Gu Qingyan went down the mountain overnight, and she arrived at the dark pile before dawn, and now she was sitting opposite the storyteller with tea.

There was a table between him, and there were copper coins on the table, and the storyteller's eyes never took his eyes off the copper.

"Girl, I told them everything I had to say, and that was the kind of person who gave me the money, told me the story, and asked me to relay it."

As the storyteller spoke, he was about to get the copper plate, and as soon as he reached over his hand, he felt a tingling pain in the back of his hand.

When I looked closely, I saw a silver needle on the back of my hand somehow.

"Pain, pain, pain...," the storyteller shouted and screamed.

Gu Qingyan was uncomfortable by his noise, and said coldly: "If it weren't for the fact that your mouth is still useful, I would have shut you up a long time ago." ”

It really was the noisiest of all her prisoners.

After hearing this, the storyteller didn't care about the pain in his hands, and hurriedly covered his mouth, for fear that he wouldn't know when he was dumb.

"You're really just paraphrasing?"

Gu Qingyan asked coldly.

This guy just wanted to nod, but suddenly felt a numb in his neck.

A ghostly voice came from his ear: "Think about it before you speak." ”

"Yes, yes, yes." The storyteller didn't dare to act arbitrarily in front of Gu Qingyan anymore.

When he was questioned by those men before, he thought that these people were cold and cold, but he didn't expect that a girl would come easily, and it was even worse than them.

The storyteller was fooled by Gu Qingyan like this, and his flamboyant mind was gone, and he answered Gu Qingyan's question honestly.

"Actually, the master said something roughly, but the central idea was what he said, and then let me make up a credible story, tell it well, and get extra money."

"Oh?" Gu Qingyan raised his eyebrows.

The dark pile next to him nodded at Gu Qingyan, which meant that the storyteller's confession was consistent.

"How does he know you can make it up?"

Gu Qingyan pretended to question the storyteller.

"Hey, this thing about the Tibetan Sword Gate, Weishui City is something that everyone can know, what ancient famous swords, what sword pedigree, and it's not a secret, that master said something we don't know, I'll say it again, there is fresh fun, who doesn't like to hear it."

What he said was quite reasonable.

There are not a few things that catch the wind and shadows, and most people are quite relished.

"And how is he sure he wants to give you extra money?"

"Who knows? Anyway, I said that after four days, I got two days. ”

As the storyteller spoke, he was about to sit proudly with his feet crossed, but as soon as his legs were raised, there was a feeling of soreness and numbness, and when he looked down, there was another silver needle at the joint of his knee.

He was surprised, when did the girl in front of him move.

Gu Qingyan didn't care what the storyteller was thinking, and continued to ask, "Which two days?" ”

The storyteller didn't think about it, and replied directly: "There are many sects that sent people into the city on the day they were arrested, and the day I was arrested..."

Speaking of this, he felt heartache, he was about to go out to get the money, but before the money arrived, the person was arrested.

Hearing him say this, the faces of the dark pile behind him and Gu Qingyan changed instantly, and they had a bad feeling in their hearts.

Then they felt a cold light glance at them.

"Master, it's the day we entered the city and Bai Shu sent someone down the mountain to investigate."

Beiming opened his mouth and said, according to the time that the storyteller said, it happened to be these two points in time.

Gu Qingyan's eyes narrowed, she could think of why the storyteller had extra money in the past two days.

One is that he accurately passed the news to the Imperial Sword Residence, and the other is that he alarmed the people of the Hidden Sword Gate to go down the mountain.

"In what way did he give you money?"

"It depends on his mood."

As soon as the words fell, the storyteller had another silver needle in his hand, and he squeaked in pain, and then hurriedly said while Gu Qingyan hadn't opened his mouth yet: "The first time the money bag fell directly from the roof of my house, and the second time I didn't go to get it, he told me to let me go to the corner of the street, and he didn't say anything else." ”

The storyteller finished the whole sentence almost half-shouting, and kept shaking his hand.

Gu Qingyan snorted coldly, this person is very thoughtful, although he found someone who talks a lot to do things for him, but there is no useful core information.

"I really don't remember any of this man's characteristics?" Gu Qingyan was cold-eyed.

The storyteller has a good memory, and the storyteller will not fail to remember what characteristics this person has.

The man shook his head: "Girl, I see him on both sides, every time I see a screen, I can see a human form, and he is also a character..."

Just wanted to say something ridiculous, when he looked up and saw Gu Qingyan's eyes, he instantly held back again.

The dark pile once told him that the person was an accent from Weishui City, a proper local, but there was no trace of it after the secret investigation, so the matter was stuck here.

"I'm curious, do you have any requirements for speaking and spitting words?"

Gu Qingyan suddenly asked.

The storyteller blinked, not knowing why Gu Qingyan asked this, but he still answered truthfully: "Originally, there was no, but later there were more and more people listening to the book, so it must be a correct tone, and sometimes the tone has to change, which is vivid and interesting." ”

"The tone has to change...."

Gu Qingyan muttered, and then pointed to a certain dark stake on the side: "Are you the person here?" ”

The dark pile replied: "No." ”

"How long have you been in Weishui City?"

"Ten years."

