- Eijutsu is now thinking about what kind of substance is that bundle of silver threads? As a member of the fourth group, he is also an old man with some qualifications. Although he was active in Beiyan in the early years, and he didn't know enough about the affairs of the four groups in Beijing, he still knew some big secrets.

He suspected that the thing in Wu Shu's hand was the artifact that had been rumored to be in the world more than ten years ago.

It is said that this thing can be stretched and retracted, and with this thing, even hundreds of feet high city walls can be climbed. In addition, the long-distance throwing power of this thing is also quite terrifying, even if it is tens of meters away, it is not difficult to take a person's life with a penetrating wound.

The size of this thing is very small, even a little smaller than a water chestnut concealer. This thing is boxy, with four openings in four directions, each with its own capabilities.

It is rumored that there is only one thing in the world, and that the only one has been permanently damaged due to overuse, which means that the power of this artifact is also limited and will be depleted.

But the four core members of the group all know that there are actually two of them.

One of them had indeed lost its usefulness, and was now in the dark room of the Lord's Palace, where it had been opened as a specimen, waiting to be copied by the Master Forger.

As for the whereabouts of the other small box, the theory is somewhat vague, and the most reliable theory is that it may be in the hands of two people, one is the emperor and the other is the ruler. But no matter which of the two is the most accurate, it won't be in Wu Shu's hands, right?

But on second thought, it's not impossible.

The emperor lived in the palace, originally lived in a simple house, there were many city towers outside, thousands of forest guards walking and patrolling inside, and there were several big internal masters around him who did not leave for a moment, whether there was that box, for his safety, it seemed to be nothing. When today's son fought from the northern Xinjiang, his martial arts were not weak.

As for the Archon. Although he is in the officialdom, whether it is the height of the temple or the distance of the rivers and lakes, he has already been given the title of Martial God. He reached the pinnacle of martial arts with his natural physique, and if he had faced those two masked killers just now, it could be said that he could smash a few iron knives with his bare hands without the gloves with that special black texture.

Whether he wants the box or not, for his personal safety, the importance of the matter is even more insignificant.

But even if this method of exclusion is used, no strong evidence can be obtained that this box is necessary to be obtained by Wu Shu.

Didn't Wang Chi always want to find out the secrets of the Beiyan military? This thing should be handed over to the four groups of subgroups stationed outside the North Goose. to make the most of it.

But it has remained in Kyoto...... This may illustrate. There is one in Jingzhong's opinion. Matters or people that are more important than the secrets of the Beiyan military need to borrow the special power of this thing to take care of them.

So what is this thing or person?

This thing or person seems to come from the huge mansion with the plaque of the Song Mansion. From the perspective of Rongshu. The structure of this house exceeds the needs of the private houses, and is close to the structure of the Commandery's House, and if you look at its internal framework, as long as you arrange the right personnel, this house is already equipped with self-defense fortifications.

Leaving the alleyway, Rongshu stepped into a more prosperous street market, where he was accustomed to thinking in a noisy environment.

And when he just thought about the Song Mansion, a place that is a private house on the outside and very mysterious on the inside, he suddenly smelled a strange smell, and saw a little beggar in ragged clothes suddenly approaching in front of him.

It's not that the person in front of me is dirty and smelly. It's just that because he has been doing spy affairs for so many years, Rong Shu has long had a sense of vigilance and consciousness that no one should approach, even if it is a person from his country standing in front of him, a hard-working child who is obviously preparing to beg. Rong Shu stopped in time the moment before he was about to wipe the edge of his shirt with the child, and took a step backwards at the same time. He had already examined the eyes and limbs of the little beggar in front of him as quickly as he could, and it was not difficult to find that this was a beggar who had come with something.

It's not very common.

When he met Rong Shu's gaze, the little beggar's eyes shrank obviously, but the hunger in his belly reminded him that if he obediently did what the person who had taken him away just now, not only would he not have to eat the rancid bread tonight, but he would probably be able to eat a fragrant meal of braised pork noodles.

Anyway, it's not a difficult task, it's easier to get started than stealing a knife of fat from the meat stall of the 13th shop in the East Market!

After swallowing a mouthful of saliva, the little beggar took out a broken bowl hidden under the tattered sleeve and stretched it out to the place where Rongshu's line of sight could see the bottom of the bowl vertically. Although he had plucked himself up in his heart, his outstretched hand was still a little trembling. While stretching out the broken bowl in his hand, he also said cowardly with the same slightly trembling voice: Your lord, you can do well, reward a penny, the little one has not gained anything for two days, and he is almost too hungry to stand up.

