Still in the house hidden in the alley behind the street in Haocheng, Shen Hao saw Feilong, whom he had not seen for a long time.
What hasn't changed is the big bald head, the flattering smile on his face, oh, and the waist that never seems to be straight in front of Shen Hao.
The two of them set up a coffee table next to the fish pond in the backyard of the house and sat across from each other drinking tea.
I didn't know that both of them were vulgar and didn't know much about the tea ceremony, but they still seemed to imitate others in drinking tea, which was extremely awkward.
"I heard that your hand was seriously injured? Is it feeling better?" Shen Hao drank the tea in his hand, glanced at Feilong's right hand and raised his chin.
Feilong smiled coquettishly, and when Master Shen asked about it, he stopped hiding it. He stretched out his hand that had been shrunk in his right sleeve, and said with some anxiety: "A little, a little injury. I was injured by a dog without paying attention at the time." The beast bit off some skin and flesh, but actually, it’s not a problem.”
Small injury? Half of the palm is gone, and now only the thumb, index finger and middle finger are left. This is already a disability, but can it be called a minor injury?
Feilong's anxiety is actually because he knows that he is disabled now. A physically handicapped person was considered unlucky according to the Jingjiu Dynasty's conventions, and at least in many scenes, he was the kind of person who needed to be removed. Especially in the official career system, there are unwritten rules in this regard. Not to mention disabled people, even those who are too ugly are not easy to get along with.
Now that Feilong found out that he was disabled, he was naturally worried that he would not be liked by Master Shen and would be pulled down and thrown away as a cripple. This worry has never stopped since he was bitten off half of his palm. During this time, people have lost more than ten pounds.
"With your little ability, it doesn't make much difference whether you can hold a knife or not. What's more, you still have a left hand. You can make do with it with practice. If you really can't, you can always make a fist, right? What? Are you giving up now?" Shen Hao teased. But he was encouraging Feilong. He knew how Feilong lost half of his palm.
The black market has regained its vitality, making the forces that had been hiding for a long time ready to take action. The alliance of casual cultivators or the aristocratic families and cultivators all began to make secret moves to get their hands in and reap the benefits. As for the largest and dominant gangster in the identity black market, Feilong is naturally the first to bear the brunt of these forces.
It is said that Feilong sent his wife back to his hometown a year ago to hide. The younger son returned to his hometown with his wife, and the older son was thrown into the Black Flag Camp in Licheng to work as a school commander. He himself sat shirtless in the black market, looking like a man who was willing to live in a life of poverty.
Shen Hao was aware of the turmoil in the black market, and he had talked to Feilong when the signs first appeared, and used the southern frontier army and spies from the Black Flag Battalion to make a plan, helping Feilong obtain a large number of ordnance and weapons. Talismans serve as equipment buffs. Coupled with the large number of ferocious thugs trained by Feilong itself, dealing with the turmoil should not be a big problem.
This is indeed the case. Although there were many dangers during the period, in the end Feilong still had the final say in the black market, and those forces that attempted to challenge Feilong's status were driven away.
But one of the dangers cost Feilong half of his hand. Now the injury has been basically stabilized, but it is unrealistic to regenerate the broken limb.
"Sir, this broken body of Fei Chong has embarrassed you!" As he said this, Fei Long knelt down, his head hitting the ground, and his voice was slightly choked. He could hear that Lord Shen had no intention of abandoning him, and the stone in his heart felt relieved.
Shen Hao raised his hand, and with a surge of zhenqi, he lifted the flying dragon that was kneeling on the ground. He smiled and said: "You should know that I have a commander named Lin Chen who is notoriously ugly. It is said that he is despised by everyone in Jingbei. But I think he is good, ruthless and smart enough.
You're just missing half of your hand, so it's not a waste of time. What can you do to embarrass me? You're the one who messed up things. Do you think I'll care about anything else?
Don't be the boss who always thinks about trivial things. "
After saying that, Shen Hao poured a cup of tea for Feilong and handed it over. Feilong was very excited with runny nose and tears. After sitting down, he kept wiping his face.
"Now the black market has been completely stabilized. You just need to pick a few disobedient people from time to time and kill them for everyone to see. Unless there is a big change, no one can change your position in the future."
"It's all thanks to you, sir. Otherwise, flying insects wouldn't dare to talk about their position. They would have died in some smelly ditch feeding maggots."
Waving his hand, Shen Hao was already immune to Feilong's flattery. This guy flatters me as soon as he opens his mouth. He is still wiping his face and wiping his tears and snot, but he can still flatter him smoothly. It’s also awesome.
"Okay, where's the stuff? Didn't you say you received it? Let me take a look." Not wanting to argue with this guy anymore, Shen Hao moved away from the conversation. He had asked Feilong to collect calligraphy and paintings before. Feilong wrote back a few days ago saying that he had obtained a treasure. One of his purposes today was to see what kind of treasure it was.
In fact, calligraphy and painting are also available in auction houses. But they are not the kind of treasures Shen Hao wants. Only some artifacts with shady origins are quietly circulating in the black market. And these things were either taken away and never seen again, or they were targeted by auction houses, washed several times, and then put on the stand for auction.
"Sir, don't worry, this time is definitely a rare treasure! Just take a look!" When talking about this flying dragon, his nose didn't run or shed tears. In an instant, he took out a brocade box for himself and was about to open it. .
"No, you put it on the coffee table and I'll open it myself. Are the snot on your hands dirty? Go and wash it before you come back!"
After Shen Hao blasted away the flying dragon, he opened the brocade box. Inside was a picture scroll. He held it up in the air and unfolded it with his true energy. It was more than a foot long. The painting was a landscape scroll, very freehand, and the coloring was also very special. It seemed to be random. The unfolding of the flower scroll can show distinct seasonal changes, and people can see into it, as if the scenery in the painting has come alive.
Look at the signature of this painting: Huiling.
Shen Hao was slightly startled. As far as he knew, there was no such person as Hui Ling among the popular painters outside? Although this painting is definitely a rare masterpiece in the eyes of an outsider like him, if the painter is not up to par, it wouldn't be considered such a rare treasure, right?
In doubt, Feilong ran to the pool, washed and dried his face and hands, and ran back. Standing proudly behind Mr. Shen, he introduced: "Sir, this thing can't be seen in the world. It's an authentic work of Master Huiling! This thing was brought by someone to pay for my life. I can't get it just by money." !”
"Master Huiling?" Shen Hao looked at Feilong in surprise.
"Yeah! It's the authentic work of Hui Ling! I heard that he was homeless during the war in the previous dynasty..."
Only then did Shen Hao confirm that this painting was not painted by any artist. Because Yang Zheng, the founder of the Jingjiu Dynasty royal family, was called "Huiling Zhenren"!
