"I may be crazy, I actually want to see who the old man Li Goudan is..."Xue Chuan couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart when he thought of these three restaurants with touching names.

"But the environment in the store, aside from the insulting design, is pretty good. Xue Chuan glanced at the facilities in the room, but nodded with satisfaction.

Although the location is not particularly advantageous, at least you can see the night view of the street when you open the window.

There are two small beds inside, which are clean and tidy, and the material of the cotton mattress is also quite soft, so you don't want to stand up when you lie down.

Xue Chuan let himself roll on it a few times, relaxed his body, then rolled over and began to sort out the items in his bag.

First of all, the clothes to be changed, as well as the gold and silver, Xue Chuan carefully counted them, and only after confirming that they were correct did he put his mind at ease, and sat on the bed in a daze boredly.

At this time, Xue Chuan realized a problem in hindsight: he didn't know how to contact Liu Shengyi at all.

Slapping his forehead suddenly, Xue Chuan couldn't help but whisper: "Could it be that everyone who has lived in this guest room will become mentally retarded?

While thinking, Xue Chuan got up and walked to the door, planning to go to the Fang Market to search for Liu Shengyi's traces, so as to prevent this mysterious woman from doing something unconscionable on a whim.

Xue Chuan said in his heart: "She can tie me to a tree and whip me for half an hour, and it is not impossible to hang the vendors who raise prices at the gate of the market..."

The more he thought about it, the more Xue Chuan felt that something was wrong, in case Liu Shengyi was really provoked by an eyeless dumbfounder, it was probably a question of whether the city could still leave a living person.

Just as Xue Chuan walked to the door of the guest room, the hand on the doorknob suddenly paused and did not open the door further.

This was not because Xue Chuan suddenly had an urgency to urinate, but because he noticed that three people were passing by in the corridor outside the door.

The reason why it is said to be three is because Xue Chuan heard two kinds of footsteps, one is submissive, slightly light, should be a delicate woman, and the other is calm and neat, it should be a practitioner who has practiced martial arts for several years.

But the rhythm of the steady footsteps was a little chaotic, and Xue Chuan carefully identified it and found that it was the footsteps of two people.

"Two men and one woman, outflanked before and after, the woman was reluctant to move forward, so her steps were slow, and the man in the rear was indifferent and urging, so there would be a short rush after the slowness..."

With so many years of experience, coupled with Xue Chuan's extremely intelligent mind, this kind of behavioral analysis can almost be said to have become an instinct, so just from the footsteps, Xue Chuan can roughly guess the scene outside the door.

“... Isn't it normal, do you want to go out and have a look?"

Xue Chuan weighed the pros and cons, and finally shook his head, waiting for the footsteps to go away, and then slowly opened the door.

Strictly speaking, Xue Chuan is not a good person, in his eyes, the usual ethics or laws and norms are not so strong, and only his own principles can bind him.

What is the principle? Seek wealth without killing people, do not hurt others if there is no grudge, answer if there is kindness, and repay if there is revenge.

As for this kind of thing, until he understands it clearly, he will not meddle in things because of the sense of justice in his heart.

As the saying goes, more is better than less, and who knows what the relationship between two men and one woman is? Who is good and who is evil? It is obviously not a wise decision to provoke rashly.

Walking out of the door, Xue Chuan locked the door, turned his head by the way, casually glanced at a few rooms not far from the corridor, and secretly judged the approximate distance of the footsteps in his heart, so he had a rough guess about the location of the group.

"However, the top priority is to find Liu Shengyi first, these miscellaneous things... Let's see it again when we have a chance. Xue Chuan said secretly.

Walking downstairs, Xue Chuan casually dealt with the guy whose brain circuits might be a little abnormal, and then walked out of the door of Zhencao Dan Restaurant with his head down, and blended into the crowd in the blink of an eye, and it was difficult to find any traces.

Hiding oneself and turning into an ordinary person is a skill that Xue Chuan has gradually mastered after countless lessons and lessons.

Following the crowd, Xue Chuan roughly observed the direction of the convergence and diversion of the flow of people, and then deduced the location of Fang Shi by contacting their clothes and the things they were holding, so without asking for directions, Xue Chuan naturally walked towards Fang Shi.

Sometimes, mental agility is an enviable advantage. Of course, this kind of advantage placed on Xue Chuan, who is full of cheapness, may also become an extremely disgusting attribute......

So back to the topic of finding Liu Shengyi, in fact, Xue Chuan's concerns are completely superfluous. How could a capable person like Liu Shengyi lose contact with him?

