returned to the helmsman of the beggar gang, because he was ventilated in advance, so he was silent and did not show his stuffing, and the simple Nangong Ling thought that his father had been obediently staying at the helm and waiting for him to finish his business.

Nangong Ling had been nervous before, but after returning to the general rudder, the whole person relaxed, don't worry about the days here and there. Because he had completed the task very seriously before, he was recently given a leave of absence to let him recover to his best condition.

At night, Nangong Ling fell asleep, and found Ren Ci silently, his brows were deeply locked, and he looked preoccupied. Ren Ci, who loves his younger brother very much, asked with concern: "Wuyin, what's wrong with you?" ”

"Brother" silently informed Ren Ci of all his discoveries about Quanzhou, and did not reserve it at all.

Ren Ci became vigilant in his heart: "You said that the person who was behind the scenes has not been caught, and that person has sneaked into Ling'er's residence, this." ”

"Brother, I think that person is Wuhua." Wuyin said the guess in his heart, from the body shape of Wuhua and the black shadow is very similar, Wuhua is a monk, and it is normal to have sandalwood fragrance on his body, and the black shadow head he saw was very small, he saw that it was wrapped in black cloth at that time. A normal person has a lot of hair on his head, and if he wraps it in a black cloth, his head will appear to be very large, but the head of the black shadow is smaller than that of a normal person, and it can be explained if he is bald.

Ren Ci thought slightly, silently not daring to disturb for fear of interrupting Ren Ci's thoughts, but don't miss anything important.

After thinking for a long time, Wuyin looked at Ren Ci's slightly open mouth and lifted his heart, Ren Ci said, "You go back to rest first, I'll think about it tonight." ”

"Okay." He really didn't expect his brother to hold back such a sentence for so long, and sure enough, the memories of the brothers are also inherited, and every time they suddenly think about something, they can't remember.

A bright moon hung his head, silently lowered his head and sighed passing by Nangong Ling's room, he secretly looked inside, only to see his son sleeping sweetly, he couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth. He hopes that his Ling'er can always be happy and have a good dream every day. His eyebrows were sharpened, so he wouldn't let anyone hurt his son.

He looked up at the starry sky and stretched, he should also sleep well, and wait for his brother to come out tomorrow.

No longer thinking about those things, he lay down comfortably and soon fell asleep.

When I got up for breakfast in the morning, I saw Nangong Ling nibbling on a bun full of vitality, but it was just a bun, he gnawed it very fragrantly, which made people want to taste it. Wuyin saw that his son was eating so deliciously, and went to get several steamed buns, and took a bowl of noodles sprinkled with green onions and a poached egg lying on them.

The poached egg lying on top of the silence was very tender, and a little yolk flowed out of it when I poked it, but the noodle soup was very hot, and the egg liquid solidified at once. Wuyin licked his lips and couldn't help it, and immediately solved the egg in two bites. Nangong Ling watched his father eat the egg, and also went to get a boiled egg, dipped it in vinegar and finished eating.

After eating, Nangong Ling wiped his mouth and waved his hand silently: "Dad, I asked a friend to go out to play today, so I'll leave first." ”

"Okay, have fun." Silent sucked another bite of noodles and said, it feels good to eat noodles and nibble on buns.

Wuyin ate many buns in a row before stopping, he patted his bulging belly, and suddenly felt that he was a deep-sea giant eel, eating so much, even if the previous memory was very distant, but he remembered very clearly, he used to eat like a cat, and he could only be deterred by seeing the food for his stomach.

Walking on the road, the beggar disciples who passed by would greet him, and Wuyin would smile back to them every time, so the beggar disciples here liked Wuyin very much.

Because of the greeting, half a quarter of the journey walked alive for a moment. As soon as he arrived in the room, Ren Ci hurriedly pulled Wuyin to sit down, he took a sip of tea and said: "Wuyin, I remembered, at that time, Tianfeng Shishilang and I had already competed with Master Tianfeng before, you said that Wuhua is Master Tianfeng's apprentice, will it." ”

Wuyin naturally knew what Ren Ci wanted to say: "Brother, do you mean that Wuhua may have something to do with Tianfeng Shishilang?" ”

"Well, Master Tianfeng is highly respected and respected, you should investigate this matter first."

Wuyin nodded: "I know, I won't talk nonsense without evidence." ”

It turned out that Tianfeng Shishilang had come to compete with Ren Ci after competing with Master Tianfeng before and was injured, and it seemed that it was best to start with Master Tianfeng to find out. But Wuyin didn't know if Master Tianfeng would tell him about the events of the year, but he wanted to try, and it would be okay to move with emotion and ideals.

