. . ) At the top of the sun, an old woman with a full head of black hair and a stooped back walked past the archway and walked down, following each step.
Looking at the pilgrims going up the mountain one by one, the old woman suddenly stopped and looked up at the three four-column and five-story stone buildings.
With the four big characters "Zhishi Xuanyue", he looked at the several stone statues of Weng Zhong at the door. Some of them were grinning, some were pointing to the sky and the earth, and they had different shapes.
The old woman said to herself. You have been relying on such an unfounded belief for thousands of years. Are you sick? The old woman shook her head and smiled bitterly.
Will it bring a lot of gold and silver that can't be spent, or can it hope to live a good life? Or is it really about rejuvenating and becoming immortal?
The old woman could not help but curl her lips. A group of stubborn barbarians who don't know how to adapt. The old woman snorted contemptuously.
The old woman looked at the travel dust of a person passing by, leaning on a branch that could be seen everywhere, and laughed out loud.
She really couldn't figure out what the purpose of this group of devout pilgrims was, to have such unrealistic and blind faith in those things that were fictitious.
On the other hand, looking at my own sect, from a famous person to a peddler and a pawn, my almost crazy respect for my old man is something that people can touch.
Although I am blind to this respect, the theory of immortality is real. It is said that my old man has touched the threshold of the realm of heaven and human beings. By analogy, he can cultivate the great road and achieve immortality. He is no better than these gods who only exist in legends. Buddha is much stronger?
As long as you hug this thigh, why worry about no good? Anyway, he is the biggest in the world. The old woman was mumbling something, and the pilgrims passing by just thought she was a devout believer. How could they know her crooked thoughts?
This old woman seemed to be going to another mortal world soon. She seemed to have a luxury to take another breath. She looked at the passers-by with misty eyes, as if looking at a group of ants, with quite contempt.
The old woman threatened Wudang Mountain and walked all the way down the official road. She walked from noon to noon, passed the Zonghai Gate of Junzhou City, and walked around to a deserted tavern. When she turned to the backyard, she didn't knock on the door. Cross the courtyard wall.
Her agility and vigorous movements make her look like a decrepit old woman? The old woman reached to the back of her head, groped for a while, peeled off the hair and a piece of dough, and threw it into a wine-making urn in the courtyard.
Jiugong Yan. He took out a piece of dough as thin as a cicada's wing from his arms, pressed it on his face, and took out several silver needles to prick the Fengchi, Yingxiang, and Yifeng acupuncture points respectively.
He did it while walking, and when he put down his hand, he walked through the corridor and arrived at the side door of the front hall, his face completely changed.
After taking off the patched robe, the waiter in the front hall hurriedly ran over and handed over a long, dirty coarse cloth dress. Looking at this dress again, although she looked more like a village woman now, her movements were a little rustic, But there is clearly an imperceptible enchantment between her eyebrows, the charm in the corners of her eyes, and her smile gives off a charm that is not seen in young ladies from rich families in the city.
She then carried the baggage handed to her by the waiter and picked up the tablecloth to tie a knot in her hair. She felt like a village woman. This Fuying woman, who had suddenly become younger than an old woman and was now more than thirty years old, opened her mouth, obviously in order not to Let others hear, and asked in a low voice: "Have you checked everything out?" A young man dressed as a waiter in a store, whose identity is definitely not a waiter, bowed and said: "The villain has received the news at noon and started to arrange it. The news from the capital It will take two or three days at the fastest to find out. Junzhou City has put this person’s connections and past in the past two years since he came here, and your new experience has also been completed. The neighbors also quietly silenced each other." Jiugongyan reached out and pinched the other person's rough cheek very naturally. It was very teasing. It was impossible to tell whether it was true or false. She smiled and said: "In Hayato Town, How come there is a child like you who can do things? When I have the opportunity in the future, go and do things next to Dao Man." The waiter knelt down in fear, and did not care about attracting the attention of the few two or three drinkers in the store. He kowtowed like pounding garlic, and his voice As light as a mosquito or fly but unable to hide his respect,
"Kneel down and thank Jiugong Majie." Jiugong Yan said again: "I'm afraid there will be some inconvenience in the movement of the two branches of Sesshomaru in the past two days. Please send someone smarter to help." The waiter in the shop should be.
