I went back inside and scanned the room as usual, but it was still the same.

Judging from the situation in the house, it seems that the mysterious man who lived in the inn did not enter the place when I left.

There were no suspicious traces left in the house.

Or maybe he's too clever!

Even if I came in, I couldn't see it.

In either case, I don't have much to worry about.

Because I'll leave Nanhua Town tomorrow!

When you can't figure things out, just leave it to time.

If that person has the heart to follow, there will always be a flaw in the next time.

Even if the action is mysterious and well-planned, I believe that it has not yet reached the realm of perfection.

I can't really be strategic, I can't detect the whereabouts of the other party at all, everything will be done quietly in secret, not like now, the seeds of doubt have been planted in my heart.

That man will definitely show up next time.

It's relatively secluded in a place like an inn.

Once he arrives in the mountains, he will be driven by mountain roads, and the possibility of him appearing at that time is much greater.

My plan was to follow the caravan to the Northlands.

There are a lot of people in the caravan, and it seems to me that more people can take care of them.

I remembered what the young man asked me just now, in fact, I don't necessarily need to do it myself.

Maybe there are girls in the caravan who are good at needlework.

Maybe you can do it for a little money!

Having taken the herbs from the room, I pushed open the door and walked through the corridor. Let's go in the direction of the big kitchen.

The young man told me that he would light the fire on the small stove for me

The young man's gaze calmly swept around the room, looking at the room in front of him, which had also been used as a temporary settlement after the change of inn.

The interior of the room is very simplely furnished. Similar to the last inn he stayed in.

In the eyes of the young man, the inns in Nanhua Town are all of the same pattern.

Usually the front yard faces the street, and the kitchen is set up in the back yard.

Generally, the lobby on the ground floor is a place for guests to drink tea and eat, and the same is true for other inns in the town.

He came in from outside, and the smell he immediately smelled when he entered the door was that.

The boy walked to the window, opened the wooden window, and looked out.

On a sparsely moonlit night, tomorrow should be a sunny day.

That guy from Xiaoling. They live in houses not far away, but the people are not there.

The boy asked himself if he had come back so late, where had he gone?

If it's someone who stays in the inn. I'm afraid I'm already asleep by now!

He didn't come back late at night, but the young man at the inn went out with him, and inquired about the caravan ride in the southeast of town, and wondered when he planned to go on his way tomorrow.

The boy sighed. Retract your gaze and close the window. Keeping the cold air outside the house out of the window.

He walked over to the table and unpacked the baggage he had brought.

His eyes swept over the things inside, and he looked at them in turn, and after a while, he sat down.

I don't feel sleepy, and I just spend all my time doing the right things to do.

The hood on his head had been tossed aside by him for a long time, and how long ago had he done such a thing?

The boy was waiting to get started. Suddenly, he smelled a burst of medicine, and his sense of smell was sharper than that of ordinary people.

His complexion changed. The boy walked to the door and opened a crack to look at the corridor.

The corridor was empty, but the kitchen lights in the backyard were still on, and the deliberately muffled voices could be faintly heard.

The young man listened attentively, and after a while, his face sank.

I heard it right, it's clearly Xiaoling and the inn's eyesore.

The two of them didn't sleep in the middle of the night, talking and laughing in the backyard kitchen.

The young man stood on the corridor, his whole body motionless like a statue, his hands still hanging at his sides, slowly clenching.

Frowning and pursing his lips, in the night, the young man's expression could only be seen clearly by those who were close to him

I watched the young man turn on the small stove, and then put on the pot in Wu Yu's baggage.

The young man looked at the small pot I brought and asked in surprise, "Do you still have this with you when you go out?" “

I thought about it for a moment and replied, "No, if you stay in the wilderness on the road, you can at least drink hot soup!" ”

"You're pretty particular." The little guy looked at me with more content.

I echoed and smiled, the person who is particular about his heart is not me, there is someone else!

The medicinal juice slowly boiled in a small pot, and gradually there was still a smell in the courtyard.

