In order to save the world of cultivating immortals, I also worked very hard

"Saving people? What is that?" Shen Huaichu was puzzled.

The abbot had closed the door and left, and it was Shuang'er who answered him: "After that incident, more and more people committed suicide by jumping into the Jia River, so some people started the business of salvaging corpses."

"That's it." Shen Huai nodded his head, then suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and his voice gnashed his teeth: "The person who killed you was Zhang Minjia, and he has been dead for many years, so how can I find the cause and effect to help you get out? His reincarnation?"

Shuang'er's voice became confused: "I don't know... When I ran around the city to tell the news of the death of the entire Zhang family, I didn't feel very happy. I always felt that there was something missing in this matter.

In fact, to tell you the truth, if it wasn't for you, young master, I wouldn't be able to get out of Zuixian Tower at all, as if, as if someone deliberately trapped me inside. "

Shen Huaichu couldn't help but let out a "huh" and frowned.He felt that he really shouldn't casually agree to do things for ghosts.

"Then what should I do? Or go to the temple and ask how to save you? After all, monks are better at doing this." Shen Huaichu pouted.

"It's useless." The dancing shoes in the sleeves moved, "After the Honghu Inn was built, some guests found that it was haunted. The owner of the inn invited the abbot at that time to come and see, but nothing was found."

Shen Huaichu squeezed the beads in his hand, and rolled his eyes angrily: "Fake monk."

Shuang'er's voice was weak: "Young master, don't say that, after the Jiahe disaster, it was the abbot who led his disciples to recite scriptures by the river for seven days and seven nights, so that only those who died in the river could rest in peace, otherwise Longcheng would have already complained. It's skyrocketing."

Shen Huaichu stretched out his fingers and flicked his sleeve, "How do you know so much, you ghost who can't get out of any door."

Shuang'er said "Ouch", "I heard it from ghosts and people passing by, son, please don't hit me on the head!"

A passing ghost... Shen Huaichu rolled his eyes, staring away from the people on the street who were looking at him curiously, then hurriedly quickened his pace and walked to a place where no one was around. "Have you ever seen someone who draws sugar and cuts off knives?" he asked Shuang'er.

"Tang Guan Dao? No." The female ghost possessed on the dancing shoes thought for a while and gave a negative answer.

It's really strange, within two days after he came to Dragon City, he had three face-to-face meetings with Old Zhao Tangguandao. Old Zhao didn't have a fixed stall, so he probably sold them wherever he went.Just such a ghost running around, have you never seen it? "You are really a deep girl ghost." Shen Huaichu said.

The description was not inappropriate, Shuang'er was powerless to argue, so he changed the topic: "Then where are we going next, young master?"

"Where else can I go, of course to find that Huazi." Shen Huai raised his eyebrows, "There are hundreds of people in the Zhang family, and there is not even a servant left, but he is alive alone, don't you think it is suspicious?"

"Huazi..." Shuang'er slowly read the name, "I met him once, when he was behind Zhang Minjia, he was less than ten years old."

Shen Huaichu's eyelids twitched. At such a young age, he went out to visit brothels with his eldest brother. It's really...a long-awaited talent.

Shuang'er said again, what he said was thought-provoking: "It is rumored that this adopted son is quite favored in the Zhang family. The weather was hot and dry that summer, so it is impossible for the owner to take him on the boat to escape the summer heat."

Shen Huaichu groaned again, then paused in his footsteps.Now he has brought Shuang'er to the intersection. This is a crossroad, which can be connected from east to west, north to south.He twirled the beads, bowed his head and said, "Where is Huishuituo?"

"In the southeast." Shuang'er replied quickly.

From day to midday, Shen Huaichu's cheeks were blushing from the sun, his legs were fast but they were too short, the steps were only half of an adult's, so walking was extraordinarily difficult.

In the past 30 years, many places in Dragon City have been rebuilt, and Shuang'er's directions would point to dead ends from time to time, so an hour passed, and the two were still wandering around the center of Dragon City.

Shen Huaichu was so tired that his tongue was dry, he crawled into a tea shop, ordered a pot of scented tea, put his hands on the table, and put his head on the table.The dance shoes that had been poking out were shaken out, Shen Huaichu felt that the pair might be a little hot, but lying on the table was not elegant, so he lifted her up and put her on the stool.

"My lord, I'm sorry, why don't you ask someone for directions?" Shuang'er's apologetic voice sounded.

Shen Huaichu rolled his eyes, but he didn't have the energy to speak.

This tea shop has two floors.The second floor is an elegant room, with green pines and green bamboos on the porch, bead curtains hanging in front of the door, and clangs and clangs when the wind passes by, the artistic conception is very quiet.The first floor is more casual, there are all kinds of people, and the voices of chatting and bragging are endless.Shen Huaichu picked out his ears, feeling a little noisy.

When he came in, he didn't choose a seat at all. He turned a corner and sat down at the first table next to the door. It was not only near the door but also near the window. It was noon, and the hawkers outside kept shouting.

Braised meat with preserved vegetables is attractive in color, dry-stir-fried green beans are fresh and lovely, and boiled sliced ​​pork is even more gorgeous.Shen Huaichu swallowed, regretting that he entered a teahouse.

He was thinking about whether to sneak away before the tea was served and the money was paid, when he saw a white figure hovering in front of the window.Shen Huaichu got a little excited, raised his arms and shouted: "Gu Qingxing!"

