Chapter 31: 33

Chapter 31, Chapter Thirty Three: Fengqing Hutong
Fengqing Hutong starts from Linfu Street in the north, and has eight criss-cross alleys along the Xiling River in the south. The terrain is particularly complicated. One of the eight hutongs is called Qingqu Alley, where a craftsman lives at the end of the alley.
The craftsman came to Xiling more than a decade ago, and lived in Fengqing Hutong.
The craftsman has no legs, and every day he sits in a special wheelchair and goes out of the stall. There are various seemingly expensive but very cheap jade paintings and calligraphy.
"These are all made by myself and are worthless." The craftsman replied every time someone thought the stall was an authentic masterpiece.
And this is a poor alley, how many people can buy fake things to please others, so the craftsmen live very hard.
Until a group of ruffians found him
"Since the craftsmanship is so good, please help us fake it!"
How does a handicapped reject a group of ruffians? So the craftsman becomes a fake.
The craftsmanship of the fake Zhang is very good, whether it is jade or calligraphy and painting, it can imitate the nine images, even the guy who gets the goods sometimes can't tell.
With his outstanding craftsmanship, he finally improved his life, and he also asked an old prostitute from Tianxianglou. He was charming and proficient in playing and singing.
The fake Zhang feels very happy.
There was a courtyard with two entrances, old prostitutes with lingering charm, and a nursing home, and he successfully established a foothold in Fengqing Hutong.
Fang Han likes craftsmen. If he weren't going to practice martial arts, he would definitely become a craftsman like fake Zhang.
Because of the fake Zhang, I had really thought of accepting him as a disciple and teaching his skills, but it was a pity that Fang Han saw a bigger world.
In this way, the two parted ways and became memories that each other did not want to mention.
But today, the two people who were supposed to have no intersection have got together again.
"Master." Fang Han evokes this nostalgic name, but he has no respect.
The fake Zhang is fifty years old, but he is older than sixty years old. His face is full of criss-cross wrinkles, and his hair is all gray.
The bright eyes in Fang Han's memory also began to pale with death and despair. He didn't understand why the fake Zhang had become like this after a few years of absence.
"Since I have entered the Tang family, why do I want to come back here." The fake Zhang's voice was hoarse, and it was extremely uncomfortable to listen to.
Fang Han has long been accustomed to this voice. After all, when he was young, in order to learn the craft, he served him for three years.
"I need to make something."
"What do you want to do!" The fake Zhang didn't understand, and he had already entered the Tang family that the common people dreamed of. Why Fang Han still couldn't stand by himself.
The disappointed look in the fake Zhang's eyes stung Fang Han. A craftsman like him, like an ant, would never understand himself.
So he looked stern and snorted, "Can you do it."
The attitude is extremely compelling, which is different from the respectful appearance in front of Tang Luo.
The fake Zhang looked at him for a long time, then sighed and said, "I can do it."
Fang Han took out the star from his arms and placed it in front of the fake Zhang. "This, make one exactly the same."
Very complicated inscriptions surfaced on the surface of the silver-black iron ball.
At the first glance, the fake Zhang was fascinated by this avenue-like inscription. He stretched out his callous hands and gently touched the surface of the star.
After groping for a while, he put down Xingzi and said dejectedly: "I can't do it."
"Why?"
"Never seen such a material."
Fang Han frowned, but he was relieved when he thought about it, the material must be very unusual for such a fetish.
But the plan must have an imitation of Xingzi.
After gritting his teeth for a long time, he made up his mind and said: "As long as it looks the same."
"Is it okay to be found with one touch?"
Fang Han recalled carefully and nodded, "It's okay!"
"can do."
"how much is it?"
"for free."
"What do you want."
"I want you to kill that Yuxiang and that Pan Dahai!" Fake Zhang's eyes were full of madness, as if to give birth to the flesh of the two.
Fang Han looked at him like a ghost, and understood why he became so haggard.
He hummed softly, "The is ruthless, the actor is meaningless."
But an old woman and the ruffian would kill them casually.
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Midnight
Tang Luo's room
"Brother! Why are you leaving?" Xiao Zhengtai grabbed his brother's sleeve, and refused to leave in the room.
"Where shall I go?" Tang Luo was very desperate. It turned out that a good family relationship can also bring troubles.
After Xiaozhengtai finished his cultivation, she would go to her sister and mother. Who would have thought that Xu Shuhui would directly reveal to Xiaozhengtai that Tang Luo was leaving Wutang.
Mrs. Xiaozheng exploded at the time, and ran all the way into Tang Luo’s room. She didn’t listen to any explanations, and kept repeating.
"Brother, why are you leaving."
"Brother doesn't practice with me anymore."
"Brother, I want to go with you."
Tang Luo covered his face and was silent.
"Brother, why didn't you stay in Wutang."
This is the same question for the twentieth time. Tang Luo answered mechanically and helplessly: "Because Wutang is not very helpful for me to improve."
"Then, will it be big after going out?" Xiaozheng looked at Tang Luo timidly. He was not ignorant, but he really didn't want to live alone in that big house and practice alone.
"It will be big when you go out." Tang Luo nodded, his right sleeve was still tightly held in Xiao Zhengtai's hand.
I saw Zheng Tai lowered his head, in silence for a long time, and raised his eyes after a long while, and tears kept rolling in his eyes.
"But, I'm afraid~ Wow." Xiao Zhengtai cried out.
There is no rule that martial arts practitioners should not be afraid of the dark and ghosts. Xiao Zhengtai is very wronged.
How did it become like this! ?
"Wipe, don't cry, don't cry." Don Luo panicked suddenly, his right hand dared not move, his left hand quickly took out a square scarf from his arms and put it on Xiao Zhengtai's face.
Since he had a little brother, he has never lacked a square scarf in his arms.
Xiao Zhengtai was covering her face and cried louder.
Tang Luoben felt that there were very few things he could not handle in the world, but there was one thing in front of him, slapped his face.
That night, the crying Xiao Zhengtai directly slept in her brother's room.
And Zhengtai, whose sleeping posture is extremely ugly, tried to kick her brother out of bed at night more than once.
If it wasn't for your own brother's sake, slap your head into your chest with one palm, bastard!
Tang Luo was full of resentment when he got up.
The teenager who didn't sleep well didn't wake up on time at the meal. Instead, he fell asleep in bed.
However, Xiaozheng got up early, and ran all the way to his mother Xu Shuhui's side, holding her aggrievedly and saying that if his brother moved away, he would be particularly scared.
Xu Shuhui, who was overwhelmed by maternal love, immediately made a decision. Tang Luo could leave Wutang, and it would be fine to buy a property.
But people don't have to go home to live, but sleep in the martial arts hall with his brother.
Therefore, in his sleep, Tang Luo has been the master of the family affairs.
But the person involved didn't know anything, and she still slept beautifully.
(End of this chapter)