The leader is merciful, spare the life of the pavilion master

Quiet white clothes, double-breasted wide-sleeved shirt, and light-colored satin around the waist;

Black silk hangs down the shoulders, the fish looks like a toothpick, and the forehead is pointed like a beautiful woman.

Song Junchen looked at himself in the bronze mirror, with mixed emotions in his heart.

Who would have thought that in this elegant gentleman's body lived a soul from another world.

The maid Fuqiu walked in lightly with an exquisite mahogany box, and carefully opened the box with her little finger slightly tilted, and took out a transparent and delicate jade pendant of Ling Xiaohua from it, and put it on Song Junchen's waist with lowered eyes.

Those slender hands were trembling slightly.

"You are afraid."

"My lord, forgive me, slave.... slave is just a little cold..." Fuqiu paused in her hands, then hurriedly knelt down and put her forehead on the backs of her hands, her voice trembling.

"Early spring is still cold," Song Junchen looked at the shivering woman kneeling on the ground, hesitating whether to help her up, but finally withdrew her half-stretched hand, "Remember to add clothes."

"Yes... the servants respectfully follow the teachings of the young master."

"Go down."

"Yes, the servant will leave." Fuqiu took a few steps back, then turned around and walked out of the inner room with very quick small steps with her head bowed.

Song Junchen knew what she was afraid of.

Afraid of ghosts.

A dead person who died of drowning, his body was as stiff as a stone, his lips were as pale as frost, when everyone was regretting and discussing the funeral, he suddenly breathed out, like a corpse, and he was even more temperamental after waking up. The big change was completely like a different person, and everyone had to wonder whether it was the upper body of the water ghost, and they were terrified.

Such a strange thing was passed on from ten to ten, and now almost everyone who bumps into Young Master Song walks around, not even daring to take a second look.

Song Junchen turned a deaf ear to the rumors.

It's just a ghost, it's unimaginable that I accidentally resurrected in another time and space.

It's just that his current status is a bit troublesome.

He was supposed to be an ordinary young man working hard for the future in a high-rise building, but now he has turned into the owner of some kind of Golden Sparrow Pavilion. At first glance, he seems to be very powerful, but in fact his hands are full of mess.

The Golden Sparrow Pavilion is an intelligence organization shared by the rivers and lakes. Information can be sold or bought.Some people want to get rid of it quickly, and some people want to take advantage of the existence of this organization. In the past few years, there has been no incident, but a major event happened in Jianghu just a month ago. "Song Junchen" also died because of this, leaving only a bunch of mysteries.

Song Junchen used to be just a literary youth living in his own small world. He ate his meals with fluent English and knew nothing else. Now he has to manage a Zong Pavilion like an organization boss and solve puzzles like a police detective. It was too troublesome to solve the case, he would rather not have been here.

But suicide is impossible. He has died once, and he knows the value of life more clearly.

There is no other way than to accept the status quo.

Not in the habit of eating breakfast, Song Junchen only drank warm tea, then got into the carriage prepared by Xiaosi Maochun early in the morning, and headed for the north of the city.

Golden Sparrow Pavilion is well-known in Jianghu, but almost no one knows that its headquarters is just a restaurant, and no one knows that the real owner behind the restaurant is this little Song Song who seems to only know how to sing the wind and enjoy the moon.

Song Junchen did not go in through the gate, but quietly walked around from the path to the back door, and went up to a private room in the corner of the second floor under the respectful guidance of the waiter.He was not afraid of seeing the light, but worried that if he suddenly appeared in the crowd, he would frighten the guests of the restaurant and affect the business. After all, most of the superstitious and ignorant ancients in this city still believed in the rumor that he was "possessed by water ghosts".

After the door was closed tightly, Song Junchen lifted the bead curtain and walked into the depths of the room.

"Pavilion Master." Chong Xi, who was taking a nap, cheered up when he heard someone coming in, stood up and bowed respectfully to the person.

It has to be said that the former owner of this body did a good job in ordering his subordinates.

"What's the news in Jianghu these two days?" Song Junchen naturally sat in the upper seat and poured himself a cup of hot tea without haste.

"Returning to the pavilion master, the whereabouts of Xue Ce, the leader of the Yuanlong Sect, is still unknown, but his left protector Tao Yue showed up the day before yesterday and was active in the Huayu area."

"Hua Yu? It's not far from Jinli..." Song Junchen pondered.

"If the pavilion master is worried about Yuan Longjiao's revenge, the subordinates will arrange secret guards to protect the pavilion master at all times."

"No need," Song Junchen said with a calm face. It's not that he's not afraid of death, but because of his identity here, as the master of the Golden Sparrow Pavilion, and his martial arts ranks seventh in the Jianghu rankings, timidity is definitely not in line with his own settings. Can pretend to avoid being suspected, "Continue."

