Rebirth of Beigu Sirius

In the southwest of the Central Plains, adjacent to Nanzhao, there is a city named Yunlai.

The city is built on the hillside, surrounded by trees and lush water and grass.The terrain is also slightly higher than other places, and the blue sky is like washing, surrounded by clouds and mist, which is as bright and clear as a fairyland, which is quite suitable for the name.

When Yun Zhuo and Situ Lin arrived on their horses, it was mid-afternoon in the city, and every small recipe stall along the street opened fires, making it very lively.Fried cakes, stewed noodles, bamboo tube rice, rice noodles, pickled vegetables, and pea flour should be laid out, and all kinds of rich aromas are mixed in the narrow streets and alleys. The person's sleeves began to look left and right, and the saliva kept swallowing.

After all, when you are guilty, you will be displaced, and you will lose your five senses in the underworld for three years. When you return to the world, you will feel nostalgic in your stomach than in your heart.In the face of delicious food, any suspicious case, Hong Feng, or the dark thief, all suffered a complete defeat in front of the gluttons in their stomachs.

He excitedly walked a few steps, and saw a Hmong girl under the bamboo shed carrying a small basket, some flower cakes in the middle were covered with icing sugar, the fragrance was refreshing, and the white skin was soft, his eyes were about to light up immediately, Situ Lin slapped his shoulders, pouted his mouth and said tentatively, "Brother Lin, what do you think this little girl looks like?"

Situ Lin didn't raise his head: "Not at all."

"Hey, why are you like this?"

Not knowing how to answer, Yun Zhuo raised her eyebrows slightly, but still couldn't forget the tempting dessert: "Then we don't talk about girls, do you want to eat flower cakes?"

The person who was asked turned his head and glanced at him, then looked at the shortbread stand. After a while, his expression became clear, and he took out a wallet from his pocket and threw it away: "Buy."

"So refreshing?"

Seeing that the man himself had little interest in flower cakes, Yun Zhuo reached out to take the purse, feeling a little puzzled: "When will you be so kind to others?"

Situ Lin raised his eyebrows: "I've always been nice to you, you just don't know."

"Is it?"

Yun Zhuo walked to the front of the shed in two steps, took the flower cake wrapped in oil paper, squinted his eyes, and didn't believe it at all.

Situ Lin copied it with both hands: "I've given you all the purses, believe it or not, it's up to you."

"Well, too?"

After thinking about it, it seems that there is still some reason. Yun Zhuo is in a good mood, and he is too lazy to argue with others. He pointed to the uncle who sells sugar paintings next to him, and smiled at him: "What about that? Do you want to eat?"

Situ Lin's face remained unchanged: "The money is in your hands, just buy it."

……

Half an hour later, Yunzhuo had a sugar cake in his left hand and a sweet cake in his right hand, with a peach crisp flower cake in his arms, and a bamboo tube of glutinous rice hanging on his elbow.Even the clothes on his body were cut into a new one by the way. The plain robe and jade belt, gold embroidery on the top, cloud boots, and black ink crown, reverted to the youthful look of Wuling in the past, so proud of the spring breeze.

The soles of his boots stepped on the stone slabs on the street, and the sound was crisp. He swayed Situ Lin and sat down in front of a bean curd stand. He returned the man's purse and ordered two out of his own pocket, and then pushed the porcelain bowl towards the man. : "Brother Lin, thank you for inviting me today, how about taking this bean curd as my invitation?"

Situ Lin rolled his eyes at the bowl, the clear juice in the thick porcelain was transparent, and there were still a few pieces of undissolved rock sugar, which looked very sweet and greasy.

He frowned and shook his head: "Sweet, don't eat."

"Ok?"

Yun Zhuo took a sip of his bowl of white and tender syrupy bean curd, not feeling any difference, and asked doubtfully, "What's wrong? Shouldn't bean curd be sweet? Do you like salty food?"

Situ Lin continued to shake his head.

