"You must have read the letter that Miss Wen left. Today, Yan Jiaqing happens to be not in the mountains. If you have anything to say, please tell it to Master. There is no need to worry too much."
Yun Zhong accepted the water-fire swallowing sword, and Wu Shuang was mostly heartbroken. Looking at the faces of the people around him, he had no choice but to mention the matter on his own. A mother-in-law with a miserable face always needs to see her parents, so she can hide her secrets. It's not Wu Shuang's temperament to be silent, not to mention that he feels guilty. It would be better to lift the curtain by himself and say a few honest words.
The swordsman in white didn't know why, he frowned and glanced at his master, and said very suspiciously, "Miss Wen is going down the mountain, which is the best thing. It has been a long time since she went down the mountain. She concentrates on dealing with the depression in her heart. Since she can now Voluntarily going down the mountain is already the best thing to do, why does Master ask like this?"
Wu Shuang was interested in reading the letter left by Wen Yu, but he did not care about his face. Since he was nearly two generations ahead of Wen Yu in the mountains and was a teacher, he knew that this letter had taught Yun Zhong to read it. It was disappointing, but it was still difficult to open the letter directly, and it was delayed until Yun Zhong returned from the heart of the mountain, still unable to make up his mind. Wu Shuang, who was from Yun Zhong's family, had the clearest heart, so after Wen Yu went up the mountain, although he didn't bother to make a match, he saw that the two of them were in love with each other, so they naturally agreed. Now Wen Yu ignored him and went straight down the mountain, most likely He had already made up his mind to turn his back, and was very worried that his affectionate disciple would not be able to withstand such a heavy fist.
After being in the mountains for a long time, Yun Zhong also knew what Wu Shuang was thinking, so before the master could speak again, he smiled and said, "Disciple knows what the master is thinking, but this matter cannot always go as expected, even for Miss Wen." It is only natural that you decide to cut off any involvement with me. Walking alone on a mountain road, if you see a flower that you like, you may not have to pick it. Fate is determined by fate, and forcing it may not bring you what you want."
"What's more, every word in this letter does not have half of the meaning that the master thought. It is just to ask the disciple to take good care of himself when he is in the mountains, and when he goes out to travel around the world again, he should not ignore life and death and interact with others. Don't be too lax at this time, except for these trivial matters, I haven't mentioned much, so Master still thinks a little more."
Even though Wu Shuang wanted to ask again, Yun Zhong had no choice but to spread his hands and said that his disciple had not known what it meant to be invisible since he was a child. If Wen Yu really mentioned something bad in the letter and deliberately concealed it now, he probably wouldn't be able to escape it. But since the master's eyes were never mentioned, why worry so much? It's not a bad idea to let the disciple rest for a while after a tiring journey.
In fact, Wu Shuang did look at Yun Zhong's expression again and again, but apart from being slightly tired, and the brilliance in his eyes becoming more and more restrained, his expression was calm, and there was no hint of worry or depression at all. Instead, he was jumping. She was so undressed that she looked like an ordinary wanderer returning home. She had taken off all precautions and just wanted to have a good night's sleep. So she had to give up and waved her hand angrily, telling Yun Zhong to quickly take a bath and rest, and come back in the evening. Busy eating.
After all, Liu Qingyunzhong's two apprentices with good skills have never been in the mountains. The old woodcutter, an old gourmet, has also left the mountains long ago to travel around. Wu Shuang's recent meals can be said to be extremely poor. It was better than nothing to drag the lazy Yan Jiaqing to the mountains and barely make a meal that was acceptable.
At this level, it has long been possible to escape the grain, but with Wu Shuang's temperament, it is absolutely impossible to drink food without food. The fairy family who still waits for the rainy season to use means to make it rainless cannot be regarded as a fairy family at all, and there is no such thing as a fairy family. A little bit of worldly joy.
Yun Zhong hurriedly agreed, and then returned to his residence. When he closed the door, he saw that his master was still sitting under the eaves watching the rain. He grinned twice before closing the door.
It's raining heavily outside.
This summer in Yizhang, there was not much rain in the whole territory. Compared with previous years, it was considered a minor drought. However, this rain fell very widely, from Chatang County in the west to the east, covering almost the entire territory of Yizhang. It's rain, and the long drought and sweet rain have certainly added some sporadic smiles to the faces of the people who are doing mulberry farming. The princes, princes, grandsons and dignitaries can finally take advantage of this rain to enjoy the scenery and drink good wine.
The pass at the East Gate of Yizhang's eastern border has long been allowed to pass by, and no one can hear a word about the old events.
In a tavern a few hundred steps outside the pass, there sat a young man with a sword hanging on his waist. He never showed his face and only covered his face with a bamboo hat and gauze. However, people who came and went were used to it. It is easiest for such people to make enemies. Although Yizhang It’s peaceful, but in the shady realm, there are still many guests who have died outside. Even the government officials have no way of finding out. Since ancient times, everyone can figure out the truth of wearing a big disguise and walking a long way, so it’s strange. No wonder, no one would look at that person twice because of this.
