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Zhang Xiaoyi sat on the bed, looking at the eggs in his hand, while the younger brother was waiting for him with a plate.He peeled off the skin, not whole as usual, but thinking about Jia Xibei's appearance, he ate slowly bite by bite.

The taste seems to have changed, not just the egg yolk and egg white, but also a little sour, a little astringent, and a little empty.

"Master," at this time, a younger brother knocked on the door and came in to report, "The Qixian team in the east of the city found a suspicious guy."

Zhang Xiaoyi snapped his fingers, and the electronic screen on the wall lit up immediately, displaying the real-time images sent back from the surveillance cameras of Qi Xian's group.In the morning, there were not many people. In the sparse crowd, a foreigner with light hair color was carrying a large object wrapped in cloth, oval in shape, and it was impossible to tell what it was.

"I can't see clearly from this angle," said the younger brother, "I can see from the previous surveillance that he has injuries on his face and hands."

Zhang Xiaoyi squinted his eyes and stared at the man's chest. What flashed past was a piece of metal: "Lotus emblem."

The little brother leaned over, and the man was looking left and right, and after seeing several high-mountain cloud flags one after another, he secretly took off the badge and put it in his pocket.

"People from the dyeing society?"

Swallowing the last bite of eggs, Zhang Xiaoyi ordered: "Catch it."

"Yes!"

The little brother went out, the display screen went off, Zhang Xiaoyi turned to wash.He has grown taller in the past two days, his chest and back muscles are thick and strong, looking at himself in the mirror more and more like a man, he can't help but measure Jiaxibei's height on the bridge of the nose and brow bone, imagining that if we meet again, He could easily hold him in his arms.

Then he took a shower, the water was not hot, but his whole body was hot, looking down, his face was unavoidably hot.

It's always been like this recently, he feels annoyed, and also has a secret joy of growing up, some things don't need to be taught, and he can do it well by following his instinct.

After coming out of the bathroom, the display screen has been turned on again. It is a picture from the detention room of the Qi Xian Group. In a dark hut, several younger brothers surrounded the suspicious person and asked loudly, "Where did he come from!"

"East." The man's voice was very soft, but he wasn't afraid. Zooming in on the details, he could see the entrance to his right temple, and he was or was once a warrior.

"Where to the east!"

"Zaizhou."

Zaizhou is a small town in the southeast of Taitu, where two local regiments are fighting, all roads are blocked, and even ordinary people cannot escape.

This person is lying, obviously he is not aware of the surrounding situation, if he is a spy, he is too careless.

"What's the matter with your injuries?"

The younger brothers pushed him and roughly pulled his clothes, and he could see wounds on his chin, collarbone, and both wrists. Zhang Xiaoyi was an expert in this area, and he recognized the wounds of prisoners at a glance.

"On the way... I met a wandering group."

Zhang Xiaoyi found it funny to lie again.

"What's your name?" asked the boys.

"Ding...Ding Zhen."

"What are you doing here?"

"Find someone."

"Who are you looking for?"

Then he fell silent.

There is definitely something wrong with this person, Zhang Xiaoyi can be sure, he is too smug, and if he does the math, Jiang Han's spies should also arrive.He was looking at the screen while putting on his coat. The clothes were newly made, a white shirt and a black suit, with slightly raised dark patterns on the fabric, which felt luxurious to the touch.

The head of the Taitu branch of Jialantang, one of the best generals in the world, began to dress himself like a man, preparing to conquer the world.

In the monitoring, the younger brothers rummaged through the guy's pockets, took out the badge of the dyeing society, and put it in front of him: "A member of the dyeing society?"

He shook his head.

"No?" The younger brothers said viciously, "It's not how you have the badge of the dyeing society!" They kicked him and took his things, mainly the big guy wrapped in cloth, they snatched it and opened it.

"Give it back to me!" Ding Zhen's mood fluctuated. Zhang Xiaoyi looked at it with his arms folded. The rags were lifted layer by layer. Inside was a large metal sheet with a square hollow in the middle. The younger brothers couldn't see the clue, but Zhang Xiaoyi shocked.

That's the grid of a bone knife.

Oval, silver-white, with gold-plated patterns, it is stuck between the hilt and the body of the knife, which is used to block the hand, and Zhang Xiaoyi knows this piece of knife grid, not only knowing it, but also something he has touched countless times in his childhood.

The Ruyi Pearl has the main weapon, the Rakshasa Knife. In the battle of Yaoguan, his father was defeated, and the Rakshasa Knife was brought back to Jianghan by the Ranshe as a trophy.

Zhang Xiaoyi stared at the display screen, his eyes were bloodshot and red.

