On Yuanwu Street, Mu Qizhang was cautiously following behind a woman. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Although the woman stopped and walked, went to the rouge shop for a while, and went to the tea shop to sit for a while, her expression was clearly that she had found Mu Qizhang behind her, but it was difficult to get out for a while, and she made many movements to confuse Mu Qizhang.

"Hey, how did you do it, this dirty water is all splashed on my skirt." On the street, a woman is arguing with another woman holding a wooden basin.

"It's just a little bit of water, are you there?" The man in the tub shouted.

"Can you afford this dress?" That side is not to be outdone.

"I can't afford it, and I don't deserve it, little."

"Hey, who are you scolding?"

.......

The street was instantly chaotic, and a cart and horse were hauling goods in the distance, which was already driving fast, but after being blocked all of a sudden, all the goods on the cart were dumped. The people on the horses came down to find someone to theorize, but the ones over there still haven't figured out whether to pay or not. As a result, the streets are even more blocked.

The woman Mu Qizhang was following had been quietly observing the situation on the street, always looking for an opportunity to get rid of Mu Qizhang. Seeing that the opportunity had come, he stood up without thinking, got up and walked out into the street without paying.

Mu Qizhang saw that the woman was gone, and got up to follow, but was stopped by the teahouse Xiaoer, who paid the money and made way out.

Originally, the street was crowded, and even though the woman came out, it was difficult to get out for a while. In addition, when the teahouse Xiaoer came out to ask for money, it was even more difficult to get out. Mu Qizhang followed out in a panic, and when he saw that the woman was blocked in the middle, he was relieved. As soon as I was stunned, I saw that after the woman said a few words to Xiao Er, she disappeared. When he was about to chase after him, Xiao Er stepped forward and stretched out his hand to ask for money. Helpless, he tossed for a long time, and by the time Mu Qizhang squeezed out of the crowd, the woman had already disappeared.

In Siyi Building, Shen Zeyang was in the room, interpreting the swordsmanship with a chopstick.

"Brother Xue, can you do it, it's been so long?" Ling Jue was on the side, holding his chin with his hand, urging impatiently.

It turned out that he got this book from an old man, and it was said to be Tiance Swordsmanship. It's just that Ling Jue is difficult to decipher, so he came to Shen Zema, but who knew that it had been a day, and he hadn't read anything.

"Lingjue, don't worry, the young master will definitely solve it." Jueshu said on the side, but from time to time he stretched his head over to look at the book in Shen Zejun's hand. Although he is not highly accomplished in kung fu, he is also very interested in these unique skills.

"Lingjue, where did you get this book?" Jueshu saw that Shen Zejun couldn't figure out anything for a while, so he chatted with Ling Jue.

"When I went with Master to visit an old friend of his in Qingsheng Mountain on the outskirts of the city that day, the old gentleman sent it and said that it depends on my attainments whether I can solve it."

"You're so lucky, why didn't you show it to your master?"

"He said that since someone else explained it to me, I shouldn't have given anyone else help me."

"Then you can also use it to explain it to the young master."

"I can't help it, I've been solving it at home for four or five days, and I can't solve anything other than the few actions I showed you just now."

"Anyway, you're lucky, like me?" Jueshu said and sighed several times in a row.

"It's good for you, Brother Youzhi called you the Thirteen-String Sword."

"He didn't fish for two days and dry nets for three days, where did he teach me seriously." only heard a bang, Shen Zeshu turned his head and looked at Jueshu's head, Jueshu touched his head and screamed that it hurt, and his eyes and nose were almost pulled together.

"This book is for you." Shen Zezhen threw the book to Ling Jue.

"Solved?"

"What kind of mastery is this, it's just some three-legged cat kung fu, and you don't have to learn it." Shen Zezhen drank tea leisurely, with a disdainful look on his face.

But the gentleman said...... "Ling Jue picked up the book suspiciously, and flipped it from beginning to end." The small mouth pursed out, looking incredulous.

"What's but, it's nothing, that gentleman is probably not a person who understands martial arts, so I thought this was a masterpiece." Shen Zezhen said.

"What then?" Ling Jue asked.

"What to do, throw away the book, I handed you over the other hand and haven't learned it, what are you still thinking about, and you, Jueshu, how many times have I taught you that set of swordsmanship, you still only have some fur to turn it over."

