Where there are people, there are transactions. Even the knights who roam the world and claim to be free and unfettered always have to deal with it was for a meal or a few taels of silver, and sometimes it was for a suitable weapon. Although precious swords and famous knives are always considered a superior and laudable gift to others, giving a sword as a gift to a hero is an inevitable plot in all chivalrous stories. However, if no one buys and sells, wouldn’t the blacksmiths lose their source of livelihood? It is said that most of the magical weapons that the goldsmith made in his lifetime were sold, and not given as gifts to heroes as everyone thought. Even the world's greatest swordsmith who regards his work as his child thinks so, so buying and selling weapons can only be shameful and limited. Lengmiansheng is one of those profit-seeking brokers who roams the martial arts world and is looked down upon by the heroes. The only difference between him and others is that others sell weapons and pills, while Leng Miansheng introduces various kinds of force to customers. He introduced various kinds of killers to others and also introduced many businesses to the killers. Therefore, some people say that half of the vendettas in the underworld were introduced or instigated by him. Lengmiansheng is such a ruthless character that people hate talking about him, but people can't sleep if they think about him. At this moment, Ren Qi, under the leadership of Xiang Guang, was going to find this vicious broker.
"That bastard gave me eighty bucks." Xiang Guang was indignant, "Just for this little money, I came here, and it's not even enough for the travel expenses." "If you kill me, maybe you can serve the court again?" Ren Qi glanced at him. "Of course I..." Xiang Guang forced a smile and whispered, "In fact, as long as you are willing, just wave your hand and plant a flag somewhere, no matter if they are old subordinates in Yujing or those who admire you, they will all come to you and follow your lead." Ren Qi smiled, "Just like you?" "Of course it's different!" Xiang Guang said seriously: "They only know how to curry favor with the powerful, but I really admire and love you! Your demeanor and spirit will be unforgettable to me once I see them. Your respect for me, Your Excellency, can truly be described as…" "okay!" Ren Qi interrupted him coldly, "We are not in the Forbidden Palace now, you can keep those flattering words to yourself." "Yes." Xiang Guang paused and slowly began to talk about the things related to the cold-faced guest. “That bastard must have found at least a few hundred people. Most of the horsemen in that group just now came from Hedong, and there were also some grassland people mixed in. Anyway, it was a mixed bag. In addition to us, the people he recruited with the help of the lamas, he also brought nearly 50 people with him. They seemed to be his personal guards. They were all tall and strong, equipped with fine iron swords, and they all looked like experts. " "Master?" Ren Qi sneered, "Doesn't that just prove that I didn't find the wrong person?" "But actually." Xiang Guang whispered, "Sir, if we want to go to the Immortal Palace, we don't need to go through Leng Miansheng's hands. After all, that guy is really dangerous."
"Do you think that the immortals are there and we can just go get them if we see them?" Ren Qi sneered, "The Immortal Palace? In my opinion, it's just a bunch of messy people who don't dare to face death. Immortality? For these people who are like rotten wood, they look good on the outside, but they are actually rotten and smelly on the inside. Isn't it a torture for them to live one more day in this world?" "Your Excellency is absolutely right." Xiang Guang nodded repeatedly. Zhao Qian, on the other hand, put forward her own opinion, "After all, they are called immortal masters by others. Many people worship and respect them as immortals. Would such people be associated with rotten wood?" "Why do you think others regard them as immortals?" Ren Qi was even more disdainful, "Isn't it because their lifespan is longer than others?" "I think that living a hundred years is a good thing." Xiang Guang tried to keep his voice low. Zhao Qian also deeply felt the same way. After all, living as long as the Southern Mountains is the best wish for a person. “For an ordinary person, living to be a hundred years old may not be a bad thing. Although he is limited by the weakening of his body functions, his legs and feet are getting slower, his eyes are not seeing clearly, and his tongue’s perception of taste is becoming weaker and weaker, he is still alive, isn’t he? Every day he lives in this world is a blessing, because life does not have much specific meaning to him. For a cultivator or a Qi cultivator, living to over a hundred years old is not a difficult thing. But if at this age he has done things that are worse than those who died in their fifties or sixties, or if there is no difference at all, wouldn't that make him seem incompetent and stupid? How is such a person different from a tortoise if he lives so long? Is it true that people are great only because they live long? Zhao Qian was stunned, thinking, "But Peng Zu was revered and worshipped precisely because