"Ahem! This headcatcher, the little young master is shy of strangers, so he ......" The old man cleared the siege. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Fang Shu muttered in his heart: That young man is actually shy, is it really fake? Master is right when he says, "A man should not be a disgrace."

Simon Feiyang's heart was a little open, but he restrained it.

He had an idea and said, "Old man, I'll make a bet with you." If Brother Fang wins, you tell me the name and origin; If the little master wins, I will give the little master this copy of "Jiaxuan Long and Short Sentences" in my hand. Do you dare? ”

"Ahem! What do you mean, little brother? The old man asked Fang Shu.

Fang Shu looked at Simon Feiyang and replied: "According to what Simon said, if you don't go your own way, I won't try." ”

The old man frowned slightly, and asked the young man with his eyes.

The young man and the old man looked at each other and smiled, making an OK gesture with their left hand.

Fang Shu muttered in his heart: Is that young man dumb? Not a word.

"Ahem! We accept bets. The old man said with confidence.

Simon Feiyang's heart sank, seeing that they were very sure, the book in his hand was estimated to be given away for nothing. However, it is certain that these two men have a great background.

"Brother Fang! Come on! Ximen Feiyang patted Fang Shu on the shoulder.

Song Yu let go of Mei Jingjing's slender hand and said softly in a low voice, "Jingjing! There's something I need your help with right now. ”

"What's the matter?" Mei Jingjing also whispered.

"Do you see the old and the young in the grass over there?" Song Yu said softly.

Mei Jingjing looked over Song Yu's left shoulder and saw an old man and a young man talking to Ximen Feiyang: "See, what's wrong?" Gyokuro! ”

Song Yu said slowly: "Just now I hinted that Ximen caught silver needles in his hair, and two silver needles were caught by the old man's two fingers, and his skills were extraordinary. Although he was on a cane, he listened to the footsteps along the way, but it was very brisk......"

Mei Jingjing, as the rose reporter of Chuandeng Villa, has always been very concerned about the strange people and strange things on the rivers and lakes.

She was listening.

"That young master is even more mysterious. From the time I saw him until now, he has not said a word. Moreover, I glanced at the black stick in his hand a few times, it seemed familiar, it was not a simple weapon......" Song Yu continued.

Mei Jingjing listened patiently.

"The most important thing is that this old man and young man inquired about the whereabouts of my master's sword god, but refused to reveal the origin......" Song Yu said softly.

"That's right! Recently, Chuandeng Villa also sent me, Peony reporter Mu Jianping, and Furong reporter Fu Hua went around to inquire about the whereabouts of the sword god Li Liushui. Gyokuro! Where is your master, do you know? Mei Jingjing interjected.

Song Yu said helplessly: "Alas! Jingjing! I have just returned to the capital from Guyang Town, and I am going to find Jin Jiuling, the head catcher of the Six Gates, also to inquire about Master's whereabouts. ”

Song Yu began to worry in his heart: the ears and eyes of Chuandeng Villa were among the best in the rivers and lakes, and he couldn't even inquire about them. Master! Where exactly are you?

Mei Jingjing saw Song Yu's sad face, and comforted her softly: "Yulang! The sword god Li Liushui Ji has his own natural appearance, and he will be fine. You just asked me for help, did you want me to see the origin of this old and young man? ”

"That's right! I know that Chuandeng Villa knows the most about the history of the rivers and lakes and strange people, so I ......" Song Yu came back to his senses and said with a smile.