The old man was startled and turned around. He saw a handsome and bookish young man forcing his way in front of the slaves. His face was red, but his lips were a little pale. He licked his lips nervously and said, "Old sir, I have read the Eight Histories and the Six Arts. I have learned literature since I was young. I have read Song Tao, Qilue, Dashu, Shengyu, Lanzhijing, Daodewen, Guizang Qianyi, Yuan Zonghengyu, and I have studied piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, tea art and incense art. Can you buy me?"
The old man frowned slowly and said in a low voice: "I bought a slave to do rough work, not a teacher."
"I can also do rough labor," Liang Shaoqing immediately said upon hearing this, racking his brains to think about what the so-called rough labor includes, and hurriedly said: "I can grind ink, cut paper, dry books, and organize manuscripts. Oh, yes, I can also make fire, carry water, chop wood, and also..."
"Do you really know the Lanzhi Sutra?"
A deep and mellow voice sounded slowly, not very loud, but with a sense of tranquility. A slightly pale hand lifted the blue cloth carriage curtain. The man had high eyebrows and long eyes, and his eyes were as tranquil as a spring lake in March. His face was slightly pale. The weather was not cold, but he was wearing a silver satin cloak with the hood half-covered, so his face could not be seen clearly.
"I know a little bit. The Lanzhi Sutra is extensive and profound. It would be an insult to your Majesty to pretend to know it with what I know."
The young man in green nodded. He was still very young, only about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, but his demeanor was rare and reserved. The man nodded and said, "Uncle Qing, buy him."
"Sir!" Liang Shaoqing suddenly shouted, "I have a younger brother who is sick. We can't be separated no matter what. Sir, can you buy him as well?"
The young man in green shirt followed Liang Shaoqing's finger and immediately saw Chu Qiao lying weakly on the ground. He nodded and said, "Okay."
Liang Shaoqing clapped his hands happily, ran to Chu Qiao, picked her up and said, "She's saved! She's saved!"
Chu Qiao was breathing hard. She was exhausted after taking out the arrow. She said softly, "Thank you very much."
Liang Shaoqing just shook his head happily, and suddenly seemed to remember something, so he leaned over and asked, "By the way, what's your name? How should I call you later?"
Chu Qiao said: "You said I am your brother, so I will follow your will. You can just call me Xiao Qiao."
"Okay, my surname is Liang, my given name is Shaoqing, and my cursive name is Zhangyu."
Chu Qiao nodded: "Liang Shudai."
Liang Shaoqing was stunned for a moment, then frowned and said angrily: "Hey! You should call me big brother!"
But Chu Qiao could no longer hear anything. Her head tilted and she passed out. At this time, the old man called Uncle Qing came forward, glanced at Chu Qiao, and then said, "Hurry up and get on the carriage. We have a doctor with us."
The carriage rolled away, carrying with it the gazes of the common people looking up at them and the faint drift of smoke, and disappeared into the light mist of the early morning.
Boss Mu rubbed his hands angrily. Even though everyone had already left, he still felt a bit resentful. The servant at the side came forward and said with a smile without paying attention to his expression: "Master, you have made a fortune!"
"Make a fortune!"
Boss Mu was furious, and he cursed breathlessly: "What kind of rich family are you? You are as stingy as a mouse. There are only a few of us, but you still bargained with me for a long time. Damn it!"
The servant was stunned and asked, "They don't look like them, Boss, who are they?"
"Only my grandson knows," Boss Mu threw the account book in his hand aside and said angrily, "Liu Laosan introduced it yesterday, and I guess he doesn't know either. These days, the clan is not doing well, but they still want to pretend to be rich. Damn it!"
"Closing the stall!" Boss Mu shouted in frustration, "I'm unlucky today. I lost all the money I made this morning. Damn it, this is so damn unlucky!"
The streets are bustling, the aroma of various snacks wafts through the streets of Xianyang City, and people are bustling about, stopping at various places that interest them. Many merchants from other places looked around curiously and bought some small items that pleased them from time to time. The small vendors in front of the slave stalls were doing very good business today. They had been doing great business since early in the morning and were grinning from ear to ear.
Suddenly, the peddler's eyes lit up and he immediately perked up. He saw the young man in gorgeous clothes who had just passed by riding his horse back with a serious look on his face. It was obvious that something had happened. He was a common man with no hobbies in his life except watching the fun. Anyway, he was not lucky enough to provoke such an evil star, so he was very happy and stretched his neck to look over.
When Zhuge Yue and his men hurriedly arrived in front of Boss Mu's slave stall, Boss Mu and his men had already packed up their stall and were preparing to leave. Yue Qi took a step forward and said in a deep voice, "Please stay."
