Chapter 1179: 1179
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Still in the house hidden deep in the alley behind the street in Haocheng, Shen Hao saw the flying dragon he hadn't seen for a long time.
What hasn't changed is the big bald head, the flattering smile on his face, and the waist that never seems to stretch straight in front of Shen Hao.
They set up a tea table beside the fish pond in the backyard of the house and sat opposite each other to drink tea.
I don't know that they are both vulgar and generally ignorant of the tea ceremony, but they are still learning from others to taste tea, which is extremely awkward.
"I heard your hand was badly hurt? It's better?" he choked off the tea in his hand. Shen Hao looked at the flying dragon's right hand and raised his chin.
Feilong Shanshan smiled. Seeing Lord Shen asking, he didn't hide. He stretched out his hand originally shrunk in his right sleeve. Some expressions said nervously: "a little, a little injury. At that time, he was bitten off by dogs and animals without paying attention. In fact, it's not in the way."
Minor injury? Half of the palm is missing. Now only the thumb, index finger and middle finger are left. This is disabled. Is it still called a small injury?
In fact, Feilong's uneasiness is also because he knows that he is disabled now. A physically disabled person is ominous in the practice of the old Jing Dynasty. At least in many scenes, he is the kind of person who needs to be removed. Especially in the official career system, there are unwritten rules in this regard. Don't mention the disabled. They are too ugly to be easy to mix.
Now Feilong finds that he is disabled. Naturally, he is worried that he will not be liked by Lord Shen, and then he will be pulled down and thrown away as disabled. This fear has not stopped since he was bitten off half of his palm. During this time, people are worried about losing more than ten kilograms.
"It doesn't make much difference whether you hold a knife or not. Besides, you still have a left hand. You can make do with practice. You can't squeeze your fist. What's the matter? Shen Hao is encouraging Feilong when he teases. He knows how Feilong lost his half palm.
Before, the black market was revitalized, making the forces that had been hiding for a long time ready to move. The alliance of casual practitioners or aristocratic families and practitioners began to make moves secretly, trying to reach in and get benefits. Feilong, the biggest and dominant black hand in the identity black market, naturally bears the brunt in the face of these forces.
It is said that Feilong sent his wife back to his hometown to hide a year ago. The youngest son went back to his hometown with his wife. The eldest son was thrown into the Licheng black flag camp as a school order. He sat in the black market with his bare arms and looked like a fool from all over the world.
Shen Hao is clear about the turbulence in the black market. He talked with Feilong just before the signs appeared, and made a bureau with the spies of the southern border army and the black flag camp to help Feilong get a large number of weapons and talismans as equipment gain. Coupled with the large number of vicious thugs trained by Feilong itself, it should not be a problem to deal with turbulence.
This is indeed true. Although many dangerous incidents were accompanied by the period, the last black market remained the same as dragons has the final say, and those forces that tried to challenge the position of dragon were driven away.
But one of them was dangerous, which took half of the dragon's palm. Now the injury has basically stabilized, but it is unrealistic to have a broken limb reborn.
"My Lord, the broken body of flying insects has disgraced you!" said the flying dragon, kneeling down, his head clubbed on the ground, and his voice was choked. He heard that Lord Shen didn't mean to abandon him, and the stone in his heart fell to the ground.
Shen Hao raised his hand and lifted the flying dragon kneeling on the ground. He said with a smile: "you should know that there is a deputy commander under my command named Lin Chen. He is notoriously ugly and is said to be despised everywhere in Jingbei. But I think he is good, cruel and smart.
Don't you lose half your palm and don't delay anything? What can I be ashamed of? You're the one who loses me if you screw up. Do you think I care about anything else?
Don't be the boss. He's always thinking about thin things. "
With that, Shen Hao poured a cup of tea and handed it to Feilong. Feilong was very excited. He sat down and wiped his face.
"Now the black market has completely stabilized. You just need to pick a few disobedient people to kill everyone from time to time. Unless there are major changes, no one can move your position in the future."
"It's all thanks to your blessing, sir. Otherwise, where do flying insects dare to talk about their position? I don't know which smelly ditch they died in to feed maggots."
After waving his hand, Shen Hao was immune to the flattery of Feilong. This guy flatters with his mouth open. He's still wiping his face, wiping his tears and runny nose. He can flatter smoothly. That's great.
"OK, where's the stuff? Didn't you say you received it? Let me have a look." Shen Hao didn't want to quarrel with the goods any more, so he directly moved away. Before, he asked Feilong to collect calligraphy and paintings. Feilong replied a few days ago that he had got the baby. One of his purposes today is to see what the baby is.
In fact, calligraphy and painting are also available in auction houses. It's not the kind of treasure Shen Hao wants. Only some cultural treasures with unclean origins in the black market will flow quietly. These things are either taken away without seeing the sun, or watched by the auction house, washed several times and sold on the booth.
