Zun'an for thirty-three years.
January twenty-three.
The sky in Shuzhou is like a young woman's face, different from what she looks like. She looks innocent and shy, but underneath there is a constant rain.
Not long ago it was clear and blue, but in an instant it became cloudy.
It rained lightly, and soon it became cloudy again.
The mountains are continuous and the clouds are like silk. It also looks like a majestic eagle, shadowy and beautiful on the mountainside.
From a distance, there are mountains, clouds, sky and earth, just like a natural picture.
There was a storyteller who was very popular in poetry. Looking at this scene from a distance, he called it simply: the sculpture is wrapped around the waist.
Among the nameless mountains, the highest and steepest one is called Jiangjun Peak.
There is a small town at the foot of the mountain.
Although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs. There are not many residents in the town, so it has everything it should have.
"Sir, you must be from out of town. There is an allusion to the General Peak."
At a tea stall with only a few customers, the idle young shopkeeper was spitting like a star and vividly recounting local history and legends to a stalwart man.
"It is said that more than two hundred years ago, a general in the imperial court was in trouble and went south to hide here."
"Back then, the bandits were raging here. That general was extremely righteous. He carried a ghost-headed sword and killed the bandits around the town from top to bottom, from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, and then from the foot of the mountain back to the top of the mountain. , I killed him for ten whole days and ten nights without blinking an eye!"
"Later on, there was finally peace here after being killed. The general also hid in the mountains and stayed there for ten years."
"Ten years later, a hiker went up the mountain to collect herbs and found a pair of rusty armor on the highest mountain. The general's bones had long been eaten clean."
"Later, in order to commemorate the general, we common people built a temple on it. They buried the armor next to the temple, erected a monument, and regarded it as the general's tomb."
When Zheng Xiu followed [Station Station Fengbei] to this small town at the foot of Yunliu Temple Mountain.
Only then did I realize that the name "Xie Yunliu" was well known in this town.
A general in trouble two hundred years ago.
He came here by chance, killed all the bandits around, and left a legend behind.
In order to commemorate the general, the people in the town built "Yunliu Temple".
The town was later renamed "Jiangjun Town".
Zheng Xiu just landed and knew that Feng Bei was nearby, so he casually found a place to drink tea.
I asked a few more questions casually.
Just asked.
No difficulty.
Basically, as long as you get here, you can find Xie Yunliu.
After drinking some tea and cold tea, Zheng Xiu chatted with the shop owner.
While chatting with the store, he felt something was wrong. He suspected that this handsome and handsome man wanted to drink Bawang tea.
A woman dressed in black approached quickly like the wind.
"when did you come?"
Feng Bei saw Zheng Xiu from a distance. He frowned at first and then quickly relaxed. Just like a pool of lake water, the ripples spread out gently. The lake surface is calm, but only the lake water knows the undercurrents.
Zheng Xiu waved to Fengbei and said with a smile, "I didn't bring any money."
"Brother Zheng, it's okay for you... I'll pay the bill."
Feng Bei sighed softly, but the smile on his lips when he paid the bill made it difficult to think of it as a "sigh".
Leaving the tea stall, the two walked on the street.
Feng Bei asked: "Brother Zheng, when did you arrive?"
Zheng Xiu: "Just now."
"Brother Zheng, you are so elusive."
"Ahem, just average."
Zheng Xiu asked about Yue Yan and Douxie.
"They went up the mountain all night to Yunliu Temple last night."
Zheng Xiu looked at Feng Bei in confusion: "You didn't follow?"
Feng Bei turned her head, not letting Zheng Xiu see her expression, and said softly: "It doesn't matter, Xie Yunliu was a figure two hundred years ago, and has long since become a withered skeleton. Yunliu Temple has stood for more than two hundred years. If there is anything hidden, it should have been there long ago. The only way is to be discovered. They will inquire first, and if there is anything unusual, they will pass the information down the mountain."
Zheng Xiu nodded, that’s the truth.
