The ledger sent by the account office in the past few days is getting thicker and thicker. Mu Dianke was in the council hall all day long, and there was a lot of upheaval outside, which did not affect her at all.

The iron guards set up a checkpoint outside the council hall, in addition to guarding against the Chen family coming to make trouble, everyone who came over to check it, and not a single person of right and wrong was allowed to enter the council hall.

is from the beginning to the end of this farce, and Mu Dianke, who is the biggest protagonist, doesn't know it at all.

Chen Jingxi was definitely not forced to death by Chang Qianfo, but the charge of Chang Qianfo being confused by lust was completely confirmed.

You must know how noble the status of the Iron Guard is in Changjiabao. This team was personally trained by Liangqing and Yumin, and Chang Jihai reviewed it regularly, with a strong will and good at fighting, which can be said to be the confidence of Changjiabao in this troubled world.

Such a sharp knife that is easy to unsheath, Chang Qianfo actually used it as a doorman for his sweetheart.

The reason was just that she was afraid that she would be sad when she heard the rumors outside.

Although Jiang Yue and others are respected as elders by Chang Qianfo, they are also subordinates in the final analysis. Chang Qianfo gives face, they are uncles, if they don't give it, they are nothing, this kind of thing is really not easy to interfere with.

The only thing that can be counted on is Ling Fu, who doesn't take it seriously at all, only saying that Chang Qianfo is busy with the plague every day, and he is so anxious that he can't make him worry about this little thing.

Where is this the little thing!

That Mu Si is now living in the council hall, Lang is affectionate, the concubine is intentional, and they are all in the prime of life, one is not good, what can I do if I get a little son?

Ling Fu was holding a teacup and drinking tea, and choked on the words, "Cough, cough, cough, old Jiang, my mind is alive." ”

Jiang Yue also knew that he was old, and it was really inappropriate to say this. But isn't there a hurry? was teased by Ling Fu in public, and his old face turned red at the moment, and he found a step down the stairs, "Gongzi is busy all day this day, and he goes out early and returns late, so I think I think too much." If you say it's okay, then it's okay"

But this heart is always unsteady, and I feel that something is going to happen.

After the turmoil between the Zhu and Chen families subsided, there were fewer account books sent by Shui Huoyan.

Mu Dian finished sorting out the accounts, copied the pulse case, and still had some leisure, so he decided to deduce the Seven Evil Formations that had not yet been completed.

She asked Zhao Ping to bring two truckloads of fine sand from the outside, bounded by a thick wooden plank three feet wide, surrounded on all sides, and built a simple sand pit in the open space outside the door.

Zhao Ping and An Tiru were spreading sand in the courtyard, and Mu Dianke sat under the cloister, holding an abacus in his arms, crackling and dialing the abacus.

Fingers flying, dazzling.

Liao Qiqi came up from behind, stretched his neck and looked at it for a while, but he really couldn't see the reason.

Turning his head and biting the green plum, like a little mouse grinding his teeth, he squeaked and ate sweetly, and asked, "Xiao Nian, do you know martial arts?" ”

"Yes." Mu Dian replied lightly.

"Then it's no wonder." Liao Seventeen said: "How can ordinary people dial the abacus so fast as you, even if your brain can keep up, your hands can't keep up." You must be very good at martial arts, right? In order to achieve this kind of freewheeling, there are no tricks to win. ”

She nodded, "Well, just like Little Blue." ”

Mu Dian couldn't help but laugh. It's Xiaolan again, one day Liao Seventeen doesn't mention Xiaolan, she won't get used to it.

As she thought, although Chang Jiabao was profound, he was not a specialist in Gu cultivation. After Mu Dian Ke proposed to let Liao Seventeen, who was proficient in Gu arts, help cultivate green-eating insects, Chang Qianfo accepted it without hesitation.

Liao Seventeen went to work in Huairentang in order to earn enough money to find a person named Xiaolan. Chang Qianfo not only promised a generous honorarium, but also promised to help find people after the plague. Liao Seventeen didn't allow it, and happily followed him that day.

