The next day, someone visited the village, and a thin sticker was presented in a delicate wooden box.

The box is of hematite wood, which is as hard as stone and is more expensive than gold.

Shi Gong flicked the lid of the box and smiled: "It's so generous." ”

A sword is carved into the lid.

There is only a sword, no scabbard.

This is the sign of the North Sword Pavilion, I have seen it in many places, on those flags, on the gates......

"Let's see."

I opened the box, took out the sticker and handed it to my master.

My grandfather beckoned me to watch together.

The post was written very politely, saying that he had admired the reputation of the master for a long time, and he came to visit him through your place. But that's all it takes to follow...... What is written on the back is that Ling Disciple Sun got lost and was taken in by me......

The cheeks of the people in the rivers and lakes are really thick, and they write the deceitful captives so high-sounding, righteous and stern. If you peel it off, it actually means that your apprentice is in my hands, and I have something to make a deal with you now.

Although there is nothing written in the back, "If you know each other, you will be safe" and "Otherwise, if this child has three long and two short, you can watch and do it yourself", but does this still need to be written?

Who is not a fool, and he is not the first day to come out and mix the rivers and lakes.

"Please come in."

I whispered, "I'll go behind the paintings." ”

In the hall where the guests are entertained, there is a quiet room behind the paintings, and the movement outside can be heard clearly. The people of the Northern Sword Pavilion thought that they had taken me, and they came to the door to threaten the master. If I were standing here, I wouldn't be able to say what they were saying.

Shi Gong nodded.

I entered the ashram and listened to the sound of footsteps outside, and someone had already come in.

I looked out through the peephole in the wall.

From my point of view, I saw exactly the front of the visitor.

The man who came in was dressed in a fox fur as black as ink, and his face was like a beautiful jade, and there was no trace of time at all.

At all times, this man's demeanor is of the same order.

It can be called golden.

It is said that until now. The master of the Northern Sword Pavilion is also the person in the deep dreams of many women.

"Brother Ji, I haven't seen you for many years, and you are still the same as back then."

Shigong just bowed his hand lightly, unceremoniously: "What about my apprentice?" ”

Wen Fei smiled slightly: "Miss Qi also came to the North Sword Pavilion as a guest back then, and Neiko was very close to her, and wanted to stay with her for a few more days." ”

Tricksters.

The puppet they took away has always been only sleeping, and he has no choice but to cast his son.

After many years, Wen Fei's appearance is still vaguely the same as in the old days.

But I don't think I've ever really known this person.

In the water pavilion of Tujiazhuang. The boy who came out of a painting was like a young man......

After many years, he doesn't recognize me anymore. I don't remember him anymore.

That passage now looks like an old painting, the paper has long been damaged and yellowed in the dust, and the person in the painting is no longer the same as it used to be.

"Ming people don't say dark words, you husband and wife have always been unprofitable and can't afford to be early. What to do in this small place of Sand Lake? ”

In fact, the master didn't open this mouth first, and let Wen Fei say it first. This kind of thing is like this, whoever can't hold his breath first will inevitably be held hostage by the other party.

Of course, I am not in the hands of Wen Fei now.

And the temper of the master will not be false and wronged with others.

Wen Fei took something out of his arms. There was a slight sound, and it seemed to be paper.

Yes, it's paper.

A few thin sheets of paper. It looks like it's been a few years old, but it's very well preserved.

"Brother Ji is the head snake here, I don't know where this picture is drawn, have you seen it?"

Shigong looked down.

I could see what was going on in the hall, but I couldn't see what was on the paper.

But. What can make Wen Fei so worried......

When it comes to wealth, he already has everything. To talk about potential. Except for the Wild Goose Tower, there is no rival.

What else is he asking for?

Seeking the position of the first person in the world?

Or, as he had said before, what he was asking for was the way of the Sword Immortal?

No...... Although no one in the world knows how the Sword Immortal should attain the Dao, I can conclude that a person like Wen Fei can only roll in the mortal world until he dies.

Shigong didn't speak, and Wen Fei said meaningfully: "Brother Ji take a closer look, don't be careless and regret it." ”

"Don't you recognize this place?" Shigong raised his head and pointed to the open window: "You look there." ”

Shi Gong built this mountain villa in Yunxian in Shahu Lake, by the mountain and lake, in the morning and evening, the smoke floats, and Yunxian is worthy of its name.

I've lived here for so long, and I really haven't looked carefully at this place.

Winter in Sand Lake has never been so cold, and the first snow has already fallen.

I didn't see any difference, and Wen Fei obviously didn't see it either.

"Brother Ji, don't sell Guanzi...... This is not at all similar to the mountains and rivers in the painting. ”

Shigong didn't say anything, but reached out and tapped twice on the paper.

Wen Fei looked down again, his eyes suddenly lit up: "...... here" He frowned, as if he still hadn't figured it out.

I'd like to pull those pieces of paper over and see what was drawn on them.

"It's not one picture, look here, it's three or four pictures reprinted together."

Wen Fei suddenly understood, and his brows also relaxed: "Then don't bother the two masters, please ask Brother Ji to redraw the original graphics." ”

Shi Gong glanced at him, called someone to prepare pen and ink, spread out a piece of paper, and sure enough, he drew another picture as he said. After the drawing, I picked up the paper, and I didn't know whether I wanted it or not, and gently shook it towards me.

In this instant, I could already see the figure drawn on it.

I remember once when I was sorting out the bookcase for my master, I saw one of his paintings, which depicted a sand lake overlooking from a high place. The shape of the silhouette is vaguely similar to the one above.

The paper was spread out on the case again, and Wen Fei carefully compared it with the old picture in his hand.

"Sure enough, it's here."

But Wen Fei couldn't let go of his master so easily, and sure enough, he said: "Brother Ji has good eyesight, and he can draw the original picture in such a bunch of intricate and chaotic lines." I don't know where the rest of the pictures are? ”

Shi Gong pursed his lower lip.

I know he's getting impatient.

I'm also impatient.

Shi Gong unfolded another piece of paper and traced it carefully on the old picture.

In fact, Shigong knows, Wen Fei knows, and I know.

What Wen Fei brought must be something of the utmost importance.

Although he couldn't solve the mystery himself, he had to turn to his master for help. But what about after the fact?

Shigong has already seen a big secret of his, and he will definitely not want this secret to be leaked.

So he will definitely not let go of the crucial chip in his hand. Even if all the requirements he made were fulfilled, Wen Fei would eventually must-

Kill somebody to do away with a witness.

That's the first thing that comes to mind.

Or, use some other means to coerce him for a lifetime, so that the master will be subservient to him.

It's like ...... Wen Fei's father dealt with Aunt Yue at that time, ruining her reputation and cutting off her way back......

Just as he did to me that day.

It was as if something was rushing out of the depths of memory, with an old smell of dust and blood.

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The fever has subsided, but the throat is not good. Whining.. (To be continued)