I tracked down the cannibal paintings all the way from the Imperial City to Shuzhou, and for nearly a month, I couldn't even see any paintings. Zheng Xiu also didn't believe that the painting would stay in Yunliu Temple so smoothly.
Feng Bei and Zheng Xiu searched for information on the streets. In addition to the painting, Zheng Xiu asked the local people about the "Flower Monk".
Dou Xie is a rookie, but Yue Yan is not. Yueyan is strong enough to protect herself, and it is more efficient to investigate information separately.
After walking for about an hour, we visited nearly half of Jiangjun Town.
"Did you notice it?"
At a stall selling paper masks, Zheng Xiu pretended to pick up a black crow-style mask, pressed it on Feng Bei's face, and whispered in a low voice.
Then he laughed loudly and said, "This mask suits you very well."
"Is it?"
Feng Bei looked at himself in the mirror wearing a crow mask, and answered Zheng Xiu's first question without changing his expression: "Someone is spying on us secretly, but who could it be? The incomplete building?"
Zheng Xiu shook his head: "The Broken Building is pretty easy to identify, unless the people they sent are disabled this time."
"How much?"
The stall owner replied: "Sir, it is unlucky for the woman to wear this mask. Do you want to change it to this one?"
The stall owner gestured to the cute little white rabbit-shaped one beside him.
There are a row of masks in the shape of little white rabbits, which are obviously best-sellers. There is only one solitary black crow mask, and it is an unpopular model. It's clear at a glance.
Feng Bei was picking at the stalls, and she chose a very strange one for Zheng Xiu - the style was a ferocious green-faced ghost head with a protruding chin and four long fangs intertwined. The eyes are crescent-shaped, looking like a ghost smiling ferociously. There are many patterns on the mask.
"Your taste is really...unique."
Zheng Xiu was speechless, watching helplessly as Feng Bei didn't understand the meaning of his words and bought it without saying a word. But Zheng Xiu naturally wouldn't put it on him. Once he cancels [Fugue], the mask will drop from the place where the incarnation disappeared. What is the difference between this and exposing chicken feet? Wasn't it exposed instantly?
It was just a disguise for the two of them to hang out at street stalls, and Zheng Xiu didn't expect Feng Bei to actually spend money to buy these gadgets.
Take a few steps.
Feng Bei strung the two masks together and hung them on his waist.
She turned around in front of Zheng Xiu, turned her back to Zheng Xiu, and said with a smile: "Brother Zheng, does this look good?"
Zheng Xiu hesitated to ask whether you meant the mask or something else when you said good-looking. Suddenly, Zheng Xiu stared at Feng Bei's back. After a moment of silence, he pointed: "Feng Bei, are you... today?" …Just happened to forget to bring your waistband when you go out?”
Feng Bei was startled when he heard this and lowered his head to look at his waist.
The place where the "Shang Xian San" waist badge should have been hung.
At this moment, it's empty.
The atmosphere between the two was silent for a few seconds.
The rare smile on Feng Bei's face disappeared, and his fists slowly clenched.
Zheng Xiu also found it incredible.
Although Feng Bei didn't say anything, her reaction seemed to explain everything.
She was stolen.
Moreover, Ye Weiyang's waistband was stolen while she was happily shopping.
The silent Feng Bei had no expression on his face, pulling at it with his teeth and clenching his black silk gloves.
"Calm down."
Zheng Xiu had a few drops of cold sweat on his forehead and promised: "I will never tell them, I promise not to say anything."
Feng Bei nodded.
Zheng Xiu's judgment of Feng Bei's mentality was actually slightly wrong.
He thought Feng Bei was angry because he had lost his reputation and lost face.
But this is not the case.
What Feng Bei cares about is not just Ye Weiyang's waist card.
Ye Weiyang's waist card is nothing. If you lose it, just lose it. You can just make another one later. Feng Bei doesn't care at all.
What she really cared about was that she was embarrassed in front of Zheng Xiu.
The two parted ways at a street intersection not far away.
He said they were going to split up to look for the lost waist card.
