Chapter 5 The fifth time three hundred thousand taels

Suddenly, a wretched man who was dressed gorgeously but looked like a mouse, walked in shyly, bowed and smiled apologetically from a distance, "Hi, Young Master." Leng Qiuhun's complexion sank, he walked over with his hands behind his back, frowned and said, "Cheng San, are you also here?" Cheng San bent down and said, "How dare a villain come in at will, it's just..." He squinted his eyes and smiled, and said in a low voice: "Last night, there was a rich customer who spent 30,000 yuan with Xiao Cui in one night. When the villain heard about his hands, his hands were itchy, so he brought it for the young master."

Leng Qiuhun said: "Oh! Who is it?" Cheng Sandao: "My surname is Zhang, and my name is Zhang Xiaolin." Leng Qiuhun muttered, "Zhang Xiaolin, this name is very strange." Cheng Sandao: "I heard that he rarely enters the customs, so..." Leng Qiuhun said in a deep voice: "Who are the people who gamble in this place? You should know that even if a person with no background wants to lose money, others will not agree." Cheng San smiled and said: "Young master, don't worry, if you have no history, how dare you bring it here... This customer Zhang is the largest ginseng merchant in Changbai Mountain. This time, he came to Jinan just to spend money for fun. .”

Leng Qiuhun smiled and said: "So it's a ginseng picker, let me take a look first..." He raised the door curtain and looked out, only to see a majestic man with a purple face and short beard, standing outside the door with his hands behind his back, holding two big iron balls in his hands, making "jingling" noises constantly. Although he stood there motionless, his imposing manner was indeed not small. Compared with him, the whole room seemed to be a hen next to a crane. Leng Qiuhun suddenly opened the door curtain, strode out to greet him, clasped his fists and said with a smile: "Brother Zhang is far away, younger brother is not good at hospitality, please forgive me."

Laughing, he took "Zhang Xiaolin"'s hand, as if hit it off. This "Zhang Xiaolin" was indeed a high-roller who spent a lot of money without changing his face. He was betting Pai Gow on the table, and he lost 50,000 taels after betting a few hands. The girls all gathered around, vying to pour wine for him, and to watch the cards for him.Zhang Xiaolin laughed loudly, hugged left and right, suddenly took out a stack of banknotes from his arms, and said, "How about waiting for me to push a few houses?" Leng Qiuhun squinted his eyes and saw the thick stack of banknotes. The top one was already "one hundred thousand taels of silver". .”

At this moment, it was the proprietor of Mizhuang, a joint name of about forty families in Jinan City, who was pushing the bank. He had made hundreds of thousands of dollars, and just about to stop, he immediately pushed the cards with a smile, and said, "Brother Zhang, please bet on me, brother!" Tianmen." Zhang Xiaolin pressed two iron balls on the silver ticket, laughed and said: "Little baby, hold them down for me, don't let one run away." Roll up the two sleeves, revealing a snow-white spun silk gown. As expected, this farm was very aggressive, and everyone was sweating profusely. The owner of Mizhuang just spat out more than half of the money he had won, so he dragged his girlfriend to sleep. Although I still wanted to turn over the book, I had no choice but to leave reluctantly.

After midnight, there were only four or five gamblers left in the room. Zhang Xiaolin was smoking the dry tobacco handed over by the girl next to him, shuffling the cards in his hand, but glanced at Leng Qiuhun, and laughed loudly: "Why didn't my brother come to give you two papers?" Leng Qiuhun smiled slightly and said, "Little brother just wants to give it away." He also took out a stack of banknotes in his hand, with a pair of eyes, turning around like a hound, he suddenly bet all the banknotes on Tianmen, and said with a smile: "Three hundred thousand taels, all bets, no matter whether you win or lose, this is the only bet."

He bet 300,000 in one bet, even though the room was full of high-rollers, everyone was overwhelmed by it, no one dared to bet again. Zhang Xiaolin laughed loudly and said, "Okay, let me come and bet against you!" The dice were rolled out, it was seven o'clock, Leng Qiuhun took the first set of cards, Zhang Xiaolin took the third set, Leng Qiuhun didn't even look at it, and turned over the cards lightly - a sky, a person, It was Tianbo. Everyone couldn't help booing enviously, and the girls even smiled and clapped their hands. I saw Zhang Xiaolin clasped his fists, gathered the two cards in his hands, slapped and pushed them, glanced at them lightly, and slapped the cards on the table.