"No."

Yun Zhuo was puzzled: "It's neither sweet nor salty, so you don't like tofu at all?"

"Not at all."

Situ Lin said seriously: "I usually only add spicy peppers."

"what?"

I know that everyone in Sichuan loves spicy food, and this one is even more outstanding. When I was young, I often accompanied him to eat red banquets, but after hearing this way of eating, Yun Zhuo was still stunned: "Also, Can it still be like this?"

"No one stipulates that bean curd can only be sweet or salty."

Situ Lin said seriously: "If I remember correctly, Xiao Xun eats tofu curd with vinegar, Xiao Qixi adds fermented bean curd, and Xiao Shi doesn't add anything at all..."

"Uh, then you really have a lot of strange people."

The more Yun Zhuo listened, the more he muttered, thinking that the person in front of him was not the weirdest of the nine, raised his hand and took a spoon to knock on the porcelain bowl of that person, and reminded: "But anyway, can you give me some face?" , finish the bowl in front of you first?"

Situ Lin pushed the bowl directly in front of him: "This is a matter of principle, don't eat."

"in principle?"

The most reckless person among his peers in the Jianghu suddenly talked about principles in front of him, and Yun Zhuo finished the remaining bean curd in two gulps, muttering a little dissatisfied: "Do you still have principles?"

"It should be a little bit, such as to the senior brother and to you."

Situ Lin answered in a clouded manner, but his face did not change, his hands did not stop, and he made a gesture to exchange the empty bowl in front of him with his own: "Also, this shell is too thin, you should eat more to nourish it." Alright, otherwise I'm always afraid that if I don't use ghost pupils one day, I won't be able to recognize them."

"What's too thin or too fat? Pick and choose, you're the one who talks too much."

Although the words were caring, they didn't quite match the taste when they fell into this person's mouth. Yun Zhuo didn't know how to answer, so he just gave him a gloomy look and settled down to settle the food in front of him.

Eating two bowls of bean curd in one sitting was really terrible, Yun Zhuo burped his mouth full of sweetness, rubbed his belly, and staggered up to the street.Unexpectedly, before taking two steps, an earthen pot rolled under his feet.Originally, he didn't care about this and didn't pay attention to it, but the next one's figure was unstable, and he almost stepped on it while taking a step, and almost fell to the ground.

And when I looked up again, it seemed that this thing was thrown out of a crowded crowd in front of the street.

……what happened?Someone got into a fight?

Yun Zhuo glanced in turn, half suspicious and half dissatisfied, but at some point, the narrow street in front of him was surrounded by a group of people who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal.Among them stood two men and a woman, one of them looked like a commoner scholar, one of them had a silver hairpin embroidered skirt with tears streaming down his face, and his weeping could be heard from far away, while the other was wearing a blue indigo-colored running water pattern Zhanlu student uniform, standing with a sword in his hand, High-spirited.

... Disciples of the five sects, forcibly robbing women in broad daylight?

The clothes were too familiar, Yun Zhuo reacted subconsciously, and hurriedly looked at them, but in the end, he couldn't see it, he didn't know it, he couldn't see it.

——The one with the upturned nostrils, isn't it Jiang Wei who was chased to Luling and beaten up by Situ Lin because he insulted Situ Rin?

So he couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

It's really not that enemies don't get together.I have been away for three years and came back, and there is no sign of other old people, but I ran into this master again?

"Hey? Boss, what's going on up there?"

Situ Lin who just poked his head out also saw the scene outside the door, and casually asked the stall owner.

"Hey, what an injustice!"

The stall owner shook his head and said, "I don't know, you two, this girl's surname is Zhou, she is the second lady of a wealthy businessman in our city, and was recently betrothed by his father to Mr. Jiang, who is under Zhanlu's family. I fell in love with Wang Sheng, who lived across from her house, and I wanted to marry this poor scholar. Naturally, Mr. Jiang didn't want to, so he made a scene several times in a row, and it made our city go crazy. Well, I'm afraid it will come out again!"

