Qing Lin was in distress situation when he met such a risk-averse who was proud of the capital. He said with a smile, "yes, uncle, what you said is that what we did was wrong." Tell me, what the hell is going on? "
The middle-aged man then said, "Does Kazakhstan know? A few days ago, they attacked our border again. Fortunately, the emperor was wise and sent his most effective general, Marshal Wu Qilin, to fight. Marshal Wu is a handsome man with three heads and six arms. When we arrived at the border, we fought with the enemy generals. Well, what’s the name of the enemy general? "
A man next to him said, "The enemy will be Kunshan, the invincible general of Kazakhstan. He is very old. He had never lost a battle before he met our Marshal Wu. Or let’s marshal Wu, three times five divided by two, dry down Kunshan, cut off his head and brought it to Beijing. In order to show our national prestige, Long live the grandfather built a high platform near the intersection of Dongfeng Street and Guanyi Road, which was specially used to show the heads of Kunshan to our common people and foreign barbarians, so that those foreigners could be honest. We have Marshal Wu in Tianfeng, no matter who infringes our border, we will ensure that they will come back. "
There is a building called the World Pavilion on Guanyi Road. It is a place where countries that have diplomatic relations with Tianfeng live all the year round, and it is a well-known embassy district in Tianfeng. The emperor built a platform to show Kunshan’s head on the inn road, and his intention of killing chickens and scaring monkeys was obvious.
The middle-aged man who started talking to Qing Lin found the object of communication. "Hey, brother, have you heard?". The head of Kunshan will be displayed on the booth for three days. Today is the first day, so we have to hurry there and see what the unfortunate guy whose head was cut off by our Marshal Wu looks like. "
The second man said, "Brother, your news is too confusing. Show the head of Kunshan, which is the second. I heard through the grapevine that Emperor Ruiyunguo sent his daughter. It is said that when it is close to noon today, the princess will personally check the authenticity of Kunshan’s head. If it is confirmed that the head is true, the princess can recruit our Marshal Wu as a mother-in-law, and the child born to Marshal Wu and the princess in the future will be the emperor of Rui Yunguo. "
Middle-aged man flashing eyes, "there is such a good thing. Alas, Marshal Wu is really rich and famous. Alas, young man, you see, this is a man … Hey, where is he? " Looking back, the middle-aged man saw that Qing Lin and Wan’er had long since disappeared.
After learning the truth of the crowded people, Qing Lin lost the mood to dig deeper. At the beginning, he sold the head of Kunshan to Wu Qilin for ten thousand pieces of standard spar. Since then, he has nothing to do with this matter. Qing Lin just didn’t expect that the emperor and Wu Qilin, a pair of brothers-in-law and brother-in-law, had played so big that they just cheated their own people. How dare they fool people all over the world? Compared with them, the servants and servants of Li Fu met by Qing Lin in Fanjiayao Market are really dwarfed, and there is no comparability at all.
No matter what the purpose of this kind of person is, for what reason, Qinglin will not deal with them anyway. Don’t let them sell themselves one day and count their money.
Qing Lin and Wan’er managed to squeeze out a scalp-tingling crowd. Looking back at thousands of people crowded together to watch the scene of bustle, Qing Lin felt a burst of terror. If he fell here just now, he would have to be trampled into a paste. Thought of here, hurriedly pull Wan’er left this flashpoint.
After crossing the intersection of Dongfeng Street and Guanyi Road, I walked forward for more than 200 meters. Suddenly, the street calmed down and I looked around. Except for the crowded people behind me, I could hardly see a figure in front, left and right. Many shops didn’t even open the door. Even if they did, almost all the guys and shopkeepers in the shop stood outside the door, looking on tiptoe in the direction of Qinglin. Obviously, the head of Kunshan is very attractive to them, and it has temporarily overwhelmed yu Wang, who is doing business to make money.
Without much effort, Qinglin found the warehouse of Liji Bean Store, which is a big house with a single house. The gate is adjacent to Dongfeng Street, and there is a small alley outside the other three walls, which is not adjacent to any other buildings. Being able to own such a large warehouse in the capital with an inch of land and gold, Li Dashan’s financial resources are really amazing.
What makes Qing Lin feel a little sorry is that the Li family’s warehouse door is closed, the door is locked, and no one can be seen. It is estimated that the people who keep the warehouse also went to see the head of Kunshan.
"Childe, no one. What shall we do? Do you want to jump in from the wall? " Wan’er said.
Qing Lin took Wan’er around the big house for more than half a circle. He saw that the wall of the house was extremely high and strong, and the average person really had no way to break into the house. But for Qing Lin, this is just a trivial matter.
"Come on, people are not here, let’s wait for a while. For the time being, I have no interest in being a thief, not to mention a secular person who has nothing to do with us. " Qing Lin shook his head and rejected Wan’er’s suggestion.
