Okay, I'll agree to it reluctantly. It's like doing you a favor. Otherwise, we won't be able to meet in the future." Qin Wushuang looked like he had suffered a loss.
"But I need to get the treasure map first, otherwise, no need to talk."
"I won't get involved in empty talk."
"Okay!" Shen Wanqian agreed without hesitation, then took out his cell phone from his pocket and sent a message.
The content of the information can be roughly guessed.
The two continued to drink and chat, and about half an hour later, there was a knock on the door.
"Mr. Chen, your things!" A strong man outside handed over a small box, which was particularly exquisite.
"Okay, go back."
"yes!"
After Shen Wanqian got the box, he handed it to Qin Wushuang, “Brother Qin, open it and take a look. This is the treasure map.”
Qin Wushuang opened the box and saw a piece of mutton. He was extremely excited inside, but he appeared calm as water, and even seemed a little disgusted.
"Is this it? A treasure map?" Qin Wushuang picked it up and curled his lips.
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