In Sui'an City, people were coming and going on the busy streets, and there was a lot of noise. At the end of this long street, in a wine shop, several foreign businessmen were sitting and drinking tea, listening to a storyteller with great interest.

The storyteller in the blue shirt cleared his throat, slapped the tree in his hand hard, and said: "The 'Single-Sword Cannibal' Master Yan took advantage of the drunkenness and went up to Siding Mountain, eighteen in his belly. The bowl of wine started to take over, and he staggered to the edge of a tangled forest, where he lay down on a big bluestone and was about to fall asleep. Suddenly, a strong wind blew up, and there was a "plop" sound from behind the tangled trees, and a unicorn jumped out The red-eyed mountain demon.

Shi saw that the mandrill monster's eyes were as big as a copper bell. Mr. Yan shouted "Ah!", turned over from the bluestone, and quickly grabbed the eighty kilogram sinking cold sword in his hand. "

Perhaps when he reached the climax, the storyteller's face was filled with excitement and saliva was flying.

"Er Master Yan was so shocked that all the wine he had just drank turned into cold sweat. He hurriedly drew the knife and dodged it, and fell behind the mandrill..."

At this time, someone in the corner couldn't help but burst into laughter. That person was a middle-aged scribe wearing a Confucian robe.

"Ping Jinzhi, what do you mean by 'Yan Er Ye Si Ding Shan Zhan Mandrill'? It's clearly the part about Wu Er Ye, one of the thirty-six great bandits, in the story book "The Story of Northern Yan". The content of the article 'Takeo Ying Qing Feng Gang Kills the Tiger' is to change the soup without changing the medicine, and change the bottle without changing the wine!"

"Snapped!"

On a table next to him, a man in military uniform slapped the table hard.

"Let me just say, Changfenghui Yan Laoer is not an invincible man. He is a man in the world, and he does not have to go into battle to ride a horse. How can he use a nine-foot-five-inch submersible cold sword that weighs about eighty kilograms? Is this something a human can do?”

The man probably drank too much, so he stood up and stared at the storyteller with his bloodshot eyes.

"Besides, Yan Laoer's horse-cutting sword is not a Daguan sword. It weighs less than six or seven kilograms and is only seven feet long. It needs to be manipulated with both hands. In martial arts, it is called a long-handled sword... You storytellers , I have never seen a real sword, so I just know how to make up nonsense. When I meet ordinary people, I just talk nonsense. In front of your grandfather, I also boast and boast..."

The man with a military background breathed out the smell of alcohol, cursed and uttered obscene words, and threw out the cup in his hand.

The storyteller was almost hit on the head, and his face was tense. He quickly waved to the man and said anxiously.

"Master Jun, I just eat what I want, so why should you care about me..."

"I'm scolding you scoundrels who love to talk nonsense, straight bitches! I want you to talk nonsense to me again."

The man in military uniform clenched his fists and was about to step forward to take action, but was immediately pushed down by several companions who were traveling with him. They forced him to have a few drinks and persuade him to stop causing trouble.

When the storyteller was told that he had made it up, he looked embarrassed and could only hide his face and leave.

Although they had left, the others in the wine shop were still interested. They all turned their faces sideways, avoiding the group of military households, and lowered their voices to discuss.

"Changfenghui collapsed, but Yan Laoer is famous..."

"is not that right?"

Someone laughed and said, "The He family has put out a bounty of ten thousand taels. It is common knowledge that Yan Laoer carried the mandrill's head into the city."

"A bounty of ten thousand taels?"

A man sitting next to him sneered contemptuously.

"I don't know if Yan Laoer can receive this money."

"What are you talking about? Who in Sui'an City doesn't know that the eldest young master of the He family has always made a promise, and that Yan Laoer came into the city carrying the mandrill's head. Everyone has seen this, is there any lie? "

A round-faced man with a slightly chubby figure was a little unhappy.

He Ping, the head of the He family, was born in the eldest family and was in charge of various businesses of the He family. After he took charge of the He family, he began to recruit a wide range of retainers and courtesy corporals.