As soon as Feng Bei entered the alley, he climbed up on the roof and crouched on the roof like a nimble little leopard. His eyes were as sharp as a hawk, looking towards the street with a murderous intent.
Zheng Xiu pretended to look left and right on the ground.
He probably knew who stole Feng Bei's badge.
Not long after he walked out of the tea stall, Zheng Xiu saw the symbol Si Youqing mentioned.
In fact, Jiangjun Town is quite a special town.
The town is very small, at the foot of the mountain, with inconvenient transportation and a remote geographical location, and its strategic significance is negligible.
Therefore, this small Wankou town called Jiangjun Town not only has no garrison, but also no branch of Ye Weiyang.
But it is this kind of place that is like a paradise for criminals, where fish and dragons mix together and live in secret.
At the very least, this kind of petty theft is rare in the imperial city. It didn't happen before, and it will be even harder to find in the future.
Crows are flying all over the city, and the Shenwu Army garrison is patrolling day and night. Who dares to mess around under the emperor's feet?
So much so that the security of the imperial city was too good.
The person who could steal the badge from Feng Bei without anyone noticing was no ordinary thief.
It is very likely that they are strange people who have entered the [Stealing Gate].
But what Zheng Xiu couldn't figure out was how could a thaumaturge who entered the [Stealing Gate] not recognize Feng Bei's uniform? If he dared to steal the badge after recognizing him, Zheng Xiu really admired this "thief". He was a strong man.
If nothing else, he is brave enough.
Zheng Xiu was walking alone on the road.
Not long after, he was keenly aware that someone was spying on him.
"coming?"
Zheng Xiu, who could no longer act anymore, cheered up.
He was alert and wanted to see how the other party stole Feng Bei's waist card.
suddenly.
Zheng Xiu's expression changed, and he suddenly reached into his arms and grabbed something in his clothes.
Zheng Xiu, who was surprised in his heart, kept a calm expression on his face and walked quickly into the alley.
"Caught?"
Feng Bei was watching Zheng Xiu's every move from a high place.
When Zheng Xiu took something into his arms and quickly got into the alley, Feng Bei sensed something was wrong and jumped off the roof.
"I can't say."
Zheng Xiu looked weird, and in front of Feng Bei, he took out the "thing" that was constantly struggling and squirming in his arms.
That is……
one hand!
A pale and slender "broken hand" struggled in Zheng Xiu's iron hoop-like palm.
Zheng Xiu looked at the "broken hand". The hand looked like a real one, with the bones and veins clearly visible at the fracture.
From the broken part of the wrist, there were faint wisps of black gas leaking out, which was strange and inexplicable.
"snort."
Feng Bei snorted softly and reached out to grab the struggling severed hand, preparing to kill it.
"Don't worry."
Zheng Xiu grabbed the hand and refused to let go, with a smile on his face: "The owner of this severed hand should come to the door soon."
They waited in the alley.
After a while, two or three people blocked each end of the alley.
Blocking both ends of the alley were young men and women dressed in poor clothes.
The oldest one was only in his early twenties. He held a knife in his hand, walked a few steps along the alley viciously, and said to Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei: "Hand over your hand."
The other people also took out their own weapons.
What makes Zheng Xiu dumbfounded is that compared with the weapons of others, the leader's weapon can be regarded as a "magic weapon."
Some of the others were holding hammers, some were holding kitchen knives, and some were even holding spatulas.
When the weird things happened, most of the anger in Feng Bei's heart disappeared.
She and Zheng Xiu looked at each other, and both saw a trace of laughter and laughter in each other's eyes.
One can imagine Feng Bei's complicated mood at this moment.
Her dignified Shang Xian San was actually stolen by these gangsters.
"Brother Zheng." Feng Bei lowered his head and gritted his teeth.
"I understand, this is a secret." Zheng Xiu suppressed a smile and walked towards the leading young man: "Don't argue with them, they are all children. I will go and reason with them."
After a few breaths.
Zheng Xiu knocked everyone down easily.
The leading young man who made the loudest noise at first was trampled under Zheng Xiu's feet with a bruise and a swollen face.
