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The martial arts tournament was still in its preliminary rounds, so the number of spectators wasn't too large. The burly man showed his contestant's badge and pointed towards Ning Ji, and the guard allowed him to enter.

He had been injured the day before, and his arm was still bandaged. After much chattering, it turned out he wanted to buy medicine from Ning Ji.

"Little brother, I tried it yesterday, and your wound medicine and cloth are really good! It's just a pity that those brutes messed around and spilled the medicine. We roam the Jianghu and often get injured. It's rare to find such good stuff, so I wanted to buy more from you for future use. Oh, and let me introduce myself, I'm Huang Shan, the 'Shan' of 'mountain peak'. What's your name, little brother?"

The burly man was chattering away and clearly hadn't showered, reeking of sweat. Ning Ji glanced at his wound, noticing the dirty bandages. He was disgusted – he himself used to be filthy before studying medicine, but he became fastidious after becoming a doctor, treating him like a dead man. "The wound medicine is not for sale."

"Hey, little brother, don't say that. We roam the Jianghu, relying on our parents at home and friends when we're out. You help me, I help you, and everyone has more options. Look, I'm not asking for it for free. I brought silver. Look at your coat, it's old and patched up. I don't think you're from a wealthy family. The military's medicine, you can use it freely anyway, right? Sell me some this time. I have three strings of cash here. How much can I buy?"

Ning Ji looked at the money, turned his head away, hesitated for a moment, and looked again. "Three strings is a lot. You only need this much for yourself?"

"No, I'm also buying for my fellow disciples who came with me. When you're roaming the Jianghu, it's always good to be prepared. Based on my injury, enough for twenty people, three strings, how about it?"

"The Huaxia Army's medicine is limited. My family's all gone, and they only gave me this job because of that. I won't break the rules for three strings of cash."

Ning Ji shook his head. The burly man was about to speak when Ning Ji held out his hand and said, "You need to add money. At least five strings."

"You kid, you're asking for the moon!"

"Then go buy it at the pharmacy outside the gate. It's about the same price."

"That pharmacy..." The burly man hesitated for a moment, then said, "Alright, five strings, enough for twenty people, that works."

Ning Ji nodded. "That's too much to take now. Since you're participating in the tournament, you'll be here until at least September. Pay one string as a deposit first. We'll settle the balance when you leave in early September."

The burly man was stunned when he heard this, his eyes darting around before he said, "This... this business is dragging on for too long. My brothers and I will be here for two or three months, practicing and sparring. It's inevitable that we'll get hurt. You're already asking for five strings, that's not right. How about delivering the goods in three days and settling the balance then? You know, we martial artists are used to the dangers of the Jianghu. It's more reassuring to have things by our side. Money is just a material possession..."

He looked obviously flustered. As he spoke, his eyes were fixed on Ning Ji. Ning Ji glanced at him again, a flash of triumph in his eyes, but he didn't say much. "Three days for delivery, seven strings of cash. Otherwise, it's until September."

The burly man named Huang Shan was silent for a while. "Alright. Seven strings it is, enough for twenty people. I, Huang Shan, will consider you a friend. By the way, little brother, what's your name?"

"My surname is Long, name is Aotian."

"Alright, Brother Long, it's settled then. I'll give you one string as a deposit now." Huang Shan clearly wanted to complete the deal quickly. He slid a string of cash into Ning Ji's hand, and Ning Ji carefully put it away. Huang Shan continued, "By the way, my boss is coming to compete the day after tomorrow afternoon. If it's convenient, how about we meet then to make the exchange?"

"Up to you."

"Brother Long is straightforward." He had obviously come with a mission and tried his best to appear shrewd in his previous words. When the deal was done, he relaxed and started chattering again, casually inquiring about "Brother Long's" background while commenting on the matches on stage. When Ning Ji became impatient, he finally took his leave.

Ning Ji didn't pay him much attention. Only after the matches ended for the day did he go to the backstage of the martial arts arena to look at Huang Shan's information. Increasing the seriously overpriced medicine from three strings to five strings was already excessive, and spending seven strings to get it was insane. This brute named Huang Shan had no experience in negotiation. If ordinary people valued money, doubling three strings to six strings would be a sticking point. He casually asked for seven strings, just waiting for him to haggle. Not even haggling over the price meant he was either stupid or desperate.

These people came to Chengdu to participate in the tournament, and they couldn't provide too much detailed information when registering, and the information might be fake. Ning Ji just glanced at it, and that was enough. That day, he wore a white coat, carried his medicine chest, and went home. On the way, he vaguely noticed that he was being followed.

He had grown up in places like Xiaocang River and Daxiaoliang Mountain, and he wasn't well-trained in identifying someone tailing him in a crowd. It was difficult to tell when there were many people on the road, but when he reached a remote and deserted place, the suspicion became obvious. At this time, the afternoon sun still seemed golden. As he walked, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"The bad guys are finally here!"

His face was expressionless, but his body was trembling with excitement. As he moved forward, his steps were unsteady, his left foot tripping over his right. He stumbled and fell to the ground with a thud under the shade of a tree by the riverbank.