On weekdays, the doors of the He Mansion are wide open. Regardless of the three religions, the common people, the roosters or the robbers, anyone who is short of money or silver and has difficulty in making a living can be entertained by the He family with a meal and a meal. Finally, a sum of money is also paid to help. .

At first, others laughed at the new head of the He family because he had so much money and was taking advantage of him because of his extravagance. However, as time went by, everyone discovered that whenever someone defected to the He family, He Ping, he tried his best to support him and spent a lot of money. If you want money or things, don't shirk. He also specializes in resolving difficulties and resolving disputes, dispensing medicine and porridge as usual, helping the poor, helping people in need, and helping people in need.

He is so generous and generous, and he is always kind to others, and his reputation is getting bigger and bigger. The reputation of the eldest young master of the He family in Sui'an City is naturally more praised than criticized. Even if they don't like him as a person, no one will say it to his face. Otherwise, if you hate those who have received help from He Ping, there will inevitably be disputes.

"Hey, brother, I'm not saying anything wrong with Master He."

The man was stunned for a moment and quickly changed his words: "It's just that these days are different from the past. I'm afraid you don't know yet. The young master of the He family also went with him on the trip to Siding Mountain. His whereabouts are still unknown. The He family is now in charge of This person is not the eldest grandson of He's family, but He Jin who is the eldest son of the side room."

"He Jin?"

Everyone who was chatting looked at each other in confusion, quite unfamiliar with this name.

"He Jin is from the side house, and he can be regarded as the uncle of the eldest young master of the He family. Young Master He has not been found yet. The He family is hiding the news while sending people into the mountain to search for people, but the side house does not know where they came from. After knowing this, he will come out to seize power... If the eldest son of the He family is still in power, then Yan Laoer will certainly be able to get this money. As for now, the new 'head' of the He family who is in power may not be willing to pay this money. money."

The man sighed slightly.

"I heard that Yan Laoer had a dispute with people from He's Mansion. In the panic, he injured several people and ran out of He's Mansion. There are still people in He's Mansion who shouted to ask the government to arrest Yan Laoer."

Hearing this, everyone present was dumbfounded. They never expected that such a change would happen to the He family.

At this moment, a scribe in white clothes at the next table walked out of the wine shop with gloved hands and a black fan.

This man had an ordinary appearance and no clear features. He slowly left the wine shop and glanced at a rice shop next to him.

This was originally the He family's rice shop, but now it has changed its appearance, and even the He family's banner has also changed to a new color.

"It seems that the plan is going well."

He Ping, who had used the art of disguise to change his face, played with the black fan in his hand and knew that his move of "retreating to advance" was the right one.

After the battle at Siding Mountain, the Changfeng Society was finished, and all thirteen Feiyun Cavalry were wiped out. Once Sheng Qingzhi got the news, wouldn't he be so angry that he would scratch his head and scratch his head to no avail? He would vent his anger, and he would definitely do it. Find a vent.

When that time comes, regardless of whether he is suspected or not, the city of Shengqing will take full action against the He family. Anyway, the official words are two-pronged, so how can he cause trouble for himself and the He family? It is not a matter of lifting a finger against the prefect.

Before, maybe Sheng Qingzhi just wanted to beat up the He family and himself, but now, after knowing that all thirteen Feiyun cavalry were destroyed, I am afraid that the other party is even thinking about skinning and Ling Chi.

The people did not fight against the officials. As long as He Ping was still the eldest son of the He family and the head of the He family, a large merchant family, there was no way he could defeat the prefect in Sui'an City.

So He Ping decided to "take retreat in order to advance". He played a missing trick and completely passed the situation onto He Jin.

He had already found out that He Jin had secretly joined forces with Sheng Qingzhi and became a member of Sheng Qingzhi's faction.

As soon as He Ping disappears, He Jin will take advantage of the chaos and come to power to take control of the He family's money. Will Sheng Qingzhi attack his subordinates?

