[Jian San] Zhuang Hua is happy to be a father

"Cough, I was joking with you yesterday!" Yan Xiaoxia smiled dryly, blinked mischievously, with an innocent face, "——Don't you think the atmosphere yesterday was particularly suitable for telling ghost stories?"

"——!!" Ye Xingtian almost vomited blood!

Chu Yunluo patted him on the back distressedly, "Senior Brother Ye, don't be angry, it's important to talk about business..."

Ye Xingtian took a deep breath, suppressed his urge to draw his sword to a duel, stared fiercely at Yan Xiaoxia and gritted his teeth, "Continue!"

"Hey, keep asking."

"Could it be that the will-o'-the-wisps seen by the townspeople are fake?"

"The fire is real, but it's not a will-o'-the-wisp, it's a fire made by someone." Yan Xiaoxia had a stinky fart on her face.

"Daoist Yan is really an expert! He actually found out that someone started the fire?" Before Ye Xingtian could speak, Lin Shuyi opened her mouth first, flattering her lightly.

Yan Xiaoxia was in a good mood after receiving her slap: "Haha, what a joke! I checked the charred branches he picked up earlier, and found some off-white powder on them. And the amount of this powder on each group of branches is Pretty much the same. I think someone set it on purpose."

"Oh? What are these white ash?" Lin Shuyi asked curiously.

Yan Xiaoxia said proudly, "You don't know that, do you? If you're not an alchemist, it's really hard to know what it is.

- This is cold lime. "

"What's cold lime?"

"It's the ashes left after the cold stone is burned! The cold stone is a white stone obtained by putting the remains of dead animals in the alchemy furnace. However, the cold stone is very poisonous, and most people don't know how to make it unless there are special people. Alchemy furnace."

Yan Xiaoxia paused, thought for a while, and said: "The cold stone is not easy to store for a long time, I guess the person who refines the cold stone must be nearby. You can go to Jinshui Town to see if there are any Taoist priests who make alchemy. There are Taoist priests who concoct alchemy and cheat money under the banner of cultivating immortals. Hmph..."

Ye Xingtian and Lin Shuyi looked at each other, and said to Yan Xiaoxia: "Thank you, Master Yan, farewell!"

"Hmph!" Yan Xiaoxia arrogantly turned her face to the other side, ignoring him.

The hidden sword disciple just now sat lazily at the table. Seeing that they were about to leave, he waved to Ye Xingtian and smiled, "Be careful, young master~"

Ye Xingtian smiled, mouthed to him quietly, and said silently: "Thank you~"

The golden Tibetan sword disciple smiled even more beautifully in the sun.

Pulling a branch from the tribute orange grove as evidence, the three rushed to Jinshui Town.

Chu Yunluo looked at the bustling and huge Jinshui Town, her eyes darkened, and she said with a heavy heart: "Jinshui Town is so big, where can we find Taoist priests?"

"Let me ask." Ye Xingtian said, jumped off the horse and went to ask for directions, "Uncle, I heard that a Taoist master who made elixir came to the town a few days ago, have you seen it?"

"I haven't seen it, I haven't seen it..."

After asking for a long time, he finally got a clue from an uncle picking goods, "Taoist? I seem to have seen one on the stage at the gate of the yamen..."

Jinshui Town is very wealthy, the people have money and live a rich and colorful life, there is a stage far from the gate of the yamen.

At this time, it was almost mid-afternoon, and the big play in the town had already started. Near the stage in the town, they finally found the alchemy priest who was listening to the play.This time Ye Xingtian was very obedient and asked Lin Shuyi to inquire about the news, but he didn't want the Taoist priest to see her in Jianghu attire, and even urged me to leave impatiently, telling her not to disturb his so-called "clearing cultivation".

Ye Xingtian was furious: "If you don't eat a toast, you will be punished!"

He directly asked Lin Shuyi to come back, stepped forward, raised the waist badge to the old Taoist priest's face, and said in a vicious voice: "Cooperate with the government in handling the case, otherwise, you will be punished for the crime of covering up your accomplice!"

For Shengdou Xiaomin, the government is still very deterrent, even if it is just a child.The old Taoist finally became more honest when he saw the waist badge.

Ye Xingtian took out the charred branch from his bag and started to inquire, but he didn't expect that this old man would resist stubbornly, unable to open his mouth like a clam shell.

On the contrary, Yin Yang sarcastically said: "Tsk tsk tsk, little official, are you scaring Xiaodao with some firewood? Let me tell you, I'm not afraid of your tricks."

Ye Xingtian was furious immediately, looked at the old Taoist gloomyly, and sneered heavily, "Huh? You're so arrogant. Well, I won't believe it yet, I can't open your mouth!"

"You should look carefully. There is still a layer of cold lime on it! Who doesn't know how poisonous cold stone is, and only alchemists can refine this thing. Tell me, what are your intentions!"

