After barely taking a big gulp, he sat on the ground and let out a sigh. When Zhiqiu saw it, he sneered: "Silly tall man, look at you like that, can you still drink alcohol in this practice?"

The tall man shook his head, and said with a smile: "Go and go, what do you know what vitality is? No, after practicing, you are a little thirsty, what can be the problem with drinking some wine?" After he finished speaking, the words suddenly changed, "Do you have something to hide from me?"

After Zhiqiu heard this, his face stiffened a little, but he still replied, "What?" he said, learning the action of Mian Zhi just patting him on the shoulder, and also patted him, "We brothers, who is with whom? What can I hide from you?"

Mian Zhi suddenly stared at Zhiqiu with dead eyes, and lowered his voice and said, "Really?"

Zhiqiu racked his brains and thought about it, could it be that Mianzhi found out his identity? He quickly analyzed the consequences of Mianzhi knowing his identity in his mind, but there was nothing that could be analyzed.

He cautiously asked, "You... Did you find out who I am?"

He was barely stunned, his mind was not good at thinking about this, but Zhiqiu asked him back, and the tall man replied honestly: "What identity? Aren't you just a bookstore worker?"

Da Gao smiled after speaking, and he urged: "Give me the other pot of wine, I'm still a little thirsty." ”

Although Mian Zhi knew that his identity would not necessarily be a problem, Zhiqiu still felt that he couldn't let the people around him know at this juncture.

After all, Zhiqiu's current safety can't even be guaranteed by himself.

Zhiqiu smiled and handed the flask to Mianzhi, who seemed to remember something again, and continued to ask, "By the way, you haven't told me yet?"

Zhiqiu was a little anxious, when did he reluctantly take the lead? He asked, "Silly tall man, what do you want me to say? Could it be that I hid some silver and you found out?"

Mian Zhi laughed when he heard it, when did this Zhiqiu become so stupid? Can he not confess himself to this matter of hiding silver? But he didn't want to ask this, after the big tall man was happy, he took another step, and he said excitedly and loudly: "Xiao Zhiqiu, tell me honestly, what does that Yan girl in the bookstore have to do with you?"

When Zhiqiu heard these three words, his heart tightened, and the figure of the eldest lady suddenly appeared in his mind.

Especially when she was stupidly fetching water in the yard.

Zhiqiu smirked a few times, and then came back to his senses, and he said righteously: "What can I have to do with her? Isn't she the eldest lady of the bookstore?"

With a face of disbelief, he said mysteriously: "What, I saw that Miss Yan at your door last night." He paused, "I saw that she hesitated and did not go in. ”

Zhiqiu was confused and replied with a "huh?".

Mian Zhi continued: "Hehe, I'm stupid, I don't think so much, anyway, I'll tell you here, if you hide anything from me, I don't know." He also deliberately added, "But I can't control your life, even if you hide it from me, I don't want to know." ”

But reluctant to betray him, this expression of longing to know the truth is obvious.

After all, men also like to inquire about other people's emotional lives.

Zhiqiu had no choice but to explain patiently: "Maybe the eldest lady just wants to come and see if I'm drunk, this... Didn't I get very drunk last time? ”

He thought for a moment and added, "Maybe the eldest lady will come to raid and check on me again?"

Reluctantly, he let out a faint "oh" and didn't care anymore.

The two were silent for a while, and Zhiqiu remembered what was going on, and said in a deep voice: "Big tall, are you still paying attention to the matter of a knifeman?"

When Mian Zhi heard these three words, his pupils shrank rapidly, and he frowned again, as if he didn't want to think of these words again.

Zhiqiu said softly: "Although I know you don't want to hear these words now, I still want to say something. ”

He paused, lowered his voice, and said, "I may have seen the three masters of the One Knife Guest." ”

When Mian Zhi heard this, he stopped his Zama step again, and he said, "How did you see it?"

Zhiqiu mentioned three words: small bookstore.

Then Zhiqiu talked about selling books to the third master in the past few months.

Mian Zhi's face was full of black lines after hearing this, how many taels of silver can you sell to the third master?

Mian Zhi thought for a while and asked, "How do you know that he is the third master?"

Zhiqiu only received information about the pigeons a few days ago, but of course he wouldn't say that. He could only whisper: "I saw him enter the mansion of the One Knife Ke a few days ago, and his status is not low! He was followed by a group of people, and I also secretly heard that he was the one who sat on the third chair in the Mansion of the One Knife Ke." ”

"Oh?" said Mitsuyuki, who obviously wanted to continue hearing about the Blademan.

Zhiqiu looked around, a little anxious, he shushed and said: "Silly big man, do you think that the third master will come to me to settle accounts? I sold a broken book so much, this... When he comes to the door, you'll have to come over and support me!"

Mian Zhi rolled his eyes, obviously not wanting to pay attention to Zhiqiu.

Zhiqiu's expression of loss happened to be seen by Mian Zhi.

This stupid big man was a little soft-hearted, but he didn't want to violate the principle of doing things, so he still said with a cold face: "Xiao Zhiqiu, you have already done something wrong, why should I still come to support you?"

Zhiqiu didn't speak, just looked at Mian Zhi stupidly.

Mian Zhi really couldn't stand a big man looking at him, he waved his hand impatiently, "Okay, okay, it's a big deal, I'll collect a whole corpse for you!"

Zhiqiu's eyes rolled and begged: "Big tall, think about it, when the time comes, a knife will come to the door and then bully me? Isn't this a loss of face for our Yushui Street? As the second brother of Yushui Street, you don't cover the younger brother?"