After being beaten, the young man still glared at Zheng Xiu fiercely and spat blood on the ground.
Zheng Xiu patted the young man's face with his severed hand: "You are pretty tough, but don't make us look like we are evil people. It was obviously you who stole from us first."
"Kill or chop as you please! You guys in black clothes are not good people! If only I could frown..."
Zheng Xiu stamped his foot, creating a small crater in the ground next to the young man's face.
Zheng Xiu smiled: "That's it?"
The young man closed his mouth.
"enough!"
At this time, a thin, dirty child who had been hiding across the alley pretending to be a passerby walked into the alley. One of her hands was hidden in the lapel of her clothes, and the other hand was holding a dark waistband.
It's a little girl.
The little girl gritted her teeth and said with her head held high: "Let them go! I'll give you back your belt!"
She also seemed to know that she had no bargaining chips, and threw her badge at Zheng Xiu with an expression as if it had been broken.
The waist tag was quickly put back on Feng Bei's waist and returned to its original owner.
"I've given you my belt card back, let them go! And my hand, give it back to me!" The girl stretched out her palm towards the macho man. The voice sounded strong, but the weak voice and slightly trembling palms betrayed her true thoughts.
Zheng Xiu squeezed his hand hard and severed it.
The little girl turned pale, screamed in pain, and squatted on the ground.
"Susu!"
When the young man on the ground saw the girl's painful expression, he became anxious and began to curse at the strong man again.
"You are...the League of Gentlemen?"
Zheng Xiu always felt that this League of Gentlemen was slightly different from what Si Youqing described.
The grade is too high on the crotch.
Zheng Xiu even suspected that just one person, Douxie, could beat the whole crowd.
The girl whose severed hand was held by Zheng Xiu and whom the young man called "Su Su" gritted her teeth and expressed her final stubbornness: "You just know that we are a league of gentlemen! We are just minions in the league of gentlemen. If the big shot takes action, you guys in black will not be able to get out of General Town!"
Zheng Xiu looked back at Feng Bei.
Want to laugh.
"What a coincidence, I was just thinking of meeting the big shot you were talking about."
About twenty minutes later.
Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei used their "broken hands" as hostages to force the children to lead the way.
The children did not dare to play tricks this time, and obediently led them to an abandoned house.
The copper lock at the door of the house was covered with rust, and it was obvious that no one had lived in it for a long time. However, a group of people went around to the back of the yard and moved a cart filled with fluffy hay, revealing a small hole. Su Su turned around and said to Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei: "We, the Gentlemen League, can enter from here. If you insist on entering, please do so!"
This is obviously a dog hole.
When Su Su spoke, a hint of "revenge was avenged" flashed in her eyes.
Zheng Xiu has often dealt with recently either high-ranking emperors, princes with their own agendas, or remnant sons with magical powers.
Such a down-to-earth and easy-to-understand "villain" made Zheng Xiu feel inexplicably familiar.
Feng Bei also had a similar mood.
How should I put it, the villains I usually encounter are too well-organized. It was rare to encounter someone of this caliber, and it was difficult for Feng Bei to remain angry, as if he were looking at a group of naughty children.
"Okay." Zheng Xiu nodded: "I'm too lazy to go back to the front door."
After saying that, Zheng Xiu stretched out his kick, easily kicked a big hole in the wall, and walked in swaggeringly.
After walking in, Zheng Xiu threw his severed hand back.
Su Su was stunned. The severed hand turned into a few wisps of black air in mid-air and penetrated into Su Su's clothes.
When Su Su took out the hand that had been hidden all the way from the lapel of her clothes, she found it was intact.
Feng Bei walked in behind Zheng Xiu.
"It smells like blood."
Fengbei Road.
Zheng Xiu: "I smelled it, so I gave her my hand back."
Zheng Xiu's kick on the wall was too loud, and as soon as he took a few steps, a young man who looked to be only thirteen or fourteen years old, with his head wrapped in gauze and the gauze stained with blood, walked out of the house shaking with a stick in his hand.
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