You...... What are you doing? Yang Muyun felt a chill in his heart, how the other party's martial arts were, he had seen it last night. Even if he is armed with a sword, he is not his opponent, let alone now with his bare hands...... I secretly regret it in my heart, he has never had the habit of carrying a blade with him, he didn't feel anything before, but now, he really regrets it! With his hands behind his back, he felt a few hard pieces from his pockets, "It's a copper plate!" Yang Muyun perked up and secretly held the copper plate in the palm of his hand.

"Choking" The black-clothed stranger's knife was pulled out, and at this time, Yang Muyun's body jumped up like a rabbit falling from a falcon, and his ten fingers flicked continuously, and the yellow light flew like a meteor, flying towards the black-clothed stranger's eyebrows, throat, heart, and other key points. At the same time, Yang Muyun did not hesitate, turned around and jumped to a roof next to him.

With a "bang", Yang Muyun's toes just touched the tiles of the roof, his body was not yet stable, and his eyes were dark, and a black figure stood in front of him.

"This is your copper plate, pay it back to you." The strange man in black looked at him coldly, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, several copper plates rolled down from his palms on the roof tiles.

Yang Muyun's heart tightened, and he didn't answer, and a punch hit the black-clothed stranger head-on, the movement was sharp and fast, and before the punch arrived, the black-clothed stranger's hair had been stirred.

"It's good to come!" The eyes of the black-clothed strange man Sen Han flashed with a different color, the scabbard was flipped over, and a "snap" sounded in the crook of Yang Muyun's arm.

Yang Muyun's arm was numb, and he was sore and weak, and his fist could no longer be handed over, so he hurriedly covered his arm and took a few steps back.

"Good kung fu," the black-clothed strange man's cold tone softened a little, "Who is your master?" ”

Yang Muyun shook his head and didn't speak, just stared at him tightly.

"You...... Is it his disciple? The strange man in black hesitated for a moment.

"I don't know my master's name," Yang Muyun said word for word, "and he never told me." ”

Hearing this, the strange man in black didn't feel strange, but sighed softly: "He's still so careful," the words changed, "What about the little daughter-in-law next to you?" ”

"She's not my daughter-in-law," Yang Muyun said, "I just escorted her here, and then I broke up with her." ”

The black-clothed strange man stared at him for a while, slowly turned around with the hilt of the knife in his hand, and with a slight movement of his body, he suddenly floated out more than ten zhang away, and disappeared into Yang Muyun's vision in the blink of an eye.

Yang Muyun breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly wondered in his heart, "What is he missing, so anxious to find it?" Since he turned back to look for me, it means that he caught up with the meat ball, and did not find the lost thing on him, then ......" He stroked his chin and thought: "That thing has no long legs, it will not be lost for no reason, there were only a few people in the lobby at that time, Yuan Qi'er was with me, it was impossible to start, could it be ......" his eyes lit up, "It's him, it must be the kid who stole my waist card, when he fought with that meat ball, the lobby was full of smoke, That kid must have taken advantage of that time......" He suddenly remembered that when the strange man in black chased him out, the skinny boy and his companion mysteriously disappeared. And when Fang was at the city gate, the two of them appeared in a hurry, they must be in a hurry to get out of the city, which means that what the stranger in black lost must be on them.

He jumped from the roof. Turning the corner of the street and looking forward, where are the figures of the two people, "Now that the city gate is closed, they can't leave the city for a while, they must still be in the city......" His eyes looked around, the sea of people is vast, how to find it? This Huairou county town is not big, but it is not small, and it is not much easier for him to find these two people than to find a needle from a haystack. He walked down the street and began to search aimlessly for the two men.

"Childe, I see that your Yintang is black, it must be possessed by a fierce god......" When Yang Muyun was in a hurry to find people everywhere, a person wearing a corrugated hat and a gray cloth robe stood in front of him, only to see him with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks, a pair of mouse eyes shining, holding a gossip flag in one hand and a feng shui turntable in the other, looking at himself and shaking his head.

Yang Muyun was most disgusted with these warlocks, and he talked about the metaphysics in his mouth and deceived those foolish women of their money.

"Get out of the way," he whispered.

