The Brocaded Tale of The Girl Si

The man in the long gown stared at the faint red on his fingertips, pondered for a moment, and came to a serious conclusion: the person who can carry the chili noodles with him is inextricably linked to the people of the rivers and lakes.

The beard nodded in agreement: "Yes."

Those who carry chili noodles with them are not those who are indiscriminately. What is it?

Imagine that two dead men clash, and one of the dead men suddenly raises a handful of chili noodles at the very moment of their death. What is it like?

The beard feels ashamed just to think about it.

As for the ladies carrying chili noodles with them, this idea never came up in their minds.

The rain was getting weaker outside the pavilion, and the man in the gown walked out.

"Where are you going?" Bearded asked.

The two seem to be a comparable peer relationship, rather than one leading the other.

The man in the gown did not answer, standing in the rain and falling to the ground.

Here is a view of a secluded part of the mountain temple. The ground is not paved with bluestone slabs like the main road, but a dirt road. When the ground is wet, it will inevitably leave footprints.

It's just that—the man in the long-shirt furrowed his brows even more as he looked at the ground that had accumulated several inches of puddles due to heavy rain.

The rain is too heavy, even if it left footprints before, it is all filled with rain at this moment.

No, as long as this kind of weather has been here, it will inevitably leave clues.

The man in the long-shirt suddenly turned around and asked his beard: "The person who just attacked you is hiding behind this big tree?"

The beard nodded: "Yes."

The man in the gown stared at the tree and walked behind.

The tree is very tall, and the thick trunk is difficult to hold even if two adults reach out and hug it together. The luxuriant canopy almost blocks the rain, and the ground is only a shallow layer of dampness.

The man in the long-shirt looked for it carefully, and finally found a footprint at the junction where the tree canopy was about to be unable to block the rain.

He immediately squatted down to observe the footprint.

The footprints are only the front half, and the toes are facing away from the trunk. You can imagine the rush of the person leaving.

The pattern on the footprints is almost too shallow to be seen, it can be said that it only leaves a rough outline.

The beard seemed to understand the meaning of the man in the long-shirt, and he squatted down, staring at the half-footprint and muttered: "It's only half a footprint and there are almost no patterns. There is no way to guess what shoes the other party is wearing."

At this time, Dazhou people wear boots with some identities, while ordinary people wear cloth shoes and straw sandals. But wearing boots alone can be divided into several styles. Such a footprint with only a rough outline wants to distinguish what the other party is wearing. Shoes, that would be too difficult.

The man in the long gown stared at the footprints and shook his head: "You don't need to look at the patterns or even the outline. You only look at the size of the half of the footprint. Does it feel strange?"

"Size?" The man in the long shirt reminded him, his beard and his eyes lit up, "This footprint is too small!"

The man in the gown nodded: "Yes, such small footprints can only be left by women."

"Woman?" With a strange face on her beard, "You mean a woman sprinkled chili noodles in my eyes, and then knocked you out with my iron stick?"

The statement of having a beard obviously embarrassed the man in the gown, so he said in a huff: "I'll give you a stick."

The beard shook his head repeatedly: "Impossible, impossible, this is really incredible..."

"Unbelievable?" The man in the long-shirt sneered and glanced at his beard. "No matter how unbelievable things are, it is true that other possibilities are ruled out. Such tiny footprints, are they always left by children?"

"It's even more impossible. Although I didn't see the person clearly, I am sure that the person is definitely not the height of a child."

After the beard was finished speaking, he was silent with the man in the gown. After a while, he said annoyed: "I didn't expect to be calculated by a woman when he overturned the boat in the gutter."

The man in the long gown straightened up and said lightly: "Women who can mix the world, women are often more bold and careful."

"But why did the other party provoke us for no reason?"

The eyes of the man in the gown suddenly sharpened, and the murderous intent appeared: "In the beginning, Xu was to avoid us, but then you heard our conversation and you noticed the movement—"

The face of his beard changed suddenly: "What should we do? Our conversation was heard by the other party, will the other party inform the Seventh Prince?"

"It's hard to say." The man in the long gown walked to the pavilion with his hands under his hands, looking at the rain curtain that gradually became thinner, with a gloomy look.

The beard came up: "Why is it hard to say?"

"If the other party is someone who has nothing to do with the seventh prince, maybe they won't be in the muddy water, but it does not rule out that the other party and the seventh prince happen to know or want to make a fortune by selling this news."

He rubbed his beard and rubbed his hands: "If this is the case, it will be troublesome, but since the other party is a gangster, there is little chance of meeting the Seventh Prince."

The man in the long-shirt sneered: "Did you forget that this seventh prince loves to make friends with people who have three religions."

The beard fell silent.

Finally, the man in the long shirt sighed, "Fine, it's useless at this point, I will ask more people to stare at the Seventh Prince to see if someone special has contacted him recently. If I really find this person—"

The eyes of the man in the gown were even colder: "Then just get rid of her!"

The beard nodded.

"The most important thing at the moment is to send the woman who looks somewhat similar to the saint to the seventh prince as soon as possible." The man in the gown lifted his foot and stepped on the half of the footprint on the ground, rubbing it for a few times, "Go!" "

After noon, the rain has completely stopped, the cool wind blows a layer of mist on Baiyun Temple, the branches and leaves are gently swaying with drops of water, occasionally there will be low birdsong in the forest, but no birds are seen from the sky Passing by, the mountain temple seems more and more quiet after the rain.

But soon the Baiyun Temple became lively.

Those pilgrims who were stranded in the temple due to heavy rain began to walk out of sheltered places, or continued to linger in the temple, or were preparing to leave, and the monks in the temple also began activities.

Standing under the corridor, Jiang Yi listened to the crisp ticking sound of the drops of water falling down the eaves of the corridor, and asked Jiang Si from his side, "Where do the four sisters still want to go for a walk?"

Jiang Si glanced at Zhu Ziyu who was not far away, and smiled and shook his head: "No. It's finally clearing up, it's better to go back earlier, so it won't be easy to go if it rains again."

Jiang Yi quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

She really didn't want to stay here anymore, and it would be best if my sister wanted to leave earlier.

Jiang Yi turned his head to Zhu Ziyu and said, "Husband, let's go back with the fourth sister."

Zhu Ziyu turned his eyes slightly, looking at Jiang Si.

Seeing that he was silent for a while, Jiang Si asked openly: "Is there something wrong with brother-in-law?"

Zhu Ziyu didn't seem to expect Jiang Si to ask so directly. He was startled at first, and then smiled: "It's okay, I was originally to accompany your elder sister to the incense. Then go back together."