Mr. Wang San thought today was a really good day.
Fortunately, I got up late. If I had been like usual, I wouldn't have met these three people!
When the stewards and waiters heard Mr. Wang San's laughter, they all craned their necks to look in this direction. Perhaps they had not seen their boss so happy for a long time.
In the elegant room, the four of them were seated separately as guest and host, with Master Wang taking the seat at the head of the table.
After Yuan Mingkong poured him a glass of Golden Wind and Jade Dew, he was not in a hurry to drink it.
He was waiting for Yuan Mingkong to reveal his true purpose.
Although Jinfeng Yulu is good, the old saying goes even better: The hands that take people are short, and the mouth that eats them is short.
Mr. Wang San has been working hard for so many years, and he understands this principle even more deeply.
If he couldn't do what Yuan Mingkong said, then if he drank this glass of wine, wouldn't he be owed a favor in vain?
At this age, I just want to be a rich man happily and live a comfortable life, and I don't want to waste my brain on other things.
"I just want to ask Mr. Wang San about a few things."
After hearing this, Third Master Wang smiled and stroked the half-length beard on his chin and said:
"Then let's talk about it one by one."
Zhao Rang knew what Yuan Mingkong wanted to ask. The two of them discussed this in detail on the way here.
The main thing is the whereabouts of the batch of feather arrows and everything about Xifeng Lie.
As for the rest, maybe Mr. Wang San will bring out a few words out of the blue, then treat it as an unexpected gain, but there is no need to ask specifically.
Mr. Wang Santai looked at the wine glass in front of him and slowly said:
"Although I have lived in the Western Region for a long time, in the final analysis, I am still a powerful person. I think back then, if it hadn't been for the bullshit Chen family, who was so troubled by the powerful power to divide and conquer, I wouldn't have come all the way here."
Having said this, Mr. Wang San sighed and then continued:
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Zhao Rang felt a little depressed when he heard what Mr. Wang San said.
"But if you are sure that Lan Moguo did it, it could only be one person."
Zhao Rang and Yuan Mingkong were already a little discouraged, but now they became interested again and asked in unison:
"who?"
Mr. Wang Santai lowered his voice and said:
"The fourth prince of Lanmo Kingdom, Anzuo."
Unlike Dawei, the main body of the countries in the Western Regions is still based on tribes.
The leader of the country is actually a spiritual leader jointly recommended by each tribe, and is usually the most powerful tribal leader in the country. The current head of the country was also elected in this way.
But the fourth prince Anzuo that Mr. Wang was talking about was not the son of the king, but the eldest son of the leader of the second largest tribe in the country.
The tribe led by Anzuo's father was second only to the leader of the country in strength. Therefore, his eldest son can also be crowned as a prince, ranking fourth after the three sons of the current king.
According to the rules of the Western Regions, the position of king is not an absolute succession of father to son.
If after the death of the current king, the tribe led by Anzuo's father overtakes him in strength, then he will inherit the position of king, and Anzuo can naturally become the great prince!
Therefore, in Lanmo Kingdom, the stronger the tribe is, the more power it has to speak.
The current head of the country nominally rules the entire Lanmo Kingdom, but he cannot interfere too much in the internal affairs of Anzuo's tribe.
They even had to show their good will to gain the support of this large tribe. Anzuo's father and several clan uncles all hold important positions in the country.
But he, the prince, kept to himself and was not seen in the temple at all.
"Thank you, Master! The news you told us is of great help to us!"
Mr. Wang San nodded, then picked up the wine glass and took a sip.
"One mouthful distinguishes turbidity and clearness, and two mouthfuls make the east bright!"
This is the record about "Golden Wind and Jade Dew" in ancient books.
"The ancients never deceived me!"
Mr. Wang couldn't help but feel a little moved, and the right hand that raised the glass was trembling with excitement.
"Except for this fourth prince, have you heard of anything unusual recently?"
Yuan Mingkong asked while the iron was hot.
Mr. Wang took another sip of wine, thought for a moment, and said:
"The nobles of the Western Region all like beauties from the South. Do you know this?"
Zhao Rang and Yuan Mingkong both nodded. This should be regarded as the most profitable business since Dawei started trading with the Western Regions!
When the market is tight, a top-notch beauty from the southern land of Dawei can exchange for three war horses from the four countries in the Western Region!
"Last month, a big horse dealer came to my place for a drink. He said that business in Lan Mo Country is not going well now, especially An..."
The words ended abruptly here.
Mr. Wang's body fell straight forward and fell on the table.
Zhao Rang hurriedly stretched out his hand to support him, but was still a little slow.
"Master!"
Yuan Mingkong shouted loudly.
Zhao Rang put two fingers on the artery in his neck and found that there was still a pulse.
"No one is dead!"
Yuan Mingkong breathed a sigh of relief.
"But poisoned!"
Mr. Wang's pulse varied in strength and speed, and was completely irregular. It was a typical pulse condition.
"boom!"
Before Zhao Rang and Yuan Mingkong could figure it out, the door to the elegant room was kicked open.
Three slender middle-aged men shouted angrily:
"What did you do to Third Master?!"
Zhao Rang opened his mouth and was about to defend himself when the person on the right among the three people said:
"Brother, they must have poisoned my adoptive father! Didn't Xiao Liuzi say that these three people used a rare wine to arouse his interest in the adoptive father? The poison must have been poisoned in the wine!"
