In the inner courtyard of the Qin family, there is a study in the innermost room.
four people.
Qin An, the head of the Qin family, is about fifty years old, with a round face and a plump body, long eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes, a smile like Maitreya, and full of wealth.
Gu Yi, the main wife of the Qin family, has a round face, rich clothes and a gorgeous face, peach blossom eyes, willow eyebrows, and a small cherry mouth. She looks to be in her twenties.
Qin Lin, the housekeeper of the Qin family, is a thin old man, dressed like a teacher, and holding a peach wood carved box in his hand.
There is another one, Ji Ruge.
Qin An and Gu Yi were sitting around the coffee table in the study, and the old housekeeper Qin Lin was standing on Qin An's left side.
Next to the window is a small square table of pear wood, with some jade Ruyi, small pine bonsai for welcoming guests and other things on it, which are all furnishings of wealthy people.
Ji Ruge sat on the left side of the table opposite them, leaving the right side empty.
There is a pot of fragrant and refreshing Jiangnan famous tea on the table. In the tea bowl, before the visitor comes, a cup has been filled.
On the table between Qin An and Gu Yi, there is a piece of coarse cloth. In the middle of the cloth is an apricot-shaped token, with "Qi" on the front and "Ji" on the back.
It was Ji Ruge's Seven Kill Order.
On the table next to Ji Ruge, several bowls of chicken, duck and meat dishes were prepared. They were all top-quality dishes. Ji Ruge picked up her chopsticks and wolfed down the rice in the bowl.
He was dressed in coarse clothes and looked like a down-and-out woodcutter who had never had good food or wine in his life.
Gu Yi couldn't help but frowned when she saw Ji Ruge's appearance and appearance, looked at Qin An and muttered:
"Master, can this... this... be able to kill that old thief?"
Qin An also saw this and frowned helplessly. Looking at Ji Ruge's appearance, he didn't look like a master, and he was hesitant about whether this person could do it or not.
The old housekeeper Qin Lin was originally Qin An's uncle who traveled around the world. Now that he is old, he returned to the Qin family and became a housekeeper. Although he did not travel around the world, he also recognized the power of the seven-kill order with the character '撒'.
Qin Lin replied in Qin An's ear: "Master, only the top killers on the seventh floor have the word 'Qi'. This man cannot be offended."
When Qin An heard this, his jaw almost dropped and he hurriedly motioned for Gu Yi to shut up.
Seeing this, Gu Yi sat calmly and did not dare to say anything.
The three of them stood for a quarter of an hour, watching Ji Ruge sweep away the food and wine on the table like a beggar.
"Do you know the rules of the seventh floor?" Ji Ruge asked coldly.
Qin An said respectfully: "I know, I know, it's been half a year since I sent someone to Muyun Mountain, and I thought the seventh floor wouldn't take up the matter. Now I finally got a response."
Ji Ruge replied: "Ling, you put it away. I will get it back after the work is done. Do you have the deposit ready?"
Upon hearing this, Qin An winked at the official, and the old housekeeper hurriedly brought the box in his hand forward.
The old housekeeper placed the box in his hand on the coffee table on Ji Ruge's side, then bowed back and stood on Qin An's side.
Qin An made a gesture of invitation and said, "This is a deposit of three thousand taels. Can you please give me some?"
Ji Ruge reached out and lifted up the box, grabbed a bunch of banknotes inside, opened his clothes and put them into the inner bag.
"There's no need to order it. Have the banknote ready. I'll retrieve the Seven Killing Order within ten days."
Qin An replied one after another: "Yes, yes, yes, you should be ready. Please rest assured."
Qin Lin, the old housekeeper beside Qin An, was born as a man who traveled around the world. A few days ago, Huatan Temple saw something happened to the old monk. It was rumored that Ji Ruge had done it. Unexpectedly, it was Ji Ruge who came to the Qin family today to deliver the order. Ruge's Seven Killing Order.
After receiving his order today, everyone who knows about the Qin family's hiring of assassins must be dealt with properly, otherwise the name "Ji Ruge" alone will easily bring disaster to the Qin family.
