Stealing the Pen: Kirin's Primordial Lotus

The three of them wandered around the village, and when it got dark, Mr. Ba heard voices coming from not far away.

"Master Buddha, listen, is there anyone here? I can smell the fragrance of food."

Mr. Ba sniffed hard and was about to run towards a place, but was grabbed by Zhang Qishan.

"Master Ba, look at where this place is?"

"Everyone in the village is trying to escape, so how could anyone still stay here? I'm afraid there's a trick, and judging by the situation, there are quite a few people over there, so we have to be careful."

"Oh, Master Buddha, you are worrying too much. Where would bad guys come from in this remote place?"

"Besides, you don't know the situation in Changsha."

"But that's true, Master Buddha, you guys have only been here for a short time, and you don't know much about the past one or two years."

"From what Master Ba said, what happened in Changsha? I'm not really sure. After all, I was also temporarily transferred here by the higher-ups."

From what Mr. Qi Ba said, Zhang Qishan felt that Changsha seemed to be different from other places.

"Have you ever heard of the two masters of Wanchongshan in our city?"

"Of course. In the past two years in Changsha, I often heard their names."

"Besides, didn't the Second Master encounter some hooligans who used those two names to do things before?"

Zhang Qishan naturally would not give up this great opportunity. After all, they had been investigating for so long and had no idea where the two came from or how powerful they were. They only knew that the entire Changsha area, whether it was the underworld or the white world, was afraid of them.

Even when his superiors had assigned him the task of investigating the local tyrants in Changsha so as to facilitate their elimination, when he saw Wan Chongshan, he had specifically instructed him not to provoke them.

From then on, Zhang Qishan became more and more interested in the people in power in Wanchong Mountain, but on the contrary, there was no breakthrough in the investigation report on them.

Now that Mr. Qi Ba suddenly mentioned it, he naturally would not let it go.

"Master Buddha, you are new to Changsha, so naturally you don't know as much as we locals do."

"The two people from Wanchongshan suddenly appeared more than ten years ago. We don't know where they came from."

"More than a decade ago? How old are they now?"

"No one knows this. I only know that I was only seven or eight years old at the time and I saw them from a distance. They looked about my current age."

"It was also thanks to Second Master that I had the honor to meet them later."

Mr. Qi looked around and leaned close to Zhang Qishan's ear and said, "They look like they will never age. They are still as young as they were a dozen years ago."

When Zhang Qishan and Zhang Dianshan, who had excellent hearing, heard the words "never grow old, young", their pupils contracted.

"Master Ba, are you kidding me? How can someone remain unchanged for more than ten years?"

"That's right, Master Ba, maybe you saw their descendants."

"After all, Master Ba, you don't know whether those two were married or had children when they first came. After all, more than a decade has passed, and it's hard to say whether the child will grow up to be the same as the father."

"Why would I need to lie to you, Master?"

"Eighth Master heard those two say it with his own ears. When they came here more than ten years ago, Second Master was still a child."

Mr. Ba was attracted by the sudden smell of food. He turned around and walked towards the food.

Zhang Qishan and Zhang Xishan also knew that this was not a good place to discuss, so they followed Mr. Qi Ba.

The three of them turned a corner not far away and saw a house with its door open. There were about ten people sitting sparsely in the courtyard. They were sitting around an iron pot. The fragrance came from the iron pot.

Mr. Qi had been following Zhang Qishan all the way since morning. Apart from two bites of dry food on the road, he had not eaten anything else. When he suddenly saw something hot, he wanted to go forward.

Zhang Qishan failed to catch Mr. Qi this time, so for Mr. Qi's safety, he had to follow him.

Zhang Xishan looked at the last bit of money in Mr. Qi's hand with regret.

Mr. Qi was polite. He stood at the door and knocked twice. The people in the room looked at the newcomer warily at first and found that it was a scholar who was barely able to even tie a chicken. Just as they were about to relax their guard, they found two more men coming from behind. From the way they walked, they knew that they were martial artists.

"Brothers, we are here to visit our relatives, but they moved away and we can't find a place to live for a while. We saw the light here, so we came here."

Mr. Qi walked over to the iron pot and started chatting with the leader.

"You guys are here to visit relatives at this time?"

"Hey, there's a war going on outside. I thought the south would be safer, so I wrote a letter and planned to take refuge there."

Mr. Qi spread his hands and said with regret, "Who would have thought that my relative had moved away a long time ago, and didn't leave a letter or anything. I had no choice but to find a place to stay. Tomorrow we will go to Changsha City to try our luck."

Mr. Qi took out a few dollars from his purse and stuffed them into the leader's hand.

"Big brother, this is our lodging fee. Can you let the three of us stay here for one night? We will leave tomorrow."

The leader weighed the money in his hand and thought for a while, "Okay. But let me make it clear first, this is not an inn. We don't have any first-class rooms for you to stay in. We only have large bunk beds."

"Brother, you are joking. It's good enough to have a place to sleep. How can you ask for too much?" Mr. Qi touched his stomach and changed the subject. "But we have been traveling light all the way. We have been on the road all day and have not eaten anything. I don't know."

Mr. Qi took the opportunity to stuff a few more dollars into the group. The leader looked at the dollar in his hand and smiled.

"Okay, San'er, bring three bowls for the three distinguished guests."

The person who was called took three bowls from the inner room, filled them with food from the iron pot and gave them to Mr. Qi and the other two.

After Mr. Qi Ba and the others finished their meal, they followed the group to the so-called big bunk bed. Zhang Qishan pulled Mr. Qi Ba and said, "Mr. Qi Ba, don't sleep too deeply tonight. It's not safe with these people here."

"Oh my god, who has time to do bad things at this time? Let's sleep well and set off tomorrow morning."

As Mr. Qi Ba said this, he ran to the seat reserved for the three of them, climbed up and lay down, covered himself with the quilt, turned over and fell asleep.

Zhang Qishan and Zhang Xishan looked at Mr. Qi Ba who fell asleep with the quilt covered, and they had nothing to say. They could only rest in secret and vigilantly.