Lan Ke Qi Yuan Chapter 96: Good will not suppress evil

Leaving the study clearance store, Ji Yuan weighed a handful of broken silver in his hand. It was more than two taels at least. It was incomparable with the thousands of pieces of gold in the TV series in his previous life, but it was not a small amount. For Ji Yuan, In terms of fate, it is naturally good,

Actually, silver is quite durable in this world. His biggest expenses were three times.

The first time was because he didn’t understand that his destiny was unpredictable, so he asked Taoist Qingsong to tell his fortune, which caused serious damage to his life. The golden beans and broken silver left by Ji Yuan were worth more than thirty taels, which was enough for that. As long as the master and the apprentice are safe and healthy, they will be able to return home with a lot of money.

The second time was by boat, chartered with someone else, and it only cost nearly 600 cash, which was equivalent to half a tael of silver.

The third time, Chunhui Mansion bought two catties of Thousand Days Spring because of greed, but spent less than four taels.

The rest of the expenses for food and accommodation are not big. In terms of food, if you go to a restaurant to eat once, the extravagant order will only cost a few hundred cents. A bowl of noodles will cost you only a few cents, and a tael of silver will cost you only a few cents. The equivalent price is a thousand coins.

Not to mention accommodation, Ji Yuan hasn’t stayed in an inn a few times since he came out. He only stays once in a while to take a shower or something. The upper room in a first-class inn only costs a hundred yuan.

So besides the ingot of gold that had some corners cut off, Ji Yuan still had almost ten taels of loose silver, and now the shop owner gave him a lot of it.

Putting the money back into the purse, Ji Yuan held an umbrella and carried a bag, wandering around Juntianfu City with a wandering mentality.

As the cart passed by, the wooden wheels rolled over the stone pavement. Children were laughing and chasing each other with candied haws. People were shouting and selling at the street vendors and shops along the street, and the scent of rouge, gouache and snacks was wafting...

"Master Zuo, Master Zuo, you grew up here!"

Sometimes Ji Yuan is still very sentimental. Just like this, I imagine Zuo Li, who was still a little kid, chasing the world of romance with his friends with a wooden sword.

Looking for the scent of tea and shouts, Ji Yuan walked to a teahouse that was doing well, and inside there was a storyteller rapping and singing with great emotion.

A tea doctor saw Ji Yuan approaching and immediately came forward to greet him.

"Hey, this guest, please come in. There are soups, drinks, fried foods, and brewed drinks~~!"

"Okay, find a lively place, preferably next to the storyteller."

"Hey, that's a coincidence. The seats over there are all full. Can I sit next to you?"

Dr. Tea looked at the storyteller in the center of the lobby before saying.

"Yes, you can arrange it!"

"Sir, please come with me!"

As the enthusiastic Tea Doctor moved forward, he came to a pillar on the left side of the center. There was an empty table of four immortals. The Tea Doctor quickly took out the cloth and wiped a trace of tea stains on it.

"Sir, what kind of tea would you like to drink and what refreshments would you like?"

Ji Yuan pretended to look at the blurry teahouse listing diagonally across the street, and spoke on his own without asking Dr. Tea to tell him anything.

"Bring a pot of good new tea to brew, and serve three dishes of your most famous refreshments."

"Okay~~Please wait~~!"

As soon as Dr. Tea left, Ji Yuan focused all his attention on his side. People at several tables around him were all drinking tea and eating snacks, listening attentively to the storyteller telling a story, which should be a certain general's famous battle.

"It is said that there were hundreds of rafts crossing the river to cross the enemy's army, and they were about to reach a weak point in the rear of our army. At that time, General Huang, who was only a hundred-man general, detected this military situation. In a moment of desperation, he ordered When he reported back to the camp, he divided his soldiers into several groups and rushed into several nearby woods..."

When the storyteller said this, he put down his fan, picked up the tea cup, took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, and wiped his sweat with a cloth. A tea guest asked impatiently.

"Is it possible that General Huang used these few troops to repel the enemy?"

"Hey, don't interrupt!" "That's right, let sir!"

As soon as Mr. Storyteller put down the tea cup and picked up the fan, the noisy discussion below naturally fell silent. Yu Jiyuan seemed to have a feeling that the words were not spoken.

"At that time, General Huang knew that with the few men and horses in his hands, stopping the enemy was like hitting a stone with an egg. However, the general was resourceful and ordered people to prepare dry wood and fire starters in the pine forest but failed to do so. At the same time, he tried his best to use his troops to kill the birds in the forest. Shocked!"

"The enemy general who crossed the river was not an unknown person. When he was halfway across the river, he saw all the birds in the forest on the other side being frightened away. He noticed something was wrong, so he ordered to postpone crossing the river, and only sent a dozen small rafts to cross the river to investigate. ...This is the moment!"

