said that she would only stay in the city for one more day, and Mu Yiya, as the person in charge of the Mu family, naturally had no reason to stay longer. Otherwise, this brigade of carriages and horses will have a few more expenses, and a few unnecessary expenses, which can be saved for the Mu family. The convoy of Miss Hua and Gongzi Jiang left the city early, leaving only a bustle. Such a long-distance trip is boring, and Mu Yiya can usually listen to Elder Keqing tell some anecdotes to relieve her boredom. This time Mu Yiya's journey seemed a little lonely, but fortunately, she had a pair of discerning eyes and was very good at making fun of suffering, she quickly found fun, and enlightened an elm head along the way, isn't it also very interesting?

"Xu Dakeqing, we're on our way. Instead of calling him by name in front of his subordinates, Mu Yiya called out to Xu Yongzheng, who was standing on the street.

Xu Yongzheng carried the sword box on his back and was silent.

Mu Yiya followed his gaze and looked, it turned out that someone was posting a notice.

One person read: "The woman was dressed in coarse white cloth, and died in the broken temple of the city god in the east of the city. If anyone knows their identity, please let them know. ”

Mu Yiya stepped forward and sighed: "In this world, human life is becoming more and more worthless. ”

"Don't you think she's pitiful? ”

Mu Yiya doesn't have so much sentimentality, she has been in the mall for a long time, and she has seen more cruel things. At this time, she thought to herself: Poor, you must know that poor people must have a cause, and the way of this world does not change, then this cause will always exist. If you want to blame her, it's not good to blame her.

"Is the world like this?" asked Xu Yongzheng.

"Look at this crowd of onlookers, those who make a few more exclamations are just bloody? If you really want to think about it, isn't that teacher who sighed with tears also cold-blooded? Although our Mu family is a second-rate family, the surface is bright, but in fact, the family is also shaking in the wind and rain. I want to pity her, but how many people are so pitiful in the world? I pity her, who pities our Mu family. Let's go, everyone has their difficulties, we don't have time to take care of ourselves, so let's not be nosy. ”

"I can't do it, and I don't need anyone to pity me. Mr. Teach sighed from tears, perhaps just because he couldn't afford to pity her. And I want to pity her, I have a sword in my hand, and I have to do something to show pity for her. ”

"Then what do you want to do?" Mu Yiya said.

"I want to know who my sword can kill to comfort her soul in heaven. Xu Yongzheng said.

"Tianji Pavilion," Mu Yiya paused slightly, "There should be Tianji Pavilion in this city, and it is dedicated to collecting intelligence." ”

"Where is the Heavenly Machine Pavilion?"

"In the city, just ask. ”

After hearing this, Xu Yongzheng was about to walk forward, but after taking a few steps, he turned his head and said, "How much is the price? If that's not enough, lend me some. ”

Mu Yiya replied: "I thought you didn't know, this kind of intelligence trading will not involve the secrets of the rivers and lakes, if it has nothing to do with some masters, it is just a dozen or two." ”

"Can I ask you to do something again. Xu Yongzheng's vision is sincere.

"No, the price of asking me to do things is generally not small, I wonder if you can afford it?" Mu Yiya refused.

"In the future, I will also do what you do, no matter how many mountains and rivers, no matter how you go to the soup and fire, as long as it does not violate justice, I will do what you want. Xu Yongzheng said very seriously.

"Okay, let's talk about it, Xu Yongzheng. Mu Yiya is colorful.

"Help me bury the little girl with her father. Xu Yongzheng didn't say where the woman's father was, in fact, he didn't know where it was, but if Mu Yiya really wanted to do this, these problems were not enough to worry about.

"It's that simple?" Mu Yiya said in surprise.

"I'm sure you can do a good job. Xu Yongzheng encouraged. After speaking, he didn't look back, and walked into the city with the sword box on his back, and Mu Yiya seemed to see a trace of blood rising from the city.

As a neutral person in the rivers and lakes, Tianji Pavilion has never taken the initiative to provoke others. Therefore, almost most of the cities have sub-pavilions, adhering to the principle of clear price and value for money, and are deeply trusted by people in the rivers and lakes. In fact, Tianji Pavilion has always done things cleanly, bought and sold simply, and done greatly. However, one yard is one yard, and Xu Yongzheng did this but made two deals with Tianji Pavilion.

Who is responsible for this?

Second, where was this person first?

In terms of price, it is not much different from Mu Yiya's previous estimated price.

In a tile village in the east of the city, Xu Yongzheng strolled in, holding a few portraits in his hands, with obvious features.

Do you regret that you didn't stop Jiang Chun yesterday? Or should you regret not reminding that girl? What's the use of saying this now? Thinking about this, the strength in his hand couldn't help but increase a little.

In the ruined temple, several hooligans were disheveled, with their shoulders and backs bare, sitting in the temple, showing off and joking with each other.

"I didn't expect that cheap woman to leave only more than 30 taels of broken silver, I thought there would be more than 40 taels. One of the people sitting in the temple said.

"Boss Yu, that woman's taste is really good, but compared to the Qinglou woman, she is a little less active and flattering, and she is a little unpleasant. A man sat in the southeast corner and said.

"Cui Er, now that's what I said, you kid didn't toss less on that girl last night. "A man was lying on a stone pillar.

"Du Laosan, why don't you kid say that he broke the woman's hands and feet, which made us lose a lot of fun. "One man was in the temple facing south.