"Don't worry, sir. It's definitely a rare treasure this time! You see!" when talking about the flying dragon, he doesn't have a runny nose or tears. He takes out a brocade box for himself in a moment and wants to open it.
"No, you put it on the tea table and I'll open it myself. Is your nose dirty? Go wash and come again!"
After Shen Hao blew away the flying dragon, he opened the brocade box. Inside, there was a picture scroll, which was held in the air with real Qi. It was more than a foot long. The painting was a landscape scroll, very freehand, and the coloring was also very special. It seemed that with the expansion of the flower scroll, there could be distinct seasonal changes, and people could see it, as if the scenery in the painting was fresh.
Look at the signature of the painting: Huiling.
Shen Hao was slightly stunned. As far as he knew, there was no Huiling among the popular painters outside? Although this painting is definitely a rare masterpiece in his layman's opinion, it is not a rare treasure if the painter is not high-grade?
In doubt, he ran to the pool to wash and dry his face and hands. Then Feilong ran back. Standing behind Lord Shen proudly, he said, "Sir, this thing can't be seen in the world. The authentic work of immortal Huiling! This thing was brought to me for my life. I can't get money alone!"
"Immortal Huiling?" Shen Hao looked at the flying dragon in surprise.
"Hmm! It's the authentic work of immortal Huiling! It's said that those who wandered out during the war in the previous dynasty..."
Shen Hao was so sure that this painting was not painted by a painter. Because Yang Zheng, the ancestor of the royal family in the old Jing Dynasty, was called "Huiling immortal"!
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Still in the house hidden deep in the alley behind the street in Haocheng, Shen Hao saw the flying dragon he hadn't seen for a long time.
What hasn't changed is the big bald head, the flattering smile on his face, and the waist that never seems to stretch straight in front of Shen Hao.
They set up a tea table beside the fish pond in the backyard of the house and sat opposite each other to drink tea.
I don't know that they are both vulgar and generally ignorant of the tea ceremony, but they are still learning from others to taste tea, which is extremely awkward.
"I heard your hand was badly hurt? It's better?" he choked off the tea in his hand. Shen Hao looked at the flying dragon's right hand and raised his chin.
Feilong Shanshan smiled. Seeing Lord Shen asking, he didn't hide. He stretched out his hand originally shrunk in his right sleeve. Some expressions said nervously: "a little, a little injury. At that time, he was bitten off by dogs and animals without paying attention. In fact, it's not in the way."
Minor injury? Half of the palm is missing. Now only the thumb, index finger and middle finger are left. This is disabled. Is it still called a small injury?
In fact, Feilong's uneasiness is also because he knows that he is disabled now. A physically disabled person is ominous in the practice of the old Jing Dynasty. At least in many scenes, he is the kind of person who needs to be removed. Especially in the official career system, there are unwritten rules in this regard. Don't mention the disabled. They are too ugly to be easy to mix.
Now Feilong finds that he is disabled. Naturally, he is worried that he will not be liked by Lord Shen, and then he will be pulled down and thrown away as disabled. This fear has not stopped since he was bitten off half of his palm. During this time, people are worried about losing more than ten kilograms.
"It doesn't make much difference whether you hold a knife or not. Besides, you still have a left hand. You can make do with practice. You can't squeeze your fist. What's the matter? Shen Hao is encouraging Feilong when he teases. He knows how Feilong lost his half palm.
Before, the black market was revitalized, making the forces that had been hiding for a long time ready to move. The alliance of casual practitioners or aristocratic families and practitioners began to make moves secretly, trying to reach in and get benefits. Feilong, the biggest and dominant black hand in the identity black market, naturally bears the brunt in the face of these forces.
It is said that Feilong sent his wife back to his hometown to hide a year ago. The youngest son went back to his hometown with his wife. The eldest son was thrown into the Licheng black flag camp as a school order. He sat in the black market with his bare arms and looked like a fool from all over the world.
Shen Hao is clear about the turbulence in the black market. He talked with Feilong just before the signs appeared, and made a bureau with the spies of the southern border army and the black flag camp to help Feilong get a large number of weapons and talismans as equipment gain. Coupled with the large number of vicious thugs trained by Feilong itself, it should not be a problem to deal with turbulence.
This is indeed true. Although many dangerous incidents were accompanied by the period, the last black market remained the same as dragons has the final say, and those forces that tried to challenge the position of dragon were driven away.
But one of them was dangerous, which took half of the dragon's palm. Now the injury has basically stabilized, but it is unrealistic to have a broken limb reborn.
"My Lord, the broken body of flying insects has disgraced you!" said the flying dragon, kneeling down, his head clubbed on the ground, and his voice was choked. He heard that Lord Shen didn't mean to abandon him, and the stone in his heart fell to the ground.
