Confused Escort Confused Account

Zhao Shitu stared blankly at the young man in front of him, opened his mouth into a circle, and stood there blankly.

Luo Huan urged impatiently: "What, do you want to go or not? A man, what's the point?"

Zhao Shitu showed a wry smile, of course he was unwilling to reject Luo Huan's kindness, but he turned his gaze away and saw Wu Qingyi standing outside the door of the escort agency.

With a straight face, he didn't even want to step into the door frame.

The young man was even reluctant to approach the threshold, but stared at the back of his junior through the door frame.

Zhao Shitu lightly brushed away Luo Huan's hand, then folded his arms in front of his chest, tilted his head as usual, shook his head and said, "It's a pity that I'm not a man, and I don't have money to stay in a hotel. You should go."

Luo Huan bit her lip, stared at him straightly and said: "Now that things have come to an end, don't try to be arrogant. You go back with me, so we can discuss how to find Sister Azhu."

Zhao Shitu said disapprovingly, "Who said I'm going to find her?"

Luo Huan couldn't believe it: "What?"

Zhao Shitu said: "She escaped by hurting people, and now everyone in the Jianghu regards her as an enemy. If I go to her, am I not asking for trouble for myself?"

Luo Huan said: "I don't believe those people's nonsense, Sister Azhu will not hurt people casually, she is so kind to you, how can you... How can you abandon her!"

Zhao Shitu said: "You misunderstood, the Escort Bureau was originally a place to do business, the business failed, and the Escort Bureau broke up, so I have nothing to do with her whereabouts. Brat, you are the same, you and I have only known each other for a few months, don't you think so?" Really emotional."

Luo Huan shook his head and stared into his eyes again: "You're telling lies on purpose, aren't you? Don't try to fool me."

Zhao Shitu didn't answer, but just cast his gaze into the distance, without saying a word.

His eyes accidentally touched the flagpole on the courtyard wall. The dart flag had been torn off, and the head of the pole was empty, stretching abruptly towards the bleak sky.

The two were deadlocked, neither of them would give up.Wu Qingyi at the door finally couldn't wait any longer, walked into the courtyard quickly, and grabbed his junior brother's shoulders: "Huan'er, you must come with me today, and you are not allowed to associate with such a heartless and ungrateful person."

Luo Huan stomped his feet and said, "I don't want it!"

Wu Qingyi did not back down, and said sharply: "I am your senior brother! Only this matter, you have to listen to your senior brother."

"You... you..." Luo Huan backed away while shaking his head, "I've never met anyone who hates you more than you! I don't want to listen to you anymore!!"

After calling, Luo Huan quickly turned around and ran out of the courtyard gate.

Zhao Shitu listened intently to the sound of footsteps going away and disappearing, sighed silently in his heart, saw Wu Qingyi was still in a daze, turned to him and said: "This little devil is very clever, if you want to persuade him, you can only make indirect remarks. Forced, it will only provoke him to resist."

Wu Qingyi glanced at him in surprise, frowned quickly, and said bluntly: "You don't need to worry about our brothers' affairs."

After he finished speaking, he chased after Luo Huan, leaving only a lone escort head guarding a dilapidated escort agency.

Zhao Shitu walked to the wall, picked up the dart flag embroidered with the words "Guardian Escort Bureau" from the snow, and carefully brushed off the mud and grass clippings on the surface.

The dart flag was cleaner than before, but the stains left by the melting snow could not be wiped off. The surface of the flag was covered with deep and shallow marks, and some parts were still frozen. Not long after, his fingers Also soaked in coolness.

The mud-stained fingers tightened suddenly, gripping the fabric tightly, trembling uncontrollably.

He once regarded this banner as a treasure, and in a blink of an eye, they all fell into similar fields.

He still couldn't remember what happened in that sea of ​​flames, only the vague shadows of swords and swords and the piercing fear in his memory.

It has been exactly ten days since he took the poison at the former site of the Liang Mansion that night, and the deadline is approaching. Could it be that he will really die of poison?But why did he not feel like being poisoned at all, the injury on his shoulder was no longer serious, and the wind and cold he had contracted before was almost healed.

Could it be that God wanted to make things difficult for him, making him unable to even ask for death.

He asked Xiao Ran face to face and verified the matter of the Moon Pearl, but unfortunately Xiao Ran was unconscious and no one could answer his questions.

Perhaps in this world, there is only one place left for him to go.

Unlike the desolate and dilapidated Escort Bureau, the streets and alleys were full of excitement, and the story of the hero posts quickly spread.

The hero post was naturally sent from the Yuan Mansion. In the names of Yan Wuhua and Wu Qingyi, a team was assembled to find the treasure left by Emperor Wen of Sui Dynasty.Such a major event that shocked the world naturally attracted a lot of discussion from all walks of life. The restaurants, gambling halls, and inns in Dunhuang were full of lively scenes.

It's a pity that none of this excitement has anything to do with Zhao Shitu.He put on a dark gray cloak, picked the nearest path, passed through the crowd silently, and headed out of the city.

The place he was going to was Leiyin Temple outside Dunhuang.

After leaving the city gate, the excitement of the cups of toasting was left behind, replaced by plain white.The white snow covered the road, and when you step on it, one foot is deep and the other is shallow, leaving a series of creaking sounds on the soles of your feet.

The roof of the monastery is also covered with snow, and the dark roof tiles are decorated with white, which makes it look more old and simple.Zhao Shitu stepped over the threshold, took off his wet cloak, and put it on the table.

Although it was snowing heavily outside, there was not much change in the temple, it was just a bit chilly, and the air was still filled with a faint scent of pine.

The tables and chairs in the room were also arranged as before, and time seemed to have stood still here.Except for the stone Buddhas by the wall, they have all been carved and neatly lined up in a row, with different heights and shapes, but they all have a contented expression.

However, the most at ease in the room was the old monk sitting on the bamboo chair drinking tea.

Master Wutu put down the teacup, looked at the panting visitor, and said unhurriedly: "In this weather, I can't go to work in the grotto, I'm bored, so you came."

Zhao Shitu pursed his lips and said, "I didn't come to chat with you. I'm near the end of my life, maybe I'm going to die tonight."

Master Wutu was startled for a moment, then said: "Then you still come here, don't you have any other place to go?"

Zhao Shitu sat down opposite him, put his elbows on the table, propped his chin and said, "Because I want to drink you a cup of tea."

"That's easy to say." Master Wutu chuckled, turned over a tea bowl and poured tea for him.

The tea soup is hot, and the tea leaves are cheap rough tea, which is astringent and bitter in the mouth. Only when you try hard to aftertaste can you barely taste a bit of sweetness.

Zhao Shitu was just savoring it. Fortunately, he was already familiar with the taste of this tea, so it is not difficult to taste some sweetness.

Although he claimed that his life was not long, Master Wutu didn't ask why, but instead told him about the history of the temple, how the incense is going this winter, and the progress of repairing the Buddhist cave.It seems that a hidden hole was discovered during the excavation, but because the weather is too cold, it is impossible to find out the truth for the time being, so we can only put aside the next spring to make plans.

While listening, Zhao Shitu poured tea into his mouth, and he felt his body gradually warming up.Inadvertently reaching into his pocket, he touched something.

That thing has sharp edges and corners, but its texture is moist and delicate, with interlaced lines on the surface.

Zhao Shitu's hands froze, and he could recognize the shape of this object without even looking at it.

It is a wood carving left by Shangguanqing.