Chapter 031: Mountain Garden
Thanks to the exaggerated flow of information on the Internet in later generations, Lu Sen had accidentally seen some information about the Assassins.
However, most of the content about them was fictional, and even included artistic processing from various film, television and game aspects, so Lu Sen didn't know much about this sect.
The information we know may also be distorted.
But this sign alone...should not be wrong.
When the drummer's gaze became extremely sharp, as if stabbing at him like a sword, Lu Sen did not retreat. Instead, he continued to stare into the other's eyes, without fear or uneasiness, and even with a bit of sarcasm.
This is the attitude that the Chinese people in the Celestial Empire would have.
The drummer's gaze quickly shifted, then revealed a flattering smile and he even bent down slightly.
Lu Sen withdrew his gaze and left with Hei Zhu.
The confrontation between the two was actually very brief, less than four seconds, so no one noticed.
The drummer stood on the podium, looked at Lu Sen's back for a while, and then walked backstage.
The Semu courtesan came over and asked in Persian, "What happened? I felt your murderous intent just now. Did you see someone from the Cross Temple?"
“No.” The drummer shook his head. “Just now, a young man who looked like a white noble was staring at the mark on my arm. He was just startled.”
Before the Qing Dynasty, almost all barbarians believed that only the Chinese were white people, and they themselves were colorless or red-skinned people.
It was not until the late Qing Dynasty that the term "yellow race" was applied to the Chinese and all East Asians.
Originally, their skin color classification was insulting in nature, because in their minds, yellow skin was a symbol of "serious illness".
It is a subtle reference to the phrase 'Sick Man of East Asia'.
It's just a pity that the Chinese people don't have any negative feelings about the term "yellow people". Instead, they think it's reasonable. After all, the Yellow River is the mother river, and since ancient times, people have always valued gold, so they don't think that calling it "yellow people" is insulting.
However, Fuso and Goryeo were very disgusted with the term "yellow people".
The semu courtesan breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, it would be troublesome if the people from the Cross Temple followed us. I guess that noble boy is just interested in the mark on your arm."
As they were talking, the two of them had already arrived at the small room backstage.
They opened the secret door and went directly down into the cellar.
This cellar is not very big, only about five meters long, wide and three meters high.
But inside the cellar, there were a lot of scimitars and swords, as well as five sets of full body plate armor.
The Northern Song Dynasty did not ban weapons or armor, especially this kind of full-body plate armor.
If it is discovered, all those related to this den will be implicated and will inevitably be charged with treason.
But if it was the funny-looking, round wooden armor that Lu Sen synthesized… as long as they didn’t know its function, the government probably wouldn’t care even if they saw it.
Under normal circumstances, no one would think that this thin half-body wooden armor would have any defensive power. It might only be used to block the sharp claws of small wild beasts.
With a spear or sword, just a random thrust can pierce through both the person and the wooden armor.
In addition to weapons and armor, there were two people lying in the cellar. They were tied up and judging by their clothes and appearance, they should be people from the Song Dynasty.
The courtesan Alijie walked up to a slightly fat Song man and kicked him hard in the stomach.
The fat Song man immediately screamed, woke up from his sleep, and struggled hard.
Soon, another Song man next to the fat Song man woke up. He looked at the two Semu people standing there and said weakly, "Please let us go. We really don't have any way for you to connect with the government. We are just merchants and are of low status."
The drummer squatted down, pressed his middle finger on a vein on the thin Song man's neck, and said in unfluent Song dialect: "Then let's change our thinking, Song man, do you know which official in this great city is more likely to accept outsiders like us?"
The Song man thought for a while and shook his head.
Even common people look down on Semites, let alone officials!
The drummer grinned and applied force with his fingers. No one knew where he pressed or what technique he used. The Song man's face flushed red in an instant, and the veins on his forehead bulged out, becoming thicker and thicker, like green snakes growing bigger and bigger.
Then his nostrils began to bleed, and his eyes were full of bloodshot, like two red light bulbs.
Song Ren felt his head was about to explode with pain and struggled desperately, but the drummer pressed his knee against his waist, making him unable to move.
He could only twist his body desperately in the same place, unable to even scream. Something was blocking his throat, preventing him from making any sound. He could only open his mouth in vain.
Soon, blood began to flow from Song Ren's eyes, and blood clots came out of his mouth. His struggles became quieter and quieter, and his eyes rolled back. When it looked like he was about to die, the drummer released his fingers on his neck.
The people of Song Dynasty suddenly became like fish that had found water, gasping for breath.
The drummer smiled gently. "Do you really think we arrested you casually? Have you thought of any solution now ?"