"Taoist, you have to think about it. I am evidence. You and I know what evidence is. If you make a false confession, even if you have nothing to do with it, you can't escape!"

After a meal of intimidation and threats, the Taoist immediately froze a lot: "Even so, it can't be said that he was trained in the small way, right?"

"Hehe, you won't die until you reach the Yellow River, and you won't cry when you see the coffin, right? You didn't cherish the chance I gave you to fight for leniency. If that's the case, then don't resent me for avenging my private revenge. I don't treat you well. You're welcome!" Ye Xingtian sneered, no one believed him when he said with a cold look that he would not avenge the old Taoist priest.

His expression was cold and majestic, extremely stern, but under the reflection of his outstanding face, he looked indescribably good-looking, which made people unable to take his eyes off.

The little girls looked at his fierce and serious appearance, and their heart and liver in their chests were beating non-stop, wanting to jump out of their chests.

"Lengshi is not easy to keep for a long time, it must be made by you! It doesn't matter if you don't admit it, since only you can do this, Cheng Butou will definitely find the evidence within an hour, see you at the Yamen!" Ye Xingtian didn't know, he Looking at the old Taoist with cold eyes, after finishing speaking coldly, he turned around and was about to leave.

This time, the Taoist priest was frightened, and he immediately grabbed the corner of his clothes and begged.

"My little official, don't make this a big deal. It is true that I made this cold stone, but I was entrusted by someone... This person... is a painter named Lin. It is him This cold stone was ordered by Xiaodao! Xiaodao took the money and just went about his business, he didn't know anything else!"

"A painter surnamed Lin?" Lin Shuyi and Chu Yunluo were stunned together.

Standing in front of the two of them, Ye Xingtian didn't notice the change in their expressions, and continued to ask, "Where's the painter?"

The Taoist glanced furtively to the side: "I don't know about that. He pays, I deliver, and I've said everything I need to say..."

——This old fox!

...Wait, the surname is Lin, the painter...Is there something wrong? !

Ye Xingtian turned his head suddenly, and looked at the two girls behind him in surprise and suspicion.

Lin Shuyi's eyes suddenly turned cold, and she stared at him with an unfriendly expression, startled and angry, and asked sharply and coldly: "—Who are you suspecting?!"

As she spoke, she retreated sharply, and the lake pen hanging on her waist fell into her fingertips in front of her body, pointing at Ye Xingtian from a distance, with a cold and sharp fighting spirit all over her body.

"Ah! Sister Shuyi!" Lin Shuyi suddenly turned her face and started preparing for the battle. She was full of aggression towards Ye Xingtian and Chu Yunluo was shocked. She looked at this and that, not knowing which side to take.Then he gritted his teeth and turned around, threw himself into Ye Xingtian's arms and hugged him tightly, wrapping his arms around him to prevent any resistance he might have, and at the same time blocked him.

"do not want!"

If Lin Shuyi made a move against Ye Xingtian, Chu Yunluo would definitely be hurt first.

This time, whether it was Lin Shuyi, who was posing for an attack, or Ye Xingtian, who subconsciously wanted to make a move when he was stimulated by the murderous aura, their faces were not very good-looking.

The two were deadlocked.

Chu Yunluo anxiously said: "I believe there must be some misunderstanding! Senior Brother Ye must be innocent, you believe me!"

Ye Xingtian looked at her anxious cry, frowned slightly, slowly let go of the hand that was holding the sword hilt, patted her on the back lightly, smiled comfortingly, and pushed her away .

Chu Yunluo obediently stood aside.

Ye Xingtian turned his eyes to Lin Shuyi and smiled, "Why is Miss Lin so angry? I was just surprised before—there are thousands of painters in the world, and the surname Lin is even more unknown. Why does Miss Lin have such a big reaction?"

Lin Shuyi sneered, "Heh, do you dare to say that you didn't doubt my father before?!

——Yunluo, come here! "

Chu Yunluo looked at Ye Xingtian worriedly, and walked towards Lin Shuyi with a mournful face.

"elder sister……"

"Shut up!" Lin Shuyi gave her a gouged look, still caring about her protecting Ye Xingtian just now.

Chu Yunluo came over aggrieved with her head down, feeling unspeakably aggrieved and depressed.

Well, she admits that she is biased, but it is not certain who it is biased towards.

——Chu Yunluo didn't feel at all that her little sister, who was first-class in playing the piano and painting, was the opponent of Ye Xingtian's pervert in actual combat—especially the guy with absolutely unbelievable mobility.

Watching Chu Yunluo walk over, Ye Xingcai smiled unhurriedly and said, "Suspicious? Of course not, I just thought of Senior Painter."

"Senior Painter is famous all over the world. If you mention a painter surnamed Lin, I'm afraid it's not just me. Anyone who thinks of him will be Senior Lin first."

"Slick tongue." Lin Shuyi said coldly.