Then she just patted his head gently, as if Jiugongyan's action contained some meaning that others couldn't understand. The waiter's waist was lower and his body was bowed to the ground.
When Jiugong Yan, who only knew a little bit about the waiter's identity, took the baggage and left, the waiter raised his head with enthusiasm in his eyes.
Quan assumed that the woman who looked like a village girl was the owner of the tavern, and several of the drinkers couldn't help but look down upon the waiter in the store with disdain.
He looked like a dog wagging its tail begging for mercy. He didn't feel anything wrong with his actions at all. The waiter got up and worked even harder.
After coming out of the tavern, Jiugong Yan took out a pancake and a rare black piece of paper from his bag, and ate it while walking.
The paper is no bigger than the palm of your hand, with three to four hundred small characters densely packed on both sides, starting with three big characters.
"Yue Qingfeng", I think this is the information about the police officer who was demoted from the capital to Junzhou. It records in detail some of the important social interactions of this female-faced Beijing police officer after he was transferred to Junzhou more than two years ago. It also includes a resume that can only be controlled by the government, including where and when he worked, and where he worked. When and why he was transferred to where, it can be described as detailed.
After finishing one pancake and memorizing the information contained in it, I took out the water bag and swallowed it with a ball of black paper.
Whenever intelligence is involved, it must be handled in such a disgusting manner. This is also what they must do to prevent the clues left by interested people from being discovered and making a big fuss. As for the secret identity that they cannot expose at the moment, Jiugong Yan can only reluctantly eat it by himself. .
I can't help but think of the few faces around me in the past. Alas, ever since I came here, I have been careful all day long, not daring to expose anything, so that I haven't eaten meat for a long time.
But thinking of the next plan, Jiugong Yan's eyebrows curved, as if he had foreseen some unspeakable scenes in the near future, and his smile was charming.
Jiugong Yan, who had been depressed for a long time, once again thought of her old man's lustful and debauched life while being slept with, and became furious.
Alas, among the few living water from the same source, this old and immortal person in my family seems to have become a stagnant water. They are just enjoying happiness. They are hugging each other and are not happy. Instead, they run around all day long and can't get anything done. thing.
But when I thought about my plan, I felt a little more comfortable. If I could use Yue Qingfeng to catch Ye San Geng and Ye Xie Yu, I wouldn't have to worry about the backer king who made my old man jealous. I'm afraid I'd have a lot of people under my belt by then. He is about to catch up with the other living water by a long way, then won't the day when he can call the storm come?
The more I thought about it, the more excited I became, and even my feet felt a little lighter. In a short time, I arrived at the destination of my trip, Funan Dongyi Lane.
According to the laws and regulations of the Zhou Dynasty, the internal planning of any big city where state or county government offices are located is mostly based on the layout of the capital city, with alleys from east to west, streets from north to south, and names are arranged according to the heavenly stems.
In this way, Fu Nan Ding Lane is the fourth east-west lane to the south of Fu Yamen. Dongyi Lane, which was conveniently called by the nearby people, was more than a hundred feet away from the government office. It was no better than the several alleys and streets around the government office. It was inhabited by dignitaries and merchants who gathered there, such as Yue Qingfeng, who had already been The policeman who had been expelled from his home and was not of high rank was neither a high official nor a wealthy person. Naturally, he was not qualified to live there, so he had no choice but to live in a private house here.
Jiugong Yan found this place based on the information in the intelligence, rehearsed the plan in her mind again, and kept pounding on a mottled wooden door.
Of course no one said anything. The scene of knocking on a cup of tea one after another, and shouting from time to time
"Uncle," but there was no response from the house. Instead, the door to the opposite courtyard creaked open, and Yue Qingfeng's head emerged from the courtyard.
