1.

Li Xiaoqian and I asked around for news about Qubi Pavilion. However, Qubi Pavilion is as mysterious as a shadow.

The streets are full of books with the words "Fun Pen Pavilion" printed on them, but they can't find out where the real location of Fun Pen Pavilion really is.

I grabbed a book vendor with a Jiurou sword in one hand and a book printed with the words Qubi Pavilion in the other, and said, "Where did this come from?"

The peddler trembled and said, "I, I sold it from the Erlang Temple in the east of the city." ”

Could it be that Qubi Pavilion is in Erlang Temple?

However, the peddler said: "Every five and ten days of the month, when the time is ugly, there will be a black-faced man in the Erlang Temple in the east of the city, pulling a cart full of books and distributing them there. ”

Distribute?

I asked, "Don't you want money for these books?"

The peddler said, "I don't want any money, it's all for free." ”

Li Xiaoqian and I glanced at each other, both at a loss. I secretly wondered, could it be that the people in this Qubi Pavilion are losing money and making money, so many books are actually given away for free, what are they trying to do by doing this?

Li Xiaoqian asked, "Then how do they make a profit?"

The peddler smiled, he picked up a book and flipped to the last page, and said, "Two masters, please look here." ”

Li Xiaoqian and I looked at the place where he pointed at the same time, and saw two lines of small characters written on the slightly yellowed paper.

"Spring flowers are full of red sleeves, and the wind and moon are beautiful. ”

"Kill Li Jiafang in all directions, four or two thousand catties!"

I asked, "What does this mean?"

The peddler said, "The two old men may have come from other places, right?"

I nodded and said, "Yes." ”

"No wonder," said the vendor, said. The Red Sleeve Pavilion and the Li Family Gambling House mentioned in these two sentences are famous Qinglou and Gambling Houses in Jiangxi, and the two of them paid for the printing of books for the Qubi Pavilion, and their profits are many times higher than those of us who work hard to sell books. As he spoke, his eyes were full of greed and envy.

Li Xiaoqian let out a long sigh: "Damn! This operation is too modern! I really want to go to this Qubi Pavilion!"

I asked, "What day is it?"

Li Xiaoqian thought for a moment, suddenly his eyes lit up, and he shouted: "Today is the fifth day of the new year!

The peddler looked at the two of us and asked cautiously, "Could it be ...... The two old men are also here to sell books?"

I glared at him, he hurriedly shrank his head back, and I said, "I don't sell books!"

2.

Late at night. The time has just passed.

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Five miles outside Yongxin City, there is a long-abandoned ruined temple, and the temple enshrines a giant statue of Erlang God. Due to disrepair, the two right arms have different defects in Chengdu, and the statue of Lang Junshen, which was originally handsome and dignified, has become a monster with a head and face, missing arms and legs.

Although it is late at night, although it is the dilapidated Erlang Temple in the wilderness,

The entrance is more lively than the street market in the town.

Booksellers from all over the world gathered and waited, all looking expectant and anxious.

"I've heard that the sermon has a third volume?" said a tall bookseller.

"Not really. A few days ago, I saw a young disciple of the Kucang Sect hawking on the street!" said a short bookseller.

"What are you still selling?" said a fat bookseller.

"What do you sell if you don't sell?" asked a thin bookseller.

The tall, short, fat and thin four people formed a circle, only to hear the fat man say: "On the thirtieth of last month, I came a little late, and found more than a dozen stacks of knives under the ox cart that no one wanted, and the black face said that it was newly printed, I don't know what the sales will be." I thought to myself, it's so easy to come here, I can't go home empty-handed. I took all the swords. Unexpectedly, this knife book is quite popular in the market, hundreds of copies of the knife book, it only took two days to sell out. This time I came, I just want to take more knives back, and if I continue like this, within a few months, Lao Tzu will be sent. ”

When everyone heard this, they were all surprised.

The tall man asked, "What kind of knife book is so popular?"

The fat man said, "It's called the Dragon God Sword Method!"

Dragon God Sword Technique?

How does this name sound familiar?

I thought. Li Xiaoqian, who was originally sitting cross-legged on the ground, suddenly jumped up and shouted in a low voice: "Damn! They have pirated the martial arts cheats of the Dragon and Tiger Gang!"

I shuddered.

Because, this thing sounds simply appalling.

In this Jianghu, even in an insignificant sect, they will regard the martial arts secrets of their sect as a treasure, not to mention that they are sold on the street in such a recognized way, even if someone wants to take a sneak peek, it is absolutely impossible.

However, such a thing was really said in the mouth of the fat man.

I asked Li Xiaoqian: "Is that cheat really the cheats of the Dragon and Tiger Gang?"

I think of Zhou Wang'an's reckless character who was as anxious as a thunderbolt, if he knew, someone would have copied his sect's knife skills and sold them in the market without any taboos, and a copy was only a few copper plates, I don't know how that reckless man would react.