he lived a long life. It is said that he lived for 800 years." "Besides the fact that he lived to be eight hundred years old and was often entertained by the emperor, was there anything else he was praised for?" When Ren Qi asked this, Zhao Qian was stunned. Because she really couldn't think of any other deeds of Peng Zu, except his health-preserving method that was sought after by the world. Ren Qi ignored her and continued, "Following my friends, I have gained a lot of knowledge. I have seen things that I didn't believe in or had never seen before. However, precisely because I have seen so many things, I feel that the so-called sacredness and immortals are nothing more than something different from us. They always say that mortals are insects that are born in a morning and die in a evening, and they don't know the beginning or the end of time. However, these people live for a hundred or several hundred years and still have to fight with us with swords. What we have not accomplished, they cannot do either. What we have done, they have only done almost the same. So, isn't this so-called longevity just something superfluous?" "Sir, your words are even more thought-provoking." Xiang Guang said seriously. Even Zhao Qian couldn't help but lower her head and think. She was thinking about the meaning of Ren Qi's words, and seemed to be very serious. She murmured, "If everyone understood this truth, and did more things in their limited lives instead of pursuing a long life, perhaps Xiandu would not exist at all." "There are always bedbugs in the world." After Ren Qi finished speaking, he kicked the horse's belly with his legs, and the horse staggered and started running again. This also urged Xiang Guang to move forward. He knew his boss's temper. Slowing down and talking for a while just now had exhausted his patience for the day. If I don't bring him to Leng Miansheng quickly, I'm afraid I will be chopped to death by Ren Qi. So Xiang Guang just kept urging the horse.
Fortunately, Leng Miansheng had settled down, and the place where everyone gathered was only ten miles away from here, not far away. Soon they saw the lonely hut on the snowy field, with woods all around it. It is not difficult to imagine that at this time there were probably quite a few people hiding in the woods, waiting for them to arrive. After all, most of the riders in the previous team survived, enough for Leng Miansheng to receive the message. Even though he had sensed this situation, Ren Qi ignored them. He did not slow down at all, but urged the horse forward. Soon they arrived in front of the hut. The aroma of wine and meat and the heat of the air emanated from inside. "This guy is so arrogant. He was eating meat and drinking wine while waiting for us." Xiang Guang was indignant. "I think he's very polite." Ren Qi dismounted, "After all, he prepared wine and meat to entertain us." Zhao Qian and Xiang Guang looked at each other, and seeing Ren Qiyi take the lead to lift the curtain and go in, they could only follow behind. The furnishings in the room were very simple, with only a table, a few stools, and a copper pot on a charcoal stove. Almost brown broth was bubbling inside, emitting white smoke. The cold-faced man looks no different from the scholars of the old days. He wears a long gown, is fair-skinned, thin, and has a graceful appearance. In the past, this was the most classic image of a young man in folk art and gossip. With his appearance, it is hard to associate him with the cruel, profit-seeking brokers in the underworld. Behind him stood four swordsmen, each of them looked extremely fierce, with hostility flashing in their eyes. Combined with his cold-faced image and job, he is more like a strategist from the Warring States Period. Ren Qi didn't greet him, but just saw a few sets of bowls and chopsticks on the table and sat down without any courtesy. The cold-faced man didn't say anything, just smiled. Ren Qi reached his chopsticks into the pot and casually picked out a piece of tendon. He put it into his mouth and chewed it while it was smoking. He then took a sip of the cold wine on the side, poured it into his mouth, and pushed the meat down, his throat moving. Xiang Guang felt a chill in his heart when he saw this scene. He didn't know whether the wine and meat were poisonous. Ren Qi just started eating and drinking there. Zhao Qian followed suit and took a pair of bowls and chopsticks, picked up a piece of vegetable and dipped it in the bowl, then ate it while it was raw. Gradually, as Ren Qi's chopsticks kept moving, Xiang Guang no longer cared whether the food was poisonous or not, and he also sat aside to eat. After a long while, after sweeping the pot clean, Ren Qi put down his bowl and chopsticks and wiped his mouth. "How many people did you find to deal with me?" "Does Commander Ren care about the number of people coming?" Lengmiansheng's voice was not deep, but had a unique magnetism. "Just a casual question." Ren Qi put the wine glass aside, and Xiang Guang immediately stood up, poured him wine respectfully, and then held the wine pot and refused to sit down. "He took my money, and now he's pouring you drinks." Lengmiansheng smiled, "If that's the case, then wouldn't I be paying for my misery?"