"Tsk, is that so?"

Situ Lin shook the fan in his hand, shook his head and said, "I thought the romantic affairs of these young ladies and scholars were just fabricated in the play, but I didn't expect to see the truth today."

Yun Zhuo nodded in agreement, and watched the farce from the sidelines for a while, seeing that Jiang Wei was pulling the weeping Miss Zhou without the slightest bit of pity, and the silver jewelry and hairpins were scattered all over the ground during the dispute, but Wang Shusheng hurried to stop him, but Knocked down to the ground by a slap, really embarrassed.

He frowned, and clicked his tongue in disbelief: "Tsk tsk, although it's better to keep other people's affairs out of the way. But I really don't think much of Jiang Wei."

Situ Lin on the side heard the words, and seemed to recall the past of the Lingyun Conference, and agreed: "Yes, this person has done a lot of bad things to us back then. Besides, with his temperament, I really don't think it's because of his affection for other girls." With deep roots, I'm afraid she came here to make a fuss because she thought she was robbed by a scholar and refuted her face!"

This analysis hits the nail on the head, Yun Zhuo nodded and said nothing, holding Situ Lin's shoulders without stopping, squeezed into the crowd with great interest, and watched the excitement.

But in the middle of the market, a pair of little mandarin ducks had shrunk to the ground, and Jiang Weizheng looked at the crying girl out of breath and the shaking scholar in front of him, and cursed: "Your surname is Wang, you are not small. , even dare to snatch your grandpa Jiang's woman? Let me ask you, do you dare to fight me?"

He said this arrogantly, it is really underwhelming, even the disciples of the five sects have already skipped their feet.And the scholar was cowardly and cowardly, he pondered for a while, but finally couldn't hold back, and flew into a rage.

But seeing him shake off his robe angrily, he stood up abruptly.Ms. Zhou who was on the side was so frightened that she quickly moved two steps and clenched his sleeves tightly, crying even worse: "Wang, Wang Lang, woo woo, you, you don't have martial arts, don't go to die!"

"Sister Yue, don't, don't worry. I'm prepared this time."

The scholar's hands were trembling, but he pulled out an extremely ordinary-looking long sword from his back, gritted his teeth and picked it up with difficulty, and explained: "I sold all the valuable things at home a few days ago, and I traded them for this with a quack peddler. Hold Sirius Lord's saber back then."

oh?Master Ben's saber?

His name was mentioned again, and he was just planning to take a quick look at the lively Yun Zhuo, but now he quickly raised his eyes, looked at the sword in the scholar's hand, and then shook his head slightly disappointed.

——This sword is smooth and clean, with a gleam on the blade. It doesn't look fancy from the outside, and it looks very much like the Wuqi he used to.It's a pity that the sword looks like Guixiang, but there is no sword energy around it. I'm afraid it's an ordinary iron sword that has been imitated, and was used by charlatans to steal the scholar's money.

But it's not surprising to say that it has a lot to do with the Lingyun Conference and this Jiang Weixie.

In the past, he was young and energetic, and won the championship in one fell swoop, and the reward he got was a good piece of black iron.However, the Yun family has always been considered wealthy among the five sects, and he is the youngest son raised in the palms of his father and two elder brothers. The collection at home is still incomparable.

It's a pity, although this black iron is not of the highest quality, it has a special meaning, and it is just a souvenir for Situ Lin to earn a reputation for himself through his own efforts.At that time, Yunzhuo had a youthful temperament and was very frivolous and uninhibited. After winning the first place, the speech was still not enjoyable enough.So I simply imitated Situ Lin's plain-looking fan named "Pingping", and ordered people to cast the black iron into a sword with a smooth hilt, no carvings on it, and an extremely ordinary-looking sword, and named it "Wuqi" and others. Make a pair.No matter whether you are in the rivers and lakes or competing with others, you have to wear it on your waist, as if reminding yourself to never forget this brother with a different surname.

