Yan Murong didn't know what Hua Cuo was doing when he didn't participate in the TCM seminar and came to find him, but he didn't ask, he just responded to his request and took him to wander around Yanjing.

Hua said that if you don't go to the Great Wall, you are not a hero, and you don't eat roast duck, so Yan Murong first took him to climb the Great Wall, and then went to eat roast duck - of course, all the expenses were spent wrong to pay, and Yan Murong, a multimillionaire, only had a few hundred yuan in his pocket.

Then, Hua Cuo said that the big tiger who had not seen Yanjing Zoo was not considered to have come to Yanjing - although I don't know where to start with this, but the person who came was a guest, Yan Murong took Hua Cuo to Yanjing Zoo again, and this thing was fortunate to take out his mobile phone, and he had to take pictures with Yan Murong shoulder to shoulder.

In the end, when the two of them ate an authentic snack on the snack street, Hua Cuo rubbed his stomach and said, the Great Wall has climbed, the roast duck has been eaten, the tiger has seen it, go to the bar.

Looking at Hua Cuo's excited face, Yan Murong once doubted how long this guy had been locked up before he was released, and he was about to go crazy.

Because it was still early, it was only eight o'clock in the evening, and the bar had not warmed up at this time, only a few people were drinking wine, listening to a male singer on the stage who had been floating in Yanjing for a long time, singing the song of the death and life of love, which made people want to die when they listened to it.

"Do you have private rooms?" Hua asked as she looked at the waiter who greeted her.

"Yes, sir." The waiter said. "But I suggest that the two of you sit in the hall, you can drink and watch the show, it won't be long before there are more people, and it will be lively, if there are more suspects, you can sit in the card room over there, and you can also watch the show."

"Where are you sitting?" Hua Cuo looked at Yan Murong and asked.

"Just sit down in the hall." Yan Murong nodded and said.

He also knew that the reason why the waiters proposed to sit in the hall was to let them watch the show, and there were many bars nowadays, and the competition was fierce - because of the fierce competition, all bars no longer had a minimum consumption limit, but they couldn't make much money from drinks alone, so the most profitable thing was the garland ribbon for the performers on stage.

A garland is worth thousands, and if it is large, there are tens of thousands.

Therefore, the waiter strongly recommended that the guests sit in the hall, and maybe a nouveau riche will pop up and spend tens of thousands of yuan to buy a wreath with a cost of dozens of yuan to give to the performers.

"Okay." The waiter led the two to a booth and asked with a smile. "What do you two drink?"

"Beer bar, let's start with a dozen." Hua said wrongly.

"Okay, please wait." The waiter turned to leave, and after a while, he came back with a dozen beers, and opened them for each of them before turning to leave.

"Come, Brother Yan, I'll toast you." Hua Cuo picked up the wine bottle, looked at Yan Murong and said. "The old man in the family is very strict, and I haven't had such a good time for a long time."

Yan Murong didn't shirk either, picked up the wine bottle and touched it lightly, and took a sip before speaking. "Don't thank me, although I haven't been in Yanjing all these years, how can I say that I am also a landlord - you are a guest, I am a landlord, I should take you to play, besides, the money is also paid by you - oh, by the way, you have spent a lot of money anyway, you also invited this wine."

"Haha, no problem." Hua Tso touched the pigtail on the back of his head and said with a laugh. "I like to associate with people like Brother Yan, it's fun enough, unlike Zheng Wuming and Li Yunxi - one is hypocritical and has to make several turns when he says anything, and the other is like a mute, very boring - and as far as I know, those two guys seem to be beating your idea."

"I'm not a woman, what do you want to do with me?" Yan Murong smiled disappreciatively.

"Haha, just be careful with the two of them anyway." Hua took a sip of beer and said with a smile.

"Oh? Shouldn't I be careful with you, too? Yan Murong looked at Hua Cuo with a smile on his face.

"Huh?" Hua was stunned for a moment, but then smiled bitterly. "You can see it."

Yan Murong didn't speak, still smiling, just looking at Hua Cuo, waiting for him to continue.

"Okay." Hua Tso shrugged his shoulders and said. "I did hit your mind - but don't worry, I'm not interested in men, and besides, I'm not like them."

"What's the difference?" Yan Murong narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Hua Cuo. "The old man said that whoever wants my life, let me take his life first."

"Don't, Brother Yan, don't scare me." Hua staggered and waved his hand. "I know Brother Yan, your skills - that hypocrite's bodyguard is not your opponent, and I, a scholar, are not your opponent - but there are some things I need to talk to you about."

Here it is—Yan Murong thought to himself.

"What do you want to talk to me about?" Yan Murong asked.

"Let's talk—" As he spoke, Hua Cuo stood up, looked around the card room, and after making sure that there was no one nearby, he came to Yan Murong's side and whispered. "Tell you about the "Green Capsule Sutra" in your hand."

Yan Murong's pupils shrank suddenly, and at the same time, a slender silver needle that shone with a silver glow in the dim light of the bar appeared in his hand.

Yan Murong held the silver needle between his two fingers, pressed it against the back of Hua Cuo's neck, and spoke. "I don't know how you know, but, for the sake of the rest of the day, you're paying me to eat, drink, and have fun, and I'm not going to kill you now—I guess you know what kind of acupuncture points are here, right? So, give me a reason not to kill you. ”

"I know." Feeling the coldness on the dumb door on the back of his neck, Hua Cuo smiled bitterly. "Brother Yan, if you have something to say, why bother fighting, killing and killing."

"Then you can say it quickly." Yan Murong said in a deep voice. "Don't learn from Zheng Wuming, that hypocrite speaks with a crook."

"Okay, I say." Hua Wrong smiled bitterly. "I know that you have the "Green Capsule Sutra", and I also know that you are Miao Lao's apprentice - these are all told to me by my grandfather, and my grandfather also participated in what happened thirty years ago, but he can't save Miao Lao."

"Can I trust you?" Yan Murong's silver needle was a little closer, and he asked in a cold tone.

"I don't know, it's really hard to trust this thing." Hua Cuo shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly. "There are some things I can help you with, though."

"How can you help me?"

"Help you find the second half of the Green Capsule Sutra." Hua Cuo looked at Yan Murong and laughed.

ps: Damn, the computer crashed halfway through the code, and I wanted to die depressed......