The people who can enter this secret dark room are all generations of slaves of the Meng family, and they are the most loyal and reliable. They have been trained since childhood, can read ten lines at a glance, and have an extremely strong memory, are good at deduction, and can extract the truth from the details.

Meng Shuilan was not idle, she walked directly to the back file shelf, and only stopped when she found the martial arts account about sixteen years ago, tilted her neck slightly, and looked at it carefully. The serious expression, faintly revealing a trace of respect for these words, is by no means the same as the usual peacock screen.

As soon as Meng Shuilan stretched out his hand, he took out eight files accurately and disorderly, hugged them in his arms, put them on a few, and then gritted his teeth and sat on the futon, turning over a file with both hands and quickly browsing it!

He reads very quickly.

Those top dust sweepers, but ten lines at a glance, he is a whole page, and two full pages! This ability to read left and right is staggering.

is so tough, so rigorous, and completely different from the playful and angry scolding he usually shows.

At this moment, Meng Shui's blue eyes were serious, without the slightest self-righteousness. The face, which was as eye-catching as the bright moon, was unconsciously coated with a layer of brilliance, and people couldn't take their eyes off it.

It is said that serious women are the most beautiful, and in the same way, serious men are also fascinating.

The sun was offset, but the people in the secret room didn't know what hunger was, and they still looked at it carefully and sketched it casually.

On the duster's paper, arcs appeared, and groups of small words of notes, as well as strange-looking symbols.

Six dust sweepers, with tacit understanding.

Six pieces of paper, tossing and turning in each other's hands, some of the dots that were outlined overlapped together, and they were clicked with a red pen.

The sky was gradually dyed with ink, and Meng Shuilan's side had accumulated a lot of files, like a hill.

He buried himself in the dossier like a bookworm.

When he closed the file, his eyes fell on the charcoal, and he was a little distracted.

In the middle of the night, he hooked the tip of the charcoal pen with his index finger. The charcoal pen spun around the white paper, leaving a trail in circles.

Meng Shuilan hooked the corners of her lips and said unclearly: "There is a trace to follow." ”

At this time, the six dust-sweepers had already gathered together, pointing at the paper in each other's hands, sketching and talking.

After a while, the six dust sweepers stood up and came to Meng Shuilan's front and saluted respectfully.

The dust sweeper at the head held a picture scroll and said, "Pavilion Master, Tang Buxiu has already found clues. ”

Meng Shuilan picked up the charcoal pen and wrote four words on the white paper - silent.

The dust sweepers showed a look of worship and praised one after another: "The pavilion master is talented. ”

The dust sweeper at the head said: "The pavilion master has two pages at a glance, the fallen leaves know the autumn, and he is as careful as dust, which is really the blessing of Baichuan Pavilion." ”

Meng Shuilan was not complacent, but frowned, and said, "This matter is very important, and we need to be cautious." ”

The dust sweeper at the head nodded and said, "What the pavilion master said is true. Six years ago, Wu Gui, a waterway hero, once told his juniors after being drunk that the weapon that killed people silently was a thing like an arrow, which was thin and sharp, full of human blood but not sticky. And, by chance, he also collected one. The style of the weapon is exactly the same as what the pavilion master painted. It's just that it's more than twice as big. Ten years ago, a down-and-out scholar sold a picture of a person, claiming that it was silent. However, no one in the rivers and lakes dares to admit it. The old pavilion owner bought it for two taels of silver and collected it here. Unfold the scroll in his hand and show it to Meng Shuilan.

At the same time, another duster also unfolded the picture scroll drawn by Meng Shuilan.

The man painted by the down-and-out scholar was a young man of only sixteen or seventeen.

He was dressed in a black stub with meticulously buttoned up. His hair was meticulously combed, and his body stood straight like a javelin. The expression seemed serious, but in fact, there was a hint of a smile in his eyes, revealing the novelty of new things.

This is a heroic black-clothed young man, although he is not wearing a fancy costume, but he gives people a sense of déjà vu in fresh clothes.

The temperament of the young man in black is really different from the current Tang Buxiu. The two faces are only six points alike. However, the strange thing is that others can see at a glance that this is the same person. Of course, the premise is that the two paintings must be put together to make people marvel at the magic of the years.

I have to say that the painting skills of the down-and-out painter and Meng Shuilan are among the best. They painted Tang Buxiu of different ages very vividly.

The dust-sweeper at the head said: "There are many records about the silence of people in the rivers and lakes, but they are all known through other people's rumors. Sixteen years ago, Wen Ren silently challenged the six major factions and became famous. What is left behind is the stigma of bloodthirstiness. People who have seen him in the rivers and lakes say that he is full of evil, bloodthirsty and ruthless, and there are corpses everywhere he passes. But because of his martial arts, he was unavoidable. ”

Another dust-sweeper said: "According to the down-and-out scholar, the characters painted on that painting are indeed when they first entered the rivers and lakes silently. At that time, Wen Ren was silent and did not entangle, and asked him if he wanted to accept calligraphy and paintings. The scholar didn't want to accept the silent calligraphy and paintings, but when he saw that he had a good appearance, he gave him ten copper plates, told him to stand up, and let himself paint. Three months later, the reputation of the silent people became famous. The scholar did not dare to take out the scroll to sell it, for fear of angering the people in the rivers and lakes. Six years passed, and the scholar was down, so he took out the scroll and sold it. But because no one believed this statement, everyone called the scholar a liar. In a fit of rage, the scholar put away the scroll. The old pavilion master happened to pass by and bought it back for two taels of silver. ”

