South of Bian'an City, Zhuxian Town.

Zhuxian Town is a good place, but also a magical place, out of this town, thirty-six miles to the north is the imperial capital.

Taking advantage of this geographical advantage, Zhuxian Town, as a distribution center for materials, has developed exceptionally well over the years.

And this geographical advantage has also given birth to the dust of Zhuxian Town, just look at the decoration of the two rows of green buildings, and the appearance and temperament of the girls, you can know the general.

On this day, people came and went in the wind and dust alley, rubbing shoulders one after another, and no one cared, a somewhat gray-faced young man, with a three-foot scimitar at his waist, appeared here.

It was Zuo Yin.

In the past two days, Zuo Yin has been running to the east, because he is worried about being wanted, so he takes a small road, relying on a small amount of money along the road, exchanging food with nearby farmers, and obtaining accommodation, so that he can come over.

As for the four-foot-long Fire Tiger Riding Knife, it was too conspicuous, and Zuo Yin buried it under a big tree, and could only wait to retrieve it later.

If there is a future.

His eyes kept looking at the Qinglou on this street, and he usually came to collect it, if it was a female spy, then the possibility of being in the Qinglou and the inn was higher, after all, there were many people, and it was easier to listen to the news.

When he passed by, many of the Qinglou women who were originally showy had some disdain in their eyes.

Also, seeing Zuo Yin's outfit, most of them can guess that Zuo Yin doesn't have much money, and this kind of eyesight, the Qinglou woman still has it.

Zuo Yin didn't care about this, and continued to walk inside, but he still didn't find any clues, but in his heart, he was still not in a hurry.

Dugu Wang once said that he was able to find clues, naturally taking into account his knowledge and ability.

Suddenly, in Zuo Yin's eyes, he saw a familiar plant-Wind Whispering Grass.

Hidden in a pair of weeds, the wind grass doesn't look very conspicuous at all.

It's a pity that Zuo Yin's knowledge of medicinal herbs, if you want to talk about understanding, it's really quite good.

There was a smile in his heart.

It's a simple and complicated signage, after all, not many people pay attention to the weeds on the side of the road.

So he walked to the green building, and the green building had only one word - Fan.

It's a pity that at the door, he was stopped by a young steward in the Qinglou, and the steward's face was a little hesitant.

Yes, as long as you know a little bit about martial arts, you will know how deep the evil spirit on this young man's body is, and look at his sharp eyebrows and eyes, you will know what kind of character this person is, if you reject him, when the time comes, there will be a big fight, and the reputation of Fanlou will be damaged.

Zuo Yin saw his hesitation, smiled, and stretched out his hand to give a small silver ingot, which should be rewarded.

The young steward sighed quietly, forget it, everyone is a guest, and the rich is the uncle. Regardless of his outfit, maybe people like to dress shabby and pretend to be pigs and eat tigers?

The steward stretched out his hand: "This master, please inside." Then he looked at Zuo Yin, intending to bring him in.

It's a pity that Zuo Yin suddenly stepped forward and leaned his face closer to the manager.

At that moment, the steward suddenly had some bad feelings, this young man wouldn't be good at that, right?

In his heart, he was a little helpless.

Guests have needs, and satisfaction is.

It's a pity that Zuo Yin's heart didn't think much about it, but leaned close to the man's ear and whispered: "Listen to the accent, are you from Yudu?" ”

The steward was stunned for a moment, and said casually: "Yes, the little one is from Chongqing, but listening to your accent, you look like a person from southern Xinjiang." ”

Zuo Yin nodded: "I want to see your boss lady." ”

The steward smiled and said, "Guest officer, this is your first time here, in our store, there is only the boss, and there is no hostess." ”

Zuo Yin calmed down, put his hand on the shoulder of the young steward, and said softly, "I want to see the sparrow." ”

The hairs on the steward's neck suddenly stood up a little, and he said casually: "Sparrows, winter is very common, when the guest officer wants to relax in the boudoir, ask for some sparrows, it's easy to do, I'll go find someone to get a few over." ”

Zuo Yin has been inquiring about news along the way, and at present, Wei Guogong's life and death are uncertain, and the news of his attack has not yet spread.

Then even if you reveal your identity a little, there is no danger.

The top priority at the moment is to get the help of the "sparrow" as soon as possible before those people track them down, and then leave Bian'an City and return to Cangnan from the land of the East China Sea.

Zuo Yin made up his mind, and he felt a breath from the body of this steward.

Snake.

Surrounded by cold and gloomy.

It's definitely not something that ordinary Qinglou stewards can have.

