In the next few days, I had a close relationship with Elder Zhang Wuying of the Beggar Gang, as a representative of the Beggar Gang's participation in the cause of chasing wind, this person gave me the impression that it was quite reliable, and the reason why I felt reliable was mostly because of his age, according to his own account, he was sixty-two years old this year, but Changgui privately exposed that he was actually seventy-two years old. I was shocked that this old man had lied about being ten years old.

In the wind-chasing room, Elder Wuying sat on a chair with white hair like a chicken nest, his clothes ragged and his expression tired.

Elder Wuying said: "Brother Jiang, the old man doesn't want to drink today.

My hand as I poured the wine hung in the air, and I asked with great interest, "Oh, I wonder what the elder wants to drink?"

He lifted his left leg and put it on the chair, touched his white beard and said: I don't know if Little Brother Jiang has goat's milk here?

I shook my head.

Elder Wuying said: If there is no goat's milk, milk is fine, and the old man just wants to drink milk. When I was a child, I didn't know that milk was precious, and goat's milk milk was drunk with my husband, in fact, my favorite drink was milk tea

I said: The cattle in Chang'an are all buffaloes, and everyone has always only eaten beef, and no one has ever seen milk drink milk, let alone milk tea.

Elder Wuying smiled bitterly: It's the old man who is confused.

I said, "Ah, if the milk of cows and sheep is drinkable, is it also possible to drink the milk of horses, mules and pigs?"

Elder Wuying stared at me with wide eyes, his cloudy pupils gradually narrowing.

Elder Wuying said: No, never, never.

I laughed and handed over a cup of tea and a plate of peach crisp.

I comforted: Although there is no milk tea in the shop, there is everything in the best tea.

Elder Wuying is not from Chang'an, his father is a barbarian, and his mother is from Chang'an, but it is a pity that he has no chance to return to his homeland after being captured by his father to the barbarians. And when he was fifteen years old, he returned to Chang'an by mistake with the triumphant army of our country due to a war, the Chang'an that he missed day and night in his mother's heart. People wander and wander, and in the end they will still miss the place where he was born and raised, for Elder Wuying, no matter how good Chang'an is, it is not his hometown, there is no grassland, no milk tea, and no family.

I put the pre-counted gold into the money bag, and dangled the drawstring above the money bag in front of Elder Wuying's eyes.

I said, "It's time to get down to business, what happened to the matter I gave you to investigate?"

Elder Wuying said: Naturally, the investigation is clear and clear, otherwise I would not have come to see you.

As soon as his hand was released, the money bag fell straight into the palm of Elder Wuying's hand, he weighed it and stuffed it into his arms with a smile, and at the same time took out a picture album and spread it out on the desk. Because the level of education of the beggar gang is generally not high, most of them are illiterate, and the disciples of the beggar gang who can read the notice on weekdays are considered quite educated. The beggar gang is different from Shaolin, not whoever knows more words will mix well, and the elders of the beggar gang often hang on the lips of a sentence is: What is the use of reading more books, can books be eaten as food?

It's true that books can't be eaten, but books can wipe your buttocks.

According to the rules of the beggar gang, if you want to be a leader, you must first start from the grassroots level, beg for two years in a down-to-earth manner, and only after having practical experience can you advance step by step. This is not absolute, and there is a shortcut to become the son-in-law of the gang leader and ascend to the sky directly. It's a pity that Yao Dawan only has one daughter, and after being picked up cheaply by Changgui, this road became a dead end.

I pointed to a stickman with two pigtails and asked him what it was.

Elder Wuying said: People.

I said: nonsense, I mean who is this?

Elder Wuying said, "Tsk, it's not you who asked us to investigate your sister, who else can this pigtail be besides her?"

I looked at the two pigtails playfully, and then pointed to another stickman with a half-bald hairstyle.

Elder Wuying said: This is a native of Dongying, Shuichi Ida.

I said, "Well, I've seen Ida, and this hairstyle is very expressive.

Elder Wuying said: "That's for sure, the person who holds the pen is the recognized soul painter of our beggar gang - Little Fat Fat.

There are two understandings of soul painters, one is to be able to draw the soul of a person, and the other is to send the soul to paint. Obviously, Chubby falls into the latter category.

I asked again: What do you mean by a bird standing on both of their heads??

Elder Wuying said, "Ah, where is this bird, this is an eagle, representing the Flying Eagle Gang."

I stared at the album in amazement, trying to organize the logical relationships that the pictures presented.

I asked: You mean my sister got together with Shuichi Ida?

Elder Wuying wiped the peach crisp residue on his mouth, took a sip of tea, and said: You see that this painting is not very expressed, and the two of them are so close that they have a great relationship.