"That's my thing!" On the screen, Ding Zhen struggled fiercely, his eyes looked a bit like Zhang Xiaoyi's, with red eyes, "Give it back to me!"

His things?Zhang Xiaoyi sneered: "Give it to me, put it on the shelves."

Putting on the rack means to be executed. The younger brother got the order, turned around and went out to report. Soon, the guy on the screen was tied to the black iron frame. His clothes were wide open, revealing his bloody chest. pus.

Zhang Xiaoyi enlarged the screen resolution, which is a new injury. He used this trick to deceive Jia Lantang at the beginning. It is really nothing new.

"Ask him why it is a new injury."

A few seconds later, the younger brothers asked in the detention room: "The injury is so fresh, did it happen?"

Zhang Xiaoyi thought that Ding Zhen would explain and cover up clumsily, but he just bit his lip and didn't speak.

"Don't tell me," the whip arrived, and it swished when it was soaked in water, "then I'll give you a new one!"

Ding Zhen could bear it very much, with his neck held high and his brows frowned, the yellow light of the old-fashioned light bulb shone on his face, it could be seen that he was very beautiful, that kind of broken glass, exquisite beauty.

"Say! Are you a spy!"

They violently confronted him, fists, iron rods, firearms, Zhang Xiaoyi had tasted them all, and knew each of them, and now they were all beckoning at the broken body, the bloody and hardened nipples, and a pair of fuzzy skeletons on the nipples hand, and an uncontrollable hum.

The groin suddenly felt numb, and Zhang Xiaoyi felt hot again.

"Master," the younger brother leaned into his ear at this time, "I just seized a batch of brain poison below, and I'm going to leave the customs, it's..." He hesitated.

"Ok?"

"It's the car of the leader of Dutin's team."

Zhang Xiaoyi was silent for a while, and said in a low voice: "Old Feng has been in Du Ting's team for almost seven years, and it's time to change."

"Master?" the younger brother asked for instructions.

"Follow the rules."

That is to kill.

The little brother had to be ordered to go out, Zhang Xiaoyi put his hands in his pockets, and called to him: "Is the fireworks I want ready?"

The younger brother quickly bowed: "The fireworks are all produced in the southeast, and Zaizhou is fighting a war, and the big goods can't come in. We are trying to find a way to transport them as soon as possible."

Zhang Xiaoyi nodded and turned to stare at the screen, the black picture, sweat, wounds and blood, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, he put on the alpine cloud badge on the chest of his suit, fastened the buttons, and went to meet this Ding Zhen in person for a while.

It took more than half an hour from Qiaoshan villa to Qixian group. In just over half an hour, he was already knocked out. He woke up with a bucket of cold water. Ding Huanliang opened his eyes tremblingly, and saw Zhang Xiaoyi.

A boy's face, a high-end suit, and the Garan hall emblem, he knew it well, and closed his eyes again.

"Ding Zhen?" Zhang Xiaoyi leaned over, looking harmless to humans and animals.

Ding Huanliang nodded with difficulty.

"Let him down," Zhang Xiaoyi said to his subordinates, "how did you beat him like this?"

"He's a spy," he explained in advance, not to be too respectful to the hall master, "sneaking in the streets, carrying strange things, and the badge of the dyeing society, and fresh wounds all over his body!"

Zhang Xiaoyi looked at the ground, seeing his father's knife, his eyes were hot: "This is..."

Ding Huanliang stared at him, observing the slightest expression changes on his face.

"You go out," Zhang Xiaoyi said to the Qixian group, "No one is allowed to come in without my order."

The younger brothers came out in a file, and Zhang Xiaoyi asked in a disguised surprised tone: "Why do you have this?"

Ding Huanliang returned his false surprise: "You know?"

"I have seen."

Ding Huanliang shook his head: "You are too young to have seen it."

Zhang Xiaoyi was taken aback, this was not the reaction a spy should have, he simply said: "Ruyi Zhu Raksha Knife has a sharp edge, right?"

Ding Huanliang was dumbfounded, but immediately looked away, as if he was afraid of revealing something: "...No."

Zhang Xiaoyi was even more puzzled: "You don't trust me."

Ding Huanliang chuckled: "I don't even know who you are."

"I'm the captain of the second team of the Taitu Branch of the Jialan Hall and the Qi Xian Group," Zhang Xiaoyi paused, "Jia Xibei."

This time Ding Huanliang was really surprised, Jia Xibei, isn't that the crying sissy next to Yuan Zhen?

Zhang Xiaoyi caught his emotions and raised his brows. Ding Huanliang also knew that he had a flaw, so he pushed the boat along: "Jalantang?" He asked anxiously, "What are you wearing on your chest is the high mountain cloud of Jialantang?"

