Still in the house hidden deep in the back alley of Haocheng, Shen Hao saw the flying dragon that he hadn't seen for a long time.

　　 The big bald head and the flattering smile on his face remained the same, oh, and the waist that never seemed to be straight in front of Shen Hao.

　　 The two set up a coffee table by the fish pond in the backyard of the house, and sat drinking tea.

　　 I don’t know that both of them are vulgar, and they don’t know much about the tea ceremony.

　　 "I heard that your hand hurts badly? Is it better?" Shen Hao glanced at Feilong's right hand and raised his chin.

Feilong smiled wryly, and when Master Shen asked about it, he didn't hide it anymore. He stretched out the hand that was originally in the sleeve on the right, and said with some nervous expression: "A little bit, a little hurt, I was caught by the dog without paying attention. The animal bit off a bit of flesh, but in fact, it doesn't matter."

　　 Small injury? Half of the palm is gone, and now only the thumb, index finger and **** are left. This is already disabled. Is it a minor injury?

　　 Feilong's anxiety was actually because he knew he was disabled now. And a physically disabled person is ominous in the old Jing dynasty's practice, at least in many scenes 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 talk about the handicapped people, who are too ugly and not so messy.

　　 Now that Feilong discovered that he was disabled, he was naturally worried about not being liked by Lord Shen, and then he was pulled down and thrown away as disabled. This worry hasn't stopped since he was bitten off half of his palm. People have lost more than ten catties during this period of time.

"You have the ability, it doesn't make much difference whether you hold a knife or not. What's more, don't you still have a left hand, you can make do with practice, you can always squeeze a fist if you can't? Why? That's it?" Shen Hao teased Time is cheering Feilong. He knew how Feilong lost half of his palm.

　　 The black market was revitalized before, so that the forces that had been hiding a long time ago that had coveted the big cake of the black market were about to move. The combination of casual cultivators or the aristocratic family and the cultivator began to secretly engage in actions, trying to reach in and take advantage of it. As for the largest and dominant black hand in the identity black market, the Flying Dragon naturally bears the brunt of these forces.

　　 It is said that Feilong sent his wife back to her hometown and hid her a year ago. The younger son returned to his hometown with his wife, and the elder son was thrown into the black flag camp in Licheng to be a school order.

Shen Hao is aware of the turmoil in the black market, and he had talked with Feilong just before the signs appeared, and used the southern frontier army and the secret agents of the Black Flag Battalion to make a round, and helped Feilong get a large number of weapons and weapons. Fulu as equipment gain. Coupled with the large number of fierce thugs cultivated by the flying dragon itself, it shouldn't be a big problem to deal with the turbulence.

　　 The fact is indeed the case. Although the period was accompanied by a lot of dangers, in the end the black market was still the final decision of the flying dragon, and those forces that tried to challenge the status of the flying dragon were driven away.

　　 It's just that one of the dangers required half of Feilong's palm. Now the injury has basically stabilized, but it is unrealistic to have a severed limb and rebirth.

　　 "My lord, the broken body of the flying insect is embarrassing to you!" As he said that, the flying dragon knelt down, his head hitting the ground with a little choked voice. He could hear that Lord Shen didn't mean to abandon him, and the stone in his heart had fallen to the ground.

　　 Shen Hao raised his hand, and then lifted the flying dragon who was kneeling on the ground in a huff. He smiled and said: "You should know that I have a commander named Lin Chen, who is notoriously ugly, and it is said that he is despised everywhere in Jingbei. But I think he is good, ruthless, and smart.

　　 Didn’t you just lose half of your palm, and didn’t delay anything. What can you shame on me? You are the one who loses me if you mess things up. Do you think I care about anything else?

　　 Don’t be the boss, who is always thinking about some sparse things. "

　　 After finishing speaking, Shen Hao poured Feilong a cup of tea and handed it over, while Feilong was agitated with snot and tears. After sitting down, he wiped his face vigorously.

　　 "Now the black market has completely stabilized. You only need to pick out a few disobedient people from time to time and kill them for everyone to see. Unless there is a major change, no one will be able to move your position in the future."

　　 "It's all thanks to you, an adult, otherwise the flying insects dare to talk about where they are, and I don't know where to feed the maggots in the stinky water ditch."

　　 waved his hand, Shen Hao was immune to the flattery of Feilong. This guy flattered as soon as he opened his mouth. He was still wiping his face and wiping tears and nasal mucus. It's also amazing.

　　 "Okay, where's the thing? Didn't you say you received it? Show me." Not wanting to wrestle with this guy anymore, Shen Hao just moved away from the conversation. He asked Feilong to collect calligraphy and paintings before. Feilong wrote back a few days ago saying that he got the baby. One of the purposes today is to see what the baby is.

　　 In fact, calligraphy and painting are also available in auction houses. But none of them were the kind of treasures Shen Hao wanted. Only in the black market there are some unclean cultural treasures that will circulate quietly. And these things were either taken away by someone and no longer see the sun, or they were watched by the auction house, washed a few times and then took them to the booth for auction.

"My lord, don’t worry, this time it’s definitely a rare treasure! Look at it!" Speaking of this flying dragon, he won’t have a runny nose or shed tears. He immediately took out a brocade box for himself and opened it. .

　　 "Don't, you put it on the coffee table, I open it myself~lightnovelpub.net~ Is your nose dirty? Go wash and come again!"

After blasting away the flying dragon, Shen Hao opened the brocade box by himself. Inside was a picture scroll. He held it in the air with infuriating energy. It was more than one metre long. In the unfolding of the flower scroll, there can be distinct seasonal changes, and people can see it, as if the scenery in the painting is alive.

　　 Look at the signature signature of this painting: Hui Ling.

　　 Shen Hao was taken aback for a moment. As far as he knew, there was no such figure as Wheeling among the more popular painters out there? Although this painting is definitely a rare masterpiece in the eyes of a layman, it is not a rare treasure if the painter is not good enough?

　　 In doubt, Feilong ran back after running to the pool to wash his face and hands clean and dry. Standing triumphantly behind Mr. Shen, he introduced: "My lord, this thing is invisible in the world. The authenticity of the real Huiling! This thing was brought to me by someone, and I will never get the money. !"

　　 "Huilling real person?" Shen Hao looked at Feilong in surprise.

　　 "Yeah! It's the real life of Huiling! I heard that he was left out in the chaos of war in the previous dynasty..."

　　 Shen Hao is so sure that this painting is not painted by an artist. Because Yang Zheng, the ancestor of the old Jing Dynasty imperial family, called "True Hui Ling"!

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