Rong Shu wanted to throw a penny out casually, a penny was really nothing to him, not to mention that he was still a child in front of him who was easy to attract pity. However, when his eyes fell on the bottom of the bowl and saw a few distorted strokes, like words and symbols, his face suddenly changed for a moment, and then he said in a cold voice: I listen to you quite neatly, not like you are so hungry that you can't stand up, I am most tired of deceiving beggars in my life, you get out!

A rolling word exited, and he seemed to wave his hand casually anxiously, but accurately shook the broken bowl in the little beggar's hand to the ground.

The little beggar's bowl was also an inferior porcelain bowl that others didn't want, and it was thrown over on the street paved with hard bluestone slabs, and it was suddenly shattered. Because the force of the impact was strong enough, even the coarse porcelain bowl made a relatively crisp sound, causing a few close passers-by in the lively street market to turn back frequently.

The little beggar watched as the guy he was eating was shattered, and the shadow of the sliced meat in his mind was shattered almost at the same time, and a sour feeling suddenly welled up in his heart, turning into two lines of tears bursting out of his eyes, and two white lines dripping on his dirty face. He sat on the ground and cried.

At the entrance of the shops that were closer, there were already a few people pointing and counting in this direction, and they seemed to be talking in a low voice.

Without having to listen closely, Rongshu could also guess what those people were talking about.

This little beggar didn't know that many years ago, the Rongshu who he just called a noble master was also a cheap life. At that time, he was begging in the streets at a weaker age than this little beggar, and the white eyes and spits of the hardships he had endured were piled up, and he had walked far more than one city under his feet. So although he lived a life where he had meat to eat, he couldn't grow in size anymore, and his physique only stayed in the position of a teenager.

Cheng Xu, who has had such an experience, of course deeply remembers that even at the top of the troubled times more than ten years ago, although passers-by were tired of beggars, they were not so annoyed that Cheng Dù threw bowls. This seems to be a latent norm that is naturally formed by a social mentality. But it is such a rootless rule, just like a farmer cherishes seeds, and a merchant cherishes silver, so that people naturally abide by it.

However, at this time, Cheng Xu silently firmly believed in his heart that he had to smash this little beggar's job.

Because of the strange words written at the bottom of his bowl, if he left the bowl, his life might not be saved. Or tonight when he begged for half a bowl of cold porridge to be eaten in this broken bowl, or when he returned to his shack and waited for the man who had instructed him to do so, his life would be gone.

He still has some patience for this little beggar, maybe he has escaped this mixed fortune today, and will have a better chance in the future.

As he threw up his sleeves and left there, he couldn't help but say one more thing: Go and find the man who taught you how to beg!

After this sentence, the little beggar suddenly remembered that if he couldn't get it here, he could go back to the person who ordered him to do it. While that person may be more ferocious, it may at least not be as mean and stingy as the person in front of him.

Wiping his tear-filled eyes, the little beggar found that the wicked man who had just dropped his job had disappeared like a ghost among the pedestrians. Thinking back to the short and thin figure of the wicked man, the little beggar snorted hatefully, and muttered in his heart: Look at that guy is a stingy guy!

Standing up slowly, the little beggar looked at the broken bowl that was broken into slag, and felt a little reluctant in his heart, but he had no ability to do anything to remedy it, so he could only leave with his mouth flat.

On the way back, full of reluctance but full of strength, the little beggar hoped that the man who had taught him to do this had not left, and that he would have time to rush back and successfully ask the man for something.

At this time, of course, he didn't have any extra thoughts, nor did he have enough vigilance to feel that the wicked man did not go far, and he did not know when he came back, and followed him all the time, to a corner of an alley.

In the densely populated areas of Kyoto, there are many narrow alleys like this formed by the proximity of the two courtyards, but the little beggar is confident that he is coming back from the wrong location, and he is familiar with every street corner of this place...... No, he could even pat his chest and say that he knew these corners better than the patrolling soldiers who walked through the streets. The swaggering soldiers used to walk only on the streets, and like him, they often used the corners of the walls to shelter from the wind as a place to rest at night.

But when he returned here, he was extremely sad to find that he seemed to be back a step too late.

The man was long gone, and where he had stood, there was not a single silver bounty left as he had expected.

Maybe the man went out with him just now, and then he saw the scene of the wicked man smashing the bowl, and he thought that he didn't do what he was told, which angered the wicked man, so he was also annoyed, and left without a reward-