Shen Hao raised his hand and lifted the flying dragon kneeling on the ground. He said with a smile: "you should know that there is a deputy commander under my command named Lin Chen. He is notoriously ugly and is said to be despised everywhere in Jingbei. But I think he is good, cruel and smart.
Don't you lose half your palm and don't delay anything? What can I be ashamed of? You're the one who loses me if you screw up. Do you think I care about anything else?
Don't be the boss. He's always thinking about thin things. "
With that, Shen Hao poured a cup of tea and handed it to Feilong. Feilong was very excited. He sat down and wiped his face.
"Now the black market has completely stabilized. You just need to pick a few disobedient people to kill everyone from time to time. Unless there are major changes, no one can move your position in the future."
"It's all thanks to your blessing, sir. Otherwise, where do flying insects dare to talk about their position? I don't know which smelly ditch they died in to feed maggots."
After waving his hand, Shen Hao was immune to the flattery of Feilong. This guy flatters with his mouth open. He's still wiping his face, wiping his tears and runny nose. He can flatter smoothly. That's great.
"OK, where's the stuff? Didn't you say you received it? Let me have a look." Shen Hao didn't want to quarrel with the goods any more, so he directly moved away. Before, he asked Feilong to collect calligraphy and paintings. Feilong replied a few days ago that he had got the baby. One of his purposes today is to see what the baby is.
In fact, calligraphy and painting are also available in auction houses. It's not the kind of treasure Shen Hao wants. Only some cultural treasures with unclean origins in the black market will flow quietly. These things are either taken away without seeing the sun, or watched by the auction house, washed several times and sold on the booth.
"Don't worry, sir. It's definitely a rare treasure this time! You see!" when talking about the flying dragon, he doesn't have a runny nose or tears. He takes out a brocade box for himself in a moment and wants to open it.
"No, you put it on the tea table and I'll open it myself. Is your nose dirty? Go wash and come again!"
After Shen Hao blew away the flying dragon, he opened the brocade box. Inside, there was a picture scroll, which was held in the air with real Qi. It was more than a foot long. The painting was a landscape scroll, very freehand, and the coloring was also very special. It seemed that with the expansion of the flower scroll, there could be distinct seasonal changes, and people could see it, as if the scenery in the painting was fresh.
Look at the signature of the painting: Huiling.
Shen Hao was slightly stunned. As far as he knew, there was no Huiling among the popular painters outside? Although this painting is definitely a rare masterpiece in his layman's opinion, it is not a rare treasure if the painter is not high-grade?
In doubt, he ran to the pool to wash and dry his face and hands. Then Feilong ran back. Standing behind Lord Shen proudly, he said, "Sir, this thing can't be seen in the world. The authentic work of immortal Huiling! This thing was brought to me for my life. I can't get money alone!"
"Immortal Huiling?" Shen Hao looked at the flying dragon in surprise.
"Hmm! It's the authentic work of immortal Huiling! It's said that those who wandered out during the war in the previous dynasty..."
Shen Hao was so sure that this painting was not painted by a painter. Because Yang Zheng, the ancestor of the royal family in the old Jing Dynasty, was called "Huiling immortal"!
Still in the house hidden deep in the alley behind the street in Haocheng, Shen Hao saw the flying dragon he hadn't seen for a long time.What hasn't changed is the big bald head, the flattering smile on his face, and the waist that never seems to stretch straight in front of Shen Hao.They set up a tea table beside the fish pond in the backyard of the house and sat opposite each other to drink tea.I don't know that they are both vulgar and generally ignorant of the tea ceremony, but they are still learning from others to taste tea, which is extremely awkward."I heard your hand was badly hurt? It's better?" he choked off the tea in his hand. Shen Hao looked at the flying dragon's right hand and raised his chin.Feilong Shanshan smiled. Seeing Lord Shen asking, he didn't hide. He stretched out his hand originally shrunk in his right sleeve. Some expressions said nervously: "a little, a little injury. At that time, he was bitten off by dogs and animals without paying attention. In fact, it's not in the way."Minor injury? Half of the palm is missing. Now only the thumb, index finger and middle finger are left. This is disabled. Is it still called a small injury?In fact, Feilong's uneasiness is also because he knows that he is disabled now. A physically disabled person is ominous in the practice of the old Jing Dynasty. At least in many scenes, he is the kind of person who needs to be removed. Especially in the official career system, there are unwritten rules in this regard. Don't mention the disabled. They are too ugly to be easy to mix.Now Feilong finds that he is disabled. Naturally, he is worried that he will not be liked by Lord Shen, and then he will be pulled down and thrown away as disabled. This fear has not stopped since he was bitten off half of his palm. During this time, people are worried about losing more than ten kilograms."It doesn't make much difference whether you hold a knife or not. Besides, you