After hearing this, Wen San frowned and asked, "Master, what is the origin of this Ji Ruge? They were so scared that they shrank like a turtle."
Wang Heng heard this, thought for a while, and replied:
"It's said to be a killer on the seventh floor. A mere killer scared such a bunch of birds into cowardice. Seeing that the old monk was inferior to others, he was killed, and everyone knew about it. It's really fucking embarrassing. .”
Chen Wu echoed: "Master said that if Ji Ruge had met Master that time, he might have been the dead soul of Master's sword."
After hearing this, Wen San couldn't stop flattering him, "Yes, yes, yes, I'm talking about a bunch of cowards."
Taking advantage of the drunkenness, several people started to slander and fight more and more, becoming arrogant and arrogant.
After hearing the flattery of the two disciples, Wang Heng became very proud and couldn't help but touch the sword in his hand, feeling as if he could really chop Ji Ruge with one strike.
Xiaoyu saw every word and deed of this group of people in his eyes and remembered it in his heart.
I heard from Wang Heng that Ruan Qingchou wanted several sects to pool money to lure him into taking action. I wonder what their plans were in private.
This Ruan Qingchou has no enmity against me, and I don’t know why this person wants to go against me. Is it just for the sake of justice? Not necessarily.
Gentlemen love fortune, in a proper way.
I am not a gentleman, but I have gained wealth in a good way. It's just that this 'way' is a little eccentric, but the people I killed deserve to die.
After Wen San offered Wang Heng a bowl of wine, he asked again: "Master, I just don't know why Ji Ruge killed the old monk Kong Jian?"
When Chen Wu heard this, he curled his lips and frowned: "What else could it be for? To become famous! What else could a killer in the world do for, if not for fame?"
Wang Hengyi squinted his eyes, thought for a moment, and said slowly:
"That's not true. I heard that the killers on the seventh floor are all paid by others to eliminate disasters. I heard from the man surnamed Ruan that Ji Ruge killed people for money. It is said that the people Ji Ruge killed were given by his employer. The remuneration is almost tens of thousands of taels."
"For money?!" Wen San exclaimed in surprise: "Ten thousand taels!! Is the old bald donkey's head from Huatan Temple so valuable? Who would spend so much money to kill an old monk?"
After hearing this, Chen Wu was also surprised and said: "Yes, Master, you heard it wrong, right? How much is the head of this old bald donkey from Huatan Temple worth..."
Wang Heng frowned and replied: "In the past few years, I have always heard people talking about the seventh floor, saying that people on the seventh floor earn money from killing. The news may be true."
Wen San asked: "Master, you said that Ruan wants everyone to pool money to lure Ji Ruge out. Since you can earn so much money by killing one person, why would you care about the small amount of money that we sects can pool together?"
Wang Heng replied: "The man surnamed Ruan said that the devil seems to be short of money, so he asked everyone to collect ten thousand taels of silver notes to use as bait for him."
After listening to this, Xiaoyu wondered on her mind what the origin of Ruan Qingchou was. He actually knew that he needed a lot of money. He had to admit that he was indeed short of money.
Originally, Xiao Yu was still worried about how this group of people would design a trap to catch her. But after listening to Wang Heng's words, she knew better. If she encounters several sects in the future that involve money-related things, she must be careful.
After Wang Heng finished speaking, there was a hint of anger in his eyes, and he cursed: "I just opened my mouth to get tens of thousands of taels. This bastard named Ruan doesn't know whether he wants to capture Ji Ruge or defraud us of our money. I I got angry at that time and quarreled with him. If the other heads hadn't stopped me, I would have wanted that guy to see me.
The sword is powerful. "
Wen San said: "Haha, in my opinion, this person named Ruan is a charlatan. He wants to take advantage of Ji Ruge's reputation as a devil to come to Jiangnan to make some money."
Wang Heng sighed and cursed: "That's what I said too, but both the old monk Qingyi of Tianxuan Temple and Li Zongli Bei have no doubts about that scholar. Forget it, my Ba Dao Sect is not afraid of that Ji Ruge. Come, have a drink, go back to Chunhua Valley, and don’t mention this bunch of birdmen again.”