It's just that later, he was notorious and was chased and intercepted by various factions, and he was executed on the cliffs in the southern border. This sword may have been confiscated by Wuding or Wuling as a trophy.Even though many years later, there is still the possibility of being exiled in the rivers and lakes, but it will not be reduced to being sold by arms dealers to a poor scholar.

Yun Zhuo shook his head and sighed, laughing at himself.

However, unexpectedly, it seems that he is not the only one who is suspicious.As soon as the scholar's voice fell, Situ Lin's breath stagnated obviously. Even Jiang Wei, who was bossy just now, seemed to recall the embarrassing incident of being chased and beaten by a certain young master back then. Anger: "What did you say? Say it again!"

The man was very angry and red-faced, but after speaking for a while, he remembered something, his eyes gradually turned contemptuous, and he sneered and said: "Mr. He won the Lingyun Conference, so what if he has the ability to reach the sky? In the end, he was forced to a dead end by his elder brother Yunhua and Yunya Palace Master Tao Qingyan, and he was beaten to death?"

The names of the two people in the back came to my ears suddenly, and the old things suddenly came to my mind. Yun Zhuo was originally out of breath, but now his eyes dimmed a little.

Unexpectedly, just when he was upset, that Jiang Wei felt that he hadn't scolded enough, so he couldn't die and added a sentence: "That Yun Zhuo who has martial arts has ended up being beaten by everyone! I see you There's no need for this powerless scholar to hug his scrap metal, let's admit defeat as soon as possible!"

Scrap copper and rotten iron?

As the words fell into his ears, the blue veins on his forehead twitched, and he stretched his hands into his arms without holding back, and secretly took out a small ball of thin steel wire.

Although this "Wu Qi" is a fake sword, it's also a fake sword that bears the name of my master's sword. How can this person be so insulting?

In the past, Lord Sirius could attract thousands of opportunities with a wave of his hand, but now the shell has very little spiritual power, and it is almost impossible to condense the true energy, so he simply found some steel wires in case of emergencies.

This thing that I had been carrying for a long time finally came in handy. Yun Zhuo gritted his teeth and wrapped the thread around his hands. Situ Lin, who was on the side, noticed his small movements, and his expression was slightly stagnant. He didn't reach out to stop him, but asked in a low voice. : "What? Are you really going to beat him up?"

Yun Zhuo fiddled with the steel wire under his wide sleeves, and said with a smirk: "Of course, this kid has been our enemy for nearly ten years, and he has countless bad deeds. I don't want to bother about his bullying business, but this person insists on uttering wild words and getting beaten up, so I can't blame him."

"OK, got it."

Situ Lin shook his fan calmly, as if he was watching a show: "But there are many people here, so you should take it easy, firstly, don't get caught, and secondly, don't get your new clothes dirty."

Yun Zhuo nodded impatiently at him: "Come on, can I still be inappropriate? Just use this new shell that Jiang Wei doesn't know, and teach him a lesson."

After finishing speaking, one sideways squeezed into the crowd, walked to the front row in two or three steps, pressed down Jiang Weizhi's sword, and when he turned back angrily, he said loudly to the three people in the middle: "Mr. Scholar admit defeat. Gentlemen can't chase after a word. Didn't you just say that you want to win or lose? Today I just want to give you a testimony. If you win, you will embrace the beauty, and if you lose, don't come to the city to make trouble again!"

As soon as this statement came out, the people who had been disturbed for many days naturally echoed it again and again, such as "have a good time" and "willing to gamble and admit defeat" incessantly, which forced a few of them to look even more embarrassing.

And the scholar with trembling legs bit his lips and clenched his fist tightly. After a while, he finally drew out his sword tremblingly with the other hand: "Okay, just hit, today I will go all out!"

