"He's dead?"

Zheng Fan felt the urge to yank hard at his own hair, a habit he usually reserved for when he was stuck on the plot of a manga he was creating.

They had all been busy the whole day, ambushing, killing, and running a marathon, only for the person they saved to die from the jolting?

Was this a joke?

"Let me see."

Blind Man Bei stepped forward and entered the carriage.

Zheng Fan followed, while the others could only watch from beside the carriage.

Inside the carriage, Blind Man Bei placed his hand on Ding Hao's wrist, closed his eyes, and looked serious.

"How's his pulse?" Zheng Fan asked.

Blind Man Bei sighed, his expression becoming even more grave.

"What's wrong?"

"My lord."

"Hmm?"

"I'm a psychologist."

"............" Zheng Fan.

Blind Man Bei shook his head and said, "I'm afraid he's a goner. No pulse or breath."

"This guy, he just died like that?"

"Yes."

Zheng Fan was a little dumbfounded, he exhaled and said:

"Alright, let's bury him then."

"Burying him would be a waste. Isn't there a flowerbed in the backyard? Chop him up, let him ferment and use him as fertilizer. That's what happened to those guys who died in the courtyard before."

Zheng Fan was stunned.

He often felt out of place with his subordinates because he wasn't perverted enough.

But since it was Blind Man Bei's suggestion, Zheng Fan could only suppress his discomfort and nodded:

"Alright, let's do it that way."

As soon as he finished speaking,

Ding Hao opened his eyes.

"This... this guy's awake, he's not dead!"

Zheng Fan pointed at Ding Hao's face in shock.

Blind Man Bei didn't seem surprised at all, and even managed to get in a quick flattery:

"As expected of my lord's teacher, after being touched by my lord's aura, he will naturally be blessed by the heavens."

Zheng Fan instinctively felt that something was wrong, but Blind Man Bei continued immediately:

"My lord, since we are formally taking him as a teacher, some necessary etiquette and treatment need to be negotiated. Please leave this matter to me, and I guarantee that tomorrow, my lord can begin true cultivation."

True cultivation in this world!

Zheng Fan nodded, he knew in his heart that this guy was pretending to be dead earlier, but he trusted Blind Man Bei's abilities, so he obediently got out of the carriage first.

But he still instructed:

"Talk it over nicely, try not to get violent."

Blind Man Bei nodded in agreement.

After only Blind Man Bei and Ding Hao remained in the carriage,

Blind Man Bei's empty eye sockets looked at Ding Hao,

He said slowly:

"Your tortoise breath technique is not bad.

Alright, next, let's have a good chat."

……………

Ancient people's houses emphasized multiple courtyards, but they were different from the later generations' siheyuan (courtyard houses). In addition, the "New Inn" was now pieced together from two houses, one in front and one behind, so even though many servants and girls lived there, there was still a lot of unused space.

Blind Man Bei found an empty room and had Fan Li put Ding Hao on a chair. He then personally moved a chair and sat opposite Ding Hao.

Fourth Madam also came, she naturally knew that this kind of negotiation might not be so civilized, so she prepared to watch from the side, there might be a chance for her to take action.

Fourth Madam, who had opened countless brothels and clubs, was actually best at torture.

She had created a set of tortures herself, which was to control an embroidered thread, let it wander and squirm in your body, and then slowly start to force its way into your brain under your clear perception.

Whether it was the upper or lower brain, it was incredibly terrifying.

"Blind Man, just tell me directly if you need me to take action."

Fourth Madam continued to knit what she was holding in her hands, it was a scarf. Originally, she wanted to knit a hat, but thinking that my lord would be going to work at the yamen in a few days, and that military uniforms and armor should be distributed then, so she changed it to a scarf.

Blind Man Bei shook his head, pointed at Ding Hao in front of him, and said:

"This is my lord's teacher, we must respect him."

"Oh, you're planning to use reason to convince him?"

"Isn't that right? I don't know what it is, but since I went blind, I've become more and more fond of reasoning with people, and my temper isn't as fiery as it used to be."

Ding Hao leaned back on the chair, balancing himself with his arms, not saying a word, acting as if he was quietly watching them act tough.

Finally, Blind Man Bei started to talk business.

"Let me introduce myself first, as you can see, I am a blind man, a useless person, fortunately, my master does not abandon me and gives me food to eat, you can call me Blind Man, if you want to be more polite, you can call me Mr. Bei.

Alas, you and I are both useless people, your tendons in your hands and feet have been severed, and I am blind, I think we are both fellow sufferers, we should be able to have that feeling of sympathy for each other, right?"

