Next to the fork in the road, Xu Wen, who had white hair and a shawl, a long beard and a chest-length beard, who had regained his previous elegance, waved his hand and smiled: "Ziming, send you a thousand miles, there will be a farewell, you and I will meet again." ”

Zhao Ziming arched his hand with a solemn expression: "Sir, take care." He understood that when Mr. left this time, he was hidden between the mountains and rivers, and he had become a secret with himself forever, and there was no time to meet again.

Xu Wen lifted the burden on his shoulders, laughed a few times, and walked towards the intersection on the left, and after a while, the figure disappeared at the end of the road.

Zhao Ziming sighed a little lonely, touched the ground on his toes, jumped on the horse's back lightly, and galloped to the intersection on the right.

After the establishment of the Li family, Yulin Mansion was changed to Yuhua Mansion, and Yulin County is now renamed Yuhua County.

The southwest corner of the county town is the intersection of the slum and the aristocracy, with both high-rise buildings and low-rise bungalows, ragged and unkempt beggars on the roadside, and well-dressed merchants on the road.

Because of this layout, this place has become the most chaotic area in Yuhua City, where many large and small gangs are entrenched here, and all kinds of characters from three religions and nine streams are constantly coming and going.

In a very remote and narrow alley, a figure walked forward slowly. He was dressed in white, slender in stature, wearing a hat with a black veil around it, covering his face, and carrying a long cloth bag on his back.

Behind him, a black horse with no variegated body was slowly followed, but it was very strange that he was not wearing a halter saddle or other things.

The black horse snorted, his big clear eyes constantly scanning the dark corners on both sides of the alley, and the sound of hooves, which had been vague, gradually became clear and audible.

Only six or seven zhang away from the exit of the alley, the man in white stepped out, his feet had not yet landed, and there was a swishing sound of breaking wind on the left and right sides at the same time, and several feathered arrows shot at the same time.

Suddenly attacked, the man in white did not see any panic, and walked as usual, but the right hand hanging by his side flipped and bounced several times like lightning.

A few wisps of breath that ordinary people couldn't sense flew out from his fingertips, blowing the arrows like the wind, and the flight trajectory of those arrows immediately shifted slightly, passing by the man in white by a millimeter.

In the dark corners of the alleys, there was a rude shouting and scolding, and some people were blaming the archers for their poor accuracy. How did they know that no matter how good the archers were, they would never be able to hurt the man in white.

Seeing that the sneak attack failed, the people hiding in the shadows appeared one after another, some jumped from the wall, some ran out from the street corner, and some pushed open the gate and jumped out of the private houses on the side, one by one holding swords, blocking the alleyway in front of and behind the white-clothed man tightly.

The man in white stopped and said lightly: "Get out, I don't want to kill." ”

The black horse behind him was visibly excited, its big eyes full of anthropomorphic excitement, and one front hoof clattered the ground, as if it was about to rush towards those who surrounded it in the next moment.

A black-faced man seemed to be the head of the besieged person, he took two steps forward, looked the man in white up and down, and said with a cruel smile: "Boy, the tone is very crazy, look at your outfit, you don't look like a poor ghost, you have been short of money recently, how about it? Filial piety and some silver for the master to spend? Don't think about doing it, I have seen a lot of rich boys like you, my brothers are a little ignorant, if you remove any part of your body, your father and mother will have to cry to death." ”

As soon as the black-faced man finished speaking, everyone around him burst into laughter, as if he had seen the scene he said.

And according to past experience, the fat sheep in front of him will definitely rise up to resist, and then be beaten by them fiercely, and finally kneel on the ground and beg for mercy, obediently offering silver taels.

It's just that the man in white they are robbing now is not the young and frivolous boy who came alone to "eliminate harm for the people" in order to gain a little fame.

This person is Zhao Ziming, he listened to the words of the black-faced man, looked back at the eager black horse, and said in a changed tone: "I have no money, only one horse." ”

Although the black-faced man is not high in martial arts, he still has a look in his eyes, and he can see that the black horse is a rare good horse, and he is ecstatic in his heart, but he deliberately shows a fierce look, "You kid really has no money? This horse alone can't buy your life." ”

Zhao Ziming's tone was still very calm, and he couldn't hear any panic, not like he was being robbed at all, or rather, he didn't put the robber in his eyes, "It's very expensive." ”

The black-faced man was obsessed with money, and he didn't find anything abnormal, and naturally thought that the little white face in front of him was already afraid, waved his hand, and motioned for the two men to lead the horse, and said with a smile: "Although you kid is a soft egg, but you know the current affairs, you like it, so you will be spared the pain of flesh and skin, get out!"

Zhao Ziming muttered in a low voice: "My horse is not something that anyone can subdue. ”

When the words fell, only a strong horse neighing was heard, and a terrible scream sounded in the alley, and the two men with black faces who were responsible for leading the horses flew high into the sky.