The young man sniffed it and said, "This smell is okay, it won't make the guests in the hotel unbearable, and the cold wind will blow in the middle of the night, and it will be dispersed." ”

I didn't answer, and nodded silently. "When will the shopkeeper come back?" I remember the incident of asking him about Dr. Wu's eldest brother.

That god-like persona non grata is about to become a pest in town! "If the shopkeeper usually goes out, he will probably be back at this hour!"

The young man looked at me and said, "Before leaving, the shopkeeper didn't say that he wouldn't come back tonight." “

With him as an assistant, the work of boiling medicine went smoothly.

It took less than an hour to complete.

The weather was very cold, and soon the cold medicinal juice was packed into the small bottle prepared by Wu Yu. "How do you use this medicine, do you drink a little bit every time?"

The young man asked curiously, staring at the medicine bottle that I had set aside.

The corners of my mouth twitched, and after thinking about it, I replied, "Almost! “

How am I going to explain this to him?

I can only follow his misunderstanding.

Because I couldn't explain it to him for a while.

The situation is completely different, the young man is a person in the inn where he lives temporarily.

As a temporary friend, who had only been together for a few days, he didn't need to know so much about my trip to the Northland.

What's more, it's about disfigurement medicine. Ordinary people will inevitably have some bad associations when they listen to it.

You know, when I went out in the evening in the town, he and I witnessed such a scene of chasing thieves and catching thieves!

Several reasons add up. I dismissed the idea of explaining to him.

"It doesn't smell as good as the one I told you about, but it doesn't smell good."

Smelling that the young man now has a deeper understanding.

I understood what he was thinking, and immediately replied, "That's why I chose it at night, not during the day." “

The young man looked at me and asked, "Have you ever asked at the pharmacy in town?" They can boil it for you. "It's not good, this is a recipe handed down from the family, and it's not appropriate to say it."

I turned my head away and whispered.

The young man was a little studied, walked over and picked up the bottle and looked at it again. There is still some exploration of the medicine that has just been boiled.

"It's okay, you don't have to drink it." I paused and smiled, "This medicine is not a must-drink." Do not worry. ”

He probably won't need to use disfiguring drugs in his life, I think.

I put the bottle away, turned to him and asked, "You still have to stay at the inn at night." The shopkeeper will definitely go to the front yard when he comes back. Why don't you go and wait for him in the lobby? "Okay, if you're not afraid of the cold, you can go over there."

After hearing this, the young man said yes, and took the small stove to the lobby of the inn by the way.

I sat on the edge of the stove, and it was a little hot, but it felt better than outside. "Let's get used to the night here, and when we get to the Northland, we won't have a choice."

I said to myself. The young man walked over to the stove and boiled a pot of hot water

The corridor inside the inn was silent, and the boy stood alone outside. The cold wind was blowing.

He was in the dark the whole time, smelling the smell of medicine wafting from the big kitchen.

He could clearly hear the conversation between Xiaoling and the young man at the inn about the brewed potion.

Xiaoling's familiar voice can also be heard.

Especially when he said the phrase "recipe handed down from home", the corners of the young man's mouth couldn't help twitching.

However, the previous depressed atmosphere was diluted a lot.

Ancestral secret recipe, that guy is simply it!

Although the teenager did not know the composition of several of the herbs, he could still draw a conclusion.

Ancestral disfigurement medicine, why does it sound so incredible?

I've heard so many prescriptions, but it's the first time I've heard of a disguise medicine.

What the hell is that guy thinking?

Could it be that the young man's mind was racing, and the face of that guy Xiaoling appeared in his mind again.

He suddenly had a strange thought, was it Xiaoling's original appearance

Thinking about this, the boy immediately turned and went back to his own room.

How much effect can be achieved by different formulas depends entirely on the effect of the herbs and the subtlety of the formula.

The boy has a lot of questions in his mind, but the most important thing right now is to prepare what he needs for tomorrow.

However, having witnessed the process of boiling the medicinal juice between the two of them, one thing he can be sure of is that Xiaoling's plan has not changed.