Long before leaving Chai Lu, Xue Chuan's body was marked by Liu Shengyi, as long as she wanted, even if she was dozens of miles away, she could sense Xue Chuan's position, let alone this small city.

And the principle of planting the mark is also very simple, yes, some people should also think of it, Liu Shengyi just found an excuse and beat Xue Chuan to death with a special rattan whip, and successfully planted the mark that lasted for a long time.

If Xue Chuan knew the inside story, he might be so depressed that he grabbed the ground with his head to vent his anger.

On Liu Shengyi's side, she was in a happy mood, anyway, as long as she cast a little spell, she could turn into an ordinary woman, even if Xue Chuan stood in front of her and carefully identified it, she would definitely not be able to recognize it.

It was in this state that Liu Shengyi almost visited all the large and small scattered shops in Fang City, which could be regarded as satisfying his curiosity.

Women, by nature, like to go shopping, even if they just look at it and don't buy it, it's excellent, and a woman like Liu Shengyi, who has been hidden in the world for hundreds of years, is not exempt from vulgarity.

If Xue Chuan is here, it must be incomprehensible: these are obviously ordinary things that ordinary people are looking for, like what kind of clay sculpture and wood carving, what is so strange?

But Liu Shengyi found it interesting by birth, even if it was a puppet that was too common to be common, she couldn't help but come forward and fiddle with it for a long time, maybe this was the nature of the girl's family.

After shopping in this market for a long time, Liu Shengyi wandered around and came to another small street that had not yet been visited, and was about to look around to see what new and small things were there, but he was stopped by a man on the side of the street:

"That little girl over there, please stay!"

The man looked to be in his early forties, wearing a gray linen shirt, sitting on the floor, looking a little ragged, but his face was very attractive, with a sharpness and composure that would be unforgettable at first glance.

Liu Shengyi looked up and found that the man still had a pen holder tied to his waist, holding a brush with a rounded tip in his hand, sitting in front of a piece of rice paper spread out on a stone slab, looking at her with interest.

Seeing that Liu Shengyi had stopped, the man was also overjoyed, and hurriedly continued to shout: "This girl, are you interested in letting me paint for you-"

"No, get out. ”

Liu Shengyi's gaze only paused for a moment on the man's face, and then she lost interest, in her opinion, this is just a down-and-out painter who intends to use the beauty of women to earn some spare money.

The painter was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly, withdrew the hand holding the brush, and sighed: "If you don't paint, you won't paint, why are you so irritable." ”

Liu Shengyi's figure disappeared into the crowd of people on the street, and the painter still sat in place, his eyes casually scanning the crowd, as if he was looking for someone worthy of painting.

"It's going to be useless again. Seeing that the sky was getting darker and darker, the painter could not help sighing, and planned to put away his pen and inkstone, and find a place in the city for the night as usual.

At this moment, the painter's eyes swept over a young figure, and he couldn't help but say "Huh?", stopped packing his things, turned to look at the young man, and said with a smile:

"That boy over there, please stay!"

The young man was standing on the street looking around, but when he heard this, he turned his head and looked a little hesitant when he saw the painter.

The painter seemed to be very excited, and waved his hand enthusiastically again: "That's right, it's you, come on, young man, come here!"

The young man hesitated for a moment, but walked over to the painter, and after a while, he came to the painter, squatted down, and said in confusion, "Is there something wrong?"

The painter smiled heartily: "Young man, are you interested in letting me paint a picture for you?"

After hearing this strange question, the young man's first reaction was to ask:

"Do you want to collect money? If you don't collect money, I'm fine. ”

The painter's face froze, and he said embarrassedly: "This, I also want to make a living..."

When the young man heard this, he got up and left: "Oh, then goodbye." ”

"Eh, slow, slow!" The painter suddenly became anxious, and hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed the young man's sleeve, and said with a smile: "No money, no money, you just give me a sip of wine to drink, I haven't tasted wine for two or three days." ”

The young man looked him up and down, and after a while, he squatted down again: "Okay, a sip of wine and a painting is not a loss." ”

The painter smiled, rolled up his sleeves, and asked, "Housheng, what's your name?"

"What does this have to do with you painting me?" the young man raised an eyebrow.

"Of course it has to do with it!" The painter is the most charming, and if you don't know the names of the people in the painting, this painting lacks a sense of spirit, which is no different from a piece of waste paper!" the painter hurriedly explained.

"Hmm... It's the first time I've heard of such a statement...", the young man touched his chin, and didn't seem to question it.

The painter smiled proudly: "Yes, this is my unique secret, and others can't learn it! Come, Housheng, tell me what your name is?"

The young man hesitated for a moment and said, "Xue Chuan." ”