Chapter 47 A startling glance, a perfect profile (Second update, more to come later.)
“Xiao Mu.”
In the courtyard on Huayuan Street, Kou Heng called Yun Mu, He asked, "Where have Ye Ze, Sun Kang, and Qiao Bai gone?"
Yun Mu's lips trembled, and he lowered his head and said nothing.
Looking at his appearance, Kou Heng seemed to have a spark flashing in his mind: "They..."
From the moment they moved into this courtyard house, Kou Heng was keenly aware that there were suddenly many temptations around them.
Things that I never dared to think about before, someone has gone out of their way to deliver them.
I am even afraid that it will be embarrassing for you to put it away. The other party can cleverly create various names to make you feel that there is no risk in accepting this thing.
In addition, everyone is very kind to them, even flattering them, including some beautiful women. When getting along with them, I always feel that every look in their eyes is filled with emotion. There is a sense of reluctance.
Previously, he thought that this was a side effect of power and a secular means of testing cadres, but now it seems that things may not be that simple.
"Xiao Mu, I'm afraid the mayor has a problem. I suspect that he is colluding with Yizhuang and belongs to an interest group." Kou Heng said with a heavy heart.
Yun Mu thought thoughtfully: "It's very possible. Brother Heng, what should we do? Should we tell Aze and the others about this?"
Kou Heng shook his head and said: " No, they are probably corrupted, even if we give them To be honest, they won’t believe it, or rather, they don’t want to believe it! For now, the only way is to reveal the true face of this interest group as soon as possible, hoping to use reality to make them realize their mistakes.”
“I. I will always support you, Brother Heng." Yun Mu said swornly.
Kou Heng smiled happily, then straightened his expression, and said solemnly: "There are nine out of ten spies of the mayor outside the yard. Xiao Mu, you go out with me and lay a cover for me. I want Let’s go to Yizhuang again..."
evening.
Outside Yizhuang.
Kou Heng, who was hiding under a big tree, felt his heart skip a beat when he saw Qin Yao and his men pulling a cart of wine jars parked outside the gate.
Do those fake Taoist priests in Yizhuang drink wine as water? Buy a car at once!
He felt that there must be something wrong with this, but now he was alone and weak, and he did not dare to jump out to check...
What if there was something invisible inside the wine jar, and I opened it desperately, wouldn't I be killed by the murderer? !
Thinking of this, he immediately suppressed his impetuous mood and calmed down again.
Half an hour later, the sky turned completely dark. Kou Heng wrapped himself in his coat and was about to climb down the tree to go back when a burst of chaotic footsteps suddenly sounded in his ears. He turned around and saw two people. Three hundred strong men armed with sticks and even sharp knives gathered together, led by a leader wearing a red robe, and blocked the gate of Yizhuang.
“What is going on?” Kou Heng looked confused.
"Brother, something bad has happened. Many thieves armed with weapons have surrounded our village." In the Yi Zhuang, a Maoshan Taoist priest hurried into the lobby and shouted anxiously.
"Thieves? Where did the thieves come from!" Uncle Jiu looked stunned.
Qin Yao put down the brush in his hand, used a paperweight to hold down the half-drawn amulet, stood up and said, "I'll go take a look."
Be busy and don't forget to practice.
It’s just that considering his abnormal physique, it doesn’t make much sense to use regular exercises to strengthen his body. The key is the practice of magic.
Maoshan started with talismans, and the core magic is naturally talismans. As an outstanding disciple of Waimaozhong, 70% of Uncle Jiu's cultivation is in the talisman arts. Therefore, the three disciples all started with talisman arts. However, including Qin Yao, no one has yet reached the level of entering the palace.
"I'll go with you." Uncle Jiu was not worried about Qin Yao being injured, but worried about him killing indiscriminately in anger, so he followed him out. Gate.
Qin Yao and a group of Taoist priests stood outside the door and looked at the hundreds of thieves, but saw that they were wearing all kinds of rags, with messy dirty hair, and expressions on their faces. The dish color, the eyes are numb and cold.
"I have brought so many brothers here, what advice do you have?" Qin Yao asked coldly as his eyes moved and focused on the Dahongpao at the head.
"I heard that you opened a paper-making shop, and I came to order some paper." Dahongpao said.
Qin Yao raised his eyebrows: "I want some ghost paper... don't you want to buy it?"
"You can also buy it."
Da Hongpao took out a handful of Xian Dayang from his clothes and threw it to Qin Yao In front of Yao: "These oceans are enough to buy all the ghost papers in your Zhuangzi, right?"
< br>Looking down at the dirty ocean at his feet, Qin Yao smiled and walked towards him step by step: "Didn't you ask about the details of my Yi Village before you came to cause trouble?"
< br>Da Hongpao frowned and waved his hand. The thieves behind him stepped forward and surrounded Qin Yao.
"Don't push yourself too far. We, the Beggar Clan, never give you money when we ask for things. If we can pay you a lot today, it's already a big honor for you."
"Beggars Clan?" He glanced at the various rags on their bodies again. Clothes, Qin Yao knew it clearly.
The beggar gang here is naturally not the one in martial arts novels, let alone Hong Qigong, the dog-beating stick, and the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon.
Historically, at this point in time, there were still beggar gangs. There was even such an organization in every county. The managers were not called the elders of several bags, and they were all called beggar heads.
In cities, beggars are no different from societies. They go to various shops every month to collect door-to-door fees, and merchants who are afraid of trouble will obediently hand them over in order to keep things clean.
For merchants who are unwilling to bow their heads, those with backgrounds will be fine, but those without backgrounds will be in dire straits. The local beggar gang only needs to find a seriously ill beggar lying in front of the shop, and the business of the shop will most likely be ruined...
Qin Yao never expected that the beggar gang would receive Yizhuang and Tiandi Bank for collecting the door-to-door fees.
No matter how you look at this thing, there is something strange about it. There must be some ghost behind it.
"Master." Qin Yao turned around and looked at Uncle Jiu.
Uncle Jiu nodded and said, "Don't cause trouble."
Qin Yao chuckled, raised his hands, and like a tiger descending from the mountain, rushed towards the beggar-headed red robe. Every beggar who stood in front of him was slapped down.
To deal with these beggars who have no cultivation at all, it would be funny if they can still fight back and forth.
It’s a complete crushing!
At the same time, in the inner courtyard, Mao Shanming, who had just walked out of the hut with his trousers pulled up, was about to join in the fun in front of the gate. Unintentionally, he caught a glimpse and saw a perfect side profile under the light. Face...
With just this half of her face, she instantly killed all the beauties Mao Shanming had ever seen in his life, and he was completely captivated by just one glance.
"Taoist Master, can you do me a favor?"
Mao Shanming looked at the other party directly, swallowing his saliva: "Yes, yes, Miss, if you have any difficulties, just ask me. We will do our best to help..."
(End of this chapter)