Yuan Mingkong cupped his hands and asked:
"Could these three dear brothers be Grandpa's adopted son, Sanshan?
My grandpa never married a wife or took on a disciple.
When he left Dawei and was on his way to Lanmo Country, he saw that these three young men were surrounded and killed by horse bandits and were exhausted, so he acted righteously and saved the lives of three people.
Wang Yuanshan, Wang Qingshan, and Wang Xiaoshan are three brothers from the same mother. After their parents died, they wandered around the world and became orphans. I heard people say that you can make a lot of money by doing business in the Western Regions, but you almost lost your life.
After being rescued by the Third Master, the three of them recognized the Third Master as their foster father and followed him around in order to repay the favor of saving their lives.
"The distant mountains are long, the clouds and mountains are chaotic, and the mountains are green at dawn. I have heard of these three great names for a long time!"
But Wang Yuanshan, who was in the middle, refused to be polite to him at all. He immediately drew his sword and pointed the tip of the sword directly at Yuan Mingkong's throat.
Wang Qingshan, who was standing next to him, relied on his superb short fighting and grabbing skills to catch Yuan Kexin.
"How shameless!"
Zhao Rang was furious when he saw that Wang Qingshan actually wanted to capture Yuan Kexin and make them throw a rat weapon!
He kicked out the round table in front of him, hoping to give Wang Qingshan a break, and then pulled Yuan Kexin and the chair she was sitting on next to him.
Unexpectedly, the grappling skills of Wang Qingshan's two palms were truly astonishing. When Zhao Rang was distracted in the rescue and the blade deflected, he immediately reversed his momentum and attacked Zhao Rang's ears.
The ear root is a fatal place. If the ear door point is grabbed, you will die immediately.
Wang Qingshan thrust his right hand straight into Zhao Rang's chin, and at the same time pressed his left thumb hard into the depression behind Zhao Rang's left ear.
Zhao Rang was unprepared and slashed out hastily.
Wang Qingshan stopped quietly. When he saw the sword energy coming towards his face, he retracted his palms and stacked them in front of him.
Then he spread out his body skills, like a swallow, avoiding Zhao Rang's blade with a slippery posture.
Zhao Rang showed no expression on his face when he saw the sword slashing through the air.
He struck again.
This knife was much slower and gentler than the previous one. Even the angles are unremarkable, even a little boring.
But the more intense momentum is often hidden in these seemingly inconspicuous moves.
This knife didn't show its power until it struck in front of Wang Qingshan!
Wang Qingshan closed his eyes involuntarily. He had never seen such a brilliant sword light.
Looking at Zhao Rang's sword was like looking directly at the noon sun!
At this time, he realized that he could not resist this sword forcefully, but he found that his whole body was shrouded in the light of this sword, blocking his escape route.
Although this sword light is bright, it is extremely cold.
Wang Qingshan felt that the seams in his bones were about to be frozen by the extreme cold, and even his teeth would creak.
Zhao Rang's sword failed after all.
Not because Wang Qingshan dodged at the last moment, but because someone helped him block the blade.
Wang Yuanshan's sword raised Zhao Rang's sword high.
It is not difficult to tell from the coldness of the sword that it is a sword. It takes a lot of effort to forge it, and it takes a lot of money to forge it.
Anyone who uses such a sword will definitely cherish it, and Wang Yuanshan is no exception.
Therefore, he did not use the edge of the sword to resist the blade, but chose to use a relatively thicker blade.
On the other hand, Zhao Rang had no such concerns.
The knife in his hand only cost ten taels of silver!
Compared to the sword in Wang Yuanshan's hand, it was almost the same as the one he picked up.
And taking too much care of one's weapons is a bad habit that can lead to death when faced with an enemy!
Zhao Rang saw this clearly, then grasped the handle of the knife with both hands, and slashed hard at the long sword in Wang Yuanshan's hand.
The names of these three brothers are related to their weapons and moves.
The distant mountains are long, what makes him longer is his height, and the unique sword in his hand.
But at this time, his sword was unable to lift his head under Zhao Rang's dazzling chops. Wang Yuanshan could only retreat backwards.
While Zhao Rang was chopping, he glanced at Yuan Mingkong, who had been staring at the other two people.
Yuan Mingkong understood immediately.
As soon as Wang Yuanshan took a few steps back and made room for a gap at the door, he took his sister out first.
When the time comes, he will hit from behind with both fists, and if he and Zhao Rang cooperate inside and outside, it will not be a problem to escape intact!
But such continuous chops consume a huge amount of Zhao Rang's own strength.
He estimated that with the same strength and speed, he could chop at most about fifteen knives.
Once this number is exceeded, both his speed and strength will plummet. The suppression effect on Wang Yuanshan will also be much smaller, so it must be fought quickly. Within these fifteen swords, Yuan Mingkong and Yuan Kexin can gain some openings!
"Ding!"
Just when Wang Yuanshan was halfway out of the way of the door frame, a huge counterattack force suddenly came from Zhao Rang's sword!
After holding the knife firmly behind him, Zhao Rang discovered that a three-inch-long bone-penetrating nail had fallen next to his foot.
It was this hidden weapon that hit the back of his sword at the critical moment, stopping his momentum and giving Wang Yuanshan a chance to adjust his breath.
