Because one of the walls of Xiaohun Inn was damaged by the Jianghu guest's fight, it is said that Xiaohun Inn will no longer be able to open for business in the short term.
After all, looking at that crumbling brick wall always brings unpleasant thoughts to mind.
Also, patching up a brick wall is still expensive.
When everything calmed down a little, there were only two people in He Ping's room, Shang Jiuge and He Ping.
"Sorry, I don't have money." Shang Jiuge stood straight in front of He Ping, wearing Xue Ling's old cyan clothes, because Shang Jiuge could no longer wear the clothes he wore when he went out.
After all, it has been washed too many times, and then hit again.
Horrible.
"But I will work hard to compensate." Shang Jiuge said.
"How do you plan to compensate?" He Ping looked into Shang Jiuge's dark eyes and asked lightly.
"That." Shang Jiuge tilted his head and thought for a moment: "Let's ask first, how much compensation is needed."
"Fifty taels of silver." He Ping said, "By the way, Ningxia has already paid out the compensation."
"Is that woman called Ningxia?" Shang Jiuge asked, "Why do they want to kill me?"
"There are not so many whys in this world." He Ping looked at Shang Jiuge and said coldly. "But you have to pay for the damage you caused."
"Then as long as I can find fifty taels of silver, it will be fine." Shang Jiuge nodded and said, no longer entangled in the issue about Ningxia.
"Yes." He Ping smiled: "I think it will be easy for you."
"I don't know, because I never make money." Shang Jiuge said, "I don't need to spend money most of the time."
"Until you earn enough fifty taels of silver, this sword will stay with me temporarily." He Ping pointed to the Fei Ye Sword on the table.
The actual price of this sword is more than fifty taels. In the hands of a suitable swordsman, it may not be worth even five thousand taels.
But this is indeed the most expensive thing about Shang Jiuge.
"Okay." Shang Jiuge nodded and agreed: "Give me three days, no, ten days, and I will collect fifty taels and come back to redeem the sword."
"Then it's settled." He Ping smiled.
Shang Jiuge turned around and was about to leave. He Ping looked at Shang Jiuge's back and said, "Wait a moment."
Shang Jiuge stopped: "Is there anything else?"
"Of course." He Ping turned around, opened the cabinet in her room, took out a gray backpack and two white clothes, and placed them on the table.
Shang Jiuge turned his head and looked at the thing in front of him: "I have no money."
"You pledged the sword." He Ping said slowly: "These are some things I have used before. I believe you will also find them useful."
In Shang Jiuge's dictionary, the word politeness probably does not exist.
She then stepped forward and took a look at the two white clothes. She found that the texture was very flexible and wide with many pockets and buttons, which meant that it could hold a lot of things. The gray backpack looked a bit unattractive. But there is a lot of space inside, with many compartments where you can put in all kinds of necessary items.
Shang Jiuge frowned: "What did you do before?"
He Ping looked at Shang Jiuge: "Assassin."
If Fang Bie was here, his next move would definitely be to see if there was a hood on the white clothes, and then say what kind of assassin he was without a hood.
But fortunately Shang Jiuge is not Fangbie.
She nodded: "Do you mind if I try it on here?"
After He Ping shook his head, Shang Jiuge calmly took off his clothes in front of He Ping, revealing his snow-white and almost transparent skin.
Shang Jiuge is a martial arts practitioner and has practiced swordplay since he was a child. Therefore, he has a tall and slender figure with soft and toned muscles. He can be said to be evenly balanced and slim.
He Ping watched quietly as Shang Jiuge took off her clothes without shame in front of her, and then put on the white clothes she had prepared for her. Just as He Ping thought, the two people had similar figures, so He Ping Shang Jiuge's old clothes fit him perfectly, and it was almost impossible to tell that they were someone else's old clothes.
"Okay." Shang Jiuge said the word quietly, then moved his body and changed his statement: "Very good."
She looked at He Ping and said sincerely, "Thank you."
"Don't you bring any clothes with you when you go out?" He Ping asked.
"I forgot." Shang Jiuge said quietly: "It's my first time going out, so I don't have much experience. I thought I'd be hungry anyway, so I came down."
"Yes." He Ping nodded: "Also, you are sick."
If you say others are sick, you may be beaten.
But Shang Jiuge nodded: "I carried it in the womb."
Saying this, Shang Jiuge turned around and walked out of the house.
"I can cure it." He Ping looked at Shang Jiuge's back and continued.
"No need." Shang Jiuge shook his head and said, then walked out of the door with his backpack on his back. "Give me ten days and I'll earn enough fifty taels of silver to compensate you."
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After Shang Jiuge left completely, He Ping sat on a chair. The secret door on the wall was opened, so she could not push the door in.
"I think you saw something interesting?" He Ping said.
"Why do you want A?" Fang Bie shook his head and said, "Besides, the ribs are nothing interesting, and I didn't even look at them."
"I always feel that there is some duplicity." He Ping said lightly: "Actually, I kind of want to keep her."
"She is Shang Jiuge." Fang Bie said, "This is not Tongfu Inn, you are not Tong Xiangyu, and she is not Guo Furong."
Fang Bie looked at He Ping and said seriously.
"Also, what would you do if Hei Wu really attacked you before?" Fang Bie asked quietly.
"Although I don't quite understand what you mean, I seem to understand a little bit." He Ping turned her head and said with a smile: "Hei Wu doesn't dare to take action, and he is also afraid of death. If he takes action, I can kill him."
"What about you?" Fang Bie asked coldly. "Even if you can kill Hei Wu, how long can you live?"
He Ping looked at Fang Farewell and smiled: "Can I at least see you get a wife?"
Fang Bi was silent for a moment: "I know Shang Jiuge has the same disease as you, and you want to help her, but I don't want to do something that I can't protect myself from."
"You know, she is Shang Jiuge."
Fang Don't say twice that she is Shang Jiuge.
Even though I didn’t say it a third time, this sentence is really important.
He Ping let out a long sigh: "Farewell."
"Yeah." Fang Bie nodded.
"Actually, from the first time I saw you, I felt that you were really mature."
He Ping looked at Fang Bie and said, "To this day, I still feel that you are very mature, far beyond your age."
"Then Sister Ping, aren't you immature enough?" Fang Bie smiled and said, "I am a person who is very afraid of death."
"I'm not only afraid of my own death, but also afraid of Sister Ping's death."
"Although I know Sister Ping is a very powerful person, I am not that useless."
"But death is a very unreasonable thing."
"When a person dies, he is dead."
"It has nothing to do with the level of martial arts, age, male or female, good or bad."
He Ping looked at Fang Bie and sighed: "Well, even for your sake, I will try my best to survive."