Most of the time, Liao Seventeen sat at the door with his cheeks back, thinking hard about the two cans of green-eating worm Gu.

I was tired, so I came to talk to Mu Dianke.

The woman who came out of the mountains of Xiangxi was just like the mountains and rivers on that side, with aura all over her body. The throat is sweet and sweet, and the words are more, but it is not annoying.

Mu Dianke listened to her while doing things.

Talking about the mountains and rivers of his hometown, talking about what he saw and heard along the way, the man who talked the most was the man named Xiaolan.

Xiaolan is good-looking, Xiaolan's hands are skillful, Xiaolan's martial arts are good, Xiaolan doesn't like to talk

At this moment, Liao Qiqi's big eyes seemed to reflect the brilliance of the rising sun, and his eyes were full of light like broken gold. Bright, shining, that is the look that a woman can only have when talking about the man she loves.

She has seen such a look from Qu Yu'er and Yun Yang's eyes.

Mu Dianke put the abacus on his lap, looked back at Liao Seventeen, who was full of light, and said with a smile: "It seems that Xiaolan is really a very amazing person." Then why did he leave your stockade? ”

Liao Qiqi sighed and said, "This matter is a long story. In fact, Xiaolan is not from our village, he is not my man, and he has not agreed to marry me. But I think that as long as he lives in the village all the time, I treat him well every day, and I like him so much, he will definitely like me too, right?

But half a year ago, a woman came to Xiaolan and quarreled with her. Later, the woman left, and the next day Xiaolan also left.

Xiaolan said that he was going out to find someone, and I asked him who he was going to look for, and he didn't say. Just said that he was going to a very dangerous place and might never come back. ”

Liao Seventeen Qing Ling Ling's eyes were covered with a haze, and his voice was a little dark: "Xiao Nian, do you think Xiao Lan is really dead?" ”

Mu Dianke thought for a while and asked, "Then do you want to continue looking for him?" ”

Liao Qiqi immediately sat up straight, put away his gloomy mood, and said in a trembling voice:

"Of course I'm going to look for it, I decided when I escaped, I won't go back if I can't find Xiaolan. Even if he dies and only has a pile of bones left, I'm going to take his bones back and bury them. ”

Mu Dian was ridiculous: "Since you have to look for him whether you are dead or alive, then wait until you find him, what do you want to do so much?" ”

Liao Qiqi was happy again, and said with a smile: "Xiao Nian, don't look at you who don't like to talk, you are quite good at persuading." ”

At this time, Zhao Ping and An Tiru had spread out the fine sand in the courtyard and spread it into a ten-foot square sand pit. Mu Dianke got up and broke a willow branch, flew to the top of the sand pit, used the willow branch as a pen, and walked away with a pen. A messy drawing gradually emerged on the bunker, with staccato lines, twisted or straight and sharp, interspersed with some strange symbols, scattered all over the place.

After finishing the book, Mu Dian settled on the edge of the sand pit, stared at it for a while, bent down to smooth out the piece of his left foot, and re-painted.

He lowered his head and dialed the abacus, and then lifted the willow branch and drew a few strokes.

Liao Qiqi caught up and stood on the edge of the pit with Zhao Ping'an Tiru to watch Mu Dianke write. However, the three of them didn't understand the formation, and after watching it for a long time, they didn't figure out the doorway at all.

At this moment, Chang Qianfo returned.

Several people have eyes, you look at me, I look at you, and they disperse very tacitly.

Chang Qianfo walked over with a smile, and saw Mu Dianke squatting on the edge of the sand pit, staring intently at the pattern in front of him, and he didn't know that the green skirt was dragging the ground. The brows frowned slightly, and the sad appearance of the smoke lock made him feel distressed, and he wanted to reach out and smooth out her two smoke-bent eyebrows.

He walked over, gently hugged her from behind, and asked, "What can't you figure out?" ”