He has been arranged in Weishui City since he came out of Shimen, and he usually works as a partner in the shops under the Peach Blossom Stream, and he often comes into contact with people.

"Do you think he speaks like a native of Weishui City?"

Gu Qingyan turned his head and asked the storyteller.

The storyteller suddenly understood: "There is a point, but some places are still not quite the same." ”

Gu Qingyan turned his head to look at the dark pile and asked, "Who else has surpassed him in Weishui City?" ”

Everyone shook their heads, this dark pile was already the first to come to Weishui City.

Gu Qingyan didn't say anything, and then asked the storyteller: "What's not like his accent?" ”

"The tone of some words," the storyteller said, as if to spur his memory.

"Yes, I remember, there are some places where the accent of that master's speech is wrong, but it is very subtle and not easy to hear."

At this time, the storyteller looked at Gu Qingyan's eyes with a little more respect, which made Beiming feel helpless when he saw it.

Gu Qingyan replied softly, and then silently lowered his head and was thinking about something.

After a while, Gu Qingyan slowly spoke: "You tell us the story, tell us what you know, what you know, what you know, everything about the Tibetan Sword Gate and the previous Xuanmen..."

"Both, all over again?" The storyteller swallowed, thinking, when will this be done?

Gu Qingyan ignored him, beckoned, and Beiming behind him took out the scattered silver from his arms and put it on the table.

"Well said, add one, bad said, no." Gu Qingyan leaned back and said lazily.

Seeing that the eyes of the money were opened, the storyteller still had any worries when he saw the silver, and he instantly put on a posture and opened his mouth.

The dark pile added new tea to Gu Qingyan, and Gu Qingyan asked everyone to sit down and listen carefully.

I also listened with my eyes closed while recuperating.

really talked from dark to dawn, and the storyteller's voice was about to reach the limit, and finally gathered all the broken silver on the table in front of Gu Qingyan in front of him.

"Hmm..."

Gu Qingyan also stood up and stretched, to be honest, she only listened to the first half, and the second half was really sleepy, giving Beiming a hint to them, so she asked them to listen attentively, closed her eyes, and took a nap.

"Alright, let's go." It was still Gu Qingyan's lazy voice.

The storyteller felt as if he had been amnestied, so he grabbed the silver and hooked his waist and bowed out repeatedly, but no one stopped him, and he walked faster.

But when he came to the door, his body suddenly stopped, and he fell straight down.

Looking behind him again, Gu Qingyan just put down his wrist, turned around, and walked towards the door.

When he came to the body of the storyteller lying down, he raised his feet and collapsed, leaving behind a sentence: "Collect the corpse and feed the wolf." ”

Beiming followed Gu Qingyan out, and by the way, he took out a silver needle with blood beads hanging from under the door frame.

Gu Qingyan had to pass through a room, and in that room there was the ruffian brought back by the dark pile.

"How's this?"

Gu Qingyan stood by the door and asked softly.

The secret pile at the door shook his head: "Back to the master, half true and half false in my mouth." ”

Gu Qingyan nodded, didn't say anything, just waved his hand, withdrew to the side, and opened the door, which was enough for the people inside to see Gu Qingyan's figure outside.

Sure enough, the ruffian looked up and saw a masked and unfriendly woman standing at the door, and he shivered unconsciously at the moment when he met the eyes.

Before he could finish the words, he saw a dead man behind the woman with a big eye and a red dot in the middle of her head passing by the doorway.

Immediately, the woman also disappeared, and the ruffian panicked even more, and the unprecedented fear rushed straight to his head.

"Master, how to deal with it?"

Dark pile asked.

Gu Qingyan said: "It's really useless, don't waste time, it's a hundred." ”

"Yes."

The stake received the order, turned and entered the house, and the door shut.

When Gu Qingyan came out of the dark room in the backyard, the sky was already bright, and the breakfast stalls on the street had already been set up and started to sell.

Someone in the front yard came to deliver the news and handed it to Beiming, who hurriedly took it to a room and gave it to Gu Qingyan.

"Master, I intercepted a crow on the mountainside in the middle of the night."

"Crows?" Gu Qingyan put down the teacup in his hand and looked at the cage that Beiming was carrying in his hand.

The black black bird standing inside was indeed a crow, with a small bamboo tube wrapped around its feet, and the contents had been taken out by Beiming.

A note read, "Wait for someone to go, don't be impatient."

Gu Qingyan motioned to Beiming to talk about the situation.

Beiming said: "The dark pile has checked the flight path, and this crow probably flew out from the vicinity of the Linshui Inn and went straight to the Tibetan Sword Gate." ”

"Waterfront Inn?" This was the inn where they were full when they arrived in Weishui City.

"What do you think?" Gu Qingyan asked Beiming.

"The subordinates are thinking, this crow, could it be domesticated?" Beiming looked at Gu Qingyan.

Gu Qingyan nodded, she had the same idea as Beiming, but the crow was not like an eagle, the degree of domestication was actually higher, if it was really domesticated, then this beast tamer was really unusual.

Thinking of this, Gu Qingyan remembered that King Yu and the King of Yijun she had mentioned now had an eagle, which made her feel that these things were now being worn by a thread and slowly straightened.