Chapter 66
He quickly twisted his neck to the side, whistled, and pretended nothing had happened. Sui San turned his horse around and returned to Sui Er, sweat pouring down his face. "Damn it, damn it, my luck is so bad today!"
"I told you not to act rashly. Although we are the local bosses, the Canghai Sect won't let us go if we provoke them... Did anyone notice what you were trying to do just now?"
"No?" Sui San looked around and saw that everyone around them was doing their own thing. No one looked at them, as if the three brothers were air.
Passerby: When you are in the world, who doesn’t pretend?
Bei Qiao, who had already ridden away on his horse, said: "..." Is this the legendary loud conspiracy? These are the few people I'm fully prepared to defend against... Never mind, pig-like opponents are also good, there's no need to cause trouble for myself.
After this impulsive rescue attempt, Bei Qiao roughly assessed her current escape capabilities. With a mount, she could easily take one more person with her, as long as the enemy forces sent to outflank her were few in number.
Riding back to the inn on horseback, Bei Qiao put an ornament on Huihui who was lying in the shade, then returned to the room humming a song, sat at the table and began to daydream: I originally thought that the martial arts conference would be very interesting, but I didn’t expect the trip to end in just half a day. What should I do for the remaining half day?
"Did I overestimate the importance of this martial arts conference, or is it just that this martial arts conference is special?" Bei Qiao shook his head and opened the forum: "One group of people are rich and powerful, and the other group of people have some opportunities but no power or influence. The two groups are clearly divided..." It feels like this martial arts conference is just a face-saving project to show off muscles and negotiate deals, and it seems to have nothing to do with martial arts.
"Wait, I haven't heard that there is a martial arts leader at the martial arts conference?" Bei Qiao's finger stopped in mid-air: It seems that I need to brush up on some common sense of the martial arts world in another world, and first see if there is a martial arts leader.
Clicking the search box and entering keywords, Bei Qiao found content related to the Wulin Alliance Leader from several free posts: "The previous leaders of the Demon Sect are the Wulin Alliance Leaders... eh?"
Uncertainly exiting the post, Bei Qiao carefully read the title. After a moment of silence, he clicked on it again: "In order to prevent the various sects from hindering each other and causing the division of the martial arts world, the Demon Sect was specially established as the opposing faction? The Demon Sect's disciples are prohibited from harming the lives of ordinary people. For disciples who do not comply with this rule, the leader of the martial arts world has the right to execute them on the spot..."
Bei Qiao: It’s a bit outrageous, but it also seems somewhat reasonable. I was almost convinced... So is it true or false?
The post was set to unreplyable by the original poster, and no one else commented or replied. Bei Qiao was unable to determine whether the information was true or false, or a mixture of true and false.
"Never mind. Even if the leader of the martial arts world is the emperor himself, it has nothing to do with me..." Thinking about it carefully, this possibility seems to be possible. How could the imperial court completely stay out of the martial arts world when knights break the law with their martial arts? Among those VIPs sitting at the top, perhaps there are members of the royal family?
There were all kinds of posts in the forum. Bei Qiao searched for a while but didn't find much useful information, but he did find a lot of gossip.
"However, there are some exaggerated facts in the melons, which have certain reference value." Bei Qiao took out a pen and wrote down some addresses: "It can be considered a little gain." If there are no famous places of interest to check in, then go check in at the melon fields, maybe you can meet interesting people or things.
It's unclear when the system will support uploading pictures. Many forum members have seen famous indigenous figures, but they can't accurately describe their appearance in words. If the forum allowed posting pictures, Bei Qiao might be able to identify a few VIPs today... though that doesn't seem to be of much use.
After sorting out the information, Bei Qiao logged off to rest for a while, then practiced some basic martial arts skills and internal energy in real life. Practicing internal energy wouldn't allow one to fly over rooftops and walls in real life, but it did have its benefits. Bei Qiao's Qi was much stronger now, and his body was a bit healthier.
As for why it is just one point, it is mainly because I am already very healthy and there is not much room for improvement.
After a workout and a short nap, Bei Qiao logged back into the game at 2 p.m. and headed out to eat some melons. Before leaving, she pondered the clothes on the bed for a moment: Which identity would be more interesting this time? Myself? A member of the Qin family? Or Cousin Qiao?
"In this mixed environment, my identity is inconspicuous, but not necessarily safe either; the identity of a Qin family member is certainly useful, but... forget it, the identity of cousin Qiao is more interesting." Bei Qiao changed his clothes, picked up the fan, smiled at the mirror, then quickly put away his smile and put on the mask: Let's go!
The addresses of the melon fields listed on the forum varied in distance. Bei Qiao chose a few places not far from the inn and set off on foot to eat the melons.
