Yao Qi rolled up his sleeves, rubbed his hands, and smiled ill-intentioned at the corner of his lips: "Really? ”

Xie Mengxia suddenly felt bad, and cringed: "No, no, let's Yungui help me rub it, you, you, you still take good care of your arms and legs." He lowered his voice and muttered, "Don't be arrested when the night detective fails." ”

Yao Qi pursed his lips, sighed, fell on the straw pile on the side, closed his eyes and recuperated.

Leng Linjiang shook his head helplessly and smiled, rubbing Xie Mengxia's waist and eyes, and laughed in a low voice: "You and Ah Ji are in a contract." ”

Xie Mengxia raised his eyebrows: "That is, I have always loved talents." ”

Hearing Xie Mengxia's words, Cheng Chaoyan shook his hand, and rolled his eyes secretly, I am afraid that this wealth is not the other person's talent.

Leng Linjiang rolled his eyes blatantly: "You are Aise." ”

"......" Xie Mengxia said disdainfully: "Is she colorful?" ”

Yao Qi, who suffered an unjustified disaster: "......"

The night is vast, the mountains are deep and quiet, even the mountain breeze is gentle as if there is nothing, there is a faint dim light in the col, flickering between the shadows of the trees, adding a bit of unspeakable weirdness to the deep and quiet mountains.

In the small col there was a small courtyard fenced by a small fence, in which sat three low thatched huts, only one window reflected two lamps, and the rest of the windows were dark.

There were a few flickers of torches in the darkness, and then two short screams rang out, piercing the night with a terrible blow, and in an instant, the night wind blew, and a thick bloody breath spread.

There are two oil lamps lit in the main room, and the smell of oil smoke is so strong that it can smoke people to death, but the lights are on and off, and they are extremely dim, and they have to be put together on the paper to see the words clearly.

This room was the largest of the three thatched huts, but it was still occupied by a clay kang for most of the room, and the rest was only enough for two people to turn around.

The house was deserted, there was no kang at this time, only a thin layer of straw mats was spread on the earthen kang, the straw mats had been yellowed and blackened, and they could afford to be wool, and the cracks were filled with old ash and dirt, and the sides were in tatters.

In the middle of the kang was a boxy elm kang table, a finger-thick crack slanting through the entire tabletop, and the pitted places on the table were also filled with dust and oil stains.

The four legs were a little untidy, and one of them had half a stone underneath.

Wang Xian stood beside the kang gently, looking at Han Changdu, who was sitting cross-legged on the kang, his expression became more and more cramped and serious, and he said in a deep voice: "My lord, it's all solved." ”

Han Changdui lowered his head, wrote something on the tattered old elm kang table, and asked without raising his head, "Spit out?" ”

Wang Xian put a stack of confessions on the boxy kang table, bowed down and said: "These three people are indeed the water bandits of Qingyun Village, this place is the secret post of the village, this is the situation of the village they confessed, the road up the mountain, the sentry posts along the way, and the traps, but they also said that they are just small minions, and they have been doing secret posts on the mountain since entering Qingyun Village, and they have not stayed in the cottage for too long, and they are not very familiar with the situation in the village." ”

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Han Changwan took the confession and looked through it carefully, his eyes deepened, and his expression slowly became solemn: "A few years ago, these people were just a group of robbers

The rabble of the house, someone must have dialed them, so that there is such a meticulous layout today. He paused slightly, closed his confession, raised his eyes to look at Wang Xian, and said with all his thoughts: "The water bandits recruited a fortune teller ten years ago, and only then did they start using girls to sacrifice to the river god. ”

Wang Xian asked puzzledly: "My lord is suspicious, this fortune teller pointed out the people in the cottage." ”

"It's not impossible." Han Changdui said lightly.

Wang Xian condensed and said, "Then my lord, how should we deal with it?" ”

Han Changdui bent his fingers and tapped lightly on the kang table, making a soft sound of tuk tuk.

He pondered for a moment and instructed Wang Xian: "You take a team of internal guards, and carefully investigate according to this confession, remember, just probe, and after the investigation, leave two internal guards to guard secretly, and there is no need to forcibly pull them out." ”

Wang Xian's expression was solemn, he took the confession and read it carefully a few times, memorized the important places by heart, and then cautiously responded yes.

Han Changwan glanced at Wang Xian and said lightly: "You can pick and choose the people yourself for a while, remember to focus on exploration, stability first, no need to force it." ”

Wang Xian breathed a shallow sigh of relief, and then he was relieved.

Since he entered the Department of Internal Guard, he has always been the one who obeys orders, and he has never made up his own mind, let alone brought his subordinates to do things together, and now that this matter is in his hands, he is actually a little uneasy in his heart.

He has always been a cautious man, and he has no self-motivation to compete for fame and fortune, and he thinks a lot about everything, just seeking stability, and when he hears about this errand, he is afraid that his subordinates will not obey the rules and do not obey the orders, and he is afraid that he will destroy the errand and harm people's lives.

