Infinity Throne

Morning Queen.

When the two arrived in Shengping County, the weather happened to change. Dark clouds pressed down on the county town, and a hazy drizzle began to fall.

But look at that day, it won’t be long before something happens.

There were only a few people on the road, and two white-haired old guards were guarding the gate of Shengping County.

But when it comes to guarding, in fact, it is not completely guarded.

Just when Yi Lin and Wang Xiaohu had just deposited their horses at the inn next to the city gate, they happened to see two dedicated veterans waking up, yawning and walking in, leaving Shengping County empty.

Is the defense so lax?

Yi Lin and Wang Xiaohu looked at each other. Didn't they say that the world outside was desolate, bandits were raging, and the market was not good?

But taking advantage of the gap between the city gates, Yi Lin directly pulled Wang Xiaohu into the city.

Yi Lin discovered something on the road. The money they got from the robbers had the inscription of a certain bank printed on it. If it were to be traced, the origin would be hard to explain.

A good example of robbing the rich and giving to the poor may be misunderstood in the end.

Shengping County, Shengping County, Shengping County.

The name of this county town is good.

But when the two stepped in, they had no intention of "singing and dancing".

There are many homeless beggars squatting beside the avenue. They habitually beg from passers-by.

"I'm hungry...I'm hungry...please give up!"

"I have an eighty-year-old mother and a seven-year-old son. My humble wife is still disabled..."

"Save the child... I haven't had a full meal for eighteen days..."

Someone was crying.

Someone screamed.

Someone shouted hungry.

The beggars had just stretched out their hands to Yi Lin and Wang Xiaohu out of habit. When they looked up, they saw that they were actually hairy boys, and they immediately retracted their hands into their sleeves unluckily. Looking again, they saw that Wang Xiaohu was tall and tall, with a knife on his waist. Immediately, they did not dare to beg. They shivered and retracted their hands into their ragged sleeves, pretending that they had never begged before.

Wang Xiaohu saw how pitiful they were and reached out to touch them.

Not long ago, Yi Lin deposited part of the silver in Wang Xiaohu because the silver was too heavy.

Yi Lin saw Wang Xiaohu's plan, gently pressed her friend's hand that was about to make a move, and shook her head without leaving any trace.

Wang Xiaohu hesitated for a few seconds, but still chose to follow Yi Lin's opinion.

The two communicated silently, without attracting anyone else's attention.

"Boom!"

A thunder cracked through the dark clouds.

The bright light of lightning made their faces turn pale.

Then, a heavy downpour fell, shattering all over the ground.

"It's raining!"

"Run!"

As soon as it started to rain heavily, all the beggars who had seemed weak and out of breath just now ran away with a roar.

Wang Xiaohu stared blankly at the beggars who dispersed in a hurry, wondering why the poor man who just kept talking about not having enough to eat for eighteen days could run more agilely than Wang Xiaohu.

"What are you doing standing around? Hurry up and get out of the rain."

Yi Lin smiled and gave Wang Xiaohu a hand, while she erected an invisible "thought umbrella" above her head to block the rain.

The two of them followed the eaves, passed the market, and came to a luxurious building.

This should be considered a bustling city in Shengping County.

But at the moment, because of the bad weather, the heavy rain can even make holes in the umbrellas drip, so the streets are lonely and empty of pedestrians.

"Where can we go to get shelter from the rain?"

Yi Lin quickly looked around for a moment and pointed in one direction.

Wang Xiaohu looked in the direction of Yi Lin's finger and suddenly took a breath of cold air: "Wanxiang Tower? Wait, Brother Lin, is this the legendary place of fireworks...the brothel!"

Wang Xiaohu was shocked.

He never expected Yi Lin to be such a person.

How old are you?

He also grew up under the influence of Uncle Niu's stories.

Whenever Uncle Niu talks about the most famous and coveted place "Wanxiang Tower" in Dongsheng China, he always subconsciously adds a lot of wonderful ink.

Even though Uncle Niu cared about the innocence of children, the meaning revealed in his few words was that Wanxiang Tower was not a serious place.

After a while.

Only then did Wang Xiaohu realize that he had thought wrongly and had misunderstood.

It turns out that Yi Lin was referring to the teahouse next door to Wanxiang House.

The name on the plaque of the tea house is slightly unique - San Pin Xuan.

There were many people sitting in Sanpinxuan taking shelter from the rain.

Some people who seemed to have no money were kicked out directly by a tall and impressive spectator in front of the teahouse.

When Yi Lin and Wang Xiaohu stepped into the teahouse, dusty and dusty, when the tall man's gaze fell on Yi Lin's face, he first showed disgust.

Then he quickly turned to Wang Xiaohu, and his eyes finally fell on the broad knife on Wang Xiaohu's waist. Then he squinted his eyes, grinned, and said with a full smile: "Hey, the guest sir is looking at you. You two are full of nobility. When you look at it, This is not an ordinary gentleman. Come on, come on, you two gentlemen, have a seat in the teahouse! Come on, please give me a seat in the teahouse!"