After experiencing many times in the realm of life and death, Zuo Yin's insight is far better than that of people of the same age, he grabbed the hand of the steward and said softly: "The winter weather is dry and dry, such a large wooden building, you have to be careful of the candle." ”

Immediately, quietly, in the palm of the steward's hand, the word "fire" was written.

The steward's expression suddenly became calm as water, and he smiled: "Since the guest likes Xiao Ke, then please come." ”

Seeing the intimate appearance of the two people, the girl in this Qinglou laughed on the second floor: "Yo, this master, we have a lot of girls here, don't be left out in the cold." ”

After speaking, the girl who said this also pretended to be pitiful and deliberately pouted.

The other girls were all laughing and playing with each other.

Zuo Yin nodded slightly, but did not respond.

In any case, in the next time, the news of Wei Guogong's attack is likely to come over, and he must leave Zhuxian Town before this.

I can only bet on this one.

The young steward took Zuo Yin and went to his room, which was quite bookish, with ink treasures in the study, jade and antiques, all available.

Seeing that Zuo Yin noticed this, the steward smiled and said: "No way, some masters are just like this, in the bookish room, they are often interested." ”

Interest?

Zuo Yin shook his head, but watched the steward's actions.

The steward walked over to the bookshelf, removed a small porcelain vase from a high place, and knocked it three times on the wall.

"Boom."

"Boom."

"Boom."

The rhythm is not rushed, it is staggered, and the sound reveals a hollow tone.

The bookshelf slowly moved over autonomously, revealing the dark passage behind it.

The steward made a gesture of please, Zuo Yin looked into his eyes, and then walked in bravely.

If you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you get the tiger?

The steward glanced at the room at the door of the passageway, and after confirming that it was correct, he chuckled and walked into the darkness.

After the two men disappeared, the bookshelf slowly returned to its original place, as if nothing had happened.

……

Zuo Yin walked in the dark, listening to the calm breathing of the steward behind him, and there was only peace in his heart.

In his current situation, he can only gamble.

Through the darkness, the light, comes in an instant.

Zuo Yin's eyes narrowed, and he didn't open his eyes until he was familiar with the sudden light.

In front of me, there is a room with a lot of ancient charm, a noble lady of about thirty-two or thirteen is sitting quietly at the desk, holding a book, she is dressed in yellow cedar, graceful, beautiful appearance, obviously seems to be over thirty years old, but there is a trace of girlish beauty, which gives her an indescribable charm.

The lady in the yellow shirt heard the voice, but did not look up, but remained immersed in the book.

The young man's supervisor stood aside without saying a word.

Zuo Yin was silent, and did not look at the noble lady rudely, standing to the side, his eyes fixed on the corner of the room.

He still has this bit of "quiet" kung fu.

"Whoa—"

The lady in the yellow shirt turned the page again, and then she felt satisfied, so she raised her head slightly, looked at the two people, and smiled without saying a word.

The young man's supervisor opened his mouth, and when he was about to speak, the lady in the yellow shirt stretched out her hand, and the young supervisor immediately fell silent.

The lady in the yellow shirt looked at Zuo Yin carefully from the bottom to the top, nodded and said, "Are you Zuo Yin?" ”

Zuo Yin was shocked in his heart, but he still knew the situation, and nodded: "Yes!" ”

But he only answered one word.

The current situation lies in the fact that the news of Wei Guogong's death has not yet come, and the "sparrow" should still be loyal.

The lady in the yellow shirt showed a look of approval, "Lord Dugu Wang once wrote a book, saying that you are likely to come over and let us be responsible for picking you up, now it seems that you should have followed Wei Guogong back to Cangnan, why are you so embarrassed?" ”

When she said this, the noble lady's eyes were faint, like candles in the night, flickering.

Wei Guogong?

This title made Zuo Yin's heart sink.

The members of the Cangnan army all call Wu Jing Wu Gong, and only outsiders are called Wei Guogong.

Zuo Yin stared at this yellow-shirted lady, did not answer her question, and asked, "You don't belong to the Cangnan Army?" ”

The lady in the yellow shirt put her hand on the teacup and said lightly, "Answer my question first." ”

No refusal.

If you want to kill the enemy, Zuo Yin is naturally the best at it, but if you want to use words to deal with others, Zuo Yin is not good at it.

He is also not good at lying, so why bother to deliberately hide it in vain.

After making up his mind, Zuo Yin stared at the yellow-shirted noblewoman and said in a deep voice: "Wu Gong's convoy was attacked more than 70 miles west of Bian'an City, and everyone except me should be killed." ”

The lady in the yellow shirt and the young steward showed a heavy shock on their faces.