In this way, Sheng Qingzhi lost a clear goal and would no longer deal a fatal blow to the He family.

Of course, this "retreat in order to advance" also has its merits, and it is not an idea that comes up in a flash of inspiration.

In fact, He Ping planned the layout for more than a year before he made the move.

During this period, He Ping had already ordered the housekeeper He Fusheng to spend nearly a year destroying and taking away all the important accounts of the He family.

In addition to the bad debts, bad debts, and fixed assets that cannot be withdrawn, he cleverly named the cash that could be removed privately, and ordered his core group of people to transfer it away silently. .

Although the old guy He Jin has risen to power, this old fool will soon discover that what he has obtained is an empty shell of the He family.

"Perhaps Sui'an City is not a suitable place to stay. After Shouzhu defeats Sheng Qingzhi and wins the longevity bowl, we can find another place..."

He Ping had already made up his mind. He walked along this street for a while and came to a remote stall under the city wall.

This is a stall specializing in all kinds of couplets and calligraphy stickers. In this world, because the Dayou Dynasty’s management system for books and documents is too strict, there are very few people who are literate, so some poor scholars set up tables on the streets with red pavements. Put pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the felt, put a piece of red paper in front of the table, and write "Shu Chun", "Catch a knife to write for you", and "Write a reply for me".

The owner of this stall is an old man who is over fifty years old. He has a long beard, a cloth robe and straw shoes. His appearance gives the impression that he is a learned scholar.

Realizing that someone was coming, the old man raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "What does this guest need? Is he looking for a book, a calligraphy post, a ghostwriter, or a letter to read and reply to?"

"Senior Brother Chixinzi, are you here just to play these tricks with me?!"

He Ping sat down and opened the folding fan.

"What exactly is the 'disaster' you mentioned before? Junior brother, I want to ask you for advice."

When sending messages to each other through the "clay voice puppet", Chi Xinzi was obviously trying to show off, and He Ping was very unhappy with his behavior as a Riddler.

However, Chi Xinzi was not willing to talk directly in detail, but wanted to ask him out before she would talk. Although he didn't know what kind of medicine was being sold in this gourd, his unhappy tone already indicated He Ping's current attitude.

Faced with his cold and threatening attitude, Chi Xinzi didn't care much. He raised a hand to signal his junior brother He Ping to calm down.

"It's a long story... By the way, junior brother, look over there at the city gate, someone is coming."

Amidst the sound of horse hooves, a large number of soldiers from the inspection camp, surrounded by figures riding tall horses, marched all the way from the direction of the city gate. He Ping unexpectedly discovered that those people surrounded by soldiers were all wearing bamboo hats, covered with a layer of black gauze, and their whole bodies were also covered in black. They had swords at their waists and were walking astride horses. Dust was flying along the way. .

"Tsk tsk... The 'Ghost Bat' from the Evil Slayer Division is also here, and An City will be bustling this year."

Chi Xinzi seemed to have seen something interesting and couldn't help laughing.

"'Ghost Bat'?"

He Ping looked at the old man in front of the poster stall with some confusion.

"Since the founding of the Dayou Dynasty, he has burned books and records such as diagrams, hexagrams, prophecies, divination, and divination, and has also vigorously cracked down on folk cults and associations. The first Emperor You personally set up three divisions, Xuan Ye, Xue Lv, and Zhan Xie. Among them, the Zhan Xie division had a special supervisor The evil spirits and chaos among the people are the eagle and dog tools used by the Great You Dynasty to fight against the spiritual world..."

The old man grinned.

"For hundreds of years, the evil-killing division has cut down mountains and attacked temples, uprooting and destroying countless spiritual sects and cult secret societies with the help of shovels. The evil-cutting division wears the iron plate 'Night Bat Order' on its waist as its symbol. In the practice world, these eagle and dog minions are collectively called 'ghost bats', and these 'ghost bats' are also the most common threat to our immortal nine evils!"

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