After a few days, Wuyin packed up his clothes, and Nangong Ling was very puzzled: "Dad, are you going out again?" ”

Silent nodded: "There is something I need to do, you should study well with others at the helm of the beggar gang, remember to practice calligraphy and read books every day." ”

Wuyin couldn't help but nag again, Nangong Ling couldn't help crying and laughing: "I'm not a child anymore, don't worry, Dad." ”

"Daddy, rest assured, rest assured, my Ling'er is the best." Silent praise.

Nangong Ling asked, "Dad, will you take Xiaobai with you when you go out?" ”

"Well, I won't bring it this time, Ling'er will help me feed Xiaobai well, but I can only feed it once, and let it go hunting in the forest by itself at other times."

"Okay."

Nangong Ling smiled and then said, "Dad, you have to bring me some delicious food." ”

"Alas, Ling'er, you will get fat if you eat again." Silent quipped, "Be careful to become fatter than chirp." ”

Jiu Jiu's current body is as fat as a domestic chicken, and sometimes he really thinks it's a fat chicken when he looks at it suddenly.

Nangong Ling smiled awkwardly: "Dad, how can I have it." ”

"Haha, okay, I'm going to leave after I'm done, you have to take good care of yourself, you should eat and drink, don't treat yourself badly."

"Well, I will."

Wuyin changed into a more neat hairstyle, and he tied his hair with a headband, after all, if you have loose hair when riding a horse, you will become crazy, and it will be extremely messy by the wind, which is even more messy than the hairstyle of the Chow Chow beggar.

Riding a horse on the road, Meow Meow complained: "You just came back and went out a few days ago, why bother." ”

Wuyin looked ahead and said: "This must go, not only for Ling'er, but also for the beggars, there must be something hidden behind this." ”

Meow meow is silent.,Silent intuition has always been quite accurate.,If there's really something behind it.,With a silent temperament, you won't sit idly by.,If you don't solve it, you won't calm down.。

"Okay, then come on." Meow Meow's face showed a faint smile.

After several days of travel, Wuyin finally came to Putian Shaolin, he changed his face when he came here, he didn't want to expose himself, if he was seen by Wuhua, he was afraid that there would be an accident.

It's just that if there is no flower, he is not as old as pretending, so he directly changed his face to a warm and jade-like face and put on a simple blue robe, and held a sword in his hand. Facing the mirror, he covered his face, and as soon as he saw such a face, he thought of his family Zhao'er, what would Zhao'er do after he left? It should still be to follow Master Bao to do things, guarding the blue sky, and he won't feel lonely with Bai Yutang by his side.

You have a confidant in life, and you have no regrets in death.

I don't know why, it didn't rain in Putian a few days ago, and it rained heavily as soon as Wuyin came, but fortunately he had already prepared an umbrella. In a deserted place he retrieved his horse and walked on the road with an umbrella.

Many of the passers-by did not bring umbrellas, and they all ran briskly with their sleeves covered, and the silent holding umbrella among these people seemed very indifferent, and he walked slowly without hurrying at all.

In the crowd, a monk wearing a monk's robe hurriedly came to the eaves to temporarily hide from the rain, this monk is kind and kind, and Wuhua is different, this looks very natural, it is the kind from the bottom of the heart.

Wuyin walked over and took out another umbrella and handed it over: "Here you go." ”

The monk raised his eyes to look at Wuyin, Wuyin chuckled and nodded to signal him to take the umbrella, the monk also smiled back and then folded his hands and thanked him: "Thank you, donor." ”

"It's okay, I just have an extra umbrella here."

The monk took the umbrella and held it up, and he asked, "Then how should I return it to the donor?" ”

Wuyin shook his head lightly: "It's okay if you keep it." ”

"How can this be, the little monk is a monk in Shaolin, and he can't take other people's things as his own."

This monk is very stubborn, saying that he is stubborn is actually very principled, and said silently: "I'll go back to Shaolin in a few days to see, how about you return the umbrella to me when the time comes?" ”

"Okay, donor, the little monk has no appearance, thank you for the grace of the donor."

Wuyin nodded and said, "I'll go first, I'll see you in a few days." ”

He didn't expect to borrow someone else's umbrella casually, and the object of the loan was the monk of Shaolin he was going to, and it seemed that God would let him go to Shaolin.

Staying in the inn, he changed into dry clothes and took the book and read, when it rained, there was nothing to do but read a book to pass the time. He read some miscellaneous books, talking about some interesting anecdotes and secrets on the rivers and lakes, but it was not about this world, this book was brought by him from the previous world.

Looking at the book, he kept complaining, he couldn't suppress his complaining, the person who wrote the book is definitely not very good at martial arts, or how wrong is this move, obviously it should be no problem to use this trick to deal with the enemy, isn't it already injured if you use what is written in the book.

He continued to look at it, and he was fascinated by it, and he had to admire the imagination of the writer, which was really interesting, but it did not match the facts.

Meow: I don't care how good I read.