Zhang Xiaoyi nodded warily.

"Is it Cen Zhuo's Garan Hall?"

Zhang Xiaoyi nodded again.

"Isn't Cen Zhuo in Baicheng? Why did he come to Taitu and have a branch?"

Baicheng?Cen Zhuo obviously came from Shenyang, Zhang Xiaoyi felt that this person was either messing things up, or there was a serious information asymmetry for some reason: "The main hall of Jialantang is in Shenyang."

Hearing this, Ding Huanliang was slightly surprised. At this point, he had to tell the "truth": "Actually, I... was released from the prison of the dyeing society."

This Zhang Xiaoyi really didn't expect it, so he couldn't help looking him up and down, if it was true, his new injury would explain it, according to the rules of the society, every prisoner must be beaten severely before being released, which is called a send-off whip.

"I was entrusted by someone to find someone." Ding Huanliang said.

"Who are you looking for?"

He hesitated: "It's really not under the management of Ranshe?"

Zhang Xiaoyi shook his head.

"The master of this blade," Ding Huanliang lowered his voice, "let me find his son."

Zhang Xiaoyi's face changed color immediately: "Lie!" Anger steamed from his burning eyes, as sharp as a knife, "The owner of this knife died a few years ago, died in Yaoguan, and was killed by random knives of!"

Ding Huanliang looked at him without panic or refutation, but asked, "Did you see it with your own eyes?"

In one sentence, Zhang Xiaoyi became dumb, no, he heard it from someone, he heard... He was stunned, and he heard the uncles, those uncles who were able to see the wind and the wind, said: "He...isn't dead?"

"He didn't die at that time," Ding Huanliang looked at the cold metal on the ground, "but he didn't live long. I was in the same cell with him for half a year. Before he died, he asked me to find his son, Zhang Xiaoyi."

Zhang Xiaoyi stared at him, these words sounded fake, too fake, but there was a voice in his heart urging him to believe that his father had been thinking about him all the time, so that someone could come to him.

"If he was alive, he would be 14 years old. He is a master. I don't know if he is still too dawdled." Ding Huanliang drooped his head, looking very weak.

"Where did the knife grid come from?" Zhang Xiaoyi asked, this is the key question.

"It was dug out from the place C709 told me," Ding Huanliang replied, "C709 is the serial number of the owner of the blade. I don't know his name."

C709, Zhang Xiaoyi gnashed his teeth, he couldn't tolerate, couldn't tolerate his heroic father, after death there was only a series of four-digit serial numbers, hatred, resentment, anger, all kinds of emotions, he forced himself to be calm: "The Rakshasa knife, including the sword style , shouldn’t it be kept in the dyeing house as spoils of war?”

"I don't know about that. C709 didn't tell me that much," Ding Huanliang replied. "When and why he was buried, I didn't want to ask."

Zhang Xiaoyi was silent. Based on his many years of experience, carefully fabricated lies are often impeccable, but the truth always has some difficulties: "You said that child is called Zhang Xiaoyi?"

Ding Huanliang looked at him deeply and nodded.

"I can help you find it." Zhang Xiaoyi is an expert liar himself, and he will not easily believe anyone's words. "You stay here for two days first, and I will find a way to get you out."

After that, he turned around to leave, "Hello!" Ding Huanliang called him hastily, "I don't know yet, what is the relationship between you and the master of the sword?"

This reaction seemed to be afraid, afraid of being deceived, Zhang Xiaoyi looked down at the sword on the ground: "I am just a small person who has been favored by him, not worth mentioning," and then he bent down, "This..."

"C709 still has something to tell me." Ding Huanliang's voice was not loud, but very clear, "I won't say anything until I see Zhang Xiaoyi."

Zhang Xiaoyi's hand paused, picked up the knife grid and stood by the wall, looked at it reluctantly, and walked out.

More than ten minutes later, someone came to untie Ding Huanliang, and stuffed him into a cramped black room with his belongings. It was a prison cell, damp and smelly. He sat down against the rough wall and stared at the darkness absently.

The wound was very painful, and the inflammation made his body temperature rise. He endured it silently. This was just the first step. He had to wait for Zhang Xiaoyi to come back to find him. At that time, he would make him pay for every wound on his body.

"Damn it..." He Feifan didn't dare to pronounce the name. Even if it was a prison cell, he couldn't guarantee that there would be no monitoring equipment. He was suffering here, but that guy was basking in the sun in Jianghan's big house.

Slowly, he took out a piece of metal from the waistband of his trousers, the size of a fingernail, thin and too dark to see clearly, so he held it in his hand, frowning and fell into a deep sleep.