When he heard "Young man, please stay", Qin Lang subconsciously thought that the big girl was back.

"Xuan..."

However, Qin Lang turned around and found that it was not an uproar, squinted his eyes and recognized it for a while, only to realize that it was actually the master of the county government who shouted to him.

"Is there something wrong?"

"Qin Shaoxia."

The master clenched his fists with a respectful face:

"Are you awake?"

"Hmm... Do you know I'm at the inn? ”

"Yes, the yamen knows that the young man is resting, so there is one thing that has not bothered you."

Qin Lang thought that he had fainted on the street at that time, and someone should have witnessed the whole process, and it was not surprising that the news reached the county government, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

But what he didn't know was that in fact, the county government had also been ordered by a person from a certain big sect three days ago, so he specially sent someone to pay attention to Qin Lang's movements at the inn.

Now that Qin Lang has woken up, the master has heard the wind and comes.

"Why is the yamen looking for me?"

"The young man was imprisoned and killed the thief three days ago, and the heroic deeds have been passed down as a good story, this... As the saying goes, a good person has a good reward, and I was also specially entrusted by the county master to tell the young man about the silver reward for the arrest warrant. ”

"The warrant is... Silver? ”

Money?

Qin Lang was slightly stunned.

It's really Cao Cao, the wife is here...

Qin Lang was only concerned about unveiling the list as a ticket to prison at that time, and he really didn't notice that Xue Gui's pursuit warrant had a silver reward.

At the moment, he was worried about the silver, so the master took the initiative to send it to the door.

"How much is the silver bounty?"

"Fifty taels."

“……”

Qin Lang was surprised, fifty taels was not a decimal.

……

Walking the rivers and lakes, there is little money.

In addition to food, clothing, shelter, and transportation, weapons and mounts are also necessary expenses.

Especially the mounts.

If Qin Lang wants to go to the south and north of the world to pursue the last person on the "Heart Demon Record", how can he have a mount?

But as soon as he arrived in Jianping County, he inquired, in today's world, a beautiful little mare with clear ice and jade, round and jade costs more than 30 taels of silver!

Even the kind of battle-hardened, skinny 10,000 people riding has at least a dozen or two horses.

Qin Lang, who was penniless, didn't dare to think about buying a horse, but he was still thinking about making a living.

As a result, this fifty taels of silver was rewarded, not to mention the mount, and there was even spare money to find a blacksmith in the county to fight a sword.

……

However, having said that, the master said that according to the law of the Great Zhou, Xue Gui's corpse needs to be sent to Qingzhou Mansion for examination before the reward can be approved.

"How long will it take?"

"About a month."

The master took out a note similar to a voucher from his arms, handed it to Qin Lang, and then paid two taels of silver in advance.

With the advance payment, Qin Lang could stay in the inn for a month in this small border town, but he didn't want to spend the money in this kind of place.

Especially without the company of his senior sister by his side, Qin Lang, who was used to being deserted in the Tianshan Mountains, asked his master to point out a more secluded place to stay.

"Secluded... Yes, there are! ”

The master pointed into the distance:

"There is a warehouse on Qingniugang outside the east gate of Jianping County, which was originally used to store imperial grain when the first emperor, and then the Great Zhou and Beili armistice were held, when the empress subtracted the border tax, the warehouse was completely abandoned, and the room of the grain watcher was empty and no one lived in it."

"Okay, I'll live there."

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So, in order to reward fifty taels of silver, Qin Lang conveniently settled down on the Qingniugang in Jianping County.

Half a month passed before I knew it.

For half a month, in addition to practicing his internal strength from scratch every day, Qin Lang would sometimes wander around the county.

At the beginning, Leng Buding met a few passers-by who knew him, and cast admiration, envy or longing glances at him, and even called him "young man", "hero", "good man", etc., Qin Lang also had a sense of achievement.

But after a long time, it gradually became tasteless.

The more leisurely he stayed in the small county town, the more Qin Lang couldn't wait to go to a farther and bigger place.

It's a pity that the reward can't come down, and it's difficult to move an inch, so Qin Lang can only occasionally go to the tea stall to rub a seat, and listen to the old man to blow the strange news of the rivers and lakes.

However, Qin Lang soon discovered that this old man was also a parallel import, and he wouldn't say anything else all day long, so he knew that he would tell some stories about the so-called Tianshan immortals, and indirectly spread rumors to his senior sister.

……

"It is said that the goddess on the mountain that day, although she is immortal, her physique is like that of a child!"

"No, no, no."

Qin Lang shook his head directly when he heard this:

"What a toddler, she... Well... It's quite big, and it looks like a young woman. ”

"Ahem... It is said that the immortal of Tianshan Mountain has three heads and six arms, and his body is covered with red hair! ”

"No, no, no."

Qin Lang continued to shake his head:

"She has no hands and jade legs, is dressed in white, and is graceful."

As for the red hair or something...

It's even more.

Qin Lang has been groping in his sister's arms since he was a child, and he doesn't know if he has hair?

"Anyway... No, speaking of Qin Shaoxia, can you stop making fun of your old body all the time? ”

……

After a long time, the old storyteller finally couldn't stand it, he just told a story, how could there really be an immortal on the Tianshan Mountain?

But this Qin Shaoxia doesn't know why, he always can't get along with a storyteller.

Of course, the storyteller didn't know that Qin Lang was refuting the rumors for his senior sister, and Qin Lang didn't explain much, and asked the storyteller:

"Old man, every day is like this, can't you say something else?"

"Something else?"

The old storyteller sneered helplessly:

"I want to say, how can anyone write it?"

"Nobody wrote?"

Isn't Qin a human?

So after coming and going, Qin Lang simply took the initiative to ask Ying and wrote two books for the old man by himself.

As a result, he wrote it the first day, and the old man who told the story the next day was grateful:

"Qin Shaoxia! The "Legend of Luo Bing" and "Young Man Abin" you wrote are really amazing! The old body has never earned as much as 30 yuan in a day in his life! ”

Only thirty Wen?

Congwen really has no future, but fortunately he didn't choose to take the road of copying the text...

Qin Lang thought about it for a while, and immediately picked up the pen and wrote another story for him.

"Tut-tut..."

The old man watched Qin Lang's pen walking snake and gold hook iron painting on the side, and couldn't help but smack his tongue and praise:

"This word is written so well and so quickly, the young man is really both civil and military!"

"Indeed."

For the storyteller's praise, Qin Lang didn't feel ashamed at all.

Because as early as when she was in the Tianshan Mountains, in order to cultivate Qin Lang's heart, a certain senior sister forced Qin Lang to practice calligraphy since she was a child.

As a supervision, if Qin Lang can't write a "Sister and Brother Fu" in the half-pillar incense every day, the senior sister will write a [positive] character on Qin Lang's abdominal muscles or chest to warn him to be in a positive mood.

……

"Senior sister, is this okay?"

"No, use some force! Seeing the words and seeing the heart, the man's words, no matter how fast he writes, he must stabilize the pen. ”

"So what?"

"Push harder..."

"And now?"

"Forcefully..."

"So?"

"Well, again... Hurry up..."

“？ Senior sister, why is your face so red? ”

……

In this way, under the personal supervision of his senior sister, although Qin Lang did not understand poetry and songs, he was forced to practice a fast and good calligraphy.

I thought it would be useless in this life, but who knew that writing a small talk book now would show off.

"Oh, take it."

"Thank you, Qin Shaoxia!"

"Also, your way of telling stories can be improved."

"Please tell me more about it!"

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(There are more today, a chapter is split into two chapters, to avoid reading fatigue, one article is the most favorite fan~)