"It seems that Wang Xiaohu's hidden charm value is really not low."

Yi Lin muttered secretly.

It seems that Wang Xiaohu was really the right person to bring along on this trip...it's very useful.

At the very least, it saves a lot of trouble.

But Wang Xiaohu's face doesn't look like the kind of person with high charm. Charm and charm really don’t depend on your face, right?

Stepping into the teahouse, Yi Lin habitually observed the surrounding environment.

Even after spending thirteen years here, Yi Lin still hasn't forgotten the little habits he made during the trials as an apostle.

There was a middle-aged storyteller, shaking a paper fan, telling various anecdotes in the teahouse with great interest.

A group of tea drinkers gathered around the storyteller, saying hello and applauding from time to time.

On every tea table, there are groups of three or five chatting about Jianghu affairs.

In the most conspicuous position of Sanpinxuan, there is a calligraphy work posted. In Yi Lin's opinion, the calligraphy is ordinary, but the content is somewhat interesting - "Taste tea, taste people, taste everything in the world."

The two of them sat on the second floor.

There is an open-air balcony with tiles to cover your head, so the environment is not too bad.

There was a lot of noise all around.

The sounds of storytellers, conversations, rain, and the muted sounds from next door all mixed together like a market song.

It was Wang Xiaohu's first time coming to the county town. He looked around like a country bumpkin.

After a while, Yi Lin ordered a pot of hot tea and a few plates of delicate snacks, then sat down.

"call--"

Wang Xiaohu poured a full cup of hot tea, cooled it with his mouth, then tilted his neck and took a big sip. It seemed that he was very tired from traveling all night, and he could finally rest.

Yi Lin closed her eyes and began to listen.

Wang Xiaohu watched as Yi Lin closed her eyes and said nothing, neither drinking tea nor eating. He gnawed the peanuts boredly and counted them one by one. The two were silent for a while, and Wang Xiaohu finally couldn't help it anymore. Thinking of what happened just now, he whispered with a bit of embarrassment, "Brother Lin, I just thought you were planning to go somewhere."

Wang Xiaohu pursed his lips towards the partition wall, his meaning clear.

Yi Lin didn't open her eyes and replied with a smile: "Maybe there will be a chance to go in and see something."

"hiss……?"

Wang Xiaohu took a breath.

It rains heavily and the vegetation in my old hometown is deep.

The rain lasted for half an hour.

The lower it gets, the bigger it gets.

The guests in the teahouse were all trapped in the teahouse and could not leave. The group could only pass the time by drinking tea and listening to the scholar tell stories.

It was approaching noon, the sky was still dark, and the dark clouds had not subsided at all. It seemed that the long-awaited rain would continue for a while.

On the street, due to the lack of drainage system, bursts of turbulent water flooded half of the street, like a shallow stream, with a constant sound of water.

Yi Lin and Wang Xiaohu also sat in the "private seats" on the second floor for half an hour. Yi Lin asked people to refill the tea from time to time. The waiter carrying the teapot looked at Yi Lin and Wang Xiaohu's eyes after refilling the tea pot for the sixth time. Something is wrong.

Wang Xiaohu was also a little worried. They had been sitting here for a long time. If they continued to delay, something would happen every minute.

Don't get me wrong, Wang Xiaohu is not worried about the two of them, but worried about the people in the teahouse.

No one who witnessed the bloody scene of Yi Lin killing bandits with his own eyes would naively think that Yi Lin was an innocent young man with no power.

"By the way, Brother Lin, aren't we leaving yet?"

"Go?" Yi Lin finally opened her eyes and looked at the latter speechlessly: "Where are you going?"

"Ah this?" Wang Xiaohu scratched his head: "I don't know about this."

"That's it." Yi Lin finally took a sip of the cold tea in front of her, and then breathed a sigh of relief: "It's really tiring to collect intelligence in this environment."

Coming, coming, coming!

Wang Xiaohu shook his head and became energetic.

It’s Brother Lin’s dialect!

"Collect...intelligence?"

Wang Xiaohu asked.

Yi Lin explained with a smile: "A place where fish and dragons are mixed is the easiest place to collect information. When people are relaxed, sometimes they even inadvertently let slip and reveal some secrets."

"Brother Lin, what do you mean?" Wang Xiaohu first quietly stretched out his finger and poked it downwards, meaning "the tea guest downstairs." Then he looked at Yi Lin with more admiration in his eyes: "Brother Lin, What do you know?"

Yi Lin raised the corners of her mouth and smiled. Just when she was about to say something, there was a strange movement downstairs.

"Shhh."

Yi Lin made a gesture to silence Wang Xiaohu, but he stood up, walked to the eaves of the second floor, and looked outside.

In the pouring rain.

A guest in white clothes holding a snow-white paper umbrella came walking slowly across the water.