Boss Mu has met countless people in his life and has a pair of sharp eyes. He can tell who is rich and who is poor with just one glance, especially since this man just bought more than a dozen little female slaves that he had just sold from others without asking the price. He cannot let go of this idiot who has come to his door again. He hurriedly nodded and trotted forward, smiling and saying, "Sir, how can I help you?"
Zhuge Yue remained silent, his face icy cold as he walked towards the group of slaves tied up with ropes behind him.
Boss Mu was startled, and hurried forward, calling out, "Hey, sir, you..."
With a "swish", Yue Qi's scabbard was placed in front of Boss Mu's neck. The man looked unfriendly and said slowly in a deep voice: "Stop, did I ask you to come forward?"
Boss Mu rubbed his hands nervously and walked cautiously. Years of experience told him that the people in front of him were definitely not people he could afford to offend.
After a while, the man in the blue robe turned around, came to Boss Mu, and said in a deep voice: "Are all your slaves here?"
"Yes, they are all here. I am about to close the stall. The people from the two shacks in the back have just been brought out. Sir, is there anything that suits your taste?"
Zhuge Yue's brows knitted together, his lips were cold, and he remained silent for a long time. After a while, he asked word by word, "Are you sure that everyone is here?"
It was just a short sentence, but it made Boss Mu sweat on his forehead. He turned around nervously and nodded again, then said, "Sir, everything is here. I would not dare to deceive you even if I have the courage of the sky."
Zhu Cheng had figured out the whole story by now, so he approached carefully and said to Zhuge Yue, “Master, did you see wrongly? With Miss Xing’er’s abilities, how could they capture her?”
Zhuge Yue did not speak, but stood there in silent contemplation. The morning sun broke through the mist, shining brightly with golden brilliance, and the warmth of spring water sprinkled on the flowers, plants and trees of the entire Xianyang City. The small city was surrounded by water, and a tributary of the Chishui River passed through the city. There were travelers in small boats, rowing slowly, leisurely and contented, like a light ink painting.
Zhuge Yue raised his feet and walked out, his eyes cold and without the same expression as before. But at the moment he left, a dark-faced man ran out from the dilapidated shack at the back. He didn't see who was outside in a hurry, and shouted happily: "Boss! That kid has a good sword with him. I think it's worth a lot of money."
Everyone's eyes instantly focused on him, including Zhuge Yue.
With his eyes focused and his eyebrows raised, Zhuge Yue strode forward, snatched the sword, and then drew it out of the sheath with a "swish" sound!
In an instant, the dazzling light was so brilliant that everyone was shocked and stared in amazement at the extremely sharp and exquisite sword. The sword body is ancient green with faint traces of blood and writing on it. Two words are written in ancient seal script on top: Broken Moon!
Zhuge Yue's face suddenly turned as cold as ice. He walked forward, holding up his sword, and said in a deep voice, "Where did you get this sword?"
"This, this, was picked up by me."
With a "swish" sound, the long sword roared like a dragon, and the long wind suddenly lifted up Zhuge Yue's dark blue robe sleeves. The man pointed the tip of the sword at Boss Mu's throat and said slowly in a low voice: "Will you tell me?"
"Mercy! Sir, mercy! This sword belongs to a slave."
"What about the slaves?"
Boss Mu was so frightened that he answered every question: "It was just bought by someone."
“Bought it?” Zhuge Yue snorted coldly, “I don’t think you’ll cry until you see the coffin!”
"My Lord! Everything I said is true. If you don't believe me, you can go ask the shops around here. Someone did come to buy a batch of slaves, and that person was one of them."
Boss Mu fell to his knees with a thud, frightened to the point of trembling, and shouted loudly with a stuttering voice.
Zhuge Yue glanced at the faces of the people around him, then said in a deep voice, “Who bought it? How long has it been gone?”
"He just left, less than an incense stick of time has passed. As for who the buyer is, I don't know. I really don't know!"
A soothing breeze suddenly blew in from the end of the long street, swirling all the way and blowing up dust all over the ground. Zhuge Yue’s robe fluttered, his black hair was as dark as night, and his lips looked even redder. He stood in the center of the crowd, and for a moment, his eyes were filled with a rare look of confusion. He looked at the rolling crowd, his eyes filled with mixed emotions, including belated resentment, careless regret, confusion and most of all, deep disappointment.
"She was injured, right? Is it serious?"
Boss Mu is so smart. If he doesn't know that the young master has an extraordinary background, he would have lived his life in vain. He said quickly, "She was seriously injured. There was a knife wound on her left rib and an arrow wound on her shoulder. I picked her up near the City God Temple on the outskirts of the city last night and found a famous doctor to treat her and save her life. Sir, I was foolish and didn't know that the young master was your friend. You actually sold him as a slave. I will die, I will die!"
“Young Master?” Zhuge Yue frowned slightly, then he was relieved. He lowered his head to look at Boss Mu and said in a deep voice, “You really deserve to die!”