The first melon field was a teahouse in Langyu City. In martial arts novels, teahouses are gossip hotspots, and every waiter is well-informed and eloquent, their every word just providing the protagonist with useful information, allowing them to advance further... After all, how could the protagonist be so lucky as to be robbed while staying at home?
What? You said the original text was about a burglary? Are you sure you don't want good luck? Are you sure?
Entering the teahouse, Bei Qiao found a seat by the window on the second floor. The tea on the second floor was more expensive than on the first floor, but the tea tasted better and came with some snacks.
If she hadn't been wearing her cousin Qiao's outfit, Bei Qiao would have liked to have stayed on the first floor. Unfortunately, her fancy clothes made her stand out a bit on the first floor, and she looked weak and vulnerable all by herself. She decided to stay on the second floor, where it would be more peaceful.
Shaking his fan, Bei Qiao leaned over to gaze at the first-floor terrace. According to the forum, this Guatian Teahouse has a set time every day for gossip sharing. After sharing a recent, popular story, they'll discuss local gossip... This teahouse must have someone behind it, right? To brazenly dish out gossip for profit like this, without a backer, would surely be beaten to death.
"...To know what happens next, wait for the next episode!" The storyteller on the stage slammed the gavel, concluding the day's storytelling to a round of applause. Next, it was time to eat some melons.
"Brother Tan, whose melon are you cutting today?" Today's storyteller is Tan Ming, and regulars usually call him Brother Tan. As for the previous teahouse storyteller, he recently went on a long trip to collect folk songs.
"As for today's gossip..." The storyteller folded his fan: "Of course it's related to the martial arts conference!"
"Oh wow, you're quite brave, young man!" The regulars on the first floor put on their masks skillfully, stretched one leg to the side, aimed at the door and were ready to evacuate at any time: "Tell me quickly! Whose gossip is it?" If it was some deadly gossip, they would listen while walking towards the door, and try to finish listening to the gossip before reaching the door.
Bei Qiao: Is this what they call "walking melon eaters" in the forum? There are quite a lot of people who are willing to risk their lives just to eat melons.
The people on the second floor who were sitting like a bell: Look, this is the advantage of being in a high position. You have confidence and can listen whenever you want without having to stand up.
As melon-eating time begins, the teahouse door is closed by the waiter. The guests on the second floor calmly sip their tea and wait, while those on the first floor excitedly grab melon seeds from the table, cracking them while glancing out the door, ready to bolt at any moment: melons are for eating, and lives are for saving.
"If we're talking about the current martial arts conference, we have to mention... Chen! Hmm!" As a storyteller whose fortunes were built in teahouses, Tan Ming, while adventurous enough to touch on anything, kept his comments to a minimum. After all, the guests understood what they were supposed to understand, and those who didn't understand couldn't be asked, and even if they did, he wouldn't explain.
"Wow! It's heavy!" The regulars quickly stood up and prepared to escape: "Then you have to speak faster!" This is another gossip that you can't sit still and listen to, so exciting!
"There was once a murder case in the Shen family that was suppressed..." The storyteller unfolded the fan and blocked it in front of his face, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed.
"Fuck!" Before the storyteller could finish, someone who couldn't wait for the door to open pushed open the window and jumped out: "Can you hear this?"
"Another coward... Brother, you continue, we are listening!" The regulars stood at the door with great confidence: a little braver, but not too much.
Tan Ming nodded and continued: "If you want to talk about the cause of this murder, it's greed..."
Tan Ming tells the story of a highly capable but unlucky individual who couldn't restrain his edge. He entered the Canghai Sect as a reserve disciple, rising through the ranks and becoming a full disciple by the end of the year, ranking 128th. If things had continued as they did, this man would have been a winner in life. However, with no connections, no money, and no power, his life was ended by Third Uncle Shen on the third day after becoming a full disciple, simply because of a free clinic and a prescription. It was known to everyone, yet it was done silently.
"That's what we're talking about..." Several regular customers looked at each other.
"Ah, counting the time, it's been almost seven years..."
There is no impenetrable wall in the world, and Uncle Shen is not a smart man. Although what he did was suppressed by the Canghai faction, it was not completely covered up. The locals all knew about it, but apart from sympathy and anger, they could not do anything, and they had no position to do anything.
Guests on the second floor: That Shen San is indeed so stupid that it is no surprise.
"Shut up!" Uncle Shen, who received the news, broke in with his thugs: "Who gave you the courage to talk nonsense!"
"How can this be nonsense?" Tan Ming put down the fan in his hand.
"That pretty boy deserved to die!" Uncle Shen glanced around viciously, "Everyone, remember this! He was beaten to death because he stole valuables from the sect. He totally deserved it!"
The regulars on the first floor skillfully expressed agreement, but in their hearts...
Regulars: Go glare at the people on the second floor if you dare! Are you picking on us, ordinary people with no money and no power? If I can't hit you, can't I just curse you in my heart? Ugh! You bastard!
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