still have a left hand. You can make do with practice. You can't squeeze your fist. What's the matter? Shen Hao is encouraging Feilong when he teases. He knows how Feilong lost his half palm.Before, the black market was revitalized, making the forces that had been hiding for a long time ready to move. The alliance of casual practitioners or aristocratic families and practitioners began to make moves secretly, trying to reach in and get benefits. Feilong, the biggest and dominant black hand in the identity black market, naturally bears the brunt in the face of these forces.It is said that Feilong sent his wife back to his hometown to hide a year ago. The youngest son went back to his hometown with his wife. The eldest son was thrown into the Licheng black flag camp as a school order. He sat in the black market with his bare arms and looked like a fool from all over the world.Shen Hao is clear about the turbulence in the black market. He talked with Feilong just before the signs appeared, and made a bureau with the spies of the southern border army and the black flag camp to help Feilong get a large number of weapons and talismans as equipment gain. Coupled with the large number of vicious thugs trained by Feilong itself, it should not be a problem to deal with turbulence.This is indeed true. Although many dangerous incidents were accompanied by the period, the last black market remained the same as dragons has the final say, and those forces that tried to challenge the position of dragon were driven away.But one of them was dangerous, which took half of the dragon's palm. Now the injury has basically stabilized, but it is unrealistic to have a broken limb reborn."My Lord, the broken body of flying insects has disgraced you!" said the flying dragon, kneeling down, his head clubbed on the ground, and his voice was choked. He heard that Lord Shen didn't mean to abandon him, and the stone in his heart fell to the ground.Shen Hao raised his hand and lifted the flying dragon kneeling on the ground. He said with a smile: "you should know that there is a deputy commander under my command named Lin Chen. He is notoriously ugly and is said to be despised everywhere in Jingbei. But I think he is good, cruel and smart.Don't you lose half your palm and don't delay anything? What can I be ashamed of? You're the one who loses me if you screw up. Do you think I care about anything else?Don't be the boss. He's always thinking about thin things. "With that, Shen Hao poured a cup of tea and handed it to Feilong. Feilong was very excited. He sat down and wiped his face."Now the black market has completely stabilized. You just need to pick a few disobedient people to kill everyone from time to time. Unless there are major changes, no one can move your position in the future.""It's all thanks to your blessing, sir. Otherwise, where do flying insects dare to talk about their position? I don't know which smelly ditch they died in to feed maggots."After waving his hand, Shen Hao was immune to the flattery of Feilong. This guy flatters with his mouth open. He's still wiping his face, wiping his tears and runny nose. He can flatter smoothly. That's great."OK, where's the stuff? Didn't you say you received it? Let me have a look." Shen Hao didn't want to quarrel with the goods any more, so he directly moved away. Before, he asked Feilong to collect calligraphy and paintings. Feilong replied a few days ago that he had got the baby. One of his purposes today is to see what the baby is.In fact, calligraphy and painting are also available in auction houses. It's not the kind of treasure Shen Hao wants. Only some cultural treasures with unclean origins in the black market will flow quietly. These things are either taken away without seeing the sun, or watched by the auction house, washed several times and sold on the booth."Don't worry, sir. It's definitely a rare treasure this time! You see!" when talking about the flying dragon, he doesn't have a runny nose or tears. He takes out a brocade box for himself in a moment and wants to open it."No, you put it on the tea table and I'll open it myself. Is your nose dirty? Go wash and come again!"After Shen Hao blew away the flying dragon, he opened the brocade box. Inside, there was a picture scroll, which was held in the air with real Qi. It was more than a foot long. The painting was a landscape scroll, very freehand, and the coloring was also very special. It seemed that with the expansion of the flower scroll, there could be distinct seasonal changes, and people could see it, as if the scenery in the painting was fresh.Look at the signature of the painting: Huiling.Shen Hao was slightly stunned. As far as he knew, there was no Huiling among the popular painters outside? Although this painting is definitely a rare masterpiece in his layman's opinion, it is not a rare treasure if the painter is not high-grade?In doubt, he ran to the pool to wash and dry his face and hands. Then Feilong ran back. Standing behind Lord Shen proudly, he said, "Sir, this thing can't be seen in the world. The authentic work of immortal Huiling! This thing was brought to me for my life. I can't get money alone!""Immortal Huiling?" Shen Hao looked at the flying dragon in surprise."Hmm! It's the authentic work of immortal Huiling! It's said that those who wandered out during the war in the previous dynasty..."Shen Hao was so sure that this painting was not painted by a painter. Because Yang Zheng, the ancestor of the royal family in the old Jing Dynasty, was called "Huiling immortal"!
