On the other side, "Brother Chong" and his party followed the map to find the courtyard of Zuichen Township.

Before I entered the door, a faint smell of rice wafted from the room.

"Come in, it's time for lunch. ”

The voice of the drunken dust country slowly drifted out of the door with the smell of rice.

Brother Chong and the others were a little surprised, and they couldn't help but be amazed at the perception of this master. In fact, the two of them had already considered that they were almost here, and they had been waiting at home for a long time.

Brother Chong led his companions across the threshold. The courtyard is so clean and neat that at first glance no one would guess that this is the abode of a high-ranking person. Because this alley opens the door of a house at random, most of the people you see are also arranged in such a simple way.

A small table was set up in front of the door, and Drunken Dust sat on top of it.

Another man who looked like a neighbor from Drunken Dust Country was half-crouching next to the small pot, scooping porridge into several white porcelain bowls on the ground with a porridge spoon. The heat was thick, and the mist of white flowers made it difficult for Brother Chong and the others to see the person's appearance clearly.

"You're the drunken man, aren't you?"

Brother Chong cleared his clear and generous voice: "Straight to the point, we are the subordinates of Jue Tongjun, the Nether Heavenly Substitute Walker, and in Xia Chongdaocheng, these are all brothers with me. ”

Drunken Dust Township looked at Chong Daocheng for a moment, and moved his body to look up for a long time: "You guys are here for the murder of Bu Yuanfang." ”

Chong Daocheng thought about it for a while, stepped forward and said, "First of all, it's like this. But as far as we can speculate, the crisis in the Chaoyun Street area may not be limited to Buyuanfang. ”

"Oh?" Drunken Dust raised his head with some interest.

Poinsettia Plum, who was scooping porridge on the side, also moved slightly, squinting at these guys who still had a little brains.

Chong Daocheng asked one of his companions to take out a codex with scribbled handwriting.

He took it and flipped through a few pages quickly, saw what he was looking for, and held it up to the drunken dust country.

The handwriting on it is sloppy, but you can still make out what it says. A few pages of paper that have been flipped back and forth a little worn out show that Chong Daocheng has been paying attention to the content of these pages, and may have been for a while.

"Three cottages...... Jade Spirit Bead ...... Liripo ...... Silver snail gold gall ......"

Drunken Dust squinted his eyes and carefully identified it, as he read it out loud.

Chong Daocheng frowned and sighed like a long sigh.

When the drunken dust was almost over, he interjected and asked, "I don't know if you have any ideas, sir." ”

Drunken Dust Township looked up, and his eyes were a little more sharp like a falcon. He said lightly: "What do you mean...... Golden Wind Peony. ”

Chong Daocheng removed the codex from the drunken dust village and handed it back to his companions.

"Yes. Chong Daocheng stood a little tired, so he sat down against the table in a casual manner, and continued, "These are the information that my comrades have obtained when they traveled to various places. ”

"These are all the black turban organizations that have emerged recently, and they have gone from aimlessly stirring up trouble at the beginning to carrying out brutal sabotage activities targeting rare treasures everywhere. ”

"So, why is this so?" asked Drunken Dust. "If you aim at the treasure in the first place, why kill innocents indiscriminately. ”

Chong Daocheng lowered his head and thought about it, and shrugged his shoulders a little regretfully: "We have no conclusion yet, and judging from the existing information, we can only speculate." ”

"The most important thing now is to catch their movements and think about the present. A companion beside him said slowly.

"You're ......" Drunken Dust didn't know what to call him.

Chong Daocheng patted him on the shoulder and introduced to the drunken dust township: "This is Gongsun Detective, one of my comrades, and also Jue Tongjun's think tank. I am very honored to have Jue Tongjun let him join me this time. ”

Poinsettia plum served the porridge and distributed it to every seat in front of the small table.

Zuichen Xiang raised his face to take the porridge and nodded to Gongsun Tan: "Mr. Gongsun, what you said is not bad......

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of running footsteps and whirring panting, and it sounded very anxious.

Everyone looked back in unison and saw a tall and sturdy man running into the courtyard with a puff of smoke, it was Kou Wufu.

"Are you ......" Chong Daocheng saw that it was a suspicious big man, and jumped up from his seat as if reflexively.