Meng Shuilan stretched out her hand to take the scroll, looked at it carefully, and finally smiled, and said, "Ancestor of Endless, your portrait is only worth two taels of silver." ”

The dust-sweeper at the head continued: "Pavilion Master, when the Endless Ancestor kills, he moves extremely fast, and he doesn't like to hear the sound. If someone speaks, he will raise his middle finger and touch his lower lip with the tip of his finger to signal silence. This person can challenge the six major sects with the strength of one person, and his strength should not be underestimated. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a martial arts wizard. ”

Meng Shuilan hooked her lips and said, "If he is incompetent, it will not make the entire martial arts afraid of three points." He pointed to the silent words with his index finger, "This time, it's going to be lively." ”

The dust-sweeper at the head said: "If this news is released, the rivers and lakes will definitely set off an uproar." The six major sects are still there, and the original blood debt must be repaid in blood. ”

Meng Shuilan frowned slightly, and muttered, "Tang Buxiu...... Silent ...... ”

The dust-sweeper at the head said: "Tang Buxiu and Tang Jia are good at using poison, and in the rivers and lakes, poison can be used like fire, only Tang Men also." However, there are no details to verify this matter. One hundred and fifty years ago, after the Tang Sect's main house was destroyed, some side branches disappeared and lived in seclusion. The old pavilion master once left a beacon bird, which recorded the clues of the Tang Gate. ”

Meng Shuilan nodded and said, "The Lord of the Autumn City gave one thousand taels of silver to buy the clues of the Tang Sect." His brows furrowed, he pondered for a moment, and asked, "Does Tang Jiaren have any information?" ”

Another dust-sweeper replied, "Go back to the Pavilion Master." Tang Jiaren first entered the rivers and lakes, in addition to pretending to be the sixth prince, she also had contact with many martial arts heroes. In this matter, the cabinet master should know more about the details. As for the rest, there is no information about it. But...... When he heard the silent blood of Changshengmen, he took away Liu Fusheng, the first beauty in the rivers and lakes...... Stretching out his hand to present a picture scroll, "Pavilion master, please see, this is the portrait of Liu Fusheng, the wife of the master of Changmei Gate and the first beauty in the rivers and lakes." ”

Meng Shuilan's hand that took the scroll trembled obviously, but she still took the scroll into her hand and slowly unfolded it.

In the picture, a woman with peerless elegance is smiling with flowers. The beautiful face, slender waist, seemingly pure and flawless, but the eyes that imply charming style, make people breathe, and have to give a thumbs up and praise: worthy of being the first beauty in the rivers and lakes! Meng Shuilan stared at the painting for a long time.

The dust-sweeper at the head smiled: "The beauty of Liu Fusheng can set off a catastrophe in martial arts. thinks about how many Junjie fought for her at the beginning. If she gives birth to a daughter, she will give it to the lord of the pavilion, and it will be very worthy. ”

Another dust-sweeper said: "Liu Fusheng is the aunt of the Lord of Autumn City, and she once promised that if she gave birth to a daughter, she would promise to be a lady to Lord Qiu City. ”

Meng Shuilan raised her eyes to look at the dust-sweeper who said this, then lowered her head, looked at the scroll carefully, and said, "It's not like it." ”

The dust-sweeper who sent Liu Fusheng's picture scroll said: "Tang Jiaren and Liu Fusheng are indeed not very similar. ”

Meng Shuilan asked, "Then why are you frowning?" ”

The dustsweeper replied, "It's because it's not like it." If the two are similar, there is more content to be mined. ”

Meng Shui rolled the scroll on the scroll, swept it in his hand, threw it to the dust sweeper, and said, "Return to the place." ”

The six dusters replied, "No." ”

Just like when they entered, the six of them quietly put the file back in place, and their movements were orderly and there was no clutter.

Meng Shuilan also reset her own files one by one, and it was exactly the same.

After everything was cleaned up, Meng Shuilan clasped his fists at the six dust sweepers and said, "There is labor." ”

The six dust sweepers immediately returned the salute and said one after another, "Don't dare." ”

Meng Shuilan said: "Everyone, please go back." ”

The six dust-sweepers gave a great salute again, and then they left the secret room and went back to the house to rest in the night.

Meng Shuilan closed the secret room, returned to the study, took out a beacon bird, used a mouse to occupy the ink, and wrote down four words: Hear people silently.

He looked at the four little words and was a little distracted, he didn't know what he was thinking, and occasionally Tang Jiaren's bright smiling face could pop up in his mind, as well as ...... She jumped into the river and joined him in dealing with the killer; and the way she looked when she picked up the ladder and sent him to the window of the second prince.

The world says that women's tears are the most touching and pitiful.

But he felt that the sweat of Tang Jiaren had a kind of fragrance, refreshing and heartwarming.

If the people in the rivers and lakes learn that they have heard that the people have reappeared silently, they will definitely set off a bloody storm. That bad thing who is stupid and sometimes a ghost will definitely be by his side and never leave him.

Never give up......