And hearing Han Changdui say that he could pick people by himself, and he didn't have to fight with his life, his heart finally fell to the ground.

He should have claimed that it was, but before going out, he turned around again and asked nervously: "My lord, how did you recognize those three people as water bandits, and not ordinary villagers?" ”

Han Changdui bent his fingers and knocked lightly on the table, and said slowly: "They can't even poke a stove fire, the hoes in the courtyard are all new, and they don't even have any soil, if the villagers live like this, they will starve to death a long time ago." ”

Wang Xian was stunned for a moment, then turned around and left.

In a short time, a group of dozens of people passed through the vast night, and the shadows of the fast mountains and rocks and trees flickered faintly, and they did not dare to stop rushing to the mountain for a moment.

At the same time, in the courtyard in the cottage, everyone was drowsy, and the door of one of the rooms quietly opened a gap, and a slender figure flashed out of the crack in the door, and the breath of the whole person suddenly weakened, as if it were blending with the night.

This cottage occupies the entire mountain, starting halfway up the mountain and ending at the top of the mountain, which is covered with dense traps.

The top of the hill looked as if something had been cut off, revealing a huge flat area of artificially created land, slightly undulating, but mostly suitable for building houses.

I don't know how the ancestors of these water bandits found this realm, which can be attacked and defended, and it is a dangerous place that is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and it is indeed naturally suitable for occupying the mountain as the king.

The outermost side of the cottage is densely packed with ordinary houses, which look like ordinary people live, but there are many water bandits and secret sentinels mixed in.

Late at night, the cottage lit up

The dim lights of the stars seemed to be sprinkled in the sky, and the most spacious hall in the village was also brilliantly lit, with a variety of wine and food on several dining tables.

Zhao Yingrong, the owner of Qingyun Village, sat on the top.

Zhao Yingrongsheng's thick eyebrows and protruding eyes, black and shiny beard, and no wrinkles on his face, he looks very young, but those eyes are not as clear and clear as a young man should have, but they are muddy, how do you look like an old man who is over half a hundred years old.

He raised his glass high, facing down, smiled politely and gently, and the posture of the owner of the village was also very low: "Gu Zhenren, I offended before, you have a lot, don't worry about me, a rough person, I will punish myself with three cups and make amends to Gu Zhenren." ”

There is a man who looks like a Taoist priest sitting at the bottom, his back looks like a fairy wind and bones, the shiny black hair is tied on the top of his hair without any mess, and a purple gold copper lotus crown is on the bun, embedded with a round and smooth pearl the size of a thumb, and the bright light is reflected on the top, and the brilliance is circulating, which is particularly eye-catching.

Although the indigo robe on the Taoist priest's body was half-washed and had whitish raw edges, it was neatly ironed without a trace of wrinkles.

He laughed clearly: "Lord Zhao Zhai is too polite, he came uninvited, and he rashly came to visit Master Xue's nephew, which disturbed the cottage, which was too abrupt." ”

After saying that, he looked thoughtfully at the half-open window opposite, his smile was clean, and there was a hint of cunning in his eyes.

Zhao Yingrong looked at the middle-aged scholar sitting opposite the Taoist priest and said with a smile: "Thanks to Mr. Xue's help over the years, I can have today's scenery in this cottage." ”

Hearing this, Xue Shou moved his body quite uncomfortably, looking at the Taoist priest with a little jealousy.

Before the banquet, Zhao Yingrong revealed to him that he wanted to recruit this Taoist priest, hoping that he could help talk together.

But Xue Shou had no bottom in his heart, and he didn't know how to say this, or Xue Shou didn't want this person to stay.

The two of them came from the same school and learned the same, although they had their own strengths, but in the eighteen martial arts, the Ran family accounted for seventeen and a half, and he only accounted for half of them.

Leaving such a demon to grab a job with himself, does he think that his rice bowl is too strong and the rice is too fragrant?

Therefore, he didn't answer Zhao Yingrong's words, but just looked at the Taoist priest in Yushu and sighed: "The little nephew hasn't seen Uncle Gu for several years. ”

The Taoist priest turned his head and touched his cheek, and smiled helplessly: "What kind of demeanor, I'm old, and I have wrinkles on my face." ”

Xue Shou's expression froze, and he subconsciously touched his cheek, he is older than this demon Taoist, can you still see this face?

He raised his eyes and looked at the two men sitting side by side opposite, and vaguely felt that one of them had a face as black as carbon and was very familiar, he frowned and thought for a moment, but he didn't remember that he was ugly, and asked suspiciously: "Uncle Shi, who are these two?" ”

The Taoist priest raised his eyebrows: "Oh, they are my new disciples, the black one is called Bao Cheng, and the white one is called Wang You, the master and nephew look at it, are they gifted, and their bones are strange." ”

Bao Cheng just put the cup to his lips, and when he heard this, he immediately choked and coughed, and smiled awkwardly.

Wang You next to him was much calmer, holding a glass of wine and swallowing slowly.