Unexpectedly, Kou Wufu didn't pay attention to him at all, but hurriedly handed a crumpled roll of paper in his hand to Zuichen Township, and shouted in a hurry: "Big, big merchant house, it's them, five days!"

The crowd listened to him incoherently, and they were completely confused.

Drunken Dust Township frowned and looked down, but unexpectedly found that the paper in his hand was the announcement letter of Jiu Che Xiaoying!

............

A river is leisurely and leisurely, from Chaoyun Street Port downward, a vein flows eastward. Descending through a wide mountain gorge, on the same side is Buyuanfang, and further down, to the south of the watershed of the sandbank, is the direction of Pimazhuang.

In spring, the willow peaches on both sides of the shore are revived, the wild ducks are rippling in the shallow water of the beach near the shore, the birds are singing verdant in the mountains, and the sky is blue and boundless. The sun's rays spread across the dripping river, sparkling like gold.

"Uncle, it's hard. Sitting on the boat, Fu Yunge chatted with the captain who was rocking the oars behind him.

The uncle is not young anymore, his hair is thinning to the point of almost baldness, and he has a white beard from the cheeks down.

He was wearing a tattered horse coat, his expression was very leisurely, and he was humming an unknown fisherman's song with Erlang's legs crossed, and his whole body was full of the breath of this river.

When he heard Fu Yunge say this, he gritted his teeth and smiled: "It's not hard, it's all idle." ”

"How many years have you been ferrying on this river?"

"Then who can remember clearly. The uncle shook his head comfortably, "Not fifty years, but more than forty years, this ship is my home." ”

A sensitive figure flashed under the shallow water, Fu Yunge hurriedly went to look and found that it was a beautiful fish. The river water under the blue waves reflects the sunlight layer by layer, like a cut jade.

"In a few days, the boat will be busy. ”

The uncle blew the beard on the side of his mouth, and he couldn't tell if he was happy: "Chaoyun Street Port is going to be auctioned again, and ......it is indispensable to come to join in the fun."

Fu Yunge stared at the river in the distance, and the vague front seemed to have the appearance of a sandbar.

There are still five days left, and I don't know if they can cut off their plan before the Nine Shadows.

The boat seems to be in touch with the world, swinging leisurely, from the sandbar all the way down the river to the south.

After half an hour, they finally landed on the Bund of Pimazhuang.

The two of them walked along the dirt road around the mountain to the back of the mountain, because the lively and huge horse farm was located in the embrace of the mountains behind the mountain.

When they went around to the back of the mountain, their eyes lit up.

On a towering archway, the dragon and the phoenix dance with three big characters: Pima Village. Walking down a wide dirt slope, there is the market and the households of the horse village. Looking down from the mountainside, the rows of blue-tiled roofs and loft-like bazaars are majestic and full of people.

The vitality hidden behind the mountain made Fu Yunge and the others a little stunned.

"Ju Wuzhu doesn't know if he's here. Fu Yunge said to himself, and walked down with Dongfang Shiming.

Although Dongfang Shiming did not echo, in the face of this unfamiliar location, he did flash the appearance of Ju Wuzhu in his mind.

The two of them walked to the village, and the sky was getting dark. The lanterns hanging in the attic restaurants on both sides are lit up, and there is a little orange-yellow light.

Fu Yunge then walked into a hotel with Dongfang Shiming, wanting to take the opportunity to inquire about the recent situation of Pimazhuang.

It was a bit early to go, and there weren't many people in the hotel hall. The two ordered a few side dishes, wanting to spend some time here, and then find a way to solve the accommodation problem.

Xiao Er was chatting with the shopkeeper in full swing, and there were not many customers in the store, so they chatted happily.

Fu Yunge handed over the ordered menu to Xiao Er, and the shopkeeper said with great interest: "This auction, our patriarch must be bound to win!"

Xiao Er turned around with the menu and nodded: "When the eldest patriarch wins the treasure, then the reputation of our horse village will be even greater." ”

The shopkeeper stared at the door, thought for a while, and said, "But the eldest patriarch usually participates in these auctions, and this time he cares so much, that peony is really that good?"

