"Poisonous?" He picked up the whip as if he had found a treasure, revealing an untimely joy, "Lord, can this be rewarded to me?" ”

"Take it." The Lord waved his hand in disgust.

"How do you use it?" He asked with a bright face, not noticing the disgust of the Lord at all.

"I don't know." The voice of the Lord is like ice.

"I'll try!" Before he finished speaking, he had already gone out, went downstairs to the kitchen to catch a doomed rooster and fetch a basin of water.

He threw the whip into the water, held down the rooster that was bouncing around, and poured it with whip-soaked water. Before he could let go, the rooster was bleeding from all its knots, and his neck was crooked.

He was overjoyed and couldn't put it down with the whip.

"Let's go, there's no mission today." The Lord had never been depressed, and his back, which had always been straight, slackened and bent into a crossbow.

"I'm ......" he hurriedly hid the soft whip behind him, so as not to cause displeasure to the Lord. Only then did he realize that his selfless excitement had hurt the feelings of his master and servant.

The Lord bowed his head and waved his hand, signaling him to leave.

He didn't dare to say a word more, whether he was relieved or admitting his mistakes, it was appropriate to say that he didn't leave.

In the blink of an eye, only the Lord was left in the room. The door shook slightly, and finally closed tightly.

The Lord slowly took off the mask on his head and took a deep breath of much fresher air.

It was a face that was no longer young, the wrinkles were as intricate as the streets of the ten-toothed streets, the thin and aging silhouette was like the long-eroded cliffs on the coast, the full bags under the eyes like the crescent moon could not bear their weight and drooped aggrievedly, and the dull eyes remembered the ravages of time.

The only thing the old man was proud of was the waterfall-like gray hair, which changed color but grew thicker and thicker. At the moment when the old man shook his head and shook his hair, he could always feel the vigor and pride of the year.

The Lord stood up, propped one hand on the edge of the table, and walked around the room.

When he is alone, he is more likely to be distracted. When he takes off his mask, he is more willing to vent his emotions.

He slammed his fist on the table, and it immediately fell apart.

"Gyokuro!" He let out a low roar, choking and coughing violently. He sat down weakly, beating his aching chest, waiting for it to subside and then speak of the grief that could no longer be suppressed.

"Gyokuro, daughter, I'm sorry for you! I thought Nong Qingshan would become the palace master of Shennong Palace, I thought that the Shennong whip must be in his hand, I thought ......" He choked again.

This time he didn't wait, but didn't hesitate to grab a piece of purple sand teapot fragments, scratched two blood marks on his arm, and finally he was able to speak again: "I killed you!" God has punished me, and I will get nothing! ”

No one can associate this remorseful, grief-stricken face with the ruthless father who sent his daughter into the tiger's den.

Time flows quietly, and it does not give anyone a chance to go back to the past, in fact, even if they do go back to the past, those who regret it may not change their original actions.

The grief receded, and an unquestionable determination came to the face of the Lord as usual.

"Nong Qingshan!" His voice was sonorous, "You've got the last one left!" ”

Nong Qingyun was restless and restless all day. He had always been conscientious about the affairs of the palace, and today he was in a daze in front of the pile of papers, and in the evening, he began to shuttle through the morning glory corridor.

How is he going to keep Nong Qingshan? How was he going to pry out the whereabouts of Shennong Whip from Nong Qingshan's mouth?

Nong Qingshan has been in Shennong Palace for more than two months, he is like a hard walnut, a seamless egg, without leaking a single breath or revealing a flaw.

What should he do? The soft one he has tried, he can't always come to the hard one. Torture had no effect on Nong Qingshan, and there was no basis for the threat.

Nong Qingshan is alone, not seeking fame or profit, what can he use to threaten him?

Once he tore his face with Nong Qingshan, it would be impossible to get the whereabouts of Shennong's whip out of his mouth. He knew that he had only one way - Nong Qingshan's daughter, but this road was also full of difficulties and obstacles.

In the past two months, the disciples outside Shennong Palace and the beggar disciples who are familiar with Nong Tieshu have tried their best to investigate, but there has been no news.

How easy is it to find someone twenty years ago? First of all, her appearance has long since changed drastically. Moreover, over the years, she may have been displaced, and even if she finds a little clue, I am afraid that it has passed by time.

It is also possible that she is long gone.

Nong Qingshan has been waiting for twenty years, he doesn't care about continuing to wait, Nong Qingyun is different.

He couldn't stand the gossip of those palace masters who ridiculed him behind his back for not being justifiable, and he couldn't stand the arrogant people who didn't treat him and Shennong Palace with courtesy.

He had to get the Shennong Whip.

As he walked through the corridor of the guest room on the west side, Nong Qingyun's eyes lit up and he knocked on the door of Shi Shazhu's room a few times.

"Come in!" Shisha Bamboo Road. Nong Qingyun pushed the door in.

"Ouch, it's the master of the peasant palace, I really didn't expect you to deign to come to this guest room?"