After a group of people drank for a long time, the rain outside gradually stopped, but the sky was still relatively gloomy.
The gentle breeze was blowing the green leaves of the old locust trees, and the dark clouds in the sky made people feel a little depressed.
Wang Heng and several of his closest disciples were so drunk that they became red-faced. Especially Wang Heng, who got so hot after drinking that he even took off half of his clothes and exposed an arm to dissipate the heat.
His right arm was embroidered with a green tiger tattoo on his chest. He looked like the leader of some sect, and he looked like a gangster leader.
After eating and drinking, Wang Heng picked up the big knife on the side of the table and staggered toward the yard with more than a dozen disciples, without any intention of paying.
When they were about to leave the hospital, Xiao Yu quickly picked up the rag and put it on her shoulders, and chased after them.
As the saying goes, don't hit the smiling person with your hand. Xiaoyu smiled as usual and ran to Wang Heng, who was carrying a knife with his bare chest and arms.
"Guests, would you like to settle the bill? The total money for food and drinks is seventy-two or three cents. Thank you." Xiaoyu looked at them sincerely.
Wang Heng 'Gulu' burped and turned to look at Xiao Yu.
"What? How much did you say?"
Xiao Yu replied: "Sir, there are seven or three coins in total."
Wang Heng sneered, curled his lips, and winked at Wen San, "Give him three taels of silver, and treat the seven taels as change."
When Wen San heard this, he wiped a few coins from his sleeve pocket, about five coins, and threw it to Xiao Yu.
Xiaoyu quickly caught it.
Wen San said: "The extra two coins will be rewarded to you."
Xiaoyu frowned, thinking that these people were really not a good person. Seven taels and three cents was a fraction.
Xiaoyu said anxiously: "Sir, you can't do this. I'm just a waiter in the shop. I don't dare to give you the change. Please wait a moment. I'll call the boss to see if I can give you the change."
Wang Heng frowned and said: "Didn't you say that the store is not here? How long have you been calling?"
Xiaoyu replied: "The boss is working in the fields a few miles away. Please wait a moment, sir. I have fast feet, so it only takes half an hour."
Wang Heng became angry and cursed: "Wait half an hour, little bastard, you are fooling the uncle. I give you five silver coins to show my appreciation for your store."
After Wang Heng finished speaking, he glanced at Chen Wu who was supporting him, and said arrogantly: "Let's go, ignore this little bastard. Let's get on the road and return to Chunhua Valley."
Xiaoyu said anxiously: "My lord, my lord, I can't help it. The profit of this small shop is small. If you leave like this, the boss will beat me to death when he comes back."
Wen San smiled and said: "What does it have to do with beating you to death? Let me tell you the shopkeeper, we are from the Ba Dao Sect in Chunhua Valley in Yangzhou. The seven taels of silver are just for the few gentlemen passing by your tavern to ensure that you can live and work in peace and contentment. , for the welfare fees we charge, whoever dares to bully you in the future will take our name back."
They were talking and walking without the waiter looking at them at all.
Xiao Yu hurriedly followed, talking as he walked, stamping his feet eagerly, and frowning helplessly: "My guest, my guest, I can't do it, I can't do it..."
Wen San followed a few people. Seeing that Xiao Yu was tired of chasing, he said angrily: "Stop, if you want to follow me again, don't blame me for not having eyes in my fists."
When Xiao Yu heard this, she felt helpless that she was just a waiter who knew nothing, so she had to stand still and did not dare to catch up. She let these gangsters lead their horses away. If she went up to bother them again, she would be beaten.
Xiao Yu thought to herself, King Heng of the Overlord Sword is really not a good thing, I will let you go today, since your days are not long anyway. After killing Anning Guanluo Congchang, it will be the end of the day for you rabble.
The original money for food and drinks, seven or three cents, turned into five cents of silver in his hand. Xiaoyu couldn't explain it, so he had to close the door of the courtyard in a hurry. Without even cleaning up the messy cups and plates on the table, he hurried towards Aunt Li's house at the entrance of the village. .
He had to tell Uncle Six to go. Maybe when Uncle Six came back, he could catch up with the gang and see how Uncle Six planned to deal with this matter.