The young man walked briskly with his sword in hand, under the scorching sun, he didn't see a trace of sweat on his forehead, he paused when he heard the shout, and turned his head with his brows unmoved.Shen Huaichu could read his expression with just one glance: why are you here?

But Shen Huaichu didn't have time to care about this, he waved his hand again, "Please bring in a bowl of boiled pork slices."

Gu Qingxing talked to the waiter next to him expressionlessly, then cast a sidelong glance at Shen Huaichu, and walked into the tea shop around the corner.

"Are you so free?" Shen Huaichu wondered, looking at the young man sitting opposite him, he thought to himself, is it possible that this is a posture to accompany him for dinner?

The boy raised his eyelids coldly: "Why are you running so far?"

Shen Huaichu didn't explain directly, but picked up Shuang'er next to him, "Can you see this?"

"Dancing shoes." Gu Qingxing spit out two words in a flat tone.

For some reason, Shen Huaichu breathed a sigh of relief, "You can see it too."

Gu Qingxing asked: "What's wrong?"

Shen Huaichu put Shuang'er back, and it happened that Xiao Er brought up scented tea at this time, and he poured a cup for Gu Qingxing as well.

The tea was very hot, and it took a long time to drink it, but the hot tea quenched his thirst, and Shen Huaichu's smoldering throat eased a lot. After drinking half a cup, he kept a short story and told Gu Qingxing about Shuang'er's situation in a few words.Naturally, he concealed the fact that Shuang'er had met him 30 years ago.

After listening, Gu Qingxing signaled Shen Huaichu to bring Shuang'er up.The boy lowered his eyes slightly, and asked the dancer coldly, "Are you sure about the time?"

"That's right, this year is the seventh year of Changning. The year I died was the 30th year of Zhenbao. The new emperor succeeded to the throne and changed the 53rd year of Zhenbao to the first year of Changning." Shuang'er answered seriously.

Shen Huaichu counted with his fingers for a long time, and he indeed counted 30 years.

After a while, he let go of his bent fingers, and took another sip from his teacup: "But the year is not the point, is it?"

"People in the city seem to be unable to remember exactly when it happened." The boy's tone was a little dignified.

"Huh?" Shen Huaichu was taken aback, "It turns out that the old monk has a bad memory?"

"The case of Jiahe is not that simple." Gu Qingxing tapped his fingers on the table, "You are going to find the salvage man, right? I happen to be there too."

Shen Huaichu was surprised: "Could it be that your clue also points to that Huazi?"

Gu Qingxing didn't deny or confirm, but cast his eyes out of the window, the waiter outside the open-air cooking restaurant was sprinkling green onions and coriander into a pot of meat, white oil, red, and then took a rag to put the pot outside and put it into the teahouse Walk.

"I've been waiting for a long time, your boiled pork slices! I'll get you the rice later!" The waiter yelled and came to Shen Huaichu's table.

"Thank you." Shen Huaichu hastily removed the teapot and cups, and asked the waiter to put down the things.

Shen Huaichu was hungry on the whole table, and the two bowls of rice brought by the waiter belonged to him.He was not too embarrassed to chew slowly, and after eating the whole meat, he pushed the bowl and wiped his mouth, and put his hands out.

Gu Qingxing looked Shen Huaichu up and down, then reached out to him, "Give it to me."

"Ah?" Shen Huaichu didn't understand.

The boy didn't explain, he just took the dancing shoes out of his sleeve, and then found a rope to tie and hang it on the sword.

The feeling of being suspended in the air was not very comfortable, Shuang'er called out, but Gu Qingxing gave her a cold look, she was so frightened that her whole shoe trembled, and she repeatedly moved to Shen Huaichu's side.

"Be patient." Shen Huaichu also felt baffled, but he didn't dare to reach out to rescue Shuang'er.

Along the way, Gu Qingxing deliberately slowed down his pace, Shen Huaichu did not follow too hard, and when he reached No. 13 Yuhua Street, Huazi had already delivered the letter.

"Where can I find it next?" Shen Huaichu sat in the rocking chair under the banyan tree outside the gate of Wang's house, with the hem of his clothes lifted up, his trouser legs rolled up to the bend of his knees, and he was shaking his legs, trying to dry his sweat.

One of his legs was so white that it glistened, Gu Qingxing glanced at it, and felt that his eyes were hot, so he quickly looked away. "have no idea."

The rocking chair squeaked, and Shen Huaichu leaned his whole back on it, staring at the dense leaves on the top with his eyes wide open, dragging out the tune: "Young Master Gu, we came here following you."

Gu Qingxing said in a disgusted tone: "Your legs are too short, you wasted time on the road."

Shen Huaichu rolled up his sleeves, his two thin white arms were hung on the armrest, his legs were raised, and his expression was very self-defeating, "I have short legs, walking too slowly really drags you down."

"My lord, don't be like this." Shuang'er hanging on the sword shook, her tone worried.

Shen Huaichu snorted.

The rocking chair swayed, and he suddenly figured out some strange things.If what Shuang'er saw at the time was true, and he and Gu Qingxing had both been here before, why didn't they ask Gu Qingxing for help and find him both times?

Thinking so, he propped himself up from the rocking chair, looked at the red dancing shoes floating in the air, and asked, "Shuang'er, why aren't you afraid of the sun?"