Mian Zhi was speechless for a while, and when he took a step and was about to go out, he turned around and said, "Can you recognize me as the second brother?"

Zhiqiu nodded vigorously.

With a sigh, he turned around and said sincerely, "I really can't beat the man in black that day. ”

Zhiqiu paused slightly, he patted Mianzhi on the shoulder again and shook his head.

And then.. He left Yushui Street one step ahead of him.

Leaving a stunned Mianzhi, is this little Zhiqiu mocking him?

This simple-minded reluctance is a little complicated.

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The mansion of Yidaoke is indeed crowded with people now, and there is an endless stream of passers-by.

In fact, the identity of the knife is now on the surface, and the rumors that the knife is an unpopular organization have been self-defeating, at least in the nearby states, its reputation has been beaten, and now the knife has received a lot of letters of appointment.

Although most of them are assassinating some people who are not in the stream, but after all, the knife man has some anger, and it is better to put it on the surface than to hide in the dark.

Since the last conference, almost no one has left Yidaoke, but they cherish staying in this organization even more, in fact, think about it a little, since they chose to disclose such an identity, why didn't anyone from the government come to the door?

Of course, everyone has different ideas, but the people who can add a knife guest are naturally not idle people, even if they are not necessarily the group of people who "do things", but a lot of people is always a good thing.

The old man, who had been wearing only a thin shirt all year round, was sitting in the hall at the moment, not sitting in the second chair.

Instead, he sat in the third position.

The old man's face was a little worried at the moment, and in front of him stood the young man who was buying books in the small bookstore. The latter's expression was also grim, and he was not at all easy-going when he got along with Zhiqiu in the small bookstore.

The two of them seemed to be waiting for someone, and as time passed, there was a trace of anxiety on their faces. The old man sighed and took the lead in saying, "Forget it, let's get down to business, Yifan, is that person really reliable?"

The young man, whose full name was He Yifan, shook his head, and he said truthfully: "Old Lu, to be honest, I actually quite believe in that young man, but I really don't dare to pack tickets." ”

The old man also shook his head slightly after hearing this, and did not say anything more.

He Yifan saw that the old man had a little lonely look, so he had to try his best to say some good news, he said softly: "Old Lu, I have seen that young man, and I can guess his identity. ”

"Oh, if that's what you say, then I can guess that. The old man's voice was a little louder at the moment.

But the young man seemed to be a little entangled, and he lowered his voice and said, "That... Where is the big boss?"

The old man waved his hand and said, "If I'm not mistaken, he already knows the identity of that young man before we do, and according to his temper, he probably has seen him a long time ago." ”

He Yifan was stunned, didn't say anything, he tentatively said, "Then which side are we standing on?"

The old man was silent at the moment, except for the chirping of a few cicadas wafting outside the window.

The thin shirt on the old man's body was already soaked, and there were gradually some beads of sweat on his forehead, he gritted his teeth, as if he had made a great decision, his face showed a resolute expression, and he said in a deep voice: "You go buy a few more books tomorrow." ”

He Yifan's face changed at first, and then he immediately barely squeezed out a smile, and he trembled and said, "Old Lu, I hope we are right." ”

But the moment after the young man went out, there was a deep meaning on his face.

It was as if everything was as he had calculated.

After He Yifan left, the old man got up and walked a few steps, and sat on the first chair in the hall without hesitation, his eyes were like an eagle, his eyes were sharp, and he looked down on the entire hall like an eagle.

The old man's surname is Lu, and coincidentally, the largest family in the Northern Qi Dynasty a hundred years ago was also surnamed Lu, and it happened to be in Suzhou.

After He Yifan left the mansion, he first looked left and right at the surrounding environment, and after finding that there were no suspicious people, he trotted into a small alley on the next street. There happened to be a young man with a short knife at his waist waiting for him, smaller than He Yifan, but the cold revealed was a few points higher than the former.

He Yifan saw that this young man was half-kneeling, and seemed to feel a little unaccustomed, he said softly: "Jian Chun, you get up, I'm not a few years older than you, I'm embarrassed if you're like this." After he finished speaking, he scratched his head.

But the man with the short knife seemed to be a little dead-headed, and he didn't say a word, but still half-knelt.

Seeing this, He Yifan didn't want to say more, he went straight to the point and said, "Jian Chun, did I let you do what you did?"

The young man nodded lightly and said in a low voice, "I have almost touched the habits of that old man, but I may not be able to kill him with one blow." He paused, "I can feel people watching him around him, and the realm can only be above me." ”

He Yifan frowned, feeling that things were a little tricky, and he said in a deep voice: "That's it, you can watch him for me first, and don't expose yourself, no matter what, your life is at stake." ”

The young man nodded, said no more, and turned to leave.

Just as the man was about to leave, He Yifan stopped him again and said softly: "Don't tell Lu Lao about this matter." ”

The young man, who had thought he was serious, suddenly smiled, although his smile was a little stiff, and he said, "What did I tell that old man?" and then disappeared into the street in an instant.

After He Yifan heard this, his face was a little embarrassed, but it seemed to be so.

The man with a short knife at his waist was called Fang Zhichun, and in the year he joined the One Knife Guest, he killed a total of thirty people.

According to his words, those who killed were all bad people.

As for whether it was or not, only He Yifan, who made him kill, know.

He Yifan walked out of the street, he touched the silver in his pocket and smiled bitterly.

These three masters don't seem to have a lot of money, how to go to a small bookstore to buy books?

But wouldn't it be nice to look at the sunny day, make a few pots of tea, and read a few good books?