The skinny man tailing him hid in the corner of the wall. He saw the little doctor carrying the box get up from the ground, kicking all the stones on the ground into the river one by one, venting his anger before limping back. In the afternoon sun, he confirmed that this cold-faced little doctor had no martial arts skills.

Coming to Chengdu alone, he was arranged to live in a small courtyard in a corner of the city. The internal affairs department of the Huaxia Army was not careless about arranging Ning Ji's identity. If someone with ulterior motives inquired nearby, they could probably gather the story that the boy had no family and relied on his father's pension from the Huaxia Army to buy an old courtyard in Chengdu.

Of course, if someone really inquired to this extent, it was hard to say which member of the Huaxia Army the inquirer would face in the future. Ning Ji didn't care too much about this. He just hoped that the other party wouldn't pry too much. Those people responsible for the safety of his parents were all like Grandpa Chen Tuozi, who was ruthless in those days. They weren't as kind as he was.

The external arrangements weren't likely to have too many flaws. Ning Ji couldn't guess how far the other party would go. He just quickly cleaned up the traces of martial arts practice in the courtyard after returning to his solitary residence.

He usually practiced too much with the wooden targets for his sabre, so it took him nearly an hour to clean up. Then, he lit a fire and cooked a simple meal. During this process, the tracker with excellent Qinggong secretly broke into the courtyard and carefully examined the layout of the courtyard. Ning Ji only scared him away by taking his rice bowl to the door when he was about to enter his bedroom.

As the sun set, and Ning Ji slowly finished his dinner under the eaves outside the bedroom, the tracker finally left – obviously, the other party also had to eat. Ning Ji peeked over the wall for a while, and after confirming that the man had left and wouldn't return, he further hid the things in the bedroom that could reveal his identity. Then, he put on clothes suitable for nighttime action, carried a small package containing a waterskin, and prepared to meet Hou Yuanyong, whom he had agreed to meet during the day.

The part of the play involving Qu Longjun and Wen Shoubin was about to enter a critical moment, and he didn't want to miss it.

Leaving the small courtyard, the city, near and far, was immersed in a hazy sea of lights. Ning Ji's heart was agitated. This was life! He had originally thought about running off to participate in the arena and kill everyone, but that kind of thing wasn't as exciting as today. He had discovered the cheap dog's conspiracy and was also being targeted by another group of bad guys. When the other party started to make trouble, he would strike with a sabre, and then he could stand in the darkness with his hands on his hips and laugh at them. Just thinking about it made him happy.

Although at first glance, this behavior wasn't very upright and was a bit like a petty person's actions, as his father had taught him, he didn't need to talk about Jianghu morality when dealing with those scoundrels.

"Hahahaha..."

He practiced it once in an empty alley with his hands on his hips, then looked left and right, feeling slightly ashamed. So, he decided to practice more later.

The agreed location was halfway between his residence and Wen Shoubin's courtyard. After meeting Hou Yuanyong, the latter told Ning Ji the basic information about the "Shangong" Guan Shanhai, as well as a rough description of his relationships, accomplices, and information brokers within the city that he had some control over. This investigative information was not allowed to be disseminated, so Ning Ji could only understand and memorize it on the spot. Fortunately, the other party's methods weren't violent. Ning Ji only needed to strike when Qu Longjun officially took action.

On the other hand, the people in the intelligence department were all clever. Even though he had privately asked Hou Yuanyong for help, even if the other party didn't report it, they would definitely investigate Guan Shanhai thoroughly in private. That didn't matter. He would take care of Guan Shanhai himself. He only needed the cheap dog on Wen Shoubin's side. There were too many targets, and he would have to share the fun sooner or later.

"By the way, Brother Yong." After understanding the information, Ning Ji chatted casually with Hou Yuanyong, remembering Huang Shan and the tracker from today. "There seem to be a lot of people entering the city with ulterior motives recently?"

"There are many targets, and we can't keep an eye on all of them. Little Ji, you know, the most troublesome thing is their ideas, which are constantly changing." Hou Yuanyong frowned. "These people from outside, some of them initially just want to observe. After seeing halfway, they want to test the waters. If they really find any flaws, they'll want to take action. If it's possible to tear our Huaxia Army apart, they'll take action. But we can't just kill people because of this possibility, so we're maintaining a tight inner guard while appearing relaxed on the outside, being vigilant every day."

He paused here, then shook his head. "There's no way. The higher-ups are right about this. Since we've taken over this territory, if we don't have the ability, we'll be finished sooner or later. Whatever hurdle we have to cross, we'll have to cross it eventually."

Ning Ji nodded. "So many greenwoodsmen are coming in for this martial arts tournament. They used to try to assassinate and sabotage. There should be people like that this time too, right?"

Hearing him ask about this, Hou Yuanyong laughed. "There aren't many of those right now. In the past, when we rebelled, the people who came to assassinate us were mostly mobs and hotheads. We've long had ways to deal with them. You know the methods. All greenwoodsmen who want to form groups can't succeed."

