[The book continues from the above, the last book said that after Mu Qingming saw the wound of the water monkey, he found that this wound was very familiar, and it was the same as the Akamiya incision that was made into a resentment well before, as well as the craniotomy in the human brain porridge case, which was caused by the person holding the knife in his left hand. At the same time, Liu Yang, who was far away in the hiding place of the Immortal Dao, was reborn because of the transplantation of the water demon kidney. Not only was the qi in his body injected into the spirit of water, but even his body underwent some changes, becoming a half-human, half-demon thing. led out Mu Qingming took the initiative to find Zhao Liang and ask for Liu Yang's detailed files. At the same time, the luthier of Yushu entered the city, walked the streets and alleys with the guqin on his back, and inquired about Wang Zhanhai's descendants. 】

In the city of Kunming, where the autumn tiger arrives as scheduled, the white orchids are blooming delicately and fragrant all over the city. And in this city, there is also a hint of heat and boredom after the autumn rains. The streets of the city are full of small tea stalls, cold rice noodles, and stalls of cold roll noodles, shouting and selling, and welcoming passers-by who are sweating all over their heads.

The women of the Miao family, wearing small flower hats and wearing wrenches embroidered with Miao embroidered shoes, also carried a basket of bayberry on their backs, and walked into the city in pairs, sitting on the side of the road, or at the corner of the stone steps in front of the door of the street, shouting and selling bayberry in a delicate voice.

Mu Qingming, who was wandering in the city, stood in front of a Miao girl.

Today he rests, and when he has nothing to do, he goes to the streets. Originally, I was going to take Mo Han out with me, but I didn't think that Mo Han hadn't gone out yet, and when she saw the sun hanging high in the sky, she waved her hand again and again, saying that the sun was poisonous and afraid that her skin would be blackened, so she didn't follow Mu Qingming out, so Mu Qingming had to come out by herself.

Just right, make an appointment to meet Zhao Liang, I haven't eaten and drunk at Zhao Liang's place for a long time, and Mu Qingming is really a little unaccustomed.

After walking around the street for a moment, Mu Qingming suddenly stood still. Staring straight in front of him, the black, red, black, and red bayberry the size of a quail egg in the basket swallowed his saliva, and said to the Miao girl who greeted her with a smile behind the basket: "Give me half a catty of this bayberry." ”。

This Yunnan bayberry is not sour, and Mu Qingming may not be able to sour his teeth after eating this half catty. If he hadn't kept his stomach and waited for Zhao Liang to invite him to eat something delicious, he could eat two catties.

The Miao girl weighed him half a catty without saying a word, then pulled out a piece of yellow paper, folded it into a paper bag three or five times, and poured the half catty of bayberry into the paper bag without leaking. The next step is to pay the money with one hand and deliver the goods with the other.

Holding a bag full of bayberry, the delighted Mu Qingming didn't have time to eat one, and his shoulder was slammed on the shoulder by others behind him. This sudden slap without warning not only made the corners of Mu Qingming's mouth tremble, but also almost shook off the bag of spiky bayberry in his hand.

Mu Qingming was a little annoyed, but when he turned his head and saw that the person who patted him was Zhao Lianghou, he immediately showed a bright smile.

"Eat some." Mu Qingming picked up a bayberry, gently threw it up, and handed the paper bag containing the bayberry to Zhao Liang, and at the same time opened his mouth high, accurately catching the bayberry that fell from his eyes.

"I don't eat this, the sweet and sour roots are uncomfortable." Zhao Liang stretched out his hand and pushed the paper bag, and asked Mu Qingming, "Say, what are you doing calling me out on a hot day?" ”。

"How can you stand on the street when talking about things?" Mu Qingming looked around at the people coming and going, then turned his head, took a step forward, and whispered in Zhao Liang's ear: "Something about the Immortal Dao." ”。

Before the words came out, the faint impatience on Zhao Liang's face was gone, and it was replaced by a burst of excitement and joy, as well as a strong curiosity.

Mu Qingming can be regarded as having the right seven inches of this Zhao Liang, and knows that this person is the master who will not give up if he does not eradicate the Immortal Dao, as long as it is related to the Immortal Dao, let Zhao Liang go up the sword mountain and go down to the sea of fire.

"Don't worry, find a better restaurant and we'll talk about it in detail." Mu Qingming saw that Zhao Liang was already curious, so he took the opportunity to 'rip off the bamboo': "Order three or five delicious famous dishes, maybe I can tell you more." ”。

"Mu Qingming, Mu Qingming, you have grown cheeky after you come back from visiting relatives, and you still have three or five delicious famous dishes?" When he sucked his mouth, Zhao Liang, who was frowning, straightened his right index finger and pointed at Mu Qingming for a while, and then frowned tighter, and then asked, "Say, what do you want to eat?" ”。

It happened that Zhao Liang was also busy writing the closing report at noon, and he didn't eat anything at all, and he was hungry at this time, so he simply fulfilled Mu Qingming's wish.

"Braised pigeon eggs and fish jelly, as well as oily chicken and chai fish." Mu Qingming suddenly opened his mouth, and said to Zhao Liangmei like a few treasures, talking about the delicacies in Kunming City: "Five-spice suckling pigeon, tile fish and chicken thighs in sauce, none of them can be missing." ”。

This number of delicacies that can be made in local restaurants is a casual count for Mu Qingming, but Zhao Liang muttered. This meal had to be eaten by him for half a month's cigarette money.

However, in order to know about the Immortal Dao, better track down and destroy the Immortal Dao, and return a Lang Lang Qiankun to Chuncheng, he is willing to pay this pocket.