The Song man nodded vigorously. The fear of being on the verge of death had already overwhelmed him.
It was horrible and I don't want to go through it again.
"Tell me."
"The current Uncle Cao is quite interested in seeking immortals and asking for advice. This is something that everyone in the market knows." The Song man said hastily, "I am Uncle Cao's disciple. On the surface, I am involved in the menial business of the business for Uncle Cao, but in fact, I am secretly keeping an eye out for things related to immortals and gods for him. If you really want to curry favor with your family, as long as you bring out some seemingly strange things and use your abilities, you will definitely be appreciated by Uncle Cao."
The drummer turned around and asked Alijie, who was standing next to him and watching the show, in Persian: "Is the Cao Guojiu he mentioned very powerful?"
Alice leaned against the wall, crossed her arms, and said calmly, "He is the younger brother of the queen of this country. I also heard that he has a very high status and his words carry a lot of weight."
The drummer nodded with satisfaction, then he looked at the Song people on the ground and asked with a smile: "Then the question is, what do you think we should take out to please Uncle Cao?"
"As long as it's something related to immortals and gods!"
"But we don't have such a thing." The drummer pressed his fingers to the Song man's neck again: "Do you have it?"
Feeling the cold fingers on his neck, the Song man no longer wanted to go through the horrible torture he had just experienced. He nodded vigorously and said, "I have it, I have it! When I was helping the uncle, I intercepted some of those mysterious things. If you let me go, I will give them to you two."
He did intercept some of them, but based on experience, he knew that these things were all fake. But now, no matter whether they were real or not, the most important thing was to save his life.
The drummer smiled and let go of his fingers, stroking the Song man's cheek with satisfaction, as if he was stroking a beloved beauty: "Very good, I will go with you to get it, and by the way, remember where you live. If there is anything, we will visit you, okay?"
The Song man had a miserable expression on his face, but he could only nod his head repeatedly.
Then the drummer turned his gaze to the other fat Song man and was about to put his fingers on the latter's neck, but the fat Song man screamed first.
"Master, please don't hurt me. He and I are both lowly people working for Cao Guojiu. What he can do, I can do too." The fat Song man was frightened by the tragic sight of his companion with blood gushing out of his eyes and nose: "I can also give you all the good things I have hidden away."
"No need!" The drummer took out a short blade from his clothes: "It's enough if one person can do the same thing."
“No, no, no!” Seeing the sharp short blade coming at him, the fat Song man was so scared that he shouted repeatedly: “I know more important information, more important news, you two will definitely be very interested in hearing it.”
The drummer put his short blade to the fat Song man's throat: "Oh, tell me about it."
"A few days ago, Cao Erlang returned home from outside wearing a wooden armor..." The fat Song man was so scared that he blurted out everything he knew, like pouring out beans.
About ten minutes later, the drummer and Alice both left the cellar.
Go through the secret door and return to the private room backstage.
Listening to the noisy voices outside, the drummer smiled and said, "The identity of the Song people you provided this time is quite good. At least you can reveal some useful information."
Alice smiled and said, "After all, I have been here for more than a year. I have learned a lot about this beautiful and prosperous country. Their language, their customs, their identity network. It is not easy to sort out all this. I have been keeping an eye on these two people for a long time."
"It is indeed beautiful and prosperous, like a paradise on earth. I once thought Spahan was the most beautiful city in the world." The drummer smiled helplessly, "But after coming here, I realized that Spahan is not even one-tenth as beautiful as it is. But such a city was actually built by white pagans. It is hard to accept."
"Let's not talk about this for now." Alice turned her head and glanced in the direction of the cellar: "How credible do you think what the fat Song said is? Is it possible that as long as you wear wooden armor, you will not be harmed at all?"
The drummer thought for a moment and said, "I'll go check it out sometime. Use the black holy medicine to temporarily control the two people in the cellar. They should be useful in the future."
Alice nodded and smiled coldly: "Actually, I think it's better to kill him."
"We are here to take back the mountain garden. Killing too many people will definitely attract the attention of the white nobles." The drummer shook his head. "We don't know which white noble has such a precious thing. We can only investigate slowly."
On the other side, Lu Sen and Hei Zhu returned home.
Then he began to eagerly make a hand-cranked jukebox.
Since all the materials were ready, the jukebox was made in a flash.
This thing is actually a black box with a large copper speaker on top, a small LCD screen on the front, and four buttons.
Then on the right side of the black box, there is a black hand crank.
At this time, Kurozhu and Kobayashi also came over.
Lu Sen just shook it a few times and found that the LCD screen lit up... It turned out to be a hand-cranked generator, no wonder it needed a magnet.
