"This is easy to handle. Old people don't like to move...The old man will go to the poetry conference. He must live near Liujing Pavilion to join in the fun."
Having said this, Gu Ning'an turned around and said, "Let's go to Liujing Pavilion first. When we get there, wake up the ball and let it smell the scent to find the old man's location."
Hearing this, everyone quickly followed. The old beggar walked to Gu Ning'an's side and asked, "It's okay to let Yuanqiu smell it, but we don't have the items that the old man commonly uses."
Gu Ning'an smiled and said: "There's no need for those, just let him smell the smell of blood when he gets there."
"The smell of blood?" the old beggar repeated, and then his eyes widened: "Mr. Gu, do you mean that the old man will also encounter the killer sent by the Sun family?"
Gu Ning'an nodded: "Given Mr. Sun's unyielding temper, I'm afraid his hatred for the old man will be no less than what I expect."
Hearing this, the old beggar said anxiously: "Then let's hurry up. If there is a killer, we can help him."
"Help me? Can you beat me?" Gu Ning'an said with a smile.
"Um..." The old beggar was stunned for a long time: "It's okay to lend a helping hand appropriately without hurting us..."
Gu Ning'an shook his head and said, "Maybe I don't need your help."
...
"Yuanqiu, smell it hard, remember the smell of blood, and see if there is a similar smell nearby." As he said that, the old beggar rubbed Yuanqiu's head all over the bloody clothes on his body.
The ball seemed to be very energetic after a good sleep. It sniffed vigorously, and after remembering the smell of blood, it let out a "woo".
After the old beggar carefully put it down on the ground, the ball flew out with a "swish"!
In the blink of an eye, the ball appeared at the end of the street. Seeing that everyone was still standing there and not following, it roared: "Oh! Oh! Oh!"
His roar was full of energy, and he looked completely different from his half-dead look before.
"Isn't the round ball lame? Why is this fine? Still running so fast?" Wei Hai twitched the corner of his mouth.
The old beggar touched his cheek, glanced at Gu Ning'an, shook his head and said, "Who knows about it."
"Let's go. If you don't move the ball, you will be impatient." Gu Ning'an urged and walked forward with long strides.
The people behind him also followed closely.
After about a cup of tea, under the leadership of Yuan Qiu, Gu Ning'an and his party arrived in front of a house.
The house is located in a secluded part of the busy city, and its exterior decoration is quite classical. It is worth a lot at first glance.
"It's late at night, why is the door still open?" the old beggar frowned.
Gu Ning'an didn't answer. He walked to the door and didn't open the door directly. Instead, he cupped his hands and said, "Old sir, I'm here, Gu Ning'an. I've seen you during the day... Late-night visits are often troublesome. .....I wonder if I can come in?"
After a while, the old man's loud voice came from inside: "Come in!"
Upon hearing this iconic voice, everyone's eyes lit up, and they all knew they had found the right place.
Wei Hai, who was walking behind, gave the ball a thumbs up: "Good dog."
Yuanqiu bared his teeth: "Oh!"
In the courtyard, there was a stone table with a long sword that smelled of blood and a wine bottle.
The old man was wearing a plain robe, with his sleeves rolled up to the crook of his arms. His cheeks were slightly red, and he was holding a wine bottle and taking small sips.
On the left and right sides of the yard, like stacks of sandbags, there are people in black who have cut off their breath. At a rough calculation, there may be more than 20 people!
The strong smell of blood filled the hospital, making people feel sick to their stomachs.
Gu Ningan walked up to the old man, bowed and said, "Mr."
The old man smiled and nodded: "No need to be polite, Mr. Gu, just sit down."
At the entrance of the courtyard, the old beggar picked up the round ball again and stood in front of the door with Wei Hai and Li Xunshan, looking at everything in the courtyard with horrified eyes.
Wei Hai lowered his voice and said: "Mr. Gu's eyesight is bad? This old man has killed so many people and still has the guts to drink here. He is obviously not a good person!"
The old beggar paused and said: "No matter, just go in."
After saying that, the old beggar walked over with the ball. Li Xunshan chose to follow. Wei Hai shook the goosebumps on his body, closed the door again, and walked over.
The three old beggars said hello to the old man one after another and then sat down.
"I was thinking of rescuing you, but I don't know where you live, so I can only attract more killers here to relieve you of some pressure." The old man took a sip of wine, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.
Wei Hai frowned and said, "How did you know that we also met a killer?"
The old man pointed at the old beggar covered in blood and said with a smile: "I'm not blind. Besides, Mr. Sun wants to kill me, so how can he let you go?"
Wei Hai nodded: "How do you people have such brains? Are they so easy to use?"
"Also, you look older than Old Man Wen, and you are a scholar, how could you kill so many killers?"
The old man smiled and asked: "Who said that scholars are powerless?"
"The six arts of a gentleman are etiquette, music, archery, imperialism, calligraphy, and mathematics." Speaking of this, Gu Ning paused and continued: "Among them, archery and imperialism are both related to martial arts. Scholars can be literary and martial arts, which is not considered extensive. , but it’s considered normal.”
Wei Hai nodded thoughtfully: "That's it."
Da~
There was a slight sound, and the old man who was drinking raised his hand to hold the sword and threw it hard!
Whoosh!
The long sword turned into a stream of light and passed two inches by Wei Hai's ear.
Before he could react, a scream sounded from the corner of the courtyard wall!
Except for Gu Ning'an, Wei Hai and the other three people all looked back.
I saw a masked man in black in the corner of the courtyard wall, with a long sword pierced through the heart and nailed to the courtyard wall.
Wei Hai touched his ears and said fearfully: "Old sir, next time you say hello, if I subconsciously avoided it just now, my ears will fall off..."
"Sorry..." the old man responded, cupping his hands and saying, "Little friend Li, could you please help me pull the sword back? I'm old and don't like to move..."
"Of course you can." After saying that, Li Xunshan stood up quickly, pulled out the long sword, wiped the blood on the blade with the clothes of the man in black, and then took it back.
"Thank you, little friend." The old man put the sword on the table again and said with a smile, "You haven't said yet why you came to find me..."
Hearing this, the old beggar cupped his hands and said, "Old sir, before this, can Mr. Wen know your surname?"
The old man swallowed the strong wine in his mouth and said with a smile: "My surname is Qi, and my single name is Yuan."
"Qi Yuan!" The old beggar couldn't help but raise his voice: "Are you the Imperial Master of Da Qian, Qi Yuan?"
