Chapter Fifty-Eight: Vientiane Tower
The second floor of the bustling shop is bustling with customers.
The thin young man paused, and looked back suspiciously: "What else is the matter with Brother Ren?" ”
The sorrow on the face of the heroic young man dissipated, and he hurriedly arched his hand and said with a smile: "I am a soldier Qingze, I don't know the name of my brother Taigao?" ”
The girl in the pink skirt next to her pouted, playing with the corners of her clothes back and forth in her hands, looking at the two of them without saying a word.
Lin Hao was stunned for a moment, then turned around and smiled: "The surname is Lin Minghao, just a nameless person." ”
"Oh, if Brother Lin has some free time, you can come to Wutong Academy for a gathering." Qing Ze's elegant face was straight, and he warmly invited: "I will sweep the couch to greet each other, drink and sing for three days, to thank my brother for his kindness." ”
"Haha, that's good." Lin Hao laughed a few times, walked downstairs in a dashing manner, flashed a few times, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.
"Brother Ze, let's go back quickly." The girl in the pink skirt grinned and quickly pulled the young man's arm.
"Well, exactly! My sister's condition can't be delayed any longer. Qing Ze's face was full of anxiety, and he quickly unfolded his body and pulled the girl to gallop.
On the wide street, the two figures are as fast as floating lights, flexibly shuttling through the crowd, like swimming fish.
The scenery on the side of the street is like a movie film, constantly rushing towards it, and then quickly backwards in an instant.
The two of them spread out their bodies, walked straight through the streets and alleys, and soon walked out of the corner.
Among the large and magnificent palace complexes, there is an endless stream of Confucian warriors.
The two turned left and right all the way, and in a blink of an eye, they came to a quiet attic.
The boudoir is lightly furrowed, and there is a faint dark fragrance in the air.
On the soft bed, a beautiful girl was lying. The delicate figure hides under the quilt, revealing a delicate white and tender face, and the corners of the mouth are slightly upturned when sleeping, with a bit of cute and coquettish color.
Although the girl's breathing was steady, she frowned from time to time in her sleep, and her face was faintly sickly red.
Next to the bed, the woman in the palace dress touched the girl's forehead distressedly, and her frosty face was full of self-blame.
Outside the house, two men and a woman were standing.
"Dr. Lin, how is my sister's injury?" Qing Ze's face was full of anxiety, and he hurriedly asked the middle-aged man opposite.
"This bloodthirsty flower medicine is quite effective, after Ling Mei takes the decoction, now there is no major problem, and the son does not have to worry." The middle-aged man in the green shirt nodded lightly and touched his beard with a smile.
"Thank you, Dr. Lin!" Qing Ze's face was full of joy, and he hurriedly and respectfully sent him out of the attic.
Soon, when the heroic young man returned, there was still a faint sadness on his face.
The girl in the pink skirt bit her lip and hurriedly comforted: "Brother Ze, don't worry, the doctor said it's okay!" ”
"Hmm." Qing Ze rubbed his eyebrows, looked at the room worriedly, turned his head and said, "Senior Sister Zhou, go back and rest." ”
"Well, Brother Ze should also have a good rest." The girl in the pink skirt wanted to speak and stopped, and finally gritted her teeth, but turned around and left.
"Hmm."
There was silence in the air, and there was silence for a while.
Under the eaves, the heroic young man narrowed his eyes, danced wildly with his hair, and said to himself: "Black Tiger Gang, this matter is not over......
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In the room of the Izumo Inn, the incense burner next to the wooden table is filled with sandalwood.
The thin young man was lying on the bed, and he lifted Erlang's legs beautifully.
"Soldier Qingze? Treating people like a humble gentleman feels very difficult. ”
Lin Hao grinned and looked up at the Mo Meitu on the wall: "Okay, I finally have a harvest today." Two bloodthirsty flowers, and some accessories, but a bit expensive. Alas, the alchemist really burns money. ”
"Knock-" There was a knock on the door.