Then he shook it for more than ten minutes until his hands were sore, and the battery level indicated on the display was only 25%.
Lu Sen wiped the sweat off his face and said, "Hei Zhu, come here."
"OK."
Hei Zhu had wanted to help when he saw Lu Sen sweating profusely. But he was afraid that his status was too low and if he touched the magic weapon in front of him, it would make it dim. Now that Lang Jun had spoken, there was naturally no problem.
He carefully imitated Lu Sen and shook the black handle. Seeing that the magic weapon did not have any rejection reaction, he felt relieved and gradually increased the speed of shaking.
Again, Lu Sen is actually a waste, he gets tired after shaking 25% of the battery.
The black column reached 100% battery without breaking a sweat.
Then Lu Sen tested the buttons and quickly figured out the purposes of several of them.
I pulled out the music library and there were more than 3,000 songs... Then I looked at the names on them, there were Chinese, English, and even many Japanese songs.
I pulled down the menu and took a closer look, and found that it was almost all pure music.
Such as "Moonlight Sonata", "Shenren Chang", "General's Order", "Exodus", "To Alice", "Hero's Dawn", "Ming of the Tide" and so on.
All kinds of things from ancient times to the present, from China and abroad, should be used.
From classical piano music to heavy metal tanks to game tunes, the categories are extremely diverse.
"Have I listened to so much music?" Lu Sen was a little surprised.
This is just the instrumental music, not including the pop songs I've heard.
This is what makes people living in the information age so special.
Whether you like it or not, as long as you live in such an environment, you will passively receive countless information and knowledge.
You think it's very normal because there are people like this around you, so you don't think it's anything special.
But if you are taken out and placed in another environment, you will find that you are completely different from the people around you, or stand out from the crowd.
Lu Sen clicked on random play, and a melodious and sad flute sound came from the golden copper speaker.
"Oh, it's "Luanhong." Lu Sen sat on the rocking chair next to him and listened quietly.
This flute music was sad enough in itself. Lu Sen was in a "foreign land" at the moment, thinking that he might not be able to see his old friends and relatives anymore. He was already feeling sad in his heart, but his eyes turned red after listening to it, and he almost burst into tears.
Kurozushi and Kobayashi were startled by the sudden sound of the flute and thought that there was a monster locked in the black box. But seeing that Lu Sen was not surprised, they gradually calmed down and sat beside him to listen to the music together.
Their music appreciation level is far inferior to Lu Sen's. They just think it sounds nice and that's all.
As the first song was about to end, Lu Sen suddenly heard someone shouting outside.
"Lu Xiaolang, Zhan is here to visit you."
Lu Sen turned his head and saw Zhan Zhao, wearing a sky blue gown, standing outside the yard.
He quickly stood up, wiped his eyes, walked over, opened the courtyard door, gave Zhan Zhao temporary access rights, clasped his fists and said, "Captain Zhan, long time no see, come in first. You are finally back in Beijing. Before you were away, the city of Bianjing was in chaos."
"Zhan already knows that the letter from Bao Fuyin was delivered to me four days ago." Zhan Zhao walked into the yard and felt the cool air. He was slightly stunned, then handed over the letter in his hand: "It's just a small gift, not a token of respect. At the same time, I have to thank Lu Xiaolang for saving my life."
After saying this, Zhan Zhao bowed and bent his waist slightly.
Lu Sen took the letter with both hands, a little surprised: "Captain Zhan, what do you mean? I haven't seen you for a while, how can you say you saved my life?"
"Please listen to me, Lu Xiaolang." Zhan Zhao took off the golden long sword on his back, held his hands straight and said, "Zhan Zhao was lucky enough to save his life this time, thanks to the sword given by Lu Xiaolang."
"It's inconvenient to talk while standing. Let's go inside." Lu Sen made a gesture of invitation.
Zhan Zhao thanked him, put away the stone sword and followed Lu Sen inside.
Then the closer he got to the small building, the weirder his expression became.
Not to mention the strange building made of blocks, there is a black box with a big speaker in the hall, which is playing beautiful tunes.
Or the sounds of two instruments he had never heard before.
At this time, the jukebox was playing "The Sound of Silence" played by piano and guitar.
In fact, Zhan Zhao heard the music when he was outside the courtyard.
But he didn't pay much attention to it at that time, and thought that Lu Sen had hired a troupe to listen to music at home.
When I came in, I found that it was a black box making the sound.
Even though Zhan Zhao had traveled extensively as a man of the underworld, he could not help but ask, "Lu Xiaolang, what is this black box that plays music?"