I said, "No way, she's already married."

Elder Wuying slapped his palm on his thigh excitedly, and looked at me with a look of hatred.

Elder Wu Ying said: This relationship does not mean that it must be that aspect, I mean something else.

I asked: What do you mean by something else?

Elder Wuying said, "Wait, turn the page back."

I stared at him with my cheeks back, and nine times out of ten the old fellow had forgotten the words.

The album turned a page, and an amazing picture appeared on it, Jiang Hua was sitting in the position of the leader of the Flying Eagle Gang, and Ida Shuichi was squatting at her feet and didn't know what she was doing.

I poked my finger at the stickman of Shuichi Ida and asked: What does this mean, could it be that this guy is washing Jiang Hua's feet? Ah, is the relationship so close?

Elder Wuying said: Nonsense, where there is a foot basin, you will see it as washing your feet, this picture clearly means to bow down to the minister.

I leaned closer to the album and looked at it closely, the tip of my nose almost touching the paper.

Elder Wuying said: The old man is also surprised, the leader of this Flying Eagle Gang is actually your sister Jiang Hua, and Shuichi Ida is just the deputy gang leader. I remember that when Yu Fei was still alive, the old man heard that the Flying Eagle Gang had a mysterious deputy gang leader, and now it seems that it is undoubtedly Shuichi Ida, but the old man doesn't understand why this Shuichi Ida wants to bow down to a woman, and it is not a problem to sit in the position of the leader of the gang with his own ability.

After speaking, he sighed again and again, picked up a piece of peach cake and blocked his mouth.

I rubbed my temples and my head hurt terribly, and the fragments of my memories were constantly swirling and reorganizing in my mind, and I always felt that something was not quite right. She didn't seem surprised when I rushed to rescue Jiang Hua and Yu Fei's wedding two years ago, could it be that she had already expected that I would take her away? But why did Master insist on letting me take Bai Feng out of the valley to find Jiang Hua, and what did the Jianghu Rebellion have to do with Jiang Hua?

I kept thinking about the past, delusionally looking for clues from the cracks of my memory, and unconsciously cold sweat trickled around.

Elder Wuying patted me on the back and shouted repeatedly, "Little Brother ......Jiang?"

Beads of sweat rolled down my forehead like red beans, and my close-fitting cotton shirt was soaked, making me even colder, and I curled up on the ground and tossed and turned, in pain.

Elder Wuying said: Little Brother Jiang, what the hell is wrong with you, ah, your face is so pale, ah, how did your pupils turn red-

I gritted my teeth and shouted: Leave me alone, you-go-

Elder Wuying's voice trembled and said: Nonsense, you are like this, how can the old man pat his ass and leave.

The chamber was dimly lit, and the candle flames reflected on the uneven walls to form many apparitions, including tigers, pythons, and many strange creatures. I glared at the vision in front of me with scarlet eyes, drew my dagger from my bosom and rushed to fight it. I kept wielding my dagger and slashing across the walls, the stone walls making a high-pitched hiss. Soon, my limbs began to twitch, and my body seemed to be torn in half by a pair of invisible hands. Elder Wu Ying tried to relieve the pain by sealing some of my acupuncture points, but it didn't work in the slightest, but instead caused me to vomit several mouthfuls of blood in a row.

I wonder if this old man is dizzy and pressed the wrong acupuncture point.

Elder Wuying exclaimed: Your hands!

I looked towards my arm, and I was amazed to see that the skin of half of my arm had become thin and translucent, like a thin veil in the moonlight, and the veins under the veil were clearly visible.

My face was full of horror, and the dagger slipped from my palm.

But half a pillar of incense, I was tortured more haggard and weak than the seventy-year-old man in front of me, as the saying goes, illness is like a mountain, in my case it is not just a mountain, almost the sky is cracking, tsunami landslide. Every time I thought I would collapse with it, but I didn't expect my life to be big, and I didn't die from a small collapse to a big one. This means that as long as there is still breath in the years to come, we must always be ready for the next landslide.

I lay on the ground with my breath dying, my loose hair sticking to my forehead.

Elder Wuying moved to my side and leaned in front of me and asked, "Little Brother Jiang, are you done with this illness?"

I replied weakly: It may be over, or it may not be over.

Elder Wuying said: "Oh, my little ancestor, if you come again, the old man's life will also be taken together.

I said: It's not a big problem, it's just that the process is scary, but in fact, you can't die.

Elder Wuying said: The old man is going to be scared to death by you.

I looked down and saw that the half of the treacherous arm had returned to its normal complexion, and I was secretly relieved. Thinking about the fierceness of today's evil disease, he is also very resolute.