Everyone looked nervous and couldn't help but ask, "How?" Without changing his face, Zhang Xiaolin counted out 300,000 taels, handed it to Leng Qiuhun, and said with a smile: "The bench meets the short-lived third child, I lost." Leng Qiuhun rolled his eyeballs and said with a smile: "Everyone thinks about coming here today is enough, how about coming again in the future?" So everyone sighed and discussed, comforting Zhang Xiaolin in their mouths, but gloating in their stomachs: "After all, I lost less than him." So everyone was very happy, hugging the beautiful girl to find a good dream.

Zhang Xiaolin stretched out his waist, and said with a smile: "Brother, you are really good at seeing and killing ruthlessly!" Leng Qiuhun smiled lightly and said, "Is that so..." Suddenly he stretched out his right hand like lightning, and drew out Zhang Xiaolin's waist knife. The cold blade touched his neck, and said coldly, "Who are you? What are you doing here?" Zhang Xiaolin remained expressionless, and said with a smile, "Brother, is he joking? I don't understand." Leng Qiuhun sneered and said, "You really don't understand?"

He slapped the table with his left palm, and the two cards that Zhang Xiaolin had just put on the table suddenly jumped up, turned over, and landed on the table. I saw that these two cards were exactly the same, they were three pairs of deputy chiefs. Leng Qiuhun's gaze was sharper than the blade's edge, and he said sharply, "You obviously won, why did you pretend to lose?" Zhang Xiaolin smiled and said, "My eyesight is bad, I saw wrongly." Leng Qiuhun shouted: "You don't rub the sand in your eyes when you are a bachelor, what are you doing here, my friend, let's be honest... Are you trying to win me over? What is your intention?"