"Who knows. Xiao Er said as he walked to the back kitchen, "Things that can be called treasures have nothing to do with us." If the patriarch wins it smoothly and the name of Pima Village sounds, then we can also get some light. ”

When Fu Yunge and the others heard them say this, they each had a little doubt in their hearts.

Listening to their meaning, the patriarch of this horse village is going to participate in the auction of the Golden Wind Peony. But who is this patriarch, and what is the reason for his unusual participation in the auction this time?

After eating, the two of them generally learned something about the recent situation of Pima Village, but it was not of much value. The only thing that has been confirmed is the identity of the patriarch of Pima Village, and it is really no one else, it is the owner of Pima Zhuang Jushi Winery, Ju Lao.

Ju Lao is highly respected in Pima Village. He was not only a businessman, but also respected as the leader of a horse farm.

As a small mountain village in the mountains, Pimazhuang has gradually become rich and healthy over the years, and the industry is thriving. Therefore, although the simple people of Pimazhuang have different surnames, they still respect him as their elder, on the one hand, to respect him, and on the other hand, to show solidarity with each other.

The two of them slowly walked out of the hotel. "Ju Wuzhu's identity, according to my inference, should be the son of Ju Lao, the eldest young master of Ju's Winery. Dongfang Shiming said to Fu Yunge.

Fu Yunge looked up at the moonlight at night and the lanterns hanging high on both sides of the street: "Then, let's go find him." It's getting dark, but I don't know if he's in the horse farm right now. ”

"It's good to go check it out. But I would like to conceal the real purpose of our coming here for the time being, so as not to cause unnecessary panic in advance. Dongfang Shiming immediately agreed.

So the two discussed it a little and quickly determined the statement, saying that the two of them came here to visit.

There are also many people who come to Pima Estate for sightseeing and trading, and the most famous of them is the fine wine of Ju's Winery.

Inherited for hundreds of years, the winemaking techniques are exquisite, and the wines produced are famous far and wide. Fu Yunge and Dongfang Shiming are not fond of alcohol, but they have also heard of the name of the winery before.

Ju Winery is not difficult to find, as just ask the residents of the area. The two followed the instructions and found them quickly.

There is also a small stone tablet at the junction of Shangqu and the village, which is considered to be the entrance of the horse village.

Beyond the stele, the color of the lantern disappears in front of you, replaced by the dim candlelight of a family shining through the window paper.

Turn left and walk a little further, and you will see a particularly imposing black wood riveted gate. There is a gilt plaque hanging on it, engraved with the four big characters of "Ju's Winery", which makes people see at a glance that this family is extraordinary.

"That's good. Fu Yunge exclaimed, "It's even more arrogant than my family." ”

"Arrogant?" Dongfang Shiming tilted his head and smiled.

At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open from the inside, and a man stepped out.

The shape of the man in the night could not be seen clearly, but he could be seen to be not very well-dressed, with tattered clothes and hats, but his body was relatively stout.

When the man saw the two people at the door, he said impatiently, "You two...... What are you doing? Thief?"

Dongfang Shiming took a step forward very kindly, and asked, "May I ask this brother, this should be the famous Jushi Winery, right?"

The man was stunned for a moment. Then he stared at Dongfang Shiming twice in amazement, and then looked up at the plaque on it, and then sneered and said, "Are you afraid that you are not a fool?

Fu Yunge was very unhappy when he heard his disrespectful words, and wanted to come forward to reason with him, but was stopped by Dongfang Shiming.

"That's my fault, I'm sorry. Dongfang Shiming still kept smiling, "Then take the liberty to ask, the eldest prince of the Ju winery is not in the house now?"

The man pursed the corners of his lips disappreciatively, glared at them again, and said loudly: "The eldest prince is not here, what does it matter to you two? ”

When these words were spoken, Fu Yunge couldn't bear it anymore, and wanted to break free of Dongfang Shiming's block, vowing to fight with that person.

Not only is that man not afraid, but he is still provoking by saying unclean words, and he has no etiquette at all.

"You are a ...... of the king" Fu Yunge suddenly dragged Dongfang Shiming away, and then rushed towards the man in a rage, the man was not small, he stepped forward in two steps, waved his arms, and saw that the two were about to be entangled together-

"Bronze Bull! ”

Just when the two sides were tense and refused to give in to each other, the door of the Ju winery was opened again.