MTL - Tomb Raider: Storytelling and Writing, The Mystic Nine is Confused-Chapter 39

This is absolutely unusual.

The shopkeeper looked tangled, and then said with a bit of hesitation.

"I heard they wanted to kidnap a storyteller last night."

"But it turned out like this when I came back for some reason."

"Mr. Storyteller?"

Xie Jiuyi was shocked.

Could it be the one he thought?

If their goal is really that one, then all this is really forgivable.

Although he had never seen with his own eyes how powerful the storyteller was.

But he knew exactly what happened to him.

Is such a person easy to deal with?

The shopkeeper, looking at his expression, asked in a low voice.

"Ninth Master, do we want to take action? Help them?"

Xie Jiu smiled.

"Help them?"

"These people are courting their own death, so why should we drag ourselves into the water?"

After talking about Xie Jiu, he opened the drawer and found a list from it.

"Those people are already unreliable, go and contact these people."

Regardless of whether Mr. Zhang will take revenge on those six families, what they have done today has disappointed many people.

I'm afraid their reputation will plummet in the future.

I am afraid that there will be fewer and fewer people who are willing to cooperate with them in the future.

In this case, he might as well close his hands and switch to other partners as soon as possible.

"Ah?!" The shopkeeper's face was stunned.

These families can be said to have cooperated with them for a long time.

It was a pleasure to get along with before.

Unexpectedly, Jiuye gave up on them this time.

Who is that storyteller?

It has such great ability.

"Okay, hurry up."

After speaking, Xie Jiuxiang thought of something and warned him.

"If those families come to the door for help, find a reason to get rid of them."

"Remember not to have anything to do with them in the future."

Xie Jiu's eyes were full of wisdom.

He had a hunch that Mr. Zhang was not an ordinary person.

There will be many people who will curry favor with him in the future.

At that time, even if he doesn't speak himself, those who want to curry favor with him will probably run over these guys.

Rather than wait until then and start looking for a new partner, start looking now.

…

"What did you say?! Guanshan Taibao still has a descendant alive?"

Behind Changsheng Mountain, in a thatched hut.

Two old people are sitting on a futon.

One of them couldn't help exclaiming.

"How is this possible, Guanshan Taibao should have long since disappeared."

"Perhaps they are not extinct, but have become secluded just like you."

The old man with white beard and hair, holding a smoking gun, would bring a sip to his lips from time to time.

A pair of eyes narrowed slightly, as if thinking about something?

These two are none other than the old boss of the Xieling faction and Zhang Sanlian, who has been living in seclusion.

The two are discussing what happened last night.

ps: Ask for flowers! Ask for a ticket! Please look at my QAQ! ! The data is sloppy, is anyone still watching? It's on the shelves now, I'm so guilty! ! .

Chapter 57: The Silk Book Offered (Need Evaluation Ticket)

The old man turned his gaze to Zhang Sanchain.

Thoughtful way.

"Brother Zhang, do you know the storyteller Mr. Zhang?"

Zhang Sanchain shook his head, and his heart was full of doubts.

He was active decades ago.

Logically speaking, it is impossible for Zhang Chen to know about him.

But he finished his story and told it to everyone.

"This young man is really amazing now."

"I don't know where he came to know about me. Even the incompetent disciples in my name, he actually knows it clearly."

The old man laughed, and stopped smoking cigarettes.

As he spoke, he shook his head.

"If your few disciples are really incompetent, wouldn't that kid in my family be even more useless?"

Zhang San Chain said, "You, you just can't let it go."

"I think the kid in Xiaolou is pretty good."

"Proficient in all kinds of utensils in Xieling, with excellent eyesight, able to see mud marks, recognize grass colors, search for hidden treasures, first-class eloquence, and good at formulaic words."

"Even the cultures of various dynasties are at your fingertips."

"Reading a lot of books and proficient in ancient writing, his ability is also considered unique among the group of thieves."

"He's too arrogant."

The old man tapped his head and took a few puffs of dry cigarettes in silence.

He couldn't help but say, "Sometimes being too proud is not a good thing. He lacks composure, and he does things too aggressively."

"If he can have half the stability of that Mr. Zhang, I can be relieved."

Zhang San Chain smiled and shook his head.

"I think you are too greedy."

"Let's not talk about Mr. Zhang's ability, but his aura is enough to amaze many people."

"The child in Yulou was originally excellent. If he has such a bearing, I'm afraid it will not be a good thing."

The old man nodded silently and stopped talking.

Some things are determined by the surrounding environment.

They have three generations of robbers. In this chaotic world, Xieling controls all the warlords and bandits in Sanxiang and Sishui.

There are more than a hundred thousand thieves in the Xieling group, and many of them are capable and different.

These people are absolutely convinced of Chen Yulou.

Under such circumstances, he is like a soil emperor, stomping his feet casually, the entire green forest will be shaken three times.

If this is the case, he will not be a bit arrogant and old, but he will feel that he cannot be on the stage.

"Brother Zhang, anyway, the matter of Xieling has been handed over to Yulou. Let's go to the capital for a walk, just to see how many brushes this famous storyteller has."

"You're still not convinced." Zhang Sanxian shook his head.

"These people out there spread the magic of him. No matter how you look at it, there is some moisture in it. I want to see with my own eyes to see if there really is such a person in the world who doesn't leave home but knows the world's affairs."

…

Noon, Crescent Hotel.

Zhang Chen was sitting by the window of his room, looking at the things Feng Shigu handed over, obviously startled.

"What is this?"

"Lord, this was sent by those people last night, saying it was used to make amends."

Feng Shigu lowered his head and spoke word by word, like an emotionless machine.

Zhang Chen took those things from his hands, but after a closer look, he found that it turned out to be a silk book.

This silk book is very old, and there are still some spots on it covered by stains.

He frowned, carefully identifying the contents of the thin book.

I was surprised after watching it.

What was recorded in this book turned out to be the secret of the Dragon Bone Book.

"Good thing, who sent this?"

"I don't know." Feng Shigu answered in a low voice with his head lowered.

Zhang Chen raised his eyebrows slightly and handed the silk book back to Feng Shigu again.

"Take it to Miss Yin and tell him it's something to participate in the next auction."

"Yes." Feng Shigu answered honestly.

…

"What do you say this is what Mr. Zhang sent for auction?"

Yin Xinyue held the silk book in her hand and observed it carefully, but she didn't see anything strange about it at all.

Looking at Boss Yin next to her actions, her heart is bleeding.

"Hey, my little ancestor." The shop owner hurriedly took back the blog in her hand.

"This thing is precious, don't break it."

I saw him carefully retrieve the silk book, then turned to Ting Nu behind him and said, "Quickly find a wooden box."

The value of ancient silk books is much higher than that of antiques.

Today, many clues to ancient tombs are found in ancient silk books.

If such a silk book appeared at the auction, many people would be crazy about him.

Compared with Boss Yin, Yin Xinyue was obviously not interested in the silk book.

"It's just a silk book, whether you can find it or not is another matter."

Yin Xinyue rolled her eyes.

There are thousands of silk books in the world, and there are few people who may be able to understand what is written on the silk books.

Even if this thing is sold, I am afraid that few people can understand it.

"What do you know."

Boss Yin couldn't help but reached out and poked Yin Xinyue's forehead.