"The pearl is out of the dust, and the tongue and official affairs dissipate. Lost pedestrians are common, and there is no disaster when the transaction is successful. The man twisted the sparse beard under his chin and whispered

sighed: "Humane loyalty is often contrary to the ear, and the blood is coming and you don't know it!" He shook his head and turned away.

Yang Muyun's heart moved, and he said that this fortune teller was a little interesting.

"This gentleman, please stay!" He opened his mouth and stopped the man.

"Childe has lost something, or is he looking for someone?" The fortune teller stopped and turned around, his thin face shrugging slightly.

"Sir, have you ever seen two people, one thin and one strong, passing by here?" Yang Muyun gestured with both hands and asked him.

"Childe is looking for these two people to be small, and you are in imminent trouble without knowing it?" The fortune teller digressed the subject.

"This blind man is talking to God again." Yang Muyun frowned, and raised his steps a little impatiently.

"Don't believe it," the fortune teller said with a mysterious face: "As the saying goes, disasters come from the sky, and whether they are dissolved or not is open from the heart, if what I say is not right, Childe will smash my signboard ......"

Yang Muyun "brushed" and took out the silk paper full of mysterious words from the hands of the dead man, "Do you recognize the words on it?" If you don't know a word, it's better to get out of the way quickly, otherwise I'll really smash your signboard. ”

Who knew that the fortune teller opened his eyes wide, looked at the words on the paper with a surprised expression, and couldn't help but look Yang Muyun up and down, "Where did this paper boy come from?" ”

"Why do you ask so much?" Yang Muyun said impatiently: "You don't know the words on it, if you don't know it, let it go and don't talk in front of me." ”

"What if I say I know?" The fortune teller asked with a smile on his face.

Yang Muyun was stunned, looking at his confident appearance, and couldn't help muttering in his heart, "Could it be that he really knows the words above?" Originally, he just flashed on casually, asking the fortune teller to retreat, but who knew that this person hit the snake with the stick, but pretended to be unfathomable. A little suspicious, he said, "Didn't you coax me?" ”

"Childe is bad," the fortune teller couldn't help but be a little angry when he heard it, "I tell fortunes for people to eliminate disasters, how can I coax people to say it, Childe doesn't believe it." With that, he flicked the sleeves of his robe and turned to leave.

"If the gentleman really knows, I will not hesitate to reward him." Yang Muyun stopped him again.

"Well," the fortune teller turned around and smiled leisurely, looking around, "It's just that this is not a convenient place to talk, so Childe might as well find a quiet place and let me give you one of them." ”

"Then sir, please come with me." Yang Muyun hesitated, raised his head and said.

......

Yang Muyun is not familiar with Huairou County, but this fortune teller led him to a very grand hotel, with three big characters written on the signboard in gold on a black background, and there are many customers coming in and out, which seems to be one of the most famous banquets and drinks in the county.

"This old boy really treats me as a mallet, and wants to slaughter me here," Yang Muyun glanced at him, "Okay, I still have this little wine money, if you can't say one, two, or three words on the silk paper, see if I don't beat you all over the ground looking for teeth." "I didn't show my timidity at the moment and walked into the hotel with my head held high.

The shopkeeper brought the two into a private room, which was much quieter than the outer hall, and after taking a seat, the shopkeeper quickly brought tea and asked with a smile, "What do you want to eat?" Eight treasures of wild duck, lotus leaf chicken, fried roe deer meat with green onions, shredded rabbit with chrysanthemum, fried beef fillet with hibiscus...... There are also slices of suckling pig, simmered deer tendon in a casserole, the most guests who come to us are the most ordered are these dishes, the color and flavor are complete, the two of them came here, they should try it! "The guy in this restaurant is very eloquent, and the dishes are like a treasure.

The fortune teller nodded, smiled without saying a word, and looked at Yang Muyun.

Yang Muyun frowned slightly, he was not afraid that he would not be able to order these dishes, but he was originally from Jiangnan, and he ate fish, shrimp, crabs, clams and other aquatic products in his life. So he said to the name teller: "Sir, just order, you don't have to be polite." ”

The fortune teller smiled, ordered seven or eight dishes according to the menu that the shop guy said, and finally said, "Is this wine?" Two pots of 20-year-old autumn dew are sufficient. ”

"Okay, please wait!" The shop guy went happily, it seems that this meal is worth a lot of money, and he will definitely make a good profit.