It is also true that he went to the southeast of Nanhua Town to inquire about the news and the price of the caravan, and he will definitely leave tomorrow, if there is no accident to obstruct it.

The boy waited for the last decision, a decision he had never thought of before coming to Suzhou.

Right now, the most important thing to do is to return to Suzhou, and from then on he has nothing to do with that guy Xiaoling, because his destination is Northland.

The boy knew this deeply, and knew the reason why Xiaoling suddenly chose to leave in the middle of the night.

The heart is unwilling, and there is an uncomfortable energy that has been accompanied, and the stalk is in the heart.

In addition to this, there is another layer of unclear reasons.

The teenager made a decision in the next moment

In the lobby of the inn, I looked at the young man and asked, "The shopkeeper hasn't come back yet, you might as well tell me about the tea delivery guest, there is no taboo about this, right?" ”

That man had a cold expression and a mysterious temperament that caught my attention.

Before leaving, he looked at me very strangely, indescribably strange!

I asked as I picked up the cup of hot tea that the boy had poured for me, took a sip.

"If it's not convenient, then I didn't ask."

The young man squatted by the stove, turned his head to look at me, and said, "He will come to us every once in a while to deliver tea, and by the way, some dry goods from the mountains." ”

"Has he been here for years?" I paused, and asked in a more explicit way, "I mean, how many years has it been since he first came back to your inn to deliver tea?" ”

"This" the young man looked down seriously and thought about it, then looked at me and said, "It doesn't seem to be as long as a few years, I don't remember much, but he must have come after I arrived in Nanhua Town." ”

Based on the information that the young man told me earlier, I can roughly understand the timing of what he said.

I asked curiously, "Have you seen his kung fu?" "I just heard the shopkeeper talk about it." The young man said frankly, "To tell you the truth, the shopkeeper has always said that the man is his old friend's guard guarding the tea plantation. “

His tone changed and said, "But we really haven't seen what it looks like." "If I had seen it, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been standing here with good arms and legs to talk to you."

The young man winked at me and smiled.

I couldn't hold back, and the corners of my mouth pulled up and said, "That's right." “

There were far fewer pedestrians on the streets outside.

When I was in Suzhou City, I still felt that the cold was bearable.

Unexpectedly, Nanhua Town, which is separated by several mountains, is much colder at night.

The innkeeper still hasn't come back, and in contrast to the cold atmosphere outside, the curiosity in my heart can't be suppressed.

I took a deep breath, can the shopkeeper give me an answer when he comes back?

The man from the martial family, what happened to him in the town that caused the young guys in the inn to be secretive?

After waiting for about half an hour, I drank two cups of tea, and at this time, a voice suddenly came from the courtyard gate facing the street.

I looked in, and sure enough, I saw the innkeeper coming in through the door.

The young man stepped forward to greet him, and the two of them whispered a few words at the door of the lobby, nothing more than about the shopkeeper's whereabouts.

Listening to his tone, it seemed that he had something to discuss at a friend's house in the southeast of town, so he delayed returning to the inn.

The young man told him about the scene I met with him when I went out in the evening.

The shopkeeper's gaze looked past the young man's figure towards where I was sitting.

He hesitated for a few seconds, ended the conversation, and walked straight in my direction. "You want to ask about Dr. Wu's family?" The shopkeeper looked at me and asked in a gentle tone. "Well, you're right."

I was a little surprised, I didn't expect him to use such a direct question as an opening statement, and I naturally responded frankly, so I didn't have to go around in circles with him. "Why?" The shopkeeper bowed his head and sat down, and the young man poured him a cup of tea.

His tone was flat, but I understood, and since he was willing to ask why, as long as the reasons I gave were enough to convince him, of course I would hear the inside story I wanted to know. "It's something to do with a friend." I looked down and thought about it. "Could that person be involved with the martial arts?" The innkeeper asked me.

"That's right, I'm also a member of the samurai family!" Hearing this, I looked up at him for a moment.

Then I cautiously opened my mouth and said tentatively, "If it's inconvenient to say something, you can just let me not ask." (To be continued.) )