Zhang Xiaolin suddenly withdrew his smile, and said in a deep voice: "Brother Leng really has sharp eyes... Yes, I did come here with a request, but this matter is not only beneficial to my subordinates, but also to your gang..." He smiled mysteriously and subtly paused his voice. Leng Qiuhun stared at him without blinking, his eyes gradually softened, and he danced with a saber casually, "choking", put the saber back into its sheath, and said slowly: "In this case, why don't you openly and honestly Come to see me?" Zhang Xiaolin smiled and said: "If you want to do something unusual, you have to take an unusual path. If I can't impress Brother Leng on me, will Brother Leng believe what I say?" Leng Qiuhun smiled faintly, "Isn't it too expensive to buy an impression at 300,000 taels?" Zhang Xiaolin said in a deep voice: "If this matter is successful, three hundred thousand taels is just a drop in the bucket." Leng Qiuhun's pale face seemed to suddenly glow, but he still said coldly: "This gang never does anything illegal." Zhang Xiaolin said with a smile: "Although I am poor, I have a net worth of tens of millions. I will never do illegal and risky things." Leng Qiuhun suddenly slapped the table again, and said sharply: "This matter is neither illegal nor risky, and the benefits are so huge, why don't you go looking for others, but come looking for this gang?" Zhang Xiaolin said: "It is only because of this that an elder from your gang must come forward, otherwise not only will there be many difficulties, but it will be impossible to succeed." Leng Qiuhun said: "Which one are you talking about?" Zhang Xiaolin said: "The killer scholar Ximen Qian." Leng Qiuhun turned around slowly, took two steps slowly, and sat down slowly. Zhang Xiaolin said: "As long as Senior Ximen is involved in this matter, it will definitely succeed. Therefore, Brother Leng must invite Senior Ximen to come out and have a look. Senior Ximen will never refuse after listening to my words." Leng Qiuhun said slowly: "My teacher never sees guests easily, and you told me the same." Zhang Xiaolin said with a smile: "I must tell Senior Ximen directly about this matter." Leng Qiuhun suddenly looked back and said angrily: "Could it be that you deliberately teased me?" Zhang Xiaolin laughed loudly and said, "I'm afraid that there is no one in this world who makes jokes with 300,000 taels of silver?" Leng Qiuhun stared at him again for a long while, and finally said in a deep voice: "It's very unfortunate that you came here, and the master is not in Jinan City right now." Zhang Xiaolin laughed and said, "Really?" Leng Qiuhun said coldly: "I'm never used to joking." Zhang Xiaolin was stunned for a long time, with an expression of indescribable disappointment, he looked up to the sky and sighed: "What a pity! What a pity! Seeing that I got three million taels, now it's all for naught." He clasped his fists together, and walked out dejectedly. Leng Qiuhun grabbed him and said, "You mean three million?" Zhang Xiaolin said with a wry smile: "I'm a businessman, if I don't have ten times the benefits, how can I spend 300,000 first?" Leng Qiuhun was moved and said: "Can't you wait for the teacher to come back?" Zhang Xiaolin sighed: "Of course we can't wait for this kind of thing. Unless..." Leng Qiuhun immediately asked: "Unless what?" Zhang Xiaolin said: "Unless Senior Ximen left a message explaining where he went before he left, then you and I will go look for it immediately before there is still time." At this time, Leng Qiuhun couldn't help but be moved by it, and stumbled: "Every time the teacher goes out, he always leaves a message, but this time... After the old man received a letter, he left a message in the early morning of the first day. Let's move." Zhang Xiaolin's eyes lit up unconsciously, and said, "A letter? Where is the letter?" Leng Qiuhun took his hand and hurriedly said, "Follow me." Zhang Xiaolin asked, "Where are you going?" Leng Qiuhun said: "Yang Song, the immediate soul hunter, you must have heard of this name?" Zhang Xiaolin said: "Could it be that the letter is at Senior Yang's home?" Leng Qiuhun said: "That's right, I remember that before the teacher left, he sealed this letter into a paper bag and handed it to Uncle Yang for safekeeping. If he can see this letter, he must know where the teacher is going." Zhang Xiaolin said: "But, but, will Senior Yang take out that letter and read it?" Leng Qiuhun laughed and said: "Three million taels, no matter to anyone, it is no longer a small sum." They didn't take a car, they crossed two streets and arrived at the house. On a not too short, clean and quiet street, there are only six gates, and Yang Song's house is the second building on the left. Zhang Xiaolin didn't need to look carefully to know that this street was full of wealthy families in Jinan City, and even the gaps between the stone slabs on the street were cleaned cleanly, but a person like Yang Song People with high status should have an independent manor in the suburbs. Leng Qiuhun seemed to have seen his intentions, and explained with a smile: "Although the teacher is a little lonely, but for some reason, he insists on living in the city. Although he doesn't like to talk to others, he likes to be heard human voice." Zhang Xiaolin said: "Master Ling... But isn't this Yang..." Leng Qiuhun said: "Master and Uncle Yang have always lived together." The pitch-black door was only ajar. Leng Qiuhun pushed the door open and walked in. The courtyard was very quiet, there was no human voice. In the hall, the candle wicks should have been cut long ago. The large hall and the dim lights made people feel a sense of desolation and mystery. Leng Qiuhun sighed: "Uncle Yang always goes to bed early, as soon as he falls asleep, the servants at home will sneak out, especially when the teacher is not around, these people can't last five days." Zhang Xiaolin said with a smile: "Does the servant girl have to go out at night?" Leng Qiuhun said: "There has never been a maid in this house." They walked around the hall, the backyard was even quieter, and there was a faint light in the west wing room, Leng Qiuhun said: "It's strange, Master Yang hasn't slept yet today?" He was about to pass through the courtyard full of sycamore trees, when suddenly a drop of water fell on his shoulder, and he flicked it with his hand inadvertently, and the light from the rear window shone on his hand. Blood, there was blood on his hands. Leng