Chapter 397 Wherever There Is Interest, All Beings Are Equal

The four of Qin and Yang sat in the room, waiting quietly.

Qiao Wei looked at Qin Yang with strange eyes, her eyes flickering, as if a flower had bloomed on Qin Yang's face.

Although Falcon and Shaoyao also felt a bit surprised, it was only for a moment. They had known that Qin Yang was a practitioner, and they were only surprised by the word "hidden door".

They have been with Qin Yang day and night for several years, and they have shared life and death countless times. They are already aware of Qin Yang's outstanding abilities, but they just don't know the specific origin of Qin Yang.

Qin Yang was also very uncomfortable being stared at by Qiao Wei. He smiled helplessly and said: "Why are you looking at me like this? I don't have any flowers on my face?"

Qiao Wei snorted coldly: "You hid it deeply enough. Did you finally tell the story today? Hidden Gate, what's the origin? Does it sound powerful?"

Qin Yang was a little helpless, but when he told this matter, he had no intention of hiding it from Qiao Wei, and the identity of a practitioner was actually not a shameful thing. He kept a low profile in the school, but he just didn't want to be stared at by tens of thousands of students with strange eyes. Just put it on.

Qiao Wei is Wen Yuyan's best friend, and she will know her identity sooner or later, so Qin Yang didn't avoid her just now.

"Do you know the Chinese practitioners?"

Qiao Wei was stunned for a moment, and her eyes suddenly lit up: "Are you a practitioner?"

Qin Yang hummed, and then smiled bitterly and said: "Do you think that an ordinary person can beat a street full of experienced gangsters with swords and sticks? Even if he has practiced fighting skills, his two fists will be hard to beat with four hands. "

Qiao Wei was stunned, with a look of remorse on her face: "Yeah, why didn't I think about it? I was still shocked at the time. How could this guy be so good at beating him? He was hit with several sticks on his back by steel rollers. It’s just a little trauma, some redness and swelling, this is totally unreasonable, I’m such a pig!”

Qin Yang was amused by Qiao Wei's words and couldn't help laughing.

Qiao Wei was laughed at by Qin Yang, and she suddenly became a little angry: "You are laughing, you are not honest at all, you have been keeping me in the dark, and you still have the nerve to laugh!"

Qin Yang raised his hands and forcibly suppressed the smile on his face: "Okay, I won't laugh, I won't laugh... Haha..."

Before Qin Yang finished speaking, he couldn't help laughing again. Qiao Wei was so angry that she reached out and slapped Qin Yang's arm hard: "Stop laughing, tell me what this hidden door is about." ?”

Qin Yang restrained his smile and explained: "There are many families or sects of practitioners, and each of them practices different techniques. Well, you can think of it as the various sects in the ancient world. Each sect has its own unique martial arts. Yinmen is a very unique branch of science. It can be summed up in eight words. "

Shaoyao, who was listening nearby, couldn't help but interrupt and asked: "Which eight characters?"

Qin Yang raised his chin slightly, with a bit of concealed pride on his face: "Eternal Hidden Sect, a single lineage!"

"What does it mean to be passed down by one lineage?"

Qin Yang explained: "There is only one disciple in each generation, and they are passed on one by one, and so on."

Qiao Wei's eyes widened in surprise: "It's just one, so you won't be afraid of some accidents that will break the inheritance."

Qin Yang smiled and said: "Of course there are other ways to prevent the inheritance from being interrupted. In history, there have indeed been many cases where the inheritance was interrupted due to the death of Yin Sect disciples, but in the end they were all continued."

"That's really amazing. By the way, your master is a practitioner, so are Yuyan's parents also practitioners?"

Qin Yang smiled and said, "Aunt Qiu is, but Uncle Wen is not."

Qiao Wei snorted and suddenly her eyes lit up: "You are so powerful. If I have any difficulties in the future, I will ask you for help."

Qin Yang smiled casually and said, "Okay."

While they were chatting, Qi Hong walked in, sat down opposite Qin Yang, and said politely: "Mr. Qin, I wonder if your master is okay?"

Qin Yang smiled and said: "I'm sorry for you, my master eats well and sleeps well, everything is worry-free."

Qi Hong sighed: "More than twenty years ago, Mr. Mo entered Zhonghai alone and was in the limelight. His magnanimity made countless people heartbroken. I once dealt with Mr. Mo once, although it was just a one-time encounter. That incident But I always keep it in mind and dare not forget..."

Qin Yang asked curiously: "Can I ask Lao Qi what happened between you and my master?"

Qi Hong's eyes showed a look of reminiscence: "Back then, I was just an insignificant outer disciple of the Thieving Sect. That time Mr. Mo came to talk to an elder from our Thieving Sect. I was helping run errands. At that time, I had an accident. My foot was already lame, so I took Mr. Mo to do some errands. After about half a day, when the work was done, I said goodbye and left. But Mr. Mo stopped me, took the initiative to look at my foot, gave me acupuncture, and gave me some I prescribed medicine..."

Qi Hong's face showed admiration and excitement: "I am just an insignificant disciple of the thieves, but just because I led Mr. Mo to do some small things, Mr. Mo probably saw that I was lame, so he helped me heal my foot. For a penny, you must know that at that time, Mr. Mo was regarded as the reincarnation of Hua Tuo by Zhonghai. I don’t know how many dignitaries were willing to spend thousands of dollars to seek treatment from Mr. Mo, but he was willing to treat me, an unknown person. "

"Perhaps Mr. Mo is just following his whim, or he sees me as too pitiful, or he thinks it is just a small effort, but in any case, to me, Mr. Mo is like the sun in the sky, and I am just an ant on the ground. , but he chatted and laughed with me during that half-day, without looking down on me at all, and in the end he took the initiative to help me heal my injury. I will never forget this kindness in my life! "

Qin Yang smiled and nodded: "I see. In the eyes of my master, there is no distinction between dignitaries and common people. They are all equal. It's just that whether he is willing to treat a disease depends on his mood and has nothing to do with anything else."

After a slight pause, Qin Yang asked: "Lao Qi, what is your current position in the thieves' sect?"

Qi Hong said with a look of shame: "I am not talented enough to become a cultivator, so I have never entered the inner sect. I just took advantage of my old age to sneak into the position of the leader of the Zhonghai Branch of the Thieving Sect..."

Qin Yang smiled and said: "That's not bad. How many apprentices and disciples support you."

Qiao Wei next to her snorted coldly. She was a policeman, and the Qi Hong in front of her could be said to be the ancestor of thieves in Zhonghai. How could she like him?

Qin Yang naturally noticed Qiao Wei's reaction, but ignored her. In this world, there are three religions and nine schools, each with its own way of life. Even if you want to control it, can you control it?

Anyway, if you are responsible for paying for what you do, that's fine.

Thieves steal money, police catch thieves, everyone does their own thing.

At this moment, the man in his thirties who opened the door walked in with two young men. The two young men were the same two people Qin Yang and others had met on the road before, but both of them had a look on their faces. Unnatural.

When Qi Hong saw the two of them, he turned around and said with a smile: "Sneer, you brat has no eyes for stealing things. Take the things out quickly. Mr. Qin said that as long as you return the property to the original owner, you will not be held responsible." "

When the two young men heard what Qi Hong said, they looked at each other. The leading young man named Leng Xiao scratched his head and said in embarrassment: "That thing... that thing was damaged by us..."