Shi Shazhu was polite, but he didn't get up to greet Nong Qingyun. He has always looked weird, and Nong Qingyun has no heart to worry about him.

"Brother Shi Xian, I still came to disturb at such a late hour, and I was a little embarrassed." Nong Qingyun barely added a smile to his serious face.

"Where's the word? All the land in this Shennong Palace is yours, why bother or not? What's the matter with the farmer's palace master? Shi Shazhu played with a bronze mirror he carried with him, and talked to Nong Qingyun absentmindedly.

"About my senior brother......" Nong Qingyun frowned, feeling that Shi Shazhu seemed to already know that he had a request for him.

"Knowing the cause? What happened to him? Don't see you again? ”

"No, but ...... He had something to do to go back to Haihui Temple. Nong Qingyun's inquiring eyes saw from Shi Shazhu's face that things were progressing as he expected, further indicating that both sides knew what they were doing.

"If you want to go back, go back, he is the abbot there, and he is not the palace master of your Shennong Palace, you can't let him guard this Shennong Palace like you, right?"

"It's not...... Brother Xian didn't know. More than 20 years ago, there was a Shennong whip in Shennong Palace that was taken over by the palace masters of previous dynasties and was stolen by my senior brother, but he refused to return it to me. I...... Don't know what to do? The virtuous brother and my senior brother are inseparable friends, can you persuade him? ”

Shi Shazhu blinked, his shoulders twitched, as if he had taken the hot potato thrown by someone else, and he was almost burned.

He looked at the ceiling, then at the ground, and finally his eyes finally fell on Nong Qingyun's slightly embarrassed face.

"Did the palace master help Zhiyin find his daughter?"

"No, wouldn't it be easier if I found it?"

"Then why did he give you the Shennong whip? That's fair! ”

"Brother Xian is right, but my brother's daughter has been missing for twenty years, and I'm afraid I won't be able to find a trace for a while."

"Then the palace master will look for it slowly, and when you find it, Zhiyin will naturally give you what you want and what he has. As far as I know, he can have nothing in this world but his daughter. ”

"Brother Xian, I will naturally do my best to find my senior brother's daughter, but this Shennong whip is not trivial for Shennong Palace. Shennong Whip is not in the palace for a day, and Shennong Palace is on the verge of danger. I have been slandered and threatened by others over the years I have been in charge of Shennong Palace, please help me persuade my senior brother! ”

Nong Qingyun's words were earnest, and his hands were clenched into fists to indicate the request of a dignified palace master.

Shi Shazhu's nonchalant smile gradually disappeared, he was not moved by Nong Qingyun's sincerity, but carefully tightened a fishing net.

"Since the master of the peasant palace is open and honest, I will also tell you the truth. I really hope that Chiin will find his daughter. Over the years, I was the only one who saw him cut off his daughter's liver. Although I don't have a daughter myself, I have relatives and I understand the pain of losing a loved one......"

Shi Shazhu's eyes were filled with tears. He subconsciously picked up the scissors on the table and cut off a section of the wick, as if this way he could cut off his worries together.

When the candlelight was bright again, Shi Shazhu's sad face was swept away, and he returned to his arrogant and uninhibited appearance: "I have a plan." ”

"Oh, what's the plan?" Nong Qingyun remained silent, only showing a shallow smile.

"I know the cause of the grievance, but I believe that this is better for him......" Shi Shazhu hunched his back, as if bent over by the weight of his helpless choice.

"Brother Xian, you come and listen, I will never let my senior brother suffer!" Nong Qingyun swore that the ecstasy in his heart that he had tried to restrain did not escape Shi Shazhu's unusual keen gaze.

"I heard that the eldest brother's daughter is an adopted daughter, not a biological daughter."

"Yes, she was abandoned outside the gate of Shennong Palace when she was two years old, and I felt very sorry for her, so I adopted her."

"Zhiyin seems to have a good impression of your daughter, and every time he looks at your daughter, the look in his eyes is very loving and focused, I have never seen him like this." Shi Shazhu's eyes revealed tenderness, and he was moved by the innocent emotions that are not mixed with evil thoughts in the world.

"Maybe it's because the senior brother thinks about his daughter, and Tie Shu has been helping him find his daughter, so the senior brother is grateful."

"It's not just gratitude."

"What do you think of ......?" Nong Qingyun's heart was pounding, his keen insight had already explored everything, although he had never touched Nong Tieshu's thoughts before, but at this moment, someone presented this idea to him, and he felt that he was about to disarm and surrender in the face of temptation.

"I think it's okay for your daughter to pretend to be the daughter who is missing." Shi Shazhu was calm, and there was a trace of melancholy hidden behind his resoluteness.

Nong Qingyun pretended to be shocked, as a lord of a palace with high morals and prestige, he couldn't show urgency and joy in using his relatives to cheat and deceive. He bowed his head in deep thought and remained silent.