Thinking about it, I was looking forward to it.

"What do you think?" Li Xiaoqian shook his hand in front of me and said, "My eyes are straight, I don't think about good things." ”

I said, "What would happen if Zhou Wangan found out about this?"

Li Xiaoqian said: "Then don't you burn the Qubi Pavilion to ashes!" As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly lit up and said, "Good idea, let's tell Zhou Wang'an!"

I was puzzled and asked, "What did you tell Zhou Wang'an to do?"

Li Xiaoqian rolled his eyes and said, "I thought you understood!"

I said, "I don't understand. ”

Li Xiaoqian said: "We passed the news to Zhou Wang'an, and let Zhou Wang'an come to Pingqu Pen Pavilion." All we have to do is follow him,

Let's steal the beam and change the pillar, and say that his credit is our credit, and we can also sell favors to Situ Qingchen. ”

I was a little apprehensive and asked, "Is this possible?"

Li Xiaoqian snapped his fingers and said confidently: "It is absolutely feasible." ”

"Moo~"

A cow barked in the distance, and the bookseller, who was still talking about it, closed his mouth at the same time, and all his eyes brushed in unison to look in the direction from which the cow moo sounded.

Li Xiaoqian stared at the direction that the old cow was coming from and asked, "Why is there only one cow pulling the cart?"

I took a closer look, and sure enough, it was as Li Xiaoqian said. A hundred meters away, an old cow could be seen shaking its head, pulling a bulky ox cart, and slowly moving forward.

There was no one in the car, only the shadow of the bulging edges and corners towering high on the frame, swaying, dragging the old cow's steps, making its originally heavy and slow steps even heavier and slower.

What about people?

Didn't you say that there was a man with a black face who came with an ox cart?

It seemed like a long time before the ox cart was about fifty meters away from us.

I still only see an old cow, pulling the heavy frame, step by step, step by step. Looking at it from afar, I couldn't help but sweat for the old cow, lest the towering books on the frame would tip over at any time, and the cart and the cow would fall to the ground.

I'm worried about the old cow. Suddenly, a snow-white light and shadow flashed where the cow was connected to the frame.

I rubbed my eyes, and the old cow was still pulling the heavy frame and moving slowly.

"Did you see that?" I asked Li Xiaoqian.

Li Xiaoqian's expression was unusually solemn, he nodded, and said, "I saw it." ”

I asked, "What's that?"

Li Xiaoqian shook his head and said, "I've never seen it." ”

I said, "It feels like some kind of hidden weapon, flashing there." ”

What kind of secret weapon?

I suddenly thought of the moon bow, the bow that bent like the moon, and the arrows it shot would flash in the blink of an eye, just like Fang Cai.

The old cow is already twenty meters away from us. Under the moonlight, Lao Niu's demeanor had gradually become clear, and behind it was a mountain of books.

Also, the snowy light between the old cow and the frame flickered like a star in the sky.

"What is it?" I felt nervous. I can already be sure that it was not the Moon Bow! no bow would shoot arrows in the same place, flickering endlessly.

Li Xiaoqian did not speak.

Because, the old cow is less than ten meters away from us.

I don't speak anymore either.

Because, I could already see the flickering white shadow, which turned out to be the teeth of the black-faced man. He was dressed in black, with a black turban over his head, and his swarthy face blended perfectly into the night. Only his row of snow-white teeth...... It seems to be stuffed with something east

West, he picked one hand at the side of his mouth, his lips squirmed for a moment, and then he showed a row of teeth and picked again, and so on, the teeth reflected the moonlight, and from a distance, it looked like starlight through the mist, shining and shining.

"You can come and get the book!" he said, jumping out of the bullock cart and speaking in a very strange accent I had never heard before. It can be said that since childhood, he has traveled south and north, and he has only heard of this in his life.

Li Xiaoqian actually opened his mouth and scolded: "Nima, there is still an African old black in this dynasty!"

I asked, "What is the African Black?"

Li Xiaoqian pointed to the black face and white teeth and said, "This is the old black of Africa!"

3.

In less than an hour. The ox cart was carried by a group of booksellers.

They loaded the books into their wagons, and a few of the booksellers, who were slightly shabby, did not have a wagon, so they simply stuffed as many books into the baskets as they could, until they were too full to fit any longer, and then they reluctantly left.

A bookseller with a basket on his back walked past me. As if stepping on something, he shook his shoulders and rolled a few books from the frame to the ground. He tried his best to bend down to pick it up, but the basket full of books on his back did not allow him to tilt half an inch, so he had to look at the books on the ground with regret, shook his head and left.

I stepped forward, picked up the book on the ground, patted the dirt on it, and glanced at the cover. Suddenly, I felt a thunderbolt fall from the sky and hit me above my head.

Because, the name of that book is called, Huya Swordsmanship!

(End of chapter)