"In just a county town, there are these high-grade delicacies and wines.

Yang Muyun glanced at the fortune teller and said with a smile.

"Childe doesn't know, our Huairou County is an important place in Gyeonggi, and many merchants from the south to the north pass through it, so although it is a county seat, the degree of prosperity is better than that of the general state capital." The fortune teller said proudly.

"This dish is also ordered, and the wine is also needed, sir, should I tell me what is written on the silk paper?" Yang Muyun unfolded the silk paper and spread it flat on the table.

"Don't be in a hurry," the fortune teller waved his hand and smiled: "When I am full of wine and food, I will slowly explain it to my son in detail." ”

"Sir, isn't it a pastime for me?" Yang Muyun said hesitantly.

"Is Childe questioning the old man's knowledge?" The fortune teller patted the table and said: "To tell you the truth, few people in the world know the words on it, and if the son can meet the old man, it can be regarded as asking, in short, what the old man can tell you is worthy of this wine money......"

"If this kind of writing can be written on it, why don't many people in the world know about it?" Yang Muyun asked.

"The reason for this is not difficult to understand," the fortune teller said slowly, taking a sip of tea, "because the country that writes this kind of writing is dead." ”

"Dead, is it an ancient text?"

"It's not ancient," the fortune teller calculated, "and to this day, it's only been 200 years." ”

"More than 200 years ago, a country used a script," Yang Muyun couldn't help but be interested, "which country uses this kind of script, which looks like Chinese characters, but has many strokes." ”

"Childe seems to be a scholar, and the subset of scriptures and histories should be involved," the fortune teller glanced at him and said, "You might as well think to the west." ”

"West, more than 200 years ago?" Yang Muyun thought for a moment, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "Could it be ...... Western Xia? ”

"Childe is really smart," the fortune teller praised: "Reading books is different, a little bit is thorough." ”

"But at that time, the countries were standing side by side, how could you see that this was the Western Xia script?" Yang Muyun stared at him and asked.

"What Gongzi said is true," the fortune teller said leisurely: "It is true that all countries are juxtaposed, and there are not many countries that can use square characters similar to Chinese characters, and this Western Xia is one," he said, brushing his beard, "At that time, my ancestor was a stonemason in the Great Yuan court, and carved inscriptions for officials, Mongolian, Uighur, and Tangut...... All of them are involved, so the old man knows this Western Xia language. ”

"Oh?" Yang Muyun looked at the fortune teller again, "Did people often carve and transcribe this Western Xia script in the former Yuan court?" ”

"This boy doesn't know, does he?" The fortune teller smiled proudly, "Da Yuan...... cough, the former Yuan court divided the people of the world into four classes, the first class is the Mongols, the second class is the Semu people, which includes the Tangut people, although the Xixia died in the country, but in the former Yuan court was quite favorable, so the Tangut literature was popular in the former Yuan court for a long time......"

As the two talked, the end of the dishes and wine stairs came up, and Yang Muyun personally filled the fortune teller's wine cup with wine, "Mr. has such knowledge, it's really impressive, come, this son respects Mr. with a glass!" ”

"Hmm......" A glass of wine fell into his stomach, and the fortune teller's face flushed slightly, but the conversation was not reduced, "Don't hide it from the son, my family is full of manuscripts of various characters, and the old man has been interested in these books since he was a child, especially this Xixia ......" "Goo" drank a cup of wine dry, "so I am familiar with the words on this silk paper." ”

"Then I don't believe it," Yang Muyun deliberately pouted and said, "Mr. has seen a lot since he was a child, but he doesn't necessarily know ......."

"Who said that," the fortune teller's eyes widened, "bring the piece of silk paper, and the old man will point it out to you one by one......

Yang Muyun hurriedly spread the silk paper in front of him.

"Well," the fortune teller nodded, opened his slightly drunken eyes, and stretched out a thin and slender finger to point on it, "This is a letter from people, saying that they want to rob a very important thing in Qingshanyu, and it says that the person who escorts the thing is strong in martial arts, and must be careful to do ......it" said as he tapped his knuckles lightly on the table.