It was still in the house hidden in the alley on the back street of Haocheng, Shen Hao saw Feilong, who had not seen for a long time.

What has not changed is the big bald head, the flattering smile on his face, and the waist that seems to never be straightened in front of Shen Hao.

The two of them set up a coffee table beside the fish pond in the backyard of the house, sitting opposite each other drinking tea.

I don’t know that both of them are vulgar and generally don’t know what the tea ceremony is, but they still learn from others to taste tea, which is extremely awkward.

"I heard that your hand is very injured? Is it better?" Shen Hao took off the tea in his hand and glanced at Feilong's right hand and raised his chin.

Feilong smiled embarrassedly. Seeing Lord Shen ask, he stopped hiding it. He stretched out his hand that was originally huddled in his right sleeve and said with some tantrum: "A little bit, a little bit of injury. I was bitten off by the dog and beast if I didn't pay attention. In fact, it's not a problem."

Small injury? Half of the palm is gone, now only the big thumb, index finger and middle finger are left. This is already broken, and it is called small injury?

Feilong's uneasiness was actually because he knew that he was now considered disabled. A person with a physical body was ominous in the customs of the Jingwu Dynasty, at least in many cases, he was the kind of person who needed to be removed. Especially in the official career system, there were unwritten rules in this regard. Not to mention the incomplete people, they were not so easy to mess with if they were too ugly.

Now Feilong found that he was disabled, so he was worried that he would not be liked by Lord Shen, and then he was pulled down and thrown away as a disabled person. This worry never stopped since he was bitten half of his palm. During this period, people were worried that they had lost more than ten pounds.

"Your ability is not very different from whether you hold a knife or not. What's more, you still have your left hand, and you can do whatever you want to practice. If you really can't clench your fists, right? Why? You're so scared?" Shen Hao was cheering Feilong while teasing. He knew how Feilong threw away half of his palm.

The black market has revived its vitality, which has caused the forces that have been hiding for a long time to covet the big cake of the black market to be motivated. The union of casual cultivators, aristocratic families and cultivators, have begun to secretly make moves to reach out to get benefits. The biggest and dominant black hands in the black market, Feilong is naturally the first to face these forces.

It is said that Feilong sent his wife back to his hometown a year ago and hid her. The younger son went back to his hometown with his wife, and the eldest son was thrown into the Black Banner Camp in Licheng as a school magistrate. He was bare-handed in the black market, looking as if he was covered in water and soil.

Shen Hao knew about the turmoil in the black market. He had talked with Feilong when the signs had occurred before, and used the spies from the southern border army and the Black Flag Camp to make a game, help Feilong get a large number of weapons and talismans as equipment gains. In addition, the large number of vicious thugs trained by Feilong itself, it should be no problem to deal with the turmoil.

This is true. Although there were many dangers during the period, Feilong still had the final say in the black market, and those forces who tried to challenge Feilong's status were driven away.

However, one of them was dangerous to ask Feilong for half a palm. Now the injury has basically stabilized, but it is unrealistic to have to be reborn with broken limbs.

"Sir, Feizhu's broken body is embarrassing you!" Feilong knelt down, his head stuck on the ground and his voice was a little choked. He could hear that Lord Shen had no intention of abandoning him, and the stone in his heart had fallen to the ground.

Shen Hao raised his hand, and when his true energy was surging, he raised the flying dragon kneeling on the ground and smiled and said, "You should know that there is a commander named Lin Chen under my command. That is famously ugly. It is said that people are despised everywhere in Jingbei. But I think he is good, cruel and smart enough.

You just have half of your palm missing, and you don’t delay anything. What can you embarrass me? If you mess up the matter, you will lose me. Do you think I will care about anything else?

Don't always think about some crumbly things."

After saying that, Shen Hao poured a cup of tea for Feilong, and Feilong was very excited with tears in his nose and tears. After sitting down, he kept wiping his face.

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

"It's all for you to be blessed, so I won't know where to talk about the location of the flying insects? I'll die in which stinky ditch to feed the maggots."

After waving his hand, Shen Hao was immune to the flattery of Feilong. This guy flattered him just by opening his mouth, and he was still wiping his face and wiping his tears and snot, and he could flatter him smoothly. It was also amazing.

"Okay, where is the thing? Didn't you say you received it? Take it to me and take a look." Without wanting to argue with this guy anymore, Shen Hao moved the conversation away. He asked Feilong to collect calligraphy and paintings. Feilong replied a few days ago that he had got the treasure. One of the purposes today is to see what treasure is.

In fact, calligraphy and paintings are also available in the auction house. But they are not the kind of treasures that Shen Hao wants. Only some cultural relics and treasures that are not clean from the black market will quietly flow. These things are either taken away by others and no longer seen by the sun, or they are targeted by the auction house, washed several times and then taken to the booth for auction.

"Sir, don't worry, this time is definitely a rare treasure! Look at it!" When talking about this flying dragon, he didn't runny nose or cry. In an instant, he took out a brocade box for himself with a high spirit and was about to open it.

"Don't, you put it on the coffee table, I will open it myself. Is your snot dirty on one hand dirty? Go and wash and come again!"

After Shen Hao bombarded the flying dragon, he opened the brocade box himself. Inside it was a scroll, and he used his true energy to hold it in the air, which was more than one meter long. The painting was a landscape scroll, which was very freehand and very special in coloring. It seemed that as the flower scroll spread, there could be a clear seasonal change and people could see it, as if the scenery in the painting became vivid.

Let’s look at the signature and seal of this painting: Huiling.

Shen Hao was slightly stunned. As far as he knew, there was no such figure as Huiling among the more popular painters outside. Although this painting is definitely a rare masterpiece to him, if the painter is not of a high level, it is not a rare treasure, right?

In a puzzled manner, Feilong ran back to the side of the pond, washed his hands and wiped them dry. He stood proudly behind Lord Shen and introduced: "Sir, this thing is not visible in the world. The authentic works of Master Huiling! Someone used this thing to pay my life. I will definitely not get the money alone!"

"True person Huiling?" Shen Hao looked at Feilong in surprise.

"Yeah! It's the original work of Huiling's Master! I heard that he was wandering outside during the war in the previous dynasty..."
Chapter completed!