Seeing this, Jiang Wei raised his eyebrows, and pulled out the dagger at his waist in response, with a sneer on his face: "It's overestimating one's strength to strike a stone with an egg."

After saying that, he randomly swung the sword twice in the air, and babbling and stabbing, but he didn't notice that he was tied with a very thin soft thread in front of him.

Yun Zhuo calmly moved his fingers to lead the thread, and saw that disciple Zhan Lu, who was still showing off his power just now, staggered and fell into the mud in front of the trembling scholar.

"You, you, you are cheating!"

Jiang Wei, who had a bad nose from the fall, got up, pointed at Wang Shusheng and cursed, "How dare you trip me!"

"Hey? Mr. Jiang is not right! So many people were watching just now, that scholar has clearly never been close to you!"

Some good people in the crowd couldn't help but open their mouths, and others also echoed.

Jiang Wei was deflated, wiped the dust off his face, and said angrily, "It didn't count just now, let's compare again! I still don't believe this evil!"

It turned out to be even more ridiculous this time, before he could finish speaking, the blade of the sword turned and he dropped his hand directly.

The dagger fell to the ground with a clang, Yun Zhuo quietly raised his index finger under his robe, and rolled up the thin thread that was put on Jiang Wei's sword just now.

He said slowly to the three of them: "Young Master Jiang, now you are convinced, it was Wang Shusheng who won."

"It's a bunch of nonsense, it's clearly him, he's cheating!"

Jiang Wei was so angry that he jumped up and said anxiously: "I, I want to compete again!"

"Hey, Mr. Jiang, everyone just saw it clearly, that scholar didn't hit you at all!"

In the crowd, a young man couldn't stand it any longer.

An aunt selling vegetables next to her also echoed her voice: "That's right, why are you relying on others if you are not good at martial arts?"

In front of the sugar figurine stand, the old man with gray beard and hair nodded his head, and said slowly: "... I also saw this Wang Sheng when I was a child. He didn't even dare to kill a chicken, so how could he be deceitful!"

In the end, even the little girl who sold flower cakes just now spoke up: "As the saying goes, a gentleman has the beauty of being an adult, and Sister Zhou and Wang Sheng are also poor people. Mr. Jiang, you should be a virtue and let them go!"

The little girl's voice was like a silver bell, and as soon as she finished the consonant, there was another sound of echoing, and many young onlookers followed suit, forcing that disciple Zhanlu to blush with every word.

"Me, me! You!"

Jiang Weihong opened and closed her mouth and white teeth, as if she wanted to swear a few more words, but the voice of one person was really thin, and was covered by the voice of others, and finally spat a few mouthfuls unwillingly.

"Bah! You're lucky!"

After a stalemate for a while, the arrogant Dengtu saw that he didn't get half of the advantage, so he threw up his sleeves and went out of the city angrily.

"Wang, Wang Lang...he, he's gone? Really gone?"

Miss Zhou looked at Jiang Wei's back as he left in anger, the tears on her face were still wet.

"Well, really...really gone."

The scholar who was still in shock threw his sword with a "clank", walked over and hugged Miss Zhou, and wiped away her tears clumsily. He also cried with joy, "I, I will propose marriage to your father tomorrow!"

"Mm, woo... that's great!"

Miss Zhou breathed a sigh of relief, hugged the person in front of her and cried bitterly.

"Hey……"

Yun Zhuo watched from a distance that the excitement was gradually dissipating, and seeing the happy look of the young lady scholar for the rest of her life after the catastrophe, her heart, which had been stabbed a little sad by Jiang Wei's words just now, became a little clearer.

I didn't expect this young master to have committed a lot of sins in his previous life, but now that he was reborn, he would have done a good deed first?

He shook his head mockingly, turned around and looked back at Situ Lin who was slowly walking towards him among the dispersed crowd.

But seeing the mysterious fan in the opponent's hand closed, he pointed behind him with a half-smile: "Don't rush away."

"Ok?"

