Myriad Paths

A big shot comparable to Dongcheng's head catcher?

Many trackers were murmuring in their hearts.

But Uncle Six didn't retreat either, so they didn't retreat either.

However, Uncle Liu laughed at this time: "Hahaha, I thought it was something. Zhang Caitou, Zhang Caitou, you should change your name to Zhang Zhutou!"

"Use your brain and think about it. What kind of happy event does that kind of big shot drive you to ask us? Can it be an ordinary thing? Besides, for a gang like ours, what is considered a happy event?" Uncle Liu said in a stern tone. asked rhetorically.

In fact, there is no need to ask questions, both parties know it.

If a big shot wants to attack the Paibo Gang, there is no need for these methods. He just casually orders the Paibo Gang not to get any jobs in the city from now on.

If there is no work, the only option is to starve to death.

But now, he instigated Zhang Caitou to come over and talk, deliberately making things like this, and then mentioned a happy event...

Obviously, the other party wanted Zhang Caitou to remind him, and at the same time he didn't want to make the matter a big deal.

"Okay, don't scare me. I don't care about your Paibo Gang's affairs. I'm just a pawn. Everyone knows that everyone has his own master. Anyway, I'll leave it here. If you don't tell the truth about the happy events of your Paibo Gang, , I'm afraid something is going to happen tonight!" Zhang Caitou stared with a fierce look on his face!

"I'd like to know what's going to happen."

At this time, everyone heard the voice of a young man.

Li Qi, already holding a saber wrapped in cloth and a willow branch wrapped around his waist, walked out.

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In the distance, there is a pleasure boat on the Li River.

What is very strange is that there are no women here. Although there is wine and meat on the table, there is no smell of makeup. They are all men in clean clothes and holding long swords hanging from their waists. They gather here in twos and threes to drink and eat meat. .

It looked like an ordinary banquet, and there wasn't even a dancing girl to add to the fun.

The two young men were drinking and sitting on the edge of the boat, looking at the river bank not far away.

"Look, there must be a quarrel over there. I don't know if Elder Bao's calculation is right. Is there really an ownerless gold in this place?" A young man said with some suspicion.

"This place? This is Lizhou City. The Dongcheng Wharf area is poor, but there is no guarantee that it will be Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon? How dare you look down on a place like Zhoucheng?" Another young man said with a smile.

"It's not that I'm arrogant. The main thing is that Elder Bao is an innate expert. How can his words be false?" said his companion.

The young man is still a little worried: "It is true that Elder Bao is an innate expert, but I heard that an innate expert only trains his five internal organs, not his brain, so wouldn't he not make mistakes?"

"Even if he made a mistake, it's not something you or I can comment on. You still don't know what he's capable of as a gold-seeking rat? Isn't that why we went out to have a lot of money?" His companions laughed at his unfounded worries.

"That's why I'm worried. I often walk by the river and my shoes don't get wet. Most of the treasures in this city are already owned. Now a magical weapon appears. I always feel a little uneasy. Ah." The young man was worried.

"Don't worry, come on, drink. Even if something happens, Elder Bao will be there to support you. What should you and I worry about? It's just a pity. The rules of the sect stipulate that you are not allowed to approach women when you go out. Otherwise..."

The two young men clinked glasses again, drank and chatted.

Downstairs from them, in the large private room on the third floor of the boat, a bald middle-aged man was controlling a small golden-haired mouse, making magic formulas in his hands and mumbling words.

I saw the golden-haired mouse making a squeaking sound after eating a piece of gold cake.

This middle-aged bald man held a golden-haired mouse and tasted it carefully.

"The golden energy is self-singing. It is water without roots, so it can release the golden energy..." He felt the feedback from the golden-haired mouse and said to himself.

"It's almost... the ownerless golden energy is nearby, and it's still wrapped with evil energy. Moreover, the golden energy has no owner. It's obvious that the owner is dead. He should have been washed down by the water after death, and was washed away by the people here. Did the tracker pick it up? Let’s test it out first, and if it’s really unowned, then take action directly.” He said to himself.

Although the gold-seeking rat showed that there was rootless water, the Trackers Gang also had rootless water, so it was still possible that they just picked up the sharp weapon.

An unowned weapon that can make the gold-seeking rat react is really pie in the sky. It might be a magic weapon that has reached a certain level!

Thinking of this, he glanced at the circle of disciples below.

Haha, a bunch of earthly things.

These are all disciples of the Boshan Sect.

The Boshan Sect is a martial arts sect that practices a set of martial arts techniques, but as most ordinary people know, they don't even know the true face of this world.

The levels recorded in their exercises are strength training, skin training, bone training, and then starting from the outside to the inside, training the internal organs.

When all five internal organs are refined, one can directly enter the ranks of innate warriors.

All disciples regard the innate warrior as their highest goal and believe that they are the first-class masters in the world.

However, the bald middle-aged man smiled mockingly.

Country place.

The so-called innateness in their mouth is nothing more than advanced martial arts.

Ninth grade is indeed considered a master, but it is far, far away from being "first-class in the world".

But it's normal. How can these mundane things compare with a person like him who has truly inherited the immortal family?

His Kung Fu is a serious Immortal Kung Fu. He has practiced it to the extreme. He can reach the seventh level and become a god who can fly in the sky and escape from the earth. He is countless times better than those whose lifelong goal is to be an "innate warrior". .

Even now, he is a ninth-grade master comparable to an "Innate Warrior". When it comes to using magic, he is even stronger than the head of the Boshan Sect.

However, now we still need to rely on the Boshan sect to earn some tacky stuff, so we have to go around two more times with these mundane things.

Just like now.

A ninth-grade magical weapon is worth more than a hundred gold. Moreover, in the ordinary world, it is difficult to buy it with money, and it usually costs a lot more.

Perhaps during the war between the Tang State and the Song State, the weapons of the fallen soldiers ended up here.

If it were a weapon from the Tang Dynasty...that's impossible. The owner would have been a captain or a flag officer during his lifetime.

Although this is a small official, there are only a few hundred in the Tang army.

It is said that every flag official is a master of high-quality products! And each of these people will be issued a weapon and armor that is equivalent to their own level.

The wealth of the Tang Dynasty is evident.

Feeling this, Elder Bao of the Boshan Sect once again cast his gaze into the distance.

If there is no movement there, then he will be ready to take action.

But a bunch of mud-legged trackers still dare to hide a ninth-grade weapon?

Simply looking for death!