Chapter 382: Treasure Hall (Part 2)

Han Yi, dressed in a Confucian robe, a turban on his head, and a fluttering blue robe, walked on this busy commercial street, with a temperament of a young man from an aristocratic family, going out for fun.

However, under his seemingly tender and harmless appearance, only he himself knew what kind of terrifying explosive power was hidden in his body.

He slowly came out of the restaurant, came to the side of the road, and waved.

"Sir, where are you going?" A coachman asked in a low voice with a smile.

"Jubaotang." Han Yi slowly entered the carriage.

"Okay, sit down, sir." The coachman raised his whip, making a crackling sound in the air, and suddenly, the old horse raised its four hooves and moved slowly.

"What's new in Huayang City recently?" Han Yi was bored sitting inside, so he just chatted.

"New things? There are really a lot of them." The coachman responded with a smile.

People like him who walk around the streets all day long, soliciting work and receiving customers everywhere, like to brag and joke with people around them when they are free, and are well-informed about all kinds of gossip in the city.

"Do you know the eldest son of the You family? The one nicknamed Long Yangzi?" The carriage whispered.

"Long Yangzi, the one who likes Long Yang..." Han Yi asked back.

"Shhh..." The coachman hurriedly stopped him, "Sir, keep your voice down, don't let the people of the You family hear this."

"The eldest son of the You family is very good at martial arts, and he has a good time with handsome men every night, drinking and having sex, which is so cool, but it's a pity..." He said mysteriously, which made people ask.

"What's wrong?" Han Yi made a proper joke.

"I heard that the eldest son of the You family went out to pick chrysanthemums..." He winked, and it was obvious that picking chrysanthemums did not mean picking chrysanthemums in the true sense.

"I saw a handsome man, and I was so shocked that I wanted to force myself on him. Unfortunately, the handsome man had practiced the Iron Butt Kung Fu, and he crushed the eldest son of the You family to death."

"......."

Han Yi was speechless, and three black lines appeared on his forehead. How could he die in such a way?

It is estimated that the coachman heard some false information from somewhere and made up rumors here.

At that moment, he shook his head.

It seems that he thought too much and wanted to get important information from such a person. This kind of storyline will appear in novels and stories.

In the false reality, an ordinary person from all walks of life can involve several major secrets with a casual word.

In the real reality, the lower the level, the more false the news they know. The things they heard have undoubtedly been castrated and hidden layer by layer, and are not credible.

Just like the death of the eldest son of the You family, maybe there are some hidden secrets, which are exposed in this way.

"However, once the eldest son of the You family dies, the names of the three young masters of Huayang City will change again." He didn't want to listen, but the coachman seemed to have opened a chatterbox and kept talking.

Han Yi closed his eyes and rested, and responded with a few "hmm" and "ah".

"Do you know the three major families of Huayang? You must know." The coachman was suddenly excited when talking about these gossips, "The three young masters of Huayang are the three most outstanding ones among the three major families.

Of course, the outstanding here refers to high cultivation, strong strength, and good fighting.

Before, the eldest son of the You family, although he was not a good person and often came to the street to rob beautiful men, his cultivation was first-class. It is said that even the strength of the seven heads of Jingtian Manor is comparable."

Han Yi opened his eyes and was a little surprised.

To be able to be comparable to the head of the dean, doesn't that mean that he must at least be close to the level of a master? !

Just like the head of the academy, Zhong Yunxiu, he still hasn't seen through his true strength.

"Not bad, continue."

Encouraged, the coachman became more excited: "The eldest son of the You family is dead, and the remaining ones are Fang Jiulian of the Fang family and Hu Ping, the eldest son of the Hu family.

Among them... Actually, before, it was the eldest son of the You family and Fang Jiulian who were really powerful, especially the latter.

This Fang Jiulian is very talented and was valued by the Taoist priest of Yuanmiao Sect early on. He was sent to the mountains to study. After becoming a master, he joined the government army. It is said that he had achieved great success ten years ago and served as an officer and general. No one knows what realm he has reached now.

Everyone only knows that when the Fang family encounters problems in Huayang City, they will ask for help from this eldest son. It can be said that he can do what the Fang family can do, and the Fang family can't do it. He can do what can be done.

As long as Mr. Fang takes action, there is almost nothing that cannot be solved in Yunzhou. "

"From what you said, the first two are so powerful, what about the last one, Hu Ping?"

"Hu Ping, Mr. Hu..." The coachman shook his head, "No, no, this person is not good. Mr., you don't know, this Hu family has a small population, and in this generation, there is only Hu Ping, a male.

He is completely a bonus, and there is no way to be listed as one of the three great masters. Anyway, this person is as his name suggests, his strength is mediocre, just average..."

While talking, the carriage drove smoothly all the way, turned a few corners, passed through a square vegetable market, and soon came to a relatively quiet place.

This is the famous antique street in Huayang City. Along both sides of the street, there are large and small shops and stalls selling antiques, calligraphy and paintings, and it is difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

Han Yi also arrived.

"Okay, Mr., come again next time." The coachman took the silver with a smile and greeted the next customer.

"Jubao Hall... I hope there will be something to gain here..." Han Yi got out of the car, looked at the glittering golden characters in front of him, and raised his legs to enter.

A while ago, he asked Tao Qingtang about the source of the material for the black tiger wood carving. As a result, Tao Qingtang recommended this channel to him.

Jubaotang is the largest antique store in Huayang City. It is also the best place for many local rats and families of tomb robbers to gather and sell their stolen goods.

Just like the person who passed by Han Yi just now.

Wearing a Confucian robe, with gray hair, he held a book under his arm. Like an old gentleman who teaches in a private school.

However, this guy is just pretending.

Han Yi took a quick look and found that this man's hands were much rougher than ordinary people's, with four fingers level and broad joints, like iron nails. At first glance, it seems that he often digs dirt in graves and engages in the business of killing people and wealth.

However, he didn't care. Anyway, he was not a policeman, and he didn't have any mausoleum at home. Maybe, what he needs will be contributed by this person.

"Hey, isn't this Mr. Han? You didn't notify me in advance when you came. We can pack up and welcome you."

As soon as Han Yi walked into the hall, the shopkeeper saw it was him and hurriedly ran away from the counter to greet him.