"Ah Hao, are you in there?" The man's voice outside the door was like a bell.
With a "squeak", the door opened.
At the gate, there was a tower-like burly man with a resolute face, and a giant sword with a large door panel behind him was buzzing.
"Uncle Tuyan, what's wrong?" Lin Hao scratched his head in surprise.
"Can't see if you're okay?"
The strong man's big eyes widened, and he patted Lin Hao's shoulder angrily, walked directly into the room, and sat on the stool: "There are so many things to do during this time, and I'm angry!" Those profiteers kept lowering prices, and the goods of the tribe were sold at low prices. Damn, I can't wait to chop them alive! ”
"Hiss~" Lin Hao bared his teeth for a while, quickly rubbed his shoulders, and coughed a few times: "No way, who called us a vulnerable group?" If you don't lower the price, then the sun will come out of the west. ”
"Hmph~" Uncle Tuyan slapped the table hard, turned around and asked, "Hey, you kid has the most ghost ideas, think of a way for Lao Tzu!" ”
"It's hard for a good woman to cook without rice." Lin Hao rolled his eyes, and suddenly smiled mysteriously: "But I have a way, I will definitely be able to make them bleed violently." ”
"What's the solution?" Uncle Tuyan's eyes lit up violently, and he came over impatiently, "In the past ten days, those profiteers have repeatedly gained inches, and Lao Tzu's lungs are about to explode!" If it weren't for the purchase of all kinds of pills needed by the tribe, Lao Tzu would have torn them apart a long time ago. ”
"Secrecy for now." Lin Hao blinked his eyes and said with a smile: "It will take a while." ”
"You kid!" Uncle Tuyan's eyes widened, and he slapped the table angrily, took out the wine gourd from his arms, and poured a few sips with his head up.
Lin Hao opened the window, looked at the towering pavilion in the distance, turned around and asked, "By the way, where did Soka and Heitong go?" ”
"They're going to follow the tribesmen to buy supplies." Tu Yan poured a few sips of wine, suddenly patted his head, and roared like a pig: "Ah Hao! ”
"What's wrong?" Lin Hao's hands trembled in fright, and he couldn't help but look back in amazement, thinking: If you are shocked, you are not afraid of scaring people to death?
"This ......" The strong man of the tower scratched his head, his eyes lit up violently, and he rubbed his hands excitedly: "Actually, I'm almost out of wine, do you see if it's ......?"
"yes, I thought something was wrong." Lin Hao rolled his eyes.
"That's it." Tu Yan laughed a few times, and his figure flew out of the room like the wind.
There was only an echo around him: "Remember not to walk around in a few days, follow me to Tianxianglou." ”
"Got it!" Lin Hao shouted and shook his head helplessly: "This drunkard has drunk more than ten boxes of burning knives." Well, it seems that today is the day of the publication of Vientiane Building? ”
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but be shocked, and hurriedly went out and strode away.
Every half a month, Vientiane Building will issue an issue of "Jianghu Fengyunlu". The information contained in this miscellaneous issue is very large, somewhat similar to the monthly newspapers of the earth.
While entertaining, it is also an important window for him to understand the reckless world.
This "Vientiane Tower" is extremely powerful, and it is a very strange organization, which is basically composed of the Tianji Valley of the miscellaneous family, large and small wind media organizations, and the royal forces of the major dynasties in the vicinity, which can be said to be a hodgepodge.
There are countless businesses it operates, and it can be said that just like the name of the pavilion, it can be called all-encompassing, and the hands and eyes are all over the sky.
The state capital of each dynasty has its own branch building, and the signboard is: "Know the astronomy and geography, know the nine things in the eight directions, and include intelligence, information, martial arts, divine soldiers, and pills." ”
To be precise, it's not just an intelligence organization, it's also a huge force like a supermarket chain. In various branches, including intelligence, all kinds of warrior materials can be purchased, and even entrusted with issuing bounty missions.
In Lin Hao's opinion, it is simply incredible that such a strange and huge organization can still develop and grow steadily!