Qing Lin and Wan’er sat in the doorway of the big house, patiently waiting for more than an hour, but failed to wait for people. On the contrary, there is a shopkeeper in a shop next to him. He has some knowledge and recognized the clothes on Qing Lin’s body. He hesitated for a long time, and then walked over carefully. "Xianchang, are you waiting for someone here?" Error-free novel network does not skip words.
Qing Lin nodded. "I want to inquire about the market of beans. I heard that there are many beans here, so I came to have a look."
The shopkeeper said quickly, "So that’s it. Don’t wait, they have a day off here, and they all went to see the head of Kunshan. You, might as well wait until half an afternoon. Li Dashan will visit the warehouse every half afternoon, rain or shine, and it has never changed. "
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Chapter one hundred and forty-eight Someone from master
Chapter one hundred and forty-eight Someone from master
After thanking the shopkeeper who provided the information, Qing Lin lost his mind at that time. Several large business districts that Mrs Nie told him yesterday are far away from where he is now. If you go back and forth, you may miss the chance to meet Li Dashan. Fanjiayao market is not far if you are eager to get close, but the thought of squeezing our way out from the crowd just now makes Qing Lin lose interest in going to Fanjiayao market.
When the shopkeeper didn’t leave, he saw that Qing Lin was hesitant and said, "Xianchang, do you have no place to go?" If you don’t mind, just sit at the little old son’s house. My house is adjacent to Guanyi Road. Standing on the roof of my house, you can see the movement there. "
Qing Lin has some enchantments. He is still a teenager of 16 or 17 after all, and still likes watching the scene of bustle. The reason why he didn’t want to stop and watch just now is because of the contempt of the Emperor and Wu Qilin, but the more important reason is that there are too many people. "This ….. not so good? Will it be too much trouble for you to have a lot of words in the error-free novel network? "
Manned busy way: "no trouble, no trouble at all. Xianchang, please come with me. "
Qing Lin and Wan’er followed the shopkeeper. Before long, they arrived at the door of a house that was not very big. The shopkeeper patted the door and an old woman opened it. The shopkeeper said happily, "Come and have a look, old woman. I invited the immortal to our house today. Go quickly and call our grandson. "
The old woman didn’t believe it at first, but when she saw the clothes on Qing Lin’s body, she was also refreshed and turned to run, which made Qing Lin stunned. Manned respectfully invited Qing Lin and Wan’er into the entrance. He led Qinglin and Wan’er to the front of the house facing the street, pointing to the ladder leaning against the wall and saying, "Xian Chang, you can go up this ladder and see the movement on the other side of Guanyi Street."
"Thank you, Laozhang." Qing Lin bowed his hand toward the manned arch.
The shopkeeper waved his hand at a loss. "No,no."
Qing Lin smiled, and Wan’er tandem on the roof. The shopkeeper really didn’t lie to them. Standing on the roof, he could easily see what was happening in the inn street without blowing off dust. The street was crowded with people, and people crowded around a high platform, staring at the small table on the high platform with wide eyes. Above the table is the head of Kunshan. On the high platform, there are seven or eight sacrifice houses guarding them, always ready to prevent any accidents.
The human head should be treated with magic by the person who fixes the truth. It has been several days since Qing Lin cut off the human head in Kunshan, but the human head shows no signs of rotting and stinking, and it is still lifelike, as if it had just been cut off.
Seeing the head of Kunshan again, Qing Lin couldn’t help looking at it carefully. To tell the truth, this is the first time he has seriously looked at this expensive head that he got back ten thousand pieces of standard spar. Kunshan’s head is still staring at his iconic golden helmet, which is tough and full of military temperament. However, the most impressive thing about him at the moment is his eyes.
Above Kunshan’s head, his eyes are wide open, and under the microscope, you can also see the unbelief, unwillingness and faint fear revealed from the inside. The invincible general who fought countless battles in his life and never lost a battle actually died in a fog at the hands of a little Taoist priest. No matter who it is, it will die unsatisfied like Kunshan.
In order to publicize Wu Qilin’s great feat of winning the head of the enemy chieftain, the royal family specially arranged several platforms with lower heights beside the high platform where Kunshan’s head was displayed, on which stood an artist, who played lyrics, drummed drums and told storytelling … They either sang or said that there was only one theme, that is, how Wu Qilin killed Kunshan. These artists should have been instructed in advance, and they all did their best to exaggerate, blowing Wu Qilin up like a god. Kunshan was infinitely dwarfed by them and completely reduced to a clown and supporting role. Where do ordinary people know the truth and falsehood? What they want is an enjoyable experience. Naturally, the more powerful the family, the better. People around the stage burst into cheers from time to time.