Ye Wumian said: "That's very good! Please help me lead the way."
His internal strength improved, and after breaking through to the realm of reverse communication, his eyesight also improved.
In such a dark night, it is difficult to see small characters, but the general outline of the object can be seen clearly.
Following this maid, Wu Mian secretly memorized the route.
Combined with his movements these days, he had a preliminary impression of the general map of Tan Mansion in his mind.
This impression will be useful next time you secretly take a look at Luoxiang Bamboo.
After half a stick of incense, a horse neighed. The fat maid pointed forward and said, "Not far away is the stable. It stinks so much. I won't go with you. Heroine, please help yourself."
Ye Wumian watched her leave.
Using his night vision, he carefully walked on the stone path leading to the stable.
After about ten steps, the smell of horse manure already pierced the tip of my nose.
Ye Wumian was very sensitive to smells. He felt uncomfortable when he smelled too much, so he had to cover his mouth and nose and walk into the stable.
The stables in Tan Mansion are not big, with only seven or eight horses.
Ye Wumian soon saw the red-bearded old horse that he had longed for among the horses.
At this moment, this beast was lying on the back of a little mare, performing the salute of worship with all its strength.
The suitcase hanging on its belly did not affect it, and it performed very well.
There is no evil in Ye Wu Mian, so he turns his head away, neither peeking nor disturbing.
It wasn't until she finished her business, let out a long neigh of satisfaction, and separated from the little mare that he walked over to the trough with a smile and said:
"Old Ma, Old Ma, I didn't expect that you would still have such an affair despite your old age! I really saw you right! This situation reminds me of Mr. Su Dongpo's poem."
When the red-bearded old horse heard his voice, he cried happily, walked to the slot in small steps, stretched out his horse's head from between the railings, and rubbed against him affectionately.
Ye Wumian patted its head and praised, "A pear tree weighs more than a dozen begonias, old horse."
Compared with seven days ago, the red-bearded old horse is a little plumper, which shows that the Tan family's feed is very good for horses.
Ye Wumian said to himself: "People live well in the Tan family, and horses get fat in the Tan family. In this case, what else do I have to worry about?"
As he spoke, there was a sour feeling on the tip of his nose.
His hands were not idle, and he quickly took out two long swords with pine grain and dragon scale iron scabbards from the suitcase beside the old horse, and a package.
What was wrapped in the package were the clothes that Zhang Daqiu had worn in his wardrobe when he was on Black Elk Peak.
He patted the red-bearded old horse's head lovingly and said: "Old horse, live your life well in the Tan Mansion! You are not young anymore. If you follow me, you will only suffer from traveling around the world.
If one day the lady wants to go on an outing and pick a horse from the stable, you must let her choose you, you know? I don't worry about other horses. "
The red-bearded old horse seemed to understand what he said and nodded. Suddenly, he shook his head vigorously.
Ye Wumian suddenly stretched out two fingers and clamped a huge gadfly beside its head.
It turns out that the old horse nodded and shook his head to avoid this annoying flying fly.
Ye Wumian tied the sword around his waist, put the package on his back, closed the suitcase, and with a little push, patted the red-bearded old horse on the head: "Old horse, I'm leaving. Go and follow your little one." Let’s play mare!”
Lao Ma retracted his head. If he does as he says, go find the filly.
At this time, the little mare was being licked by another strong stallion. The old horse was furious when he saw it. He kicked the stallion's buttocks in a rage, and a scream echoed through the stable.
After a sleepless night, there is no longer any nostalgia. The internal energy is sinking in the acupuncture points on the feet. When I use Qinggong, my body spins up lightly.
When he found his footing again, he had reached the roof of a house. Looking down, he saw that the stable was about five or six feet away from him.
…
He walked briskly, stepping on the tiles without making any noise. No one noticed him, and no one came out to check.
Not long after, they found their way out of the Tan Mansion compound and into the alley outside.
There are few pedestrians here during the day, and it is already past midnight, and everything is completely silent. Only the occasional scream of crows reminds me that this is a sleepless night, and this is not a wonderful night.
He walked leisurely on the road, feeling extremely relaxed and extremely heavy.
Escorting the young lady to Tan Mansion safe and sound is not the end.
On the contrary, this is just the beginning.
The burden on me is twice as heavy as before departure. Not only must I explore the cause of death of the master, but also the cause of my wife's death.
For a moment, Ye Wumian fell into deep self-doubt: "Who am I living for?"
However, this entanglement did not last long, and he was attracted by the footsteps of a chaotic, drunken man.
The voice was still far away from him. It's just that the night is empty, and people will notice the slightest sound, let alone noisy steps.
He thought he was a mad man who went crazy with alcohol during the night. He himself broke the curfew and walked around, so he was not easy to be bumped into, so he planned to stay away from it.
I happened to hear a familiar voice mixed in with the footsteps.
When his ears twitched, he thought to himself: "This voice sounds very much like Uncle Tan's good brother-in-law Qian Boning. Why don't I sneak up and have a look?"
He immediately hid his voice, clamped his hair to prevent it from flying around, tapped his toes, flew out of a dozen positions, and ran towards the source of the sound.
After borrowing strength four or five times, Ye Wumian hid behind the T-ridge of a roof and looked coldly at the road.
Sure enough, I saw three people, shoulder to shoulder and back to back, swaying and crooked. They could turn left and right for a cup of tea on the ten-foot-long road, but they couldn't walk straight.
It seems that they are all very drunk.
The face of the person in the middle could not be seen clearly, but his figure was close to that of Qian Boning.
Sleepless Night is not sure, I just have to wait and see.
The three of them walked for a while, and the person on the left suddenly felt nauseated. He left the person in the middle and went to the side to vomit.
When he was almost done vomiting, he straightened up and said with a smile: "Mr. Qian, when our brothers and sisters met in Yinglou in recent days, we never saw you. The girls you are most in love with in Yinglou, They all say that I haven’t seen you here for five or six days. What’s wrong, are you starting to eat vegetarian food and recite the Buddha’s name?”
The man in the middle sighed and said: "It's bad luck, don't mention it. Brother, I have to say that there are hardships, there are hardships to talk about!"
Hearing this voice, Ye Wumian was already sure that the person in the middle was Qian Boning.
A cold light surged in his eyes, and he quietly placed his right hand on the dragon scale iron sheath sword, and a killing intent gradually spread out from his body.
As the saying goes, enemies meet on a narrow road. He was about to leave Changsha City, but unexpectedly he would meet Qian Boning.
He looked at Qian Boning from a distance and said to himself: "I wanted to kill you seven days ago, but if I did, I would not be able to escape, so I only gave you a light punishment at that time."
And tonight, as the saying goes, "The moon is dark, the wind is high, and the sky is full of murders and arson." It is a natural night for killing. If you kill, you will just run away, so there is no need to worry about how to escape.
