It's Hard to Be a Good man.

In the bookstore, master and disciple chatted about the idea of robbing the rich to get rich.

The topic started when Wang Xiaoer realized that his master had found six hundred taels of silver bills on the dead Old Master Wang, and although he gave away half of it to the father and daughter, Wang Xiaoer still saw the way to get rich from this.

Wang Xiaoer asked, "Master, I feel the Wang family must have had more than six hundred taels. Don't you think if we specifically target and rob rich people like Old Master Wang, we would make a fortune?"

Zhang San said, "Xiaoer, do you think that in my twenty years as a killer, I never thought about this? But you should know, in our time there are things called money houses."

Wang Xiaoer immediately understood that it was impossible for the richest man in the county to only have six hundred taels of assets. Although it was possible that he had money hidden elsewhere in his home. But with just the manpower of him and his master, it was unrealistic to search his entire home in a short period of time.

Wang Xiaoer cried, "I hate money houses!"

Zhang San sighed, "So do I."

The progress of the times always makes one shed tears.

However...

Wang Xiaoer suddenly broke into a smile.

Zhang San asked in surprise, "What are you laughing about?"

Wang Xiaoer asked his master earnestly, "Master, have you considered robbing a money house?"

Immediately after last night’s thrilling rescue and life-saving efforts, the young disciple was chased around the backyard of the bookstore by his master, as usual.

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However, just when Zhang San thought this matter had passed and that he could go back to the peaceful days with his young disciple,

reality slapped Zhang San in the face. Zhang San had to lament:

It is very difficult to be a good person in this world.

So since it's hard to be good, why should one even try?

Living in this strange world, have I also gradually become strange?

Zhang San has always believed that in this world, people like "Hui Shi" [Gray Lion] and Xiu Wangchou [Forget Enmity] are good people, but really stupid.

So when Xiu Wangchou stood at the front door of the bookstore, Zhang San deeply regretted his own "stupidity" last night.

Why did I save him!

Wang Xiaoer, I will definitely kill you!

However, a good actor cannot let the turmoil in his heart affect his performance.

Zhang San smiled and entered the role of the "impoverished scholar." He said to the pale-faced Xiu Wangchou at the door, "Brother Xiu, why can’t I understand what you just said?"

Xiu Wangchou looked solemnly at Zhang San and said, "Was it you who saved me last night?"

Zhang San looked confused on the surface, but was already shocked and angry inside!

How is that possible?

Just in case, last night while treating Xiu Wangchou and the girl, he had tied cloth around both their eyes, afraid that they would suddenly wake up from his inner energy stimulation during the treatment.

After the treatment, he left them in a small alley next to the burnt down house in the south of the city.

It solved two problems at once - the risk of being found by the Wang family, and the possibility that if they woke up the next day in his backyard alley, they might suspect him after tracing things back.

Zhang San even went through the trouble of rescuing the old man from the Wang house, in order to quickly end this matter.

The plan was perfect, and he also acted very cautiously.

Where did things go wrong?

Zhang San said with a smile, "Brother Xiu, we’ve only met once. What rescue, I really don’t know what you’re talking about. Moreover, I'm just a scholar, how could I, and how would I dare get involved in you people's affairs."

Xiu Wangchou refuted firmly, "Yesterday on the street I fought two killers from Du Valley and suffered two injuries as well as severe poison. This is not something ordinary folk doctors could treat. While heavily injured, I carried that girl and fled for our lives. Although in the end when my consciousness blurred, I didn't remember exactly where I fell, but before that, I am certain that I came to this street."

Zhang San smiled bitterly. His expression was exactly like a wrongly accused weak scholar. He said, "Brother Xiu, you have wronged me in this. This street is so big, with hundreds of households added up, at least a few hundred people too. And you insist it was me? Besides, I am but a scholar, how could I, and how would I dare get involved in matters of you people of Jianghu?"

Xiu Wangchou seemed to see through Zhang San's thoughts. He went straight to the point and said bluntly, "It was the voice, the voice made me certain it was you."

Xiu Wangchou's words made Zhang San even calmer.

Hahaha... Zhang San was laughing loudly inside.

He didn't expect that this Xiu Wangchou would actually resort to such a stupid trick.

Trying to deceive him Zhang San? This Xiu Wangchou was simply stupid beyond measure.

Back then in the alley, Zhang San had thought of using cloth to cover Xiu Wangchou's eyes to prevent him from discovering Zhang San’s identity if he suddenly woke up midway through treatment. Of course Zhang San had also considered that even if Xiu Wangchou woke up unable to see, he might still hear his voice, or other sounds in the alley, and thereby deduce his location.

However, as cautious as Zhang San was, he would absolutely not give Xiu Wangchou such an opportunity.

During treatment he almost never spoke. And even if he needed Wang Xiaoer to help by handing him needles, he used a method to control his vocal cords. Not only that, he also forbid Wang Xiaoer from speaking at all throughout the treatment process.

What’s more, Zhang San kept track of Xiu Wangchou’s condition throughout with his pulse and inner energy.

Zhang San was certain that the deeply poisoned Xiu Wangchou had remained in a coma state the entire time.

When someone can't even hear others talking while asleep in a dream, let alone while unconscious!

Therefore, to sum up.

This Xiu Wangchou trying to trick me? Friend, you are still too young.

Zhang San revealed his "fluster" and said, "Brother Xiu, you are going too far. Last night during the heavy rain, I was sleeping at home the whole time. You shouldn't..."

Xiu Wangchou interrupted Zhang San on the spot and said, "It wasn't your voice, it was your nephew's voice. No, now thinking about it, he probably isn't really your nephew!”

These words struck Zhang San like lightning!

But before Zhang San could react, Xiu Wangchou had already shouted, "Wang Xiaoer!"

Zhang San didn't have time to stop him, though of course even if he had time he couldn't stop him.

To stop him now would be no different than directly admitting it.

So from the backyard soon came the voice of a child, "Coming, coming! Master, who's calling for me outside?"

The nine-year-old's voice was tender and crisp, sounding so touching.

But to Zhang San's ears right now, it was no different than a devil's voice.

Because Zhang San suddenly realized something. He had rescued Xiu Wangchou and the girl in the second half of the night.

So then, please, during the first half of the night, while he Zhang San slept in bed, what exactly did that little brat who ran back and forth at least five or six times between the backyard and bookstore hall do?!