Jueshu playfully stuck out his tongue on the side, and when he saw Ling Jue's disappointed look, he dragged him up and went to Jifang Garden to practice. Ling Jue looked unhappy, and there was nothing he could do, so he threw the book on the table, picked up the sword and went with him.

"Brother Qizhang." The voices of two people were heard outside the door.

After a while, Mu Qizhang pushed the door in, sweating profusely and standing in front of Shen Zemao with a nervous expression.

As soon as Shen Zewei saw his appearance, he had already guessed eight or nine points in his heart.

"But you lost it?"

"Yes, please punish the young master."

"Punish what? If you lose it, you lose it. Shen Zezhen's face was full of indifference, and Mu Qizhang also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then what should we do next, young master?"

"I don't know." Shen Zezhen seemed to be thinking about something, but after a while, he turned into a cynical appearance, which made Mu Qizhang unable to guess his thoughts.

"What does the young master mean?"

"Sit down, have a cup of tea, and talk slowly." Shen Zejun's sudden smile called Mu Qizhang even more confusing the second monk.

"That woman knows martial arts?" Shen Zezhen poured a cup of freshly brewed tea for Mu Qizhang and handed it to him.

"It doesn't seem to be, if she will, she can use light skills to go directly when she is on the outskirts of the city, but she takes a detour to Yuanwu Street, she shouldn't be, but she is very vigilant."

"You're so close, everyone wants crystals."

"Young master, you told me to follow." Mu Qizhang looked aggrieved.

"Okay, okay, my fault, then do you have anything else to gain besides losing her?"

"Yes, young master, those letters should have been delivered by this woman, and the letters here must have come from her."

"Well, that's good," Shen Zezhen nodded, and continued, "Qizhang, do you think that woman is familiar?" ”

"I haven't seen her except for seeing her wandering outside the Wenxiang Hall."

"That means she didn't have a chance to contact Fuyiro at all."

"Yes."

"Then why is the handwriting on those letters exactly the same as Fuyi's?"

"The young master is talking about ......"

"Yes, I suspect that there is a ghost in Wenxiangtang."

Suddenly, there was a knock outside the door, and Mu Qizhang stood up reflexively, the sword in his hand was already unsheathed. Shen Zezhen shook his head at him.

"Who?" Shen Zezhen asked.

"It's me, Pei Yu of Caiwen Pavilion." A weak woman's voice came from outside the door.

Shen Zezhen stepped forward and patted Mu Qizhang on the shoulder, motioning for him to sit down. Then he stepped forward and opened the door.

"Peiyu, it's you."

"Yes, Qizhang is also here." Pei Yu said.

Mu Qizhang looked at her and smiled, and Pei Yu also nodded.

"But what's the matter?" Shen Zezhen asked directly.

"Oh, I made some snacks today and wanted to give you a taste." Pei Yu smiled, but there was always an uncomfortable expression on his face from time to time.

"Oh, that's a thank you." Shen Zemao took the basket in Pei Yu's hand and pinched her hand by the way, Pei Yu immediately withdrew his hand, his eyes were full of shame and disgust.

"What's wrong?" Shen Zezhen asked as if nothing had happened.

Pei Yu just shook his head, didn't come in, chatted for two or three words and ran away.

"The master of Peiyu Pavilion is not the same as before when he is sick." Mu Qizhang said.

"What's the difference."

"She seems to want to get in touch with you, young master."

"But it's not sincere."

"Huh?"

"She didn't really want to come and contact me, but I still can't figure out what it was for," Shen Zezhen said after closing the door of the room, "Qizhang, you find someone to see what Pei Yu is doing every day and who he is in contact with." ”

"Yes."

Shen Zezhen looked at the book on the table, as if he remembered something, and pushed the book in front of Mu Qizhang. Mu Qizhang was puzzled at first, and then opened the book, but after turning more than ten pages, he looked at Shen Zezhen in surprise.

"This seems to be the same Jisang swordsmanship used by Yun Niang, but it is a little different." Mu Qizhang said.

"But this swordsmanship is much more clever than my mother's, both offensive and defensive, it is more powerful."

"Yes, where did the young master's swordsmanship come from?"

"Lingjue brought it."

"Lingjue?"

"He's from a gentleman, and I'd like to visit him."