Speaking of this, the storyteller suddenly turned up the volume, and Xingmu slapped him hard, startling all the tea guests, but no one interrupted.

"General Huang ordered his men to light all the prepared dry firewood, and suddenly dozens of wolf smoke rose from the forest... The enemy general on the other side changed his face with horror, shouting that he had seen through the ambush, and ordered his men to retreat quickly. The dozens of small rafts Many of the sergeants on board were so frightened by the smoke that they fell into the water..."

The storyteller's brilliant language narrated the fierce battle that year, and presented General Huang's strategy and bravery in a story, which aroused the amazement of the tea guests.

Ji Yuan listened with gusto and nodded frequently. This is also art!

By the time the storyteller finished telling this story, he had spent a lot of time talking, and even more so, Ji Yuan and some generous tea drinkers nearby rewarded a few rich people, and the teahouse would also give a certain fee, which was considered a good profit.

The next section of the book, "The Battle of Dongshan," will start later. The storyteller is now recuperating and drinking tea. Ji Yuan poured all the tea on a plate and walked over with the teapot.

"Sir, can we have a quick chat?"

The storyteller smiled and nodded when he saw Ji Yuan coming over with a teapot and refreshments, looking elegant.

"Please sit down!"

Ji Yuan wisely put down the tea, took a new cup on the table and poured the storyteller his own tea.

"Please have tea! Please also get refreshments!"

Ji Yuan had already noticed that the tea provided to the storyteller in the teahouse was old tea, which was definitely not as good as his own.

The latter was not polite, smiled, picked up a piece of candy cake and stuffed it into his mouth, then took a sip of tea.

"Does this gentleman have something to ask?"

"Exactly, I would like to ask sir about the Zuo family of Juntian Prefecture. It is the Zuo family that was famous in the world decades ago. I wonder what happened to the descendants recently?"

The storyteller frowned and looked at Ji Yuan in surprise, carefully observing his top and bottom. He had wide sleeves, a green shirt, a bun with a wooden hairpin, and his hands were slender and his body was not strong.

"Sir, are you a knight-errant?"

"Haha... I have some entanglements with the Jianghu, but I am not a guest of the Jianghu. It's just that the ancestors of the Zuo family have been kind to me, and I came here to look for their descendants."

Ancestor of the Zuo family?

The storyteller frowned and looked at Ji Yuan carefully again, feeling ridiculous that he couldn't tell how old he was, and then finally saw that his slightly opened eyes were pale.

However, the storyteller did not dare to look any further, as he might be facing a master of martial arts. Anyway, it was none of his business what happened to the Zuo family.

"Few people in the city know about this. The Zuo family was once famous for a time. Alas...it's a pity that fate has played a trick on people. Zuo Jianxian was obsessed with swords, and the sword intention post he left behind after his death caused bloodshed in the world. The rainy wind also brought disaster to the Zuo family. Even if the hero Zuoqiu had already predicted and arranged it, it would be difficult for the Zuo family to escape..."

More than a quarter of an hour later, Ji Yuan came out of the teahouse, frowned and headed towards Zuo's old house in the west of the city. It took him two hours to find the place, but even the facade had become "Qian's Mansion". He asked the concierge. I don’t know about the Zuo family.

When the sky turned dark, there were fewer pedestrians on the road, and many shops were showing off, Ji Yuan was still wandering alone on the west side of the city.

"Is it true that the Zuo family has completely perished?"

While muttering to himself, he saw that the lights in front of him were still bright and bustling. In addition to some romantic fireworks places, there was also a restaurant with a lantern with the word "Gamble" hanging on it.

Coincidentally, Ji Yuan heard a familiar voice coming from the door of the gambling shop ahead.

"Wait, I'll be right back! I'll be right back!"

"Don't lose too much~~~Hahaha~~~!"

"I still have a book, waiting for me!"

In the daytime, the cake vendor rushed out of the casino with sweat on his face. His steps were still vigorous, but the look on his head was completely different from when he was chatting during the day.

"What a pity, good will not suppress evil...!"

Ji Yuan, who shook his head slightly, changed his path and walked to another place.

After obtaining the "Edict" method, Ji Yuan was able to write "laws" in writing without damaging the fundamentals. Although his laws did not have great power, they were indeed miraculous.

Lieutenant Tong Mingce blew the law to the sky, saying that right and wrong, the Taoist Master cannot succeed. This is considered a trick, and the effect may be better.

At the same time that the cake vendor was running home sweating profusely, the owner of the copywriting shop who had framed the calligraphy was carefully admiring the handwriting and couldn't help but copy it.

A Yin Si passed by the shopkeeper's house on a night tour, and could see the house occasionally glowing, as if the house was a little clearer and more transparent at night.