Uncle Liu knew that the people Ji Ruge wanted to kill were all in Huatan Temple. Today, they were on top of the Xiyun Ancient Pagoda in Huatan Temple.
He didn't know if Ji Ruge would take action today, so he chose to wait and fish on the shore of Xiyun Lake.
Three years ago, Ji Ruge once again took over the valuable assassination mission on the top floor of the seventh floor, and once again caused chaos in the world.
Uncle Liu had seen Ji Ruge's portrait and knew what Ji Ruge looked like.
So he was guarding Xiyun Lake. Once Ji Ruge made another move, he would definitely catch him.
When a killer kills someone, he either goes to a busy city to hide his identity, or he goes to a remote forest to rest.
Last time Ji Ruge killed Kong Jian at Huatan Temple, Uncle Liu didn't wait for him to show up by Laomaqiao. Instead, he was disappointed when a waiter who went to visit a kiln came.
This time, Uncle Liu chose to fish at the edge of the forest behind the Huatan Temple, because he felt that the people Ji Ruge wanted to kill were all in the temple. He didn't see anyone at the downtown entrance last time, so they must have gone this way. Went into the woods.
He wanted to wait here at Linzikou, waiting for Ji Ruge to show up.
"Brother, let's go fishing near here. I think the reeds are quiet and quiet." Liu Bo asked Xiao Yu to stop the boat a few feet offshore.
Xiao Yu didn’t know what Uncle Liu was thinking, and Uncle Liu didn’t know what Xiao Yu was thinking either.
Xiao Yu had seen Li Bai's swordsmanship as early as the first year when he went on a mission. As the leader of several major sword sects, Li Zong was far beyond what the small sects in Jiangnan could compare with.
Because Lushan is adjacent to the Jiangnan area, Li Zong appeared among the invitations of Kongxing this time.
Xiaoyu would not act rashly, let alone fight one against ten. He could be sure that he was not a reckless man, but just an opportunistic killer.
Before Luo Congsheng's identity was found out, it was impossible for him to take action, nor could he go to the Qin family to deliver his seven-kill order.
He doesn’t understand fishing, but Uncle Liu does.
He didn't know why Uncle Liu wanted to fish near the old forest. Maybe it was because Uncle Liu felt that the fish here were easier to take the bait.
Originally, he wanted to see what kind of method the people from the Huatan Temple Demon Elimination Conference could come up with to deal with him, but the white-haired middle-aged man disrupted the situation and returned without success.
He didn't want to sit here all afternoon with Uncle Liu in the rain.
"Uncle Liu, you go fishing on the bank over there. You've been sitting here all day. My butt is no match for yours. Besides, there are nails on my stool that pierce my buttocks. I can't sit still. I have to find it." Go have fun.”
Xiaoyu frowned and looked at Uncle Liu.
Uncle Liu chuckled, knowing that the second brother couldn't sit still, so he didn't force himself.
"Then you row the boat to the water stack. I'll sit on the water stack fishing, and you row the boat back. After landing, you go to the boatman and take the boat to him, and tell him that it's getting dark in the evening. Come and take me back when the time comes." Uncle Liu ordered.
Xiaoyu heard this and said happily: "Best, best."
Xiao Yu quickly rowed the boat over and let Uncle Liu go ashore. Uncle Liu prepared fishing gear and sat down at the head of the water stack.
Xiao Yu bid farewell to Uncle Liu and rowed straight to the bridge hole beside Laoma Bridge.
The boatman was hiding from the rain and sleeping under the bridge. When he saw Xiaoyu, he turned back alone.
"Brother, where is your grandfather?" asked the forty-year-old fisherman.
Xiaoyu threw the boat rope over, and the boatman followed it and tied it to the stone pile under the bridge.
"It's not grandpa, just call him Uncle Liu. Uncle Liu said he would fish at the water trestle in the woods behind Huatan Temple for an afternoon, and asked you to pick him up later, and you will pay for the boat." Xiao Yu jumped off the bow of the boat, "I can't sit still. Let's go. Remember to return the donkey to his old man in the evening."
Xiaoyu straightened his coir raincoat and bamboo hat, and before leaving, he patted the boatman on the shoulder.
"Boatman, this Uncle Liu is a rich man. Don't forget to pick him up at night. It will be of great benefit to you. To tell you the truth, I am the waiter he hired as a handyman. Liu Boyin looked at me so boringly. If you don't panic, just let me play by myself." After Xiaoyu said that, he took out the one or two pieces of silver left over from buying a donkey for Uncle Liu that day, and weighed it in his hand.
"You see, I've made a lot of money following him these past few days." Xiao Yu said with a proud smile.
When the boatman saw the little brother's suggestion, he flattered him and said, "Thank you very much for your suggestion. Thank you, thank you very much."
Xiao Yu bid farewell to the boatman and went to Lao Maqiao, not to go to Zuiyu Tower to listen to books, but to find out the origins of Gu Yi, the current wife of the Qin family.
I also want to go to An Ning to observe the old buildings that are crowded with chaluo.
The information on the Seventh Floor comes from a wide range of sources, although a lot of the information is taken from and used by the killers, and some of the information is discovered by the people on the bottom of the Seventh Floor themselves.
The information on various sects stored on the seventh floor is very terrifying, far more than what Ruan Qingchou, the Baixiao of Jianghu, knew today.
Despite this, he is not willing to kill innocent people indiscriminately. Before every action, he always checks whether the target of the task he takes on should be killed or deserves to die.
During his two trips out of the mountain, none of the missions he received was fake, and none of the sanctimonious guys should be killed.
The information given by the seventh floor was very accurate, but no matter how accurate it was, he still had to check it because he didn't want to kill the wrong person, even one.
In half a day, two places were explored.
Time was a little tight, so Xiaoyu rented a fast horse at the Ma Yi outside Yangzhou City and went straight to Jinzhi County.
Under the guise of being a distant relative of the Gu family, he inquired about a ruins, which was the wasteland where the Gu family was burned down.
Gu Yi's original name was Gu Qiu. He changed his name after being adopted by the Qin family. His father called him Gu Lian.
Xiaoyu lied that he was Gu Lian's distant nephew and was passing by Jiangnan to visit relatives.
In a small town in Jinzhi County, I learned about the Gu family's house that was destroyed and burned overnight.
A local old farmer told Xiao Yu that his uncle's family was completely burned down overnight. Because the county magistrate was too lazy to deal with the murder case and could not catch the murderer, he arbitrarily ruled that the candles in the house had not been extinguished and caused the disaster.
In other words, it is true that the Gu family was destroyed.
After spending two hours, Xiao Yu turned around the horse road and went straight to An Ning Temple.
We went up the mountain trail, bought some incense, and went to the temple to pray to the Three Pure Ones and ask for God's blessings.
In front of the little Taoist priest, Xiaoyu deliberately threw a few taels of silver into the merit box to show his sincerity.
How could the little Taoist priest in the temple not know etiquette? Anyone who gives money to others must be treated favorably.
During the chat, Xiaoyu asked Luo Congsheng his lay name before entering the temple, which was exactly: Qi Guang.
After finding out everything, Xiao Yu hurriedly returned to the inn to return the horse and pay the rent. She had no money left on her.
Feeling the emptiness in the inner pocket of his arms, Xiaoyu frowned, thinking that he had to find time to go to the south bank of the Yangtze River to Fenshuijiang, the shipbuilding master, the Qin family to deliver a seven-kill order.
He needs a deposit to fund the mission of killing Luo Congcheng.
The money that has been saved in each mission cannot be withdrawn. It is reserved for the disaster-stricken people in Yunzhou, South Road.