However, most of the men who looked at them were veterans who went out to protect merchants and escorts. Their eyesight may not be very good, but Xiangma could see the good from the bad with his eyes. When the swordsman came to the door, the sound of horse hooves was very faint. , but when you take a closer look, many people immediately noticed something strange. It has a tall head, big hoofs, wide shoulders, but it is very measured when it lands on the ground. It looks like a good horse, and it may be a good horse that can be called a name in the Great Yuan Realm. The horse instantly attracted many people to look at the horse, their eyes burning.
When you are away from home, horses are more valuable than others. It may be a bit out of the way to say that, but a good horse can save you many days of trekking. And when you encounter thieves and enemies, if you can't resist it, you can still win it with your ability to fight. The few ways to survive are the most rare.
There is no shortage of firewood, and green mountains are more expensive than firewood and gold.
When the swordsman stepped into the tavern, he only asked for two plates of side dishes and a pot of sword-washing wine. Then he sat down where he was, put the package on the corner of the table, held the long knife across his knees, and made no unnecessary movements. Gotta be tight.
We meet by chance, but we don't know each other well. Therefore, even though they are hot-eyed, no one around them comes forward to make themselves uncomfortable. Most of them continue to drink and chat, in twos and threes. Only a swordsman in black is left at the middle table, quietly. Waiting for the waiter to arrive with drinks.
"Brother, the horse is good, and the sword is even more exquisite."
An old man with dry hair without a bun sat down in front of the swordsman and smiled at the swordsman, "This young man is not talented, but he is also well-informed. Over the years, he likes to inquire about gossip. After all, it is Yizhang. There are not a few people who are in the world of rivers and lakes. They are mediocre and talented. There may not be a few people who cross the river and jump over the dragon gate, but there is a lot of news. If you expect to make a living in this industry, you may not be rich or wealthy, and you may not always have a full meal. Can be mostly full.”
Many people who were drinking here were familiar with this old man. About two or three years ago, such a sloppy old man came to the east gate of Yizhang, carrying a small ape behind him, but somehow he got this little ape. It has lasted for more than two years and has not grown. It is as short as two palms. But the old man is not a trickster, but an old god who leisurely sells information to those in the world, such as the border horse thieves who killed several traders in the past few days, and some even connected their heads to each other. The necks were cut off together, and some were chopped to pieces with random knives. There was no trace of the human form at all. There were two pretty-looking women who went out with the caravan to play. Only some damaged clothes were left behind, and no one could see where they were.
The old man can tell the whole story about all the big and small things, including which two famous masters went out to fight to the death, the outcome, and who has the upper hand. He has become a familiar figure in the city. No matter who comes forward and is rewarded with two coppers for a few meals, he can get to the bottom of everything in the world, and it is almost the same as the truth.
But he didn't know whether he had no business coming to his door in recent days, or he met an unfamiliar swordsman who wanted to spend a lot of money, so he approached him very eagerly.
But when the old man spoke, it aroused suspicion among the people around him.
"One piece of news, I only sell you one copper coin. Unless it's a big deal, I'll give you one copper coin for everything you ask. If the hero is interested, I might as well reward the young man with two coins so that he can buy a full meal."
A small ape jumped out from behind the old man, squatted on the old man's shoulder, and curiously looked at the swordsman in front of him, causing many people around him to laugh and curse.
"Old monkey, don't mess with this young hero. He may be a rich man. If he wants to get some information, why would he bother to ask you?"
But the swordsman moved, and he didn't see clearly how he made the move. An extra copper coin immediately appeared on the table.
"I heard a while ago that there was chaos in the Yuan Dynasty, and it seemed that a large clan was wiped out. Could you please tell me, sir, who was responsible?"
The swordsman spoke in a low voice, so the sound of coins falling on the table was mostly drowned out.
The old man frowned and also lowered his voice.
"This is not a small problem. I don't think the young hero is dressed like someone from the Great Yuan Dynasty. Why bother asking something that has nothing to do with you? Why don't you change?"
The little ape jumped off the table and bared his teeth at the people teasing him. He was wearing children's clothes, which was quite funny.
"If you have any inconvenience, you might as well say so."
"You have to add some money." The old man dug his nose and said with a simple smile.
The swordsman simply took out a piece of broken silver and pushed it in front of the old man's eyes, "I only have three questions. After the first question, there are two more questions."
The old man with disheveled hair quickly put the money into his arms, carefully plated it with his unclean old hands, and said with joyful brows, "The genocide must be the Xumeng Mansion that has been in the limelight recently. I heard He Han from the Great Yuan Zhengzhang has already gone to Zihao Xia Song and even Qi Qi to ask for help, but most likely he will not be able to do it, seeing that the situation is indestructible."
"Second question, I dare to ask the old gentleman, is Yan Qiye dead?"
The swordsman was serious, but the old man frowned.
"Of course he is safe and sound. The problem of young hero does not count."
The swordsman nodded, probably having guessed what he was going to say, and took a sip of wine.
The sword-washing wine is very strong. Rumor has it that it is a blood-stained sword that has been washed with this wine. It is extremely clean, but judging from the way the swordsman poured the wine, it was clear that he had a lot of alcohol. The little ape on the side came close to the swordsman's knees, smelled the taste of the side dishes on the table, and bowed to the swordsman repeatedly, as if begging for some side dishes to fill his stomach.
However, the swordsman ignored him and instead put down his cup and said with a smile, "The third question is to ask the old man how many years have it been since he came here?"
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