"A useless person?"

Ding Hao stared carefully at Blind Man Bei, as if trying to confirm whether the other party was joking.

You must know that,

Not long ago,

It was this blind man who called himself a "useless person" who had used a erhu string in front of him to strangle the head of the assassin who killed Wang Li.

"We are a very friendly group, we have always been committed to world peace and development, we are a gentle organization.

Our organization's purpose is love and peace, no war, no killing, no harm."

Blind Man Bei spoke nonsense in a serious tone,

Then he clasped his hands together and arched them upwards,

"Our master, he has always wanted to be a martial artist, he has always had a chivalrous dream, to eliminate violence and bring peace, to act chivalrously and righteously.

So, we invited you here to be a teacher for our master, to teach him the ways of martial arts cultivation."

Ding Hao automatically filtered out the previous paragraph in his mind, but the latter paragraph made Ding Hao narrow his eyes and immediately laugh:

"You want me, a useless person, to teach the person behind you martial arts?"

"Yes."

Blind Man Bei nodded very seriously.

Immediately, a thick look of disappointment appeared on Ding Hao's face, he pursed his lips and muttered:

"Hehe, I thought you were people sent by the imperial court."

"We are not yet."

Blind Man Bei replied.

"Oh?" Ding Hao asked with some doubt, "You are people from the imperial court?"

"Well, you can understand it this way, because our master will be going to Hutou City Yamen in two days to take office, he is a Xiaowei (Colonel)."

Xiaowei, this official position is a general term, because of the chaos in the Yan country's official system, basically, anyone who is above the level of a small soldier centurion can be called a Xiaowei.

Of course, here, what Blind Man Bei actually meant was that we can also be called the imperial court in the future.

"Since you are people from the imperial court, how dare you do such a thing?"

"I think these are all trivial matters, if the imperial court finds out, the imperial court can of course ask, but you, shouldn't be asking this question."

"Why?"

"Because if we hadn't taken action, you would have died already, and you wouldn't be able to sit in front of me and ask this question."

"That's true."

"Let's talk about the treatment, as long as you can teach our master martial arts, during the time you are a teacher, we will ensure your safety, as well as luxurious food and clothing and personal service, in addition, the salary will also be…………"

Ding Hao suddenly interrupted Blind Man Bei's words and said:

"Did I say that I agreed to be your………… that master's teacher?"

Fourth Madam put down the knitting in her hand and took two steps forward.

Blind Man Bei raised his hand and blocked Fourth Madam.

"What, planning to use torture?"

A disdainful smile appeared on Ding Hao's face.

He had been a military officer, killed his superior's entire family, been a bandit, and suffered torture after being captured by the Zhenbei Army (Northern Garrison Army), it could be said that he had seen it all.

Of course, he had pretended to be dead earlier using the tortoise breath technique, thinking about whether he could escape in the chaos.

But right now, he wasn't stubbornly refusing to teach, but this matter was like doing business, you quote a price, I cut the price, everyone can have a good chat.

Even though his life was in other people's hands right now, Ding Hao didn't care at all, because his life was already worthless, there was nothing to be reluctant about.

"Yo yo yo, this old lady has seen too many guys who are heroes before torture and cowards after torture, you should let…………"

"Fourth Madam, I said, this is my lord's teacher."

A look of anger appeared on Fourth Madam's face, but she still took a step back.

"Since he is my lord's teacher, we must give him respect, after all, in the future, my lord needs to learn the path of martial arts from him."

"But he…………"

Blind Man Bei raised his voice and continued to scold:

"Moreover, my lord has also taught us to convince people with virtue, and to have a good talk with him."

Fourth Madam glanced at Blind Man Bei and simply retreated to her previous position, picked up her knitting and started working again.

Blind Man Bei turned his head back and continued to face Ding Hao with his empty eye sockets,

He smiled gently,

And said:

"Next, let's have a good talk."

"We can talk, but you must satisfy my three…………"

Blind Man Bei suddenly turned sideways,

Ignoring Ding Hao's words,

He shouted to Fourth Madam standing behind him:

"Right, Fourth Madam, the wife of the patrol city Xiaowei Wang Li shorted me one Wen (Chinese penny) when she had her fortune told the day before yesterday, go kill her entire family now."

"……..." Ding Hao.

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This is the third chapter today, well, because I can't explode too much during the new book period, but Long still tries to not cut off chapters and not hold everyone back, connecting to the plot of the previous chapter.

I will try to explode after the book is put on the shelves on December 1st, in this book, Long will not be a salted fish.

Don't panic,

Hold on to Long!