The black horse spewed out a wisp of white gas from its nose, moved under its feet, and its four hooves were windy, bypassing Zhao Ziming and crashing straight into the black-faced man.

A moment later, the figures of Zhao Ziming and the black horse disappeared around the corner, and in the alley behind them, the more than 20 guys who blocked the road and robbed, including the black-faced man, rolled into gourds all over the ground, wailing and wailing.

This is because they only wanted to rob money before, and they didn't show murderous intent. Otherwise, Zhao Ziming would not restrain the dark horse and order it not to kill. In that case, whether these people will survive or not depends on luck.

Zhao Ziming walked through three lanes, turned a corner, came to a low bungalow area, looked over room by room, and when he saw a bungalow with wooden boards, he reached forward and knocked on the door.

"Who?"

After a while, an impatient voice came from the room, and then the door opened a crack, and a young man with triangular eyes poked his head out, "The steward is not here today, you have something to do and come back tomorrow." ”

"Oh?" Zhao Ziming unhurriedly took out a silver ticket from his arms, "I'm going to see him now." ”

The young man with the triangular eyes saw the face value of the silver ticket clearly, one thousand taels, and suddenly a spirit, brushed the ground and opened the door, and said with a smile on his face: "Master, please come into the house and sit, wait a while, the little one will go and call the steward." ”

Such a large amount of business is rare, and the young man with the triangle eye welcomed Zhao Ziming into the house, made tea for him, and hurried away through the back door. After a while, a young man who looked a few years older than him and was dressed in a gray robe was brought in.

The gray-shirted young man stared at Zhao Ziming for a moment, then clenched his fists and said, "Your Excellency can find this place, it must not be the first time to trade with our Tianjimen, dare to ask Your Excellency what kind of information you want to inquire?"

Tianjimen, when it comes to mystery and horror, looking at the entire land of the four mansions that originally belonged to Dali, it is also one of the best. This sect specializes in selling news, and it is rumored that as long as there is money, there is no information that they cannot provide.

Tianjimen does not have a fixed mountain gate address, and the headquarters and branches at all levels exist in a mobile form, so even though its tentacles are widespread, few people can find out the specific situation of this sect.

There have been some large forces that have suffered heavy losses due to the intelligence sold by Tianjimen, and they have been angry and angry, but in the end, they always end up falling apart due to various inexplicable reasons.

There are many such things, and over time, no force dares to attack the idea of Tianjimen, even if it suffers a loss, it can only pinch its nose and admit it.

The reason why Zhao Ziming knew about the stronghold of this Tianjimen was because when the Lone Wolf Gang was still alive, he and several deacons in the gang came here to trade once.

Zhao Ziming did not answer the words of the gray-shirted young man, but took out four silver tickets of one thousand taels from his arms, plus the one at the beginning, it was enough for five thousand taels.

These silver tickets are all the life savings of the medicine old monster, with a total of more than 300,000 taels, and what Zhao Ziming is taking out now is only a very small part.

Seeing this, the gray-shirted young man glanced at Zhao Ziming deeply, and said with a little respect: "Your Excellency is qualified to meet with the chief steward, but according to the rules of this sect, you will be charged 1,000 taels for the meeting." ”

The so-called qualifications and meeting fees are also the characteristics of Tianjimen. The level of eligibility depends on the amount of silver taels presented by the guest, and determines what level of boss the guest can trade with.

The meeting fee is a silver tael that a guest must pay to the lower level boss when he wants to meet the boss of the next level through the boss of the next level, which is similar to the hardship fee.

Half an hour later, outside a two-story attic in the east of Yuhua County, a gray-shirted young man knocked on the door at a specific frequency, turned his head and said to Zhao Ziming: "I can only send Your Excellency here." ”

Zhao Ziming understood, and the silver ticket between his fingers flew lightly in front of the gray-shirted young man and was held by him.

The door creaked open, and a sweet-looking maid walked out, without looking at the gray-shirted youth, and bowed to Zhao Ziming, "Childe, please come with me." ”

went up to the second floor of the attic and saw the chief steward of Tianjimen, Zhao Ziming didn't talk nonsense, took out 50,000 taels of silver tickets and slapped them on the table, indicating that he wanted to see the next level of character.

So, after spending another two thousand taels of meeting money, Zhao Ziming followed the chief steward out of the county town and entered a manor dozens of miles away from the city.

This time, Zhao Ziming was met by a middle-aged fat man, with a big belly, wearing a harlequin mask in the play, and after beckoning Zhao Ziming to sit down, he lay back in the Taishi chair leisurely, and ten white radish-shaped fingers rhythmically clicked on the armrests on both sides of the chair.

The middle-aged fat man got the report of his subordinates in advance, and he was afraid that Zhao Ziming would also take out the silver ticket and ask to see the next level, so he ended his secret look at him and said: "Contemptible people know everything, Xi is the deputy master of the door, the guest may not know yet, the master of the door has never seen the guest, and all the affairs are handled by me and the three deputy masters, so what the guests want to know, you can ask now." ”