"In addition... the news of your death and resurrection, Pavilion Master, has caused a sensation in Jinli's radius of hundreds of miles. Although everyone does not know the identity of the Pavilion Master, the young son of the Jinli Song family has heard of it..."

"so?"

"So the subordinates are worried that the murderer who murdered the pavilion master will come again."

"How do you know that my falling into the water was not an accident, but a murder?" Song Junchen raised his eyes and looked at the person in front of him. This person was tall and slender, with a young but calm face. He was one of his confidantes all along.

"This subordinate has seen the pavilion master playing in the water. The water quality is very good, so he shouldn't drown."

"When did I play in the water?" Song Junchen was a little surprised. It stands to reason that a giant should not show such a private side in front of his subordinates.

"When...and Hall Master Nan were in the Ten Thousand Flowers Pond..."

Hall Master Nan?Wanhuachi?

Song Junchen seems to be a little impressed, but the point now is not this.

"The three major sects are so dignified that they used our hands to frame the Yuanlong Sect, and now they are biting us back and bringing us into injustice. I still haven't figured out what their purpose is," Song Junchen said with his slender, fair fingers. Tapping lightly on the table, he said in a deep voice, "There are only a handful of people in this world who know my true identity. It is no accident that I drowned. There must be traitors among us."

Chong Xi's lips moved: "I also have doubts."

"No, you didn't."

"Why?" Chong Xi was a little surprised.

"I believe you." Song Junchen is not a fool, even if he doubted the other party, he would not say it directly in front of them, let alone, he really did not doubt Chong Xi.

The original owner of the body saved Chong Xi's life and reused him so much, he shouldn't take revenge for his kindness.

On the contrary, Chong Xi was moved.

"Then who is the one who harmed me?" Song Junchen was more concerned about this. "Either someone leaked my identity and deliberately lured my enemies to take my life, or this traitor did it himself."

"The subordinates believe that the latter possibility is more likely."

"tell me the story."

"The Pavilion Master's force is so powerful, ordinary people can't easily kill the Pavilion Master's life, only the acquaintances whom the Pavilion Master trusts can attack from behind, it's impossible to defend against."

When Song Junchen heard the words "superior military strength", Song Junchen felt a little ashamed of himself, wondering how he would feel when the world knew that he had "lost all his skills".

"It makes sense." Song Junchen was about to open his mouth to say something more, but he heard a noise coming from the lobby downstairs, so he slowly got up and walked to the window not far away, opened a window slit, and exposed half of it slightly sideways Face down to find out what happened.

A man in ragged clothes and covered in dust stood motionless in the lobby, which aroused discussions among the diners.

"Why do you guard the door, why did you let a beggar in?" A rich young man said with disgust.

"It's so dirty, how can we eat?" Another man with a big belly complained.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, this man is too strong, and several strong men can't stop him." The little one beside him hurriedly apologized.

"Who is causing trouble?" Just as the crowd was dissatisfied, a middle-aged man wearing a sandal-colored robe walked out from the crowd. Song Junchen recognized that this was Uncle Quan who managed the restaurant and the only two family members he brought from the capital. one of the servants.

"Uncle Quan, you're here, get out of the way." Xiaoer hurriedly greeted the strong men in the surrounding town to leave, bowed his head and invited the middle-aged man to the center.

"Let your shopkeeper come out." The man's messy hair covered the expression on his face, and his tone seemed to be hostile.

"I am." Uncle Quan said lightly.

The man didn't speak, just waved his hand, and a red lantern hanging above everyone's head fell to the ground. Fortunately, no guests were hit, but the threat and dissatisfaction in it are self-evident.

"Little brother seems to be going too far." Uncle Quan's tone was still calm, without the slightest panic.

"Excessive?" The man sneered, "It is you who are excessive."

"how do I say this."

"I only talk to your shopkeeper."

"Isn't this the shopkeeper's!" Someone in the crowd whispered.

"That's right, Uncle Quan has been running Quanwei Building for almost six years, and this guy is here to make trouble!"

Uncle Quan is indeed the shopkeeper of Quanweilou, but the master behind Quanweilou is still Song Junchen.

Song Junchen, who was observing upstairs, seemed to have thought of something, and the bartender who rushed in to bring the wine whispered, and returned to his seat again.

"Get your sword ready, ready to strike at any time." Song Junchen suddenly smiled and said to Chong Xi for no reason.

Although Chong Xi was puzzled, he knew very well that he should not ask, so he put his hand on the scabbard and nodded solemnly.

The wine waiter hurriedly went downstairs and whispered a few words in Uncle Quan's ear. Uncle Quan nodded, with a routine smile on his face, he stretched out his hand and said, "Little brother, why don't you go upstairs and talk in detail."

The man knew in his heart that someone upstairs wanted to see him, so he snorted coldly, lifted his feet, and followed everyone upstairs amidst the curious gazes of the crowd and Xiaoer's apology.

After a while, the troublemaker appeared in front of Song Junchen, followed by the calm Uncle Quan.