Mo Ye saw that Qu Xia's hand stretched into his arms and pulled it out again and again, and the doubts on his face were even heavier, so he asked, "Grandpa, what's wrong?" ”

Qu Xia took his hand out of his arms, spread his palm towards Mo Ye, and said helplessly: "I forgot to take the silk thread that I prepared to string wrist beads yesterday, and I was all troubled by you." ”

Mo Ye pouted and said: "Grandpa, you are wronging me by saying this, I was playing tricks this morning, but I didn't pester you!" ”

When she saw Qu Xia turn around and go back, she hurriedly pulled the hem of his sleeve and said, "Grandpa, you just wait here, I'll go back, it will be faster." ”

This time, it was Qu Xia's turn to shake his eyebrows and reluctantly said: "Girl, do you think I'm old and useless?" ”

Mo Ye was stunned, looking at Qu Xia's turned face, she silently wiped her sweat in her heart, and her face was full of innocent smiles: "Don't say that!" Just now I was so anxious that I was about to lose my words. Grandpa is the power of the family, and he has taken over the family, and the girl has always been ashamed of being idle every day. Now I finally have the opportunity to run for you to honor you, I can't help but give me a chance! ”

Qu Xia was satisfied, raised his head slightly and said, "Okay, give you a chance, go and come back quickly." ”

"Hmm!" Mo Ye silently wiped his sweat in his heart again, ran back, and said secretly: Grandpa Qu is more serious, it's really a little difficult to deal with!

As soon as he trotted, Mo Ye could already see the door of his yard more than ten feet away. The second time she saw the courtyard gate, she noticed a tuft of silk thread lying on the street not far from the courtyard gate.

When she ran closer, she would soon be able to determine that the four clusters of crimson silk threads were the same ones that Qu Xia had taken to measure her wrists last night. The four lines are one of their own, one each for Quxia, Linshan and Shiyi.

"It turned out that I fell to the ground halfway."

Mo Ye picked up the silk thread on the ground and held it in the palm of his hand and pulled it with his fingers, making sure it was correct again. Just as she was about to turn around and Qu Xia, who was waiting for her, she subconsciously glanced at the gate of her courtyard again, and then noticed a middle-aged man in a brocade shirt with a slightly chubby body standing at the gate of the courtyard.

Mo Ye hesitated for a moment and then walked over, when she approached the middle-aged man in brocade clothes, the man was facing the courtyard door with his back to her, as if he was hesitating about something, and she asked gently, "This uncle, may I ask you what's the matter?" ”

The middle-aged man in brocade clothes trembled slightly, as if he was frightened by Mo Ye's sudden voice. He turned around, and Mo Ye saw a somewhat blessed face. The skin is rough and the eye bubbles are slightly swollen. After glancing at Mo Ye twice, he said kindly: "I don't know if this young man is a person in this house?" I am the treasurer of Kira Buzhuang. I came to deliver Mr. Lin's custom-made clothes. ”

Mo Ye noticed that the shopkeeper of the cloth village was indeed holding a cloth bag in his hand, and there was a booklet on it.

She smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Shopkeeper works hard for the accounts every day, just a customized piece of clothing, how dare you send it in person?" Xiaosheng is a distant relative of the owner of this house. I have been living here for a few days, and if the shopkeeper doesn't mind, he can hand over the clothes to Xiaosheng for delivery. ”

"I see." The shopkeeper of the cloth village arched his hand with a smile, and then said: "It's not that I don't believe in the little boy, it's just that the business rules of my store are like this, and the signatory must be a signatory." ”

As he spoke, he opened the booklet on the cloth bag to Mo Ye.

Mo Ye lowered his eyebrows and glanced at it. The word 'wood' is written in the column of the custom-made person. This is the pseudonym that Master used for a few years when he was in the academy, and the handwriting was also correct, but when she noticed the time, she frowned again.

The shopkeeper of the cloth village is a businessman. His observation skills had honed a keen and delicate nature, and he quickly noticed a slight change in Mo Ye's expression, and immediately explained: "The number of tourists coming to Kyoto has increased a lot more than usual these days, so Buzhuang is really a little busy. However, the date was delayed for a few days, delaying Mr. Mu's need to buy clothes. This is always a mistake on the part of my cloth village, so I specially sent it in person. At the same time, I apologized to him. ”

"Mr. Shopkeeper is so polite." After understanding the process of the matter, Mo Ye also waved his hand at the shopkeeper, and then asked: "Xiaosheng originally asked a friend to go to the suburbs, but unexpectedly something fell and came back to pick it up, I saw you wandering at the door just now, why don't you go in?" ”

"That's right, I just knocked on the door and waited for a while, but I didn't see a door to open the door, and I was hesitating to come back tomorrow." The shopkeeper of Buzhuang replied slowly, and after a pause, he asked, "Is Mr. Mu not at home today?" If so, go first. I have a fate to meet the little boy today, can you please tell me when I am suitable to come tomorrow? ”

"No......" Mo Ye hesitated, "He was still there when I left just now, didn't Mo really leave again so soon?" ”

Mo Ye muttered, walked up the steps of the courtyard gate, and buckled the door knocker.

After waiting for a while, the courtyard door opened from the inside with a "creak". After Mo Ye saw the person who opened the door, he was afraid that he would reveal his stuffing as soon as he opened it, so he hurriedly took a step forward and said, "There is a guest." ”

The doorman standing in the courtyard glanced outside, although he didn't know the middle-aged man in brocade clothes standing outside, he immediately understood, and asked in harmony: "The little young master is back, this is ......"