Qiuhun looked up in shock, there seemed to be someone waving to him on the plane tree. He flew up and grabbed the wrist like lightning, but it was only one hand. Nothing but a bloody hand! Leng Qiuhun cried out in surprise, "Uncle Master, Uncle Yang!" There was no response from the room. He shook open the door and rushed in. Yang Song was sleeping on the bed, he seemed to be in a deep sleep, covered with a quilt, only a gray head was exposed.But the room was indescribably messy, everything was not in its original place, and the three camphor wood boxes beside the bed were all overturned. Leng Qiuhun couldn't help himself, and threw off the quilt. Blood, there is only a bloody body in the quilt, and it has lost its limbs. Leng Qiuhun seemed to be shivering from the cold, tremblingly said: "Five ghosts divided into corpses, could this be five ghosts divided into corpses..." He turned around and rushed out, the other hand was hanging on the eaves, still dripping blood, Yang Song's body was brutally dismembered, apparently within half an hour. Zhang Xiaolin seemed to be petrified. Leng Qiuhun hissed: "The Cinnabar Gate and the five ghosts have never had any hatred, why did the five ghosts of the Blood Fiend want to do this?" Zhang Xiaolin said: "You... how do you know that it was the hands of the blood fiend and five ghosts?" Leng Qiuhun said bitterly: "Five ghosts divided into corpses, this is their signature." Zhang Xiaolin murmured: "The signboard is sometimes borrowed by others." Leng Qiuhun didn't hear what he said, and started searching around. Zhang Xiaolin murmured: "What are you looking for, that letter must have disappeared." Sure enough, the letter is gone. Leng Qiuhun's face became paler and frighteningly pale, and he rushed over and grabbed Zhang Xiaolin's lapel, and said sharply, "What do you have to do with this matter?" Zhang Xiaolin said: "If it matters, will I be here?" Leng Qiuhun stared at him angrily for a long while, finally slowly let go of his palm, and said in a deep voice, "But how did you come by such a coincidence?" Zhang Xiaolin said with a wry smile, "It's just because I'm having a hard time these few days." He turned his eyes and said again: "Why don't you go to Lingshi's room to have a look, maybe there will be new discoveries." Leng Qiuhun thought for a while, held the lamp and walked to the east wing, the door was not locked, the lonely elder of the cinnabar door lived in a desolate, very simple room. But there is a painting on the wall, which is neither a landscape, nor insects, birds and flowers, but just a bust of a woman, painted with the same eyebrows and eyes, lifelike.At that time, there were very few portraits with half-length portraits. Zhang Xiaolin couldn't help but look at them twice more. The allure of resistance. Zhang Xiaolin couldn't help sighing: "I never thought that Mrs. Ling is a peerless beauty." Leng Qiuhun said coldly: "The tutor is still single up to now." Zhang Xiaolin was stunned, and said, "Oh...that's why he lives with Senior Yang, and no wonder there's never been a maid between them." Although he said these words, he was thinking about other things in his heart, "Why is Ximen Qian still single? Why did he hang the portrait of this woman in his house? Who is this woman to him? " Perhaps, this is just an ordinary portrait. But how could an ordinary portrait be half-length? Now, Zhang Xiaolin has returned to his hotel room. Outside the window, there are seven or eight black-clothed men with scarlet belts on patrol. These big men huddled around and sent him back all the way, and at this moment, they were staring at the surroundings of his house, like his guards. Actually, this was naturally sent by Leng Qiuhun to monitor him. It's not that Leng Qiuhun has any doubts about him, it's just that he doesn't want the "three million" to fall into the hands of others. Zhang Xiaolin is naturally very clear about this. He couldn't help laughing, a good laugh. If he really wanted to do something, in his eyes, how different could these eight big men be from the eight wooden men? He blew out the lamp, took off his clothes, lay on the bed, and relaxed his limbs as much as possible. The clean quilt rubbed against his skin, and he felt very comfortable. Although the identity of "Great Ginseng Medicine Merchant Outside the Pass" is interesting, it is still much worse than his real identity. What's more, forcing himself to pretend to be someone else is never a pleasant thing, especially the mask on his face, which often makes his nose itchy. Gradually, his whole body has been in a state of absolute stillness, but his brain has not stopped functioning. Suddenly, the tiles on the roof slammed softly. A faint moonlight spilled over the dark room. The roof tiles were lifted a few pieces by someone, but there was no sound. This night traveler was a great expert, and his hands and feet were very clean. Then, a figure slid in like a fish, holding on to the roof, and waited, before hearing any sound, it fluttered down. Zhang Xiaolin still didn't move, squinting his eyes, secretly amused in his heart, if this person is a thief, then they must have been wicked in their previous life when they came here. Under the moonlight, I saw this figure with a black scarf covering her face, wearing tight black clothes, wrapping her plump and slender body, she was actually a charming young girl. She held a lancet with a very light and short handle in her hand, and the light of the knife kept flickering in the moonlight. Her big black and white eyes looked at the person on the bed without blinking. Zhang Xiaolin thought it was very interesting, it was extremely interesting. This charming girl was actually a female assassin. Although Zhang Xiaolin encountered many strange things in his life, it was the first time in his life that such a charming girl came to assassinate him. He was afraid of scaring the female assassin away, and his breath seemed to fall into a deeper sleep.But the female assassin didn't seem to want to kill him. With light hands and feet, she flipped through Zhang Xiaolin's clothes that were off the ground, took out the stack of bank notes, looked at them, but stuffed them back intact. This female assassin obviously didn't come here to steal anything, she neither wanted to kill him nor steal anything, so why did she come here? She looked here and there, saw the black box, and ran over like a civet cat, with one hand already going to open the box.