"Fortunately, it's just a meal, if you eat it several times, my wife can be eaten by you." Zhao Liangyi, who had thought about it carefully, gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, turned around and put his arms around Mu Qingming's shoulders, and said cheerfully: "Let's go, you can pick the restaurant, I don't want this wife, and I won't take this wife." ”。

"Okay, with this determination, there is no thief you can't catch, and I won't eat the chicken drumsticks." Mu Qingming looked at Zhao Liang, who had a firm look on his face, and said with a slight chin and a serious face: "Let's eat Tai Chi meat made with deboned cold chicken, ham and fresh meat." ”。

As soon as these words came out, the muscles in the corners of Zhao Liang's eyes twitched suddenly, and this time his purse was afraid that it was really going to bottom out.

Just when the two of them walked side by side, walking out a few steps on the bustling street, when Zhao Liang was worried about money, Mu Qingming whispered in his ear again: "By the way, you have to get Liu Yang's detailed file from the police station for me." ”。

Zhao Liang suddenly stopped, and looked at Mu Qingming, who was leisurely eating bayberry, with a surprised gaze. After a slight pause on the other party's face, he asked in a low voice, "What do you want to do here?" ”。

"I'll tell you more about it later." Mu Qingming smiled indifferently and didn't explain too much. His gaze moved intently with the person who walked past Zhao Liang.

Zhao Liang was stunned for a moment, looked as far as his gaze could see, and saw a man in a satin robe walking slowly past him.

The man's face was not very clear, but he was in good shape, there was no trace of bulging fat on his tall body, and the straight robe was covering his body, and even his back looked so energetic. And the ten fingers that he stretched out of the cuffs are also slender and slender, which is very good-looking. And this man let the big girl and little daughter-in-law who passed by can't help but look at the man and stop looking at him a little longer, obviously the man's appearance will not be too bad.

"This Mu Qingming won't like men, right?" Thinking to himself like this, Zhao Liang suddenly felt a chill surging all over his body.

But soon, Zhao Liang found that Mu Qingming beside him was different from those big girls and little daughters-in-law, and he looked at the piano that the man was carrying, wrapped tightly in black cloth.

"What a guqin." After another moment, Mu Qingming withdrew his gaze and muttered to himself.

"You can see that the bag is so tight?" Zhao Liang then asked curiously.

"Of course, there are strict specifications for guqin making. Visually, the guqin is 36.9 inches long, the forehead is 6 inches wide, and the tail is 4.44 inches wide, which is exactly the specification of the crane singing in the autumn moon in the Ming Dynasty. Its length is secretly in line with the Taoist 369 technique, the width of the forehead of the piano is secretly in line with the Liuhe, and the width of the tail is in line with the four spirits and the four elephants in all directions, a good piano. Talking eloquently, Mu Qingming's eyes showed a hint of appreciation.

"Cut, what's the use of that, it's better to eat something good." When Zhao Liang said this, he pulled up Mu Qingming, who was frequently looking back at the man who was carrying the piano in the distance, and walked towards the crowd.

They had only left for a while, and the man with the guqin on his back walked to a tea shed in the opposite direction from them, and after a moment's pause, he walked to the tea shed, found a table with no one and sat down, and said to the stall owner, "Have a cup of tea and put some salt." ”。

The stall owner suddenly looked at him, and saw a handsome and fair cheek, with delicate and three-dimensional facial features, and a pair of bright eyes. But when those eyes met the stall owner, the stall owner immediately felt a chill running down his spine.

After the stall owner greeted each other with a smile, he couldn't help muttering in his heart: "This person's eyes are panicked when he looks at them." ”。

When the stall owner left, the man carrying the qin retracted his gaze, slowly took off the guqin he was carrying behind him, put it on the table in front of him, and stroked the body of the qin with his right hand.

"Boss, let me ask you, are there any descendants of Wang Zhanhai in this city?" Just as the stall owner had brewed the tea he wanted and brought it to him, the man asked immediately after taking out the money.

"Wang Zhanhai? Who's that? The stall owner was stunned for a moment, and after instinctively thinking about it for a while, he didn't expect that there was such a person in this city, and no one he knew was called by this name, so he shook his head at the man who was carrying the piano in a daze.

"Thank you." After the loss in the eyes of the man who carried the piano, he handed the money in his hand to the stall owner.

"Wang Zhanhai, are you talking about the person who helped Mu Ying build Kunming City?" At this moment, an old man sitting alone not far away stroked the white beard on his chin, and answered: "The strange man in the early Ming Dynasty, it is precisely because of his talent that Kunming City has become the only city of turtles and snakes in the land of China, yin and yang, heaven and man, and nature. ”。

As soon as these words came out, the man carrying the piano suddenly showed interest in his eyes and looked at the old man who was speaking. I saw the old man's wrinkled pale face with a pair of thick glasses.

And the eyes behind the glasses showed a faint pedantry.

"Daddy He (the meaning of grandfather in Kunming dialect), do you know Wang Zhanhai?" The stall owner then asked.

The old man bowed his head slightly, and said slowly: "Of course, the old people in Spring City know that the Kunming built by Wang Zhanhai is not a city, but a feng shui array. ”。

"The former dynasty Xiucai, in his fifties, was not promoted, and then the emperor of the Qing Dynasty stepped down." Seeing that the man on the back of the piano was curious about the old man's eyes and stared at the other party, the stall owner leaned down and whispered in his ear.

The old man who spoke was a regular customer of the stall owner, and his family lived nearby, so he knew everything.

But the man who carried the qin was not interested in the stall owner's words, and still stared at the old man, and asked, "Sir is really knowledgeable, why don't you come and drink tea and talk together." ”。

"That's all I know, and I really can't talk about anything else." The old man sneered, waved his hand, and glanced at the other party's guqin.

Why did the man who carried the piano ask Wang Zhanhai? Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.