Yun Zhuo looked back according to his signal, and the scholar behind him got up at some point, and stepped forward with the sword in his hands.

"My lord, stay here, my lord."

The scholar handed over the sword with both hands respectfully: "Xiaosheng knows that Xiaosheng shouldn't win this competition, thank you for helping me in secret. But, Xiaosheng has nothing left, only this sword is left to express my gratitude, and I hope you will come back to me!" Don't be disgusted."

"Uh...Actually, I helped you not because I didn't want to see it, or because I wanted some reward."

Thinking that he was avenging his personal revenge while doing good deeds, he glanced at the "Wu Qi" with a guilty conscience, he hesitated to speak: "And do you know, in fact, your sword..."

"Take it."

Situ Lin behind him was unhurried: "After all, it was someone else's wish, not to mention that this is the 'sword used by Lord Sirius'!"

"Hey, I just said that I didn't do it for reward, but I didn't say that I would refuse even if they gave me the gift?"

Glancing at the other party's smile, Yun Zhuo secretly rolled his eyes in his heart.

It's not bad that this sword is fake, but this new shell has low spiritual power, isn't it also true?Anyway, now that he looks like this, he can't use powerful swordsmanship anyway, so it doesn't matter if the sword is real or not?

He figured out the logic before and after in a serious manner, he blessed the two people, thanked them happily and took away his sword.But after dancing casually for a few times, when he was about to put the sword back into its sheath, he remembered something and asked casually: "Speaking of which, since you are willing to lose your family and property in exchange for this saber, you must know something about its original owner." ?”

"Master, you mean Sirius, Lord Yunzhuo?"

The scholar thought for a moment, then honestly cupped his hands: "I don't know much about this person, I just heard about it from relatives and friends in the same city."

Yun Zhuo was very curious: "How to say?"

The scholar said: "I heard that when I went out to study four years ago, there was an innocuous gu disaster in this city. It was also at the same time that the third son of Yun was accused of colluding with Nanzhao, killing his father and betraying his teacher, which attracted his eldest brother and his wife. One of Yunya's sons led people to pursue it. But for some reason, those two people clearly went to chase after the remnants, but when they returned, they accidentally brought back the antidote to the Gu, which saved the lives of the people in this city."

After a pause, he continued: "So I feel that even though this Lord Sirius deceived his master and wiped out his ancestors and washed away other sects with blood, he is indeed a madman. But his evil deeds have been numerous, and he may have saved some people's lives by mistake. , in this, it is also unfavorable to say."

"Deceiving the teacher and destroying the ancestors, he was insane, but he made a mistake, so it's not good to say."

The scholar answered seriously, but Yun Zhuo was silent for a moment when he heard the words, looked at the sword thoughtfully, finally took a deep breath, and patted the man's shoulder: "Forget it, priceless treasures are easy to find, but lovers are hard to find." , treat that girl well in the future, and we will meet again in the future."

"sure."

The scholar bowed his hands to him: "Thank you for your auspicious words, young master, let's just say goodbye, there will be a time later."

After the incident, the crowd gradually dispersed, and the two began to wander around the street again, wandering around for several times, until the sun was setting and it was almost dusk, and they heard a lot of remarks about a mad Taoist who had recently entered the city looking for revenge.So he thought about it, and finally remembered the old plan and the main task of investigating the case, which was not to startle the snake. He stuck to the wall and went to the edge of the city. Under Situ Lin's instructions, he entered a very low-key inn to rest like a thief.

It is said to be extremely low-key, but it is really low-key. If there is not a signboard in front of this earthen house, Yun Zhuo can hardly tell that this place is an inn.Looking around a small courtyard, the walls are ventilated, the tables and chairs are broken, the tea set, bowls and chopsticks are uneven, and the most valuable thing among them is probably the horse brought by him and Situ Lin.

"Oh, brother Lin! I thought that after returning my soul, I would be able to enjoy a few more days of happiness!"

