In the State of Wei, the money gang is at the helm.
A leaf fell quietly and landed on the hand of a handsome man. The handsome man's skin was delicate, white, and smooth, but the subtle wrinkles at the corners of his eyes still revealed his age inadvertently.
This man is Jing Yutang, the current leader of the Qian Gang, the largest merchant gang in Wei.
"The income for July is thirteen thousand eight hundred and thirty-two taels. Master, what do you think of it?"
At this moment, Jing Yutang was holding an abacus in his hand and was reconciling the accounts with the master who was in charge of the Qianqian Gang's accounts. This was a task that the Qianqian Gang had to do every month. Usually at the beginning of the next month, the income profit and loss of the previous month and its details were calculated.
The Money Gang is the largest business gang in the Wei Kingdom. It has contacts and contacts all over the seven countries. There are many places to make money and money, and it is very complex. Therefore, even Jing Yutang, which is famous for its meticulousness, meanness, and omissions, still needs a master. Do a double check to prevent mistakes.
Master is a very interesting person, he is born very interesting, because his name is Shiye, his surname is Shi, and his given name is Master, and he is doing the job of a master, and the master is a master. This thing is really interesting.
The master is not as fast as Jing Yutang in settling accounts, but their accuracy is almost the same. This is also a very important reason why he can firmly hold the position of master.
At this moment, the master finally finished settling the accounts. He looked cheerful, twirling his beard with his hand and said:
"No, it's thirteen thousand eight hundred and thirty-seven taels. A few days ago, the gang sold some discarded iron tools in exchange for five taels of silver. The sect master missed the calculation."
When Jing Yutang heard this, he immediately looked through the account book and found that he had indeed missed the calculation. He smiled bitterly and said:
"It really is."
Master said:
"The sect master hasn't made any mistakes in nearly twenty years, right? I've been your decoration for twenty years. Today I finally found a thorn in my side, hehehe..."
The master's smile was hoarse and deep, accompanied by slight breathlessness. He was also older.
He has been with Jing Yutang since he was a child. Even now, his beard and hair are all white, but the person in front of him still looks so young. Natural beauty is such a thing that makes people envious and jealous.
"Why, the sect leader is worried?"
The master looked at Jing Yutang. The two had known each other for many years, and Jing Yutang could tell with just one look. What's more, today, he even made a mistake in his calculations. Not only was he worried, but he was also worried about something serious.
Jing Yutang looked at the fallen leaves outside the window, his long eyelashes half-covering his eyes, which made him look a little confused. He said:
"Are you talking about that brat Jueyang's habit of staying in Taoyuan? He has such a mean character, so he won't be ostracized."
"I heard that that boy hasn't given up on tracing the whereabouts of Shao Shang. He should have left Taoyuan with his fellow disciples to find clues about Shao Shang."
"This brat will probably have to live in his brother's shadow for the rest of his life. I really can't understand why the brat has such a strong obsession with Shao Shang even though they have never met."
Jue Mingzi disappeared twenty years ago, and Jue Yang is only eighteen this year. Although the two are inseparable brothers, they are twenty years apart in age. Although it is rare to have a son with old age, but It's not like nothing happened. This happened to Jueyang's parents.
However, it is precisely because the first son is so famous that the second son has been living in the shadow of his eldest brother since he was born, even though he himself has never met this so-called eldest brother.
"It's never a good thing to live in the shadow of others. I hope he can find his own way during his time in Taoyuan."
The master sighed for a while. This was the reason why he and Jing Yutang wanted to send Jueyang to Taoyuan as an exchange student. If Jueyang stayed in the Money Gang all his life, he would have to live in the shadow of Jue Mingzi all his life.
This was something that neither he nor Jing Yutang wanted to see, because there was once a person who had always lived in the shadow of Jue Mingzi and wanted to defeat Jue Mingzi so much that he eventually embarked on a path of no return.
"Xiu, how are you doing?"
Jing Yutang's voice was very low, as if he was talking to himself.
…
Somewhere outside Jicheng, under the moon.
The fragmented No. 3 was scattered on the ground. Shui Han's fist was restrained. The clouds in the sky had been scattered at some point. At this moment, the sky and the earth were vast and clear. The moonlight shone on the boy in red, covering his whole body. A layer of holy luster.
He remembered what Zhongqiu said:
"When I beat you, I only use my left fist."
Shui Han could clearly remember that the uppercuts Zhongqiu used to hit him not only broke his chin, but also exploded the clouds thousands of miles high in the sky.
On the Seven Gentlemen Ping, Zhongqiu had been beating Shui Han with his strongest two punches. Although he obviously had some remaining strength, the strongest was still the strongest. Shui Han just imitated Zhongqiu's uppercut posture and form, and then Already possessing such power, this punch is truly worthy of its reputation.
Shui Han thought he was just imitating the form, but in the eyes of Mr. Zhong who was not far away, it was completely the opposite. The move Shui Han had just made was a mess in terms of posture and form, only three points similar at most. , on the contrary, the essence of the boxing intention contained in it is imitated to a 70-80% degree.
"He is light on form but heavy on spirit. This boy is truly a martial arts genius."
Mr. Zhong thought to himself.
When No. 1 and No. 2 saw this situation, they were not too surprised. They immediately started to deal with Mr. Zhong and Xiaotian in front of them.
Shui Han has been exhausted, they only need to kill Zhong Shao Xiaotian, who has been completely suppressed by them, and then fight two against one, they still win.
Nothing will change substantively.
Number 2 pulled out his silver needle again. This time the silver needle he pulled out was thicker, longer, and sharper than before. Previously he hid the four needles in the Moonwind Thorn, just to seal them. Zhong Shao's acupuncture point, and at this moment he took out this needle to take Zhong Shao's life.
"It is said that the Tang Sect's hidden weapons are the most classic type of flying needles, and these flying needles are divided into four types, drizzle hairspring, rain flying flowers, flower rain all over the sky and heavy rain pear flowers. The four kinds of flying needles are from small to large, from fine to small. From weak to strong, the lethality also increases from weak to strong. If these four flying needles are coordinated properly, they can be said to be perfect in controlling and killing enemies.
If my judgment is correct, the four silver needles you just used to seal my four acupoints should be raindrops, and the ones you are holding in your hands now are rainstorm pear blossoms.
The No. 3 who just knew how to use Zongfeng Jue is undoubtedly from the Money Gang, and this No. 1 uses the Qingtian Cloud Hand of the Liu family of Southern Fist. He is probably a member of the Liu family. As for you, use Tang Sect Flying Needle, I'm afraid he is from the Tang Sect.
You Shura soldiers are really interesting. While talking about the weakness of human beings, you use the magic developed by humans. What are you proud of? Is it the body made of steel or the skills you have learned? Spells created by humans. "
This paragraph, word for word, clearly pointed out the identities of the three soldiers and criticized their ideas. It was a quarrel with each other, but the person who said this was Zhong Shao, who had previously sealed his acupuncture points and was completely unable to move.
At this moment, Mr. Zhong had already stood up. He looked at Number 2 in front of him, his eyes full of ridicule and ridicule, as if he was looking at a self-righteous clown.