"You're just a toothman." Ren Qi spun his wine glass. “When someone gives you a hundred dollars, you usually take 60% of it first, and then bargain with the unlucky guy to squeeze some more money out of the stone, and then you are satisfied.” "he." Ren Qi was referring to Xiang Guang. "He only took such a small amount of money, but he rode his horse to kill me. He has done his duty by showing his knife. There is nothing to complain about." "I have no objection to what Commander Ren said." There is always a chill in Lengmiansheng's smile, which makes people believe that he would be better off not smiling. But he always wears that smile all the time. Obviously he is very polite, but it makes people feel disgusted. People don't want to get close to him, but instead feel particularly distant from him. "I have to go to Xiandu, and no one can stop me." "No matter where Commander Ren wants to go, no one dares to stop you." Leng Miansheng smiled and said, "Because I can't stop him, especially since Commander Ren has made great progress in martial arts. Even the legend of the Northern Martial Arts World, the Northern Spear Saint Bai Xiu, died in your hands. There are probably only a handful of people in the world who can stop Commander Ren." "Three fingers? That's an exaggeration." Ren Qi snorted coldly, "There are many old monsters in the Forbidden Palace." "But this isn't the Imperial Palace, is it?" "That's right, so no one can stop me here." When Lengmiansheng heard the arrogant and disrespectful remarks, he was not angry, but just opened the fan with a snap. The white paper fan he was holding was painted with a scene of two swordsmen fighting. As the fan slowly unfolded, it looked quite lifelike, like a comic strip. "Good painting." Ren Qi said. "This was painted by a Western painter. I gave him sixty silver dollars and he painted it for three days." "worth." Ren Qi nodded and said, "The movements on this fan imply sword principles and are consistent with the movement and structure of the human body. Westerners' ideas on martial arts are clearer and more powerful than ours. It is much better than those half-baked masters' vague and roundabout ways of talking, always hiding things and not being straightforward. As for the Western way of thinking, at least it can make people understand and teach real things.” "Who says it's not?" Lengmiansheng smiled and said, "I worshipped a master and put in a lot of effort, but after three years of practice, I could only do horse stance and standing still. Three years later, he only taught me three tricks to serve tea and water, and they were all the same over and over again.” "So you stopped practicing martial arts later?" Lengmiansheng held the fan in his hand and said calmly: “I won’t practice anymore, maybe I can’t concentrate, or maybe I’m not talented enough and I met someone careless. Anyway, I finally understood that instead of practicing it myself, it would be better to wait for others to practice it and then ask them to use it for me." "You are a smart man."
Ren Qi sneered, "Instead of practicing by yourself, why not ask others to practice? Just like those nobles don't need to practice martial arts themselves, they just need to give orders. Once they give the order, our masters will run like dogs, just for their orders." "Alas, isn't it just for a few pieces of silver that people live for?" Lengmiansheng couldn't help shaking his head, "A penny can make a hero fall." "That's why there are so many so-called heroes and ruffians gathered here." Ren Qi didn't need to look out the window to hear the footsteps in the woods outside. There were probably hundreds of people in total. Only Leng Miansheng can pull off such a large-scale event. You know, those famous sects often cannot gather so many people. "So you took the money and planned to do it to the end?" "of course." The cold-faced man showed a bright and warm smile, "This is my principle, I take money from people and help them get rid of disasters." (End of this chapter)