I thought Situ Lin's taste in the decorations in the Xianyouzhai was terrible, but he didn't expect that the mountains were higher than the mountains. The more he looked at it, the more he felt uncomfortable, shaking his head and shouting: "I didn't expect it, the place I live now, It’s not as good as being chased and killed by people in exile.”

Situ Lin explained: "Isn't it necessary to cover up people's eyes and ears? You think, Taoist Duan has already occupied the largest inn in the city with great fanfare a few days ago. As the secret protectors, of course we have to hide it."

Yun Zhuo sighed: "Hidden and tucked away, many inns are considered hidden, why bother to pick the worst one?"

"I chose, what do you do?"

Situ Lin knocked on the table, but after a while, he didn't know what to think of, and asked thoughtfully: "By the way, what do you mean by asking that scholar for his opinion all of a sudden?"

Yun Zhuo picked up a tea bowl to play with, and said casually: "Hey, I revisited the old place, saw my old friends again, and picked up a fake sword with my name on it. Isn't this a sense of time and old, just ask!"

Situ Lin raised his eyes: "Then what did you ask?"

"You heard it too, so naturally you didn't ask anything."

Yun Zhuo sighed: "They really don't know what I did for this city back then."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt it was ridiculous, thinking that what he did at the beginning was not for the sake of fame and fortune, and it was somewhat similar to today's helping of loyalty, how could he be stuck here after so many years, and he had to dig into those things that he didn't understand What about the dead ends of common people's opinions?

He waved his hand like a self-deprecating, complicated mood, but Situ Lin caught his dangling right hand unexpectedly.

The evening wind was slightly cold between the empty walls, and the man's palms were not too hot. Recently, he had become conscious of being a "hand warmer". right?"

Situ Lin didn't nod or shake his head, just held his hand and said every word: "But I know everything."

"what?"

The other party didn't answer the question, Yun Zhuo looked suspiciously: "What did you say?"

Situ Lin said: "I said, I know everything you did back then."

"You all know?"

Hearing this, he bowed his head and thought for a while, and then he understood: "Oh, you do know...I seem to have told you before going to Yunya Palace."

Situ Lin nodded, with seriousness in his usually calm and leisurely eyes: "And I won't let it happen again when Nanzhao controlled Gu and harmed people back then."

"Ouch, so loud?"

Hearing that the idle friends in the past are so responsible after being the leader of the faction, it makes people wonder if this is what I said.Yun Zhuo raised his eyebrows slightly, and put aside the sadness just now, looked at the broken tables and chairs around him, and said with interest, "Master Mozun, before you calm down the disaster in Nanzhao, do you have to solve the Ming Dynasty first?" The problem of You? Before you solve the problem of You, don’t you have to solve the problem of the current residence first?”

Situ Lin didn't change his face: "This place is my choice, and I can assure you that this place is fine."

Yun Zhuo didn't think about it: "No problem? Too bad is the problem! Did you invite me to eat just now, and you can't afford the travel expenses of other houses after spending all the money! Then you just let me pay for it, why bother yourself? ! "

Situ Lin shook his head: "Who said it was because of the cash? I chose this place for a reason."

The reason, what else could be the reason besides breaking?

Yun Zhuo looked at him suspiciously, disapproving.

Seeing that he still didn't believe it, Situ Lin pinched the formula with his fingertips, fanned the wind, and the paper window of the room was half opened in an instant: "Look at that."

look?What can you see in the dark sky?

Yun Zhuo looked out of the window, but saw that the place facing the window was an extremely wide and quiet grassy marsh, with dense trees and dense humidity, and many strange and unknown plants growing in a mixed manner. It's a bit infiltrating.

"If the information I obtained back then is good, the location of Netherworld is to the west of this, and if the people inside want to enter the city to assassinate, they must pass through this place."

Situ Lin said slowly, "As for the viewing direction, this inn not only has an excellent view, but also is unobtrusive. That's why I chose it."