Ning Ji naturally knew the method that Hou Yuanyong was talking about. In the past, when a group of passionate greenwoodsmen wanted to come and assassinate, the Huaxia Army's informants arranged in the vicinity would disguise themselves as their comrades and join in. Due to the influence of the Zhuji, the Huaxia Army's surveillance of the Jianghu had always been deep. If dozens or hundreds of people gathered with great fanfare to assassinate Heart Demon, and a grain of sand was mixed in, the rest would be wiped out.

There were even several senior anti-"Black" heroes in the Jianghu who were actually undercover agents arranged by the Huaxia Army. Such a thing had been exposed twice. Later on, teams that wanted to assassinate Heart Demon to gain fame could no longer be formed. Then, various rumors flew around, and the situation of the greenwoodsmen's demon-slaying cause became extremely awkward.

In such a situation, even Lin Zongwu, the "Number One Under Heaven" who initially had a huge grudge against the Huaxia Army, would be suspected of being a spy recruited by Ning Yi in the rumors.

Lin Zongwu couldn't explain the whole thing. He might even suspect that the Zhuji deliberately smeared him in private, but he couldn't say it. Everything he said would be garbage. Naturally, he wouldn't bother to explain. He had been active in the Central Plains with a disciple for these years, and no one dared to really ask him this question in front of him – or if there were, they would certainly be dead.

"With the Zhuji's propaganda efforts in recent years, even if that Lin Zongwu wants to come and assassinate, it's estimated that no one would respond. The rest of the greenwoodsmen can't achieve anything either." On the dim street, Hou Yuanyong said this inside story with a smile, which might be beaten to death by the world's number one expert. "However, some other forces have joined in this time in Chengdu, which is a bit tricky."

"What?"

"The aristocratic families." Hou Yuanyong said, "Although the Huaxia Army was once at odds with the world, we were isolated in a corner. The Wu Dynasty would send troops to suppress us, and the greenwoodsmen would come to assassinate us for fame. But these aristocratic families were more willing to do business with us, taking advantage of us and watching us get into trouble. But after the Southwest War, the situation is different. Dai Mengwei and Wu Qimei are already mortal enemies with us, and many other forces have sent people to Chengdu."

"Like I said, what they plan to do this time, they themselves aren't sure. First observe, then test the waters. If they really find a way, or if a group of people unite and get caught up in a fit of passion, it's not impossible to start a fight. These aristocratic families all have their own guards and private servants. The greenwoodsmen are unreliable, but these people are reliable. As far as we know now, the guards and instructors from the families of some big clans have all signed up to participate in the martial arts tournament. Many experts from the army will take action next month to beat them down and let them know that we're not easy to mess with. That way, they might be more cautious and restrained."

"Humph!" A fierce look flashed between Ning Ji's eyebrows. "If they have the guts, they should just take action. It would be best to slaughter them all!"

"Alas, I want to do that too." Hou Yuanyong patted Ning Ji's shoulder. "But the higher-ups said that we should let them come in completely and try our best to let them leave completely so that we can do business with them in the future. At most, we can kill a few to warn the monkeys. Once we move too much, it will be considered our failure. Little Ji, if you're not comfortable, you can go participate in the arena matches, but you can't kill them."

"No fun." Ning Ji shook his head, then smiled at Hou Yuanyong. "I'll just be a doctor. Thank you, Brother Yong. I'll go first."

"Don't make too much trouble." Hou Yuanyong waved his hand with a smile.

After talking with Hou Yuanyong, Ning Ji roughly understood that Huang Shan's identity was probably a guard or family servant from some large clan. Although he might take action against them, he was probably still in an uncertain state.

The bad guys were going to come and make trouble. They hadn't done anything wrong, but they still had to consider what these bad guys were thinking. Killing too many wasn't allowed. His father had mentioned the reasons for these things. Hou Yuanyong's words naturally also came from his father, but no matter what, he could never like such things.

The world of adults was restrained and not fun. He went to the more interesting cheap people like Wen Shoubin.

It was still early, and he didn't go swimming that night. He went to the vicinity of the courtyard and changed into night-action clothes. When he flipped into the courtyard from the side, there was only one figure in the courtyard bordering the small river. It was Qu Longjun in her white clothes, standing outside the pavilion by the river, looking at the river in the night, seemingly reciting poetry.

A lantern with an orange glow illuminated the ground with gentleness. White dresses floated gently in the night breeze, and the distant Chengdu night scene was across the river. Qu Longjun was mumbling something. "The little cheap dog is quite classy." Ning Ji quietly climbed down from the courtyard wall, hid in the artificial mountain below, and stretched out his finger to flick at a toad on a strange rock in front of him.

The toad flew out, and the little cheap dog in front of him also jumped into the river with a splash.

Ning Ji was stunned.

Wearing a skirt to swim is inconvenient, right?

Take it off and swim?

That doesn't seem good either.

His cheeks warmed slightly.

Then he really struggled, not knowing how to save someone.

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