"Song Laosi, you are a scoundrel, that woman's tongue was not cut off by you first, at this time, I am really panicked when I turn over Lao Tzu's old bottom. Lao Tzu got the money, and he will go to the Qinglou tomorrow to live happily for a few days. ”

"Don't be noisy. Where is the old man buried? Said the pimp who was called the boss.

"Boss, what are you doing to that old man? Could it be that you are going to the grave? haha. Cui Lao Er's scoundrel asked.

Everyone else laughed, Cui Lao Er's brain turned the slower, and he laughed at the end. It turned out that the old man's coffin was also valuable, and it was a good deal.

"I'm afraid, you don't have that chance. Xu Yongzheng walked into the broken temple and said in a cold voice.

"Where did the stinky boy come from, the dog mongrel, who dared to meddle with our business? Song Laosi had the hottest temper, and raised the short knife and threatened.

Boss Yu also stood up and said: "Dog, our uncle is in a good mood, he is happy today, he doesn't want to kill more, you are interesting, just hurry up and give Lao Tzu a roll, get slow, we will kill you." ”

"Your name is Yu Dashi?"

"Your name is Cui Qiu?"

"Your name is Du Liang?"

"Your name is Song Hua?"

Xu Yongzheng looked at the portrait and shouted a personal name. Every time a person's name was named, they were more stunned. The four of them are hegemonic together, they are ruffians, everyone respects them, and they have long forgotten the cheap names given by their parents for many years, and they are mostly called by their surnames. Now some people call him by his name, either for revenge or for gratitude. Where do the four of them have a little favor to give to others on weekdays. That is undoubtedly revenge. Seeking revenge, it must be seeking revenge, and it is destined to kill. The four of them did not hesitate to draw their knives and rise again.

Xu Yongzheng threw the portrait in the air, and in the blink of an eye, fragments flew like black and white butterflies.

In the broken temple in the east of the city, the sword shadow is sufficient, and the sword qi is unstoppable.

The hands and feet of the four were separated, and their heads had left the house.

Xu Yongzheng is doing exactly what he is trying to kill.

Yesterday, the four of them lost their conscience, and today they were separated in the temple by seeking revenge.

The temple is broken, and the stone statue is the only witness, and the light rain falls at the right time, and it is not clear whether the stone statue is also crying.

Jin Ge's sword opened today, and all the blood it drank was the filthy blood of the most vicious people. Slashed many times, not a drop of blood, only the rain slowly washed away the blood on the ground, waiting for the day when this tragic situation was discovered.

The drizzle doesn't leave people, and people can't keep them. Xu Yongzheng bought a paper umbrella at random in the city, and then propped it up and went out of the city to the west of the city. His clothes were not stained with blood, and his hands were a little cold, and he wanted to ask them more about their intentions in doing evil. But when he saw and heard that they would not let go of the dead, what could he have to pity? What if he was an executioner himself. Jin Gejian trembled slightly after drinking blood, not knowing if it was excitement or something else. So how can I find the Mu family's team along the way?

After thinking about it, Xu Yongzheng saw that in the drizzle, the man was also waiting with an umbrella at the city gate, smiling and waiting, and Xu Yongzheng's heart finally felt a trace of warmth.

Outside the window, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, ticking on the carport. The source of warmth in the car is two small stoves, Xu Yongzheng drank the ginger tea brewed by Miss Mu's own hands, and the warmth rushed straight to his heart. His clothes were still wet, so he didn't sit on a stool or lean against the wall of the carriage.

"I thought you ······"

"Thought I would leave you behind, and then the Mu family would lose an Elder Keqing with unlimited potential for nothing?" Mu Yiya said with a roll of her eyes.

"That's right, after all, I still have the identity of an elder Keqing, so I'm also a swordsman who is famous in Donglin. Xu Yongzheng soothed his brows and said.

"Are things done in Feicheng?" asked Mu Yiya.

"If the information of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion is correct, I think it should be done. Xu Yongzheng said.

"Why?" Mu Yiya asked.

"What, why?" Xu Yongzheng wondered.

"You don't come, you're not such a nosy person!" Mu Yiya said mercilessly.

"But I'm by no means a cold-blooded person. That woman's background is definitely pitiful, and she was exiled to Feicheng, and she had no choice but to sell herself to bury her father. I don't know where her father died, or what he ended up in. ”

"His father had already been buried, presumably as a result of her betraying her father, so why did she have such a catastrophe?" asked Mu Yiya.

"The concubine has no fault, and she suffers from wealth. Originally, ten taels of silver could be done, but someone gave fifty taels, so these fifty taels for a lonely and weak woman is not a blessing, but a life talisman. As for the person who gives money, now he looks more like a hypocrite who only wants to gain a good name. Xu Yongzheng explained.

"Who knows what the future will hold for her? When she meets a harsh and lustful old rich man, who is a little more good-looking, he is played with by his master and used as a plaything. If you have a bad posture, you will be beaten and scolded every day, and if you have an affair with a male servant one day, it all depends on the mood of the master whether you live or die. ”

"What if you meet a good master and finally promise a good family affair?" asked Xu Yongzheng.

"Those are the tunes of the storyteller. Where are there so many just in case, in case of emergency, there are 10,000 possibilities, and no one can guarantee that she will have a good life in the future. Mu Yiya said pessimistically.

But she must be no worse than now, before she died, not only physically humiliated, but also mentally devastated. It's really pitiful. Xu Yongzheng's words were firm.

"So, are you blaming the son of the Jiang family, blaming him for being too generous?" Mu Yiya naturally inquired about the whole story today, and asked rhetorically.