Naturally, she heard the voice behind her, so Jiugongyan deliberately ignored it and continued to knock. Leaning against the courtyard door, Yue Qingfeng saw how persistent this woman was and said, "Girl, do you have anything to do with Old Man Zhao?" A smile appeared on the corner of Jiugong Yan's lips, and it disappeared briefly. Then she turned around and looked at Yue Qingfeng, with a trace of confusion in her eyes. Speaking in a strong Lu dialect, he said: "Brother, I am his distant niece. My father died of illness a few years ago and asked me to come and join my uncle. I remember this was here when I came here before. Why is there no one here?" No. Yue Qingfeng, who suspected him, said: "Unfortunately, a man came at lunch time and took his old couple away. He said that his son had made a lot of money outside and took them there to enjoy themselves." As for the waiter's ability in the tavern, Jiugong Yan was quite satisfied. Although such rhetoric was not perfect, it was enough to find an opportunity to contact Yue Qingfeng in a short period of time.
Jiugong Yan, who was dressed like a village woman, specially wiped some dust on the wall to pretend to be dusty. Her face suddenly felt bitter, her eye circles were red, and she was about to shed tears.
"Brother, do you know where my uncle went to find my elder brother?" Yue Qingfeng shook his head, feeling a little pity for this woman who came all the way to seek refuge with relatives but failed, and said: "I am a city policeman. I can register from the household registration Bo Shang will check it for you." As he spoke, he showed his badge and said,
"If you are not in a hurry, go to the city posthouse and stay overnight. I will take you to the government office tomorrow morning." Looking at the setting sun, Jiugong Yan's tears fell down.
"The money is all used up, I can't go anywhere." Yue Qingfeng frowned. The government office at this time has been closed for a long time. It is impossible for Yue Qingfeng to check the household registration book alone because of such a trivial matter.
It was already the Youzheng hour, and it was getting dark. It was really uneasy for an unaccompanied woman to go out.
While Yue Qingfeng was thinking about it, Jiugongyan wiped her tears, with a painted face, and said softly: "Brother, if it's convenient for you, can you let me stay at your house for a night first? Don't worry, I will make it clear to your sister-in-law that it's not for nothing. Stay here and I will give you money when you find my uncle." Yue Qingfeng pouted, where can I find his mother-in-law?
! After gathering her thoughts, Yue Qingfeng looked at the woman in front of her and was at a loss. Leave it alone, the other party is from a woman's family. Let her be alone outside. What should she do if she encounters a bad person?
But I am alone with a big man, and the other person is a woman. It would be a bit embarrassing if word spread that this man and woman were alone.
"Brother, I've been gone all day and I haven't eaten yet. You can give me a pancake first and let me spread it on my bed. If it's inconvenient for you, I can wait for you at the door all night. I don't dare to go. In other places, I am afraid that there are bad people. My father said before that if you have troubles when you are away from home, if you go to the government, you are an errand and you are a good person." The woman was pitiful, and Yue Qingfeng was in a dilemma.
It seems like there really is no other way, right? Yue Qingfeng said cruelly: "I am the only one in my family. As long as you don't feel wrong, just feel aggrieved first." As he spoke, he opened the courtyard door.
The trace of an imperceptible smile quickly disappeared from the face stained by tears. The woman wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes again and choked out: "Thank you, brother." She just walked in the door without paying attention and tripped over the threshold, causing her body to fall. It was crooked, but fortunately Yue Qingfeng reached out to help it in time.
The woman's eyebrows were dodgey, and she quickly turned sideways, with a bit of shame.
"Brother, can I boil some water and wash myself? I haven't changed my clothes in months." Yue Qingfeng, who is by no means obscene, calmed down and said, "The kitchen is over there. You can clean it up yourself. I'll go to the side room to clean it up." Clean it up." Seeing the man leave quickly, the woman smiled in triumph.
Thinking of the woman acting like this, the man's heart moved. They all understand, but they don’t understand either. Everyone has their own concerns, pretending to be confused while pretending to understand.