He felt that the person in front of him had too much rough air, not like Ji Ruge. He had never met Ji Ruge, but he heard that Ji Ruge's name was widely spread in the world. Of course, he was a master who wielded a sword with flying colors, but he didn't think so. The man who brought the donkey to the door was Ji Ruge.
But he happened to be Ji Ruge.
Ji Ruge stood up and asked Qin An, "Is the donkey full?"
Qin An looked at Qin Lin and said, "Uncle, this... this person's donkey...?"
Qin Lin bowed and said, "It's already fed. It's in the backyard."
Ji Ruge turned around and walked away, ready to go out. He raised his hand and waved his sleeves and replied: "No need to send it off, just say goodbye. See you later."
After saying that, he pushed the door out of the inner courtyard and headed towards the Qin family's backyard. The old housekeeper Qin Lin hurriedly followed him to lead the way and took him to fetch the donkey.
I walked out of Nanhuai County leisurely while rocking my donkey, and the light rain was still the same.
After a while, the sun turned to the west.
Then pass through Chunhua Valley.
Wang Heng of the Ba Dao Sect was one of the targets to be killed in his next mission. Xiao Yu went to the main city of Chunhua County for a walk, especially wandering around the Escort Bureau where the Ba Dao Sect was located, and checked the terrain.
Check out the surrounding houses and attics to prepare for the next task.
There is no time to check Wang Heng's daily habits today. We can only wait until Luo Congsheng is killed and then visit Chunhua Valley. Chunhua Valley is in Yangzhou City, not far away, so it is not too troublesome.
The reflection of Xiyun Ancient Pagoda contrasts with the ancient pagoda standing on the shore. There is no breeze and no waves on the lake.
Xiaoyu tied the donkey to the willow tree where Liu Bochang fished. A boatman sitting next to him was sitting next to his boat. Under the old horse bridge was his boat.
The boatman's name is Lao Geng. These days, Uncle Liu often hires his boat to go fishing in the mountains and rivers behind Huatan Temple. He goes there early and comes back late, making two trips back and forth.
Lao Geng earned Uncle Liu a lot of money, and gradually became familiar with Xiao Yu.
Xiaoyu calls him Uncle Geng, and he calls Xiaoyu 'little brother'. The two have met several times, but neither of them knows their specific names.
Human relationships are like this. There is no need for people on a boat to have a name with the boatman. It's like going to the market to buy vegetables. Regular customers know the vegetable stall owner, but they don't even know the other person's name. It's enough to say hello if they are familiar with each other.
"Brother, have you sent the donkey?" Lao Geng greeted Xiao Yu.
Xiaoyu smiled and replied: "That's right! Old Uncle Geng, are you closing the ship so early?"
Lao Geng also smiled and said back to Xiao Yu: "I made a few trips to the boat today. No, it's getting late. I have to come back to pick up Uncle Liu."
Xiaoyu looked at the small boat moored under the stone steps on one side of Laomaqiao, pointed at the donkey, looked at Lao Geng and said: "Uncle Geng, help me look after the donkey, and I will pick up Uncle Liu on your behalf. "
Lao Geng finished his business for the day and rowed lazily. He met Xiao Yu again and said happily: "Is this possible? I'm just lazy for once!"
Xiaoyu smiled and untied the boat rope tied to the stone pile on the river bank, jumped into the boat with a smile, and replied: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I'll go right away!"
Lao Geng nodded, sat on the grass bank, and smiled as he watched Xiaoyu paddle towards the mountain behind Huatan Temple.
On the north bank of Xiyun Lake, in the upper col of the hill behind Huatan Temple.
The water lilies are green and the moss is thin and secluded.
On the water stack built with old wooden boards, an old fishing man sat on the top of the stack, the fishing rod in his hand motionless, the fishing line in the water also motionless, and the mountain temple behind him was so quiet.
The distant boat rowed in slowly, and together with the few evening bells of Huatan Temple, the bells were like accompanying the boat, breaking this peaceful landscape painting.
