A group of people poured out of the Furong Garden, panicking and shouting.
Bai Song had just left Yingyue Tower and was walking on the long street near Qujiangchi in Quchifang.
Seeing such a scene, Bai Song couldn't help but smile, secretly thinking that Jiumei must have succeeded.
Thinking about it, someone stopped Bai Song and asked him what he was talking about. He couldn't tell what he said.
Then a translator from the imperial court came over, and Bai Song finally understood.
These people asked Bai Song some questions, and Bai Song answered truthfully, saying that he was going home to pick up girls, and then he was let go.
Seeing the Japanese people in a mess, Bai Song always felt an indescribable sense of joy in his heart for some reason.
Bai Song simply believed that this was the prejudice left over from the memory of his previous life, but at the same time he also felt that there was nothing wrong with such prejudice.
Quchifang Street is very long, and there are no carriages in the middle of the night.
Bai Song gradually moved away from the Japanese team. When he reached the end of the long street, a pool of water on the ground caught Bai Song's attention.
Bai Song looked at the sky. Although it was a bit cold, the night sky was bright and full of stars.
Thinking back to the daytime, it didn't rain, there were no businesses around, and there was no water being poured out in the middle of the night.
The water traces extended all the way to the depths of an alley, and Bai Song walked in curiously.
I found a small figure twisting the clothes in the water.
"who!"
A young voice came from deep in the alley.
Sounds like a child.
Bai Song looked behind him and found that it was a dead end, so he approached it without haste, blowing on the fire.
Under the weak firelight, a boy of thirteen or fourteen stood naked in the corner, with wet clothes still in his hands.
The first thing Bai Song noticed was not the age of the other party, but that the left hand holding the clothes only had three fingers. The little finger and ring finger were cut off for unknown reasons.
Bai Song recognized the kind of wound that looked like it had been cut with a sharp weapon.
It was obvious that the other party was panicked by the sudden appearance of fire. His young eyes flashed with fierceness and vigilance, and he stepped back step by step.
Bai Song didn't know the identity of this person, and didn't want to know what he had done. He realized that his behavior was a little scary, so he thought it was better to leave.
Just as Bai Song was about to leave, he saw the boy picking up a sword leaning against the wall.
The shape of that sword...
Bai Song narrowed his eyes slightly and had no intention of leaving. He slowly approached him and lowered his voice and asked, "Where did you get this sword?"
The boy's eyes became more fierce, like a little snake in the dark showing its two fangs, and a bright small blade appeared in his hand.
Seeing such a blade, Bai Song smiled and at the same time drew out his scimitar.
A brand new scimitar!
The shape of the Turkic scimitar and the strength of modern industry come from a mysterious space.
Compared with Bai Song's scimitar, the small blade in the other's hand was like a grandson meeting his grandfather.
The little kid fainted immediately, turned around and ran back.
Bai Song followed closely, and a thought flashed through his mind.
If the sword in his hand is really the Giant Deer Sword, could the other party be the professional thief that Qing'er said?
But Bai Song quickly rejected his idea because the other party was too young, only thirteen or fourteen years old. How could he become famous in the world? If it was really a child, Qing'er wouldn't have mentioned it at all.
There is a dead end ahead.
"Look where you are running away?!"
Bai Song shouted from behind.
The little kid actually turned back and raised his middle finger towards Bai Song, and then climbed all the way up the wall. In a blink of an eye, he climbed to a height of five or six meters. It felt like there was glue under his feet, which was very strange.
It seems that this little kid is still a little bit shy.
Bai Song stopped and struck out with his sword, and a stream of zhenqi flew out and landed on the little kid's head, leaving a slash on it.
The gravel and fine sand fell on the little kid's face, and the kid also showed a look of horror. It seemed that he finally realized that the people behind him were not easy to deal with.
"Can't you come down? If you don't come down, I'll hit you with the next knife."
The little kid hesitated for a moment, then slowly came down from the wall and stood in the corner, staring at Bai Song.
"Hand over the sword."
The little kid frowned and hesitated, but finally chose to lower his head and offer the Giant Deer Sword with both hands.
When Bai Song saw it, it was really a giant deer sword, and he was overjoyed.
But Bai Song did not relax his vigilance. He noticed small movements in the little kid's hands. When he put his hands on the sword, there was a blade underneath the sword. He didn't know what would happen when he took over.
Bai Song sneered in his heart. If it were anyone else, he would really fall for it.
But Bai Song was different. Whether it was the professional requirements of a doctor or the blessing of true energy, his observation and perception abilities were far beyond ordinary people.
It was obvious that this kid only knew some heresy and had no foundation in internal skills. His technique was very good, but he lacked the foundation and could not hide it from Bai Song's eyes.
The little kid was ready to go, just waiting for Bai Song to reach out.
Unexpectedly, Bai Song used the back of the scimitar to pull the sword back from his hand. Holding the sword in his left hand, he held the knife in his right hand and slapped the kid's palm, knocking the blade off the ground.
"You little brat, if you don't learn from others, you will learn these heretical ways!"
When the little kid saw that his trick didn't work and the sword was snatched away by someone, he became anxious and rushed towards Bai Song with all his teeth and claws, but Bai Song grabbed him by the collar.
"Tell me why you stole this sword."
The little kid didn't say a word, just struggling in Bai Song's hands.
Now that the Julu Sword was in hand, Bai Song felt much more at ease. Looking at this kid again, he was not sure what his identity was.
What kind of thief would set his sights on the giant deer sword?
You know, the Giant Deer Sword is not a valuable treasure. If you want to sell it for money, you will never look for it.
Is it possible that Qing'er is really the person she's looking for?
Bai Song thought for a while and said that it was indeed possible. To be on the safe side, Bai Song tied up the boy tightly and took him back to the bank with Julu Sword.
Not long after he walked out, a dark figure blocked Bai Song's path.
Needless to say, Bai Song soon discovered that it was Jiumei who was blocking the way.
Jiumei was also surprised. She didn't expect that the giant deer sword would fall into Bai Song's hands in the end.
The two of them didn't say anything more. They looked at each other in silence for a while. Jiumei got out of the way and said at the same time: "It's settled."
…
The backyard of the bank.
Bai Song wakes up Qing'er.
Qing'er arrived at the woodshed and saw the little kid tied into a rice dumpling.
Bai Song pointed at the boy: "Is this the master you are looking for? Or is he the master's disciple?"
Qing'er noticed the giant deer sword in Bai Song's hand: "What happened?"
"This kid stole the sword and came out, but I intercepted him halfway."
When the little kid saw Qing'er, his eyes widened immediately: "You... you are in the same group!"