Externally, Mo Ye has always been temporarily decorating men's clothing.

"This is the shopkeeper of the cloth village, he personally sent the clothes ordered by Mr., I came back to get something, and I happened to meet it, so I led the way." Mo Ye said that, he spread his right hand sideways, and greeted the Jinfu man who was standing two steps behind him. The shopkeeper of the cloth village and the doorman made eye contact, and immediately bowed their hands.

After the two sides briefly met, Mo Ye asked, "Is Mr. gone?" ”

The doorman shook his head and said, "I've been reading in the study." After he finished speaking, he glanced at the boss of the cloth village a few times, and said, "The shopkeeper, please come with me." ”

"Thank you for your help just now." The shopkeeper of the cloth village first thanked Mo Ye, and then smiled and said to the doorman: "It's hard work." ”

Seeing the doorman walk into the door of the main house with the shopkeeper of the cloth village, Mo Ye also turned around to leave. At this moment, the corner of her eyes noticed a water hyacinth on a wooden shelf next to the well in the corner of the front yard, and a thought arose in her heart, ready to take it with her hand to quench her thirst on the road.

……

The doorman took the shopkeeper of the cloth village to the door of Lin Shan's study.

The door of the study was not closed, but the doorman still stretched out his finger and knocked lightly on the open door, and Lin Shan, who was buried in the sea of books, raised his head and looked at the door.

The shopkeeper of the cloth village immediately introduced himself, Lin Shan put down the book when he heard this, and said with a smile as he approached: "How can you bother the shopkeeper to deliver it in person?" ”

"I'm sorry for being late for a few days......" The boss of the cloth village repeated what he had just said to Mo Ye, and at the same time unfolded the booklet that recorded the order again, and laughed in harmony: "Mr. Trouble, leave a name here to sign for it." Although I am the shopkeeper of the cloth village, but the rules of the cloth village still have to be done, although there is some trouble, but the businessman can not be sloppy in the credibility of the matter, and please bear with me. ”

"Where." Lin Shan, who was about to approach, returned to the table and took a pen, dipped it in some ink, and then walked to the shopkeeper and wrote his name in the account book.

After watching Lin Shan write the word 'Muwen', the shopkeeper of Buzhuang raised the account book in his hand slightly, and said apologetically: "Take the liberty of borrowing Mr.'s desk, there is still a need for an inspection process below, and this delivery errand will be completed." ”

"Please." Lin Shan walked back to the table and put down the pen.

The shopkeeper of the cloth village spread out the account book on the desk, then put down the cloth bag, unbuckled the buckle, picked up the neatly folded clothes on it and shook it in front of Lin Shan, and said in a harmonious voice: "Mr. Mu, please take a look, is there any problem with missing needles and size?" ”

"Well, the craftsmanship of your shop's garsmith is horizontal and vertical, dense and neat, and the kung fu is exquisite......" Lin Shan stretched out his hand and flicked one sleeve, "...... Is this the child's one? It feels like the size is a lot bigger. ”

"Huh? Let me see. After the shopkeeper finished speaking, the two hands that had been holding up the clothes loosened one and went to pick the sleeve on the other side.

But......

His left hand, which should have pinched the hem of the sleeve, suddenly pointed like a blade, passed through the clothes that hung together, and stabbed into the chest of Lin Shan, who was standing opposite him, with a thunderbolt that broke through the air.

Lin Shan's calm eyes suddenly sharpened, and his right hand, which had brushed his sleeves before, quickly flipped up and stretched out his palm in front of his chest. When the palm of his hand collided with the finger stabbed by the shopkeeper of the cloth village, he suddenly felt that his entire right arm was shaken numb.

The sharp fingers of the shopkeeper of the cloth village made Lin Shan's eyes stagnate.

The other party did not carry a sharp weapon, such a deep hard kung fu was only pulled by two fingers, in addition to his very confidence in his kung fu, there is also a point that the killing intent carried between his pair of flesh fingers is more ruthless than that of the weapon.

-- Sneak attacks seem to be the usual method to kill an opponent who is still unclear, and among the two key factors that affect the success rate of sneak attacks, hiding strength is the best job that must be done before sneak attacks.

The disguise of the shopkeeper of the cloth village is almost perfect, to be exact, it should have been premeditated.

His figure is slightly blessed, and his eye bubbles are slightly swollen, isn't it like a shopkeeper who sits on a chair all year round, staring at the account books and abacus for too long to clean up the daily storefront accounts? As for how this martial arts is practiced...... Superb finger kung fu does not necessarily have to grind out a tendon muscle, the lower plate is stable, and the internal strength is the key.

After Lin Shan's right palm collided with the first thorn of the fingers of the left hand of the shopkeeper of Buzhuang, he immediately turned his palm into a grasp, and clasped his fingers like iron tongs. Between the force, the fingers of the shopkeeper of the cloth village made a "Gege" bone writhing sound, and it seemed that it would be broken by Lin Shan's wrist at any time. But the two of them clashed their palms and confronted each other, and there was no sound of broken bones for a long time, and the hard work of the shopkeeper of the cloth village should not be underestimated.

In addition to this reason, there is also the transfer of the second move of the two to each other's other hand.

The first stab of the shopkeeper of Nabu Zhuang failed, which seemed to be what he expected, and the fierceness in his eyes did not decrease at all, followed by his right hand and fingers as the edge, and stabbed again.