This time, Zhang Yuan was not left to dry overnight in Huo's house, and when he chased after him, Huo Lian was dismounting and walking into the yard.

"Hodudu." Zhang Yuan shouted outside the door.

Huo Lian looked back and asked Zhu Chuan to let people in.

"What, Lao Zhang, do you still want us to help?" Zhu Chuan said with a smile.

Zhang Yuan ignored him and saluted Huo Lian: "Huo Dudu, the characteristics of the ink disciples you said last time are not very kind, wearing straw sandals, there are people wearing straw shoes everywhere in the world." ”

Zhu Chuan laughed on the side.

Huo Lian also smiled, still smiling very briefly, flashing at the corners of his mouth and eyes.

"Then I'll tell you one more." He said, as if he thought about it, "Eat very simply, like a beggar, so Momen has another name, called Beggar's Gate." ”

This time, Zhang Yuan left without turning around, and went all over the street to catch beggars, frowning and saying: "Huo Dudu, this is the same as wearing straw sandals, there are many people in the world who eat simplely." ”

There are many people who can't eat and have to eat coarse tea, and some people have personal preferences, such as that Liu Yan is not as good as a beggar.

Zhu Chuan laughed.

Huo Lian also laughed again.

"Yes, that's what makes it difficult for the ink disciples." "They're everywhere," he said. ”

Yes, that's true, Zhang Yuan checked this paragraph and learned a lot about the Mo disciples, and it is indeed a mixture of three religions and nine streams.

"However, it's easy to check." Huo Lian said again.

Zhang Yuan looked at him.

"Momen claims to do the right thing for heaven, and where the wicked are, they will appear." Huo Lian said, stretching out her hand and pointing at herself, "For example, me, so you keep an eye on me, and when they come to kill me, you can catch them." ”

Laughing.

Zhu Chuan smiled and held his stomach: "That's right, I said it a long time ago, Lao Zhang, you just follow us." ”

Zhang Yuan's face was pale, and he scolded in his heart, this birdman and the governor are really not things.

He stopped talking, turned and walked away.

Huo Lian didn't let anyone stop him, and Zhang Yuan walked out of the Metropolitan Inspectorate smoothly.

There was no one in front of the gate of the Metropolitan Inspectorate, this place was already remote, and with the nickname Yama Palace, the people who needed to pass by also took a detour.

At this time, there were several errand officers standing in the alley not far away.

Although he is also a member of the Yamen, he is cramped and uneasy standing here.

Finally seeing Zhang Yuan, several people hurriedly lowered their voices and shouted, "Boss." ”

Zhang Yuan walked over.

"Boss, what are you doing here?" An errand officer asked.

Another messenger muttered: "You came here just after the news of the murderer, no wonder others misunderstood that we were working for the Metropolitan Inspectorate." ”

"I've come to ask Huo Dudu for some details about the ink disciples." Zhang Yuan said, "I'm not here to report to him." ”

When he said this, the world may not believe it, but it doesn't matter, he must catch the murderer anyway.

"How's that going?" The officers asked.

Asked a bunch of nonsense.

Zhang Yuan's expression was a little complicated, but his eyes lit up again, although the birdman said it in a fog, it also reminded him to think of a way.

He looked at the portraits held by the officers in their hands, stretched out his hand and nodded: "Let this murderer fall into the net." ”

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......

Gao Xiaoliu looked at the narrow gap in the dark room of the gambling house. The gap is for ventilation and is no more than the width of the palm of your hand.

Is the servant made of water? Can this be drilled out?

"Think you're amazing? Omnipotent? Gao Xiaoliu sneered and kicked on the narrow slit.

The narrow slit should shatter.

Zhike hurriedly stepped forward: "Childe, don't hurt your feet." ”

Gao Xiaoliu still couldn't understand his hatred, and kicked a few times until the narrow crack turned into a crack.

"I told him what the situation was, and he dared to run around." He hated and scolded, "Does he think that we have not fallen enough, and we have not died enough?" ”

"The people recruited by the halls in these remote places are scattered." Zhike whispered, "I don't understand anything." ”

I don't listen to anything.

Gao Xiaoliu is not an elder or a hall master, let alone a head, he doesn't have any order letter in his hand, it's okay here in the capital, but the countrymen from Dongtang don't listen to him at all.

"Don't worry, Childe, find the person first, there is news on the market, and the servants are also eyeing him." Zhike said.

Gao Xiaoliu was about to say something, and a handyman hurriedly came in.

"Childe, the master is awake."

The anger on Gao Xiaoliu's face disappeared, and he sighed helplessly: "My father can really sleep, so sleepy, this business will fail sooner or later." ”

Zhike smiled even more and said, "There is a son, the master is not worried." ”

In the third year of Jianping, meteorite fell from the sky, the head of the sect cast an artifact for His Majesty, and the five elders of Momen gathered in Jindi.

The king of Jin rebelled, the court was exterminated, the head and the four elders died, and the high elders of the capital fought desperately, and passed the order of the head to disperse all the disciples.

Elder Gao's order cut off the imperial court's investigation in time and saved the lives of the disciples in the door, but he himself was seriously injured.

Fortunately, there was a famous doctor in the door who saved his life, but his soul was unstable, and he often fell asleep, and he could wake up two or three days a month.

The Gao family's house was behind the Huixian Tower, and Gao Xiaoliu walked through the courtyards and came to his father's side.

It was a simple room, with a set of tables and chairs, and a wooden bed, on which lay a chubby old man, dressed in a blue robe with patches on his cuffs.

The owner of the most business-friendly Huixian Lou in the world, everyone has forgotten his name, and only knows the nickname of the rich man.

The rich man made countless money, but he was extremely stingy, wearing old clothes and eating leftovers.

It may be that God can't look past it, so he raised a son who is extremely wasteful of spending money.

Gao Xiaoliu walked in and made the whole room glow with gold.

The rich man took a breath between his teeth and closed his eyes.

"Hey." He said, "Wear gold and silver all day long, and don't you get tired of hanging it on your body?" ”

Gao Xiaoliu turned a deaf ear, sat directly on the chair next to the bed, cocked his feet, and pointed to the straw sandals.

"Straw sandals made of gold." He said, "Let those who want to arrest me with straw sandals be confused, and if I follow those old rules, I will be arrested and sent to prison." ”

The rich man could not even look at the straw sandals made of gold, waved his hand to let him put them down, and recited a few sins before saying: "Squat in prison, squat, what's the big deal, I have never heard of a conviction for wearing straw sandals." ”

He held out his hand.

The acquaintance who followed in hurriedly stepped forward to help the rich man up, skillfully placed the pillows, and then brought the tea on the table.

The rich man sat down on the bed and took a sip of tea.

"Dad, it's time to change the old rules." Gao Xiaoliu pouted and said, frowning again when he said this, "There are no rules now." ”

The rich man said, "Don't talk nonsense. Speaking of which, "What's the matter?" ”

Zhike hurriedly told the recent events one by one, from Jiaozhou Lingren entering Beijing to kill people, to Xitang suddenly coming back to life.

The rich man listened with relish.

"It's been a long time since it's been this fun." "The days I woke up were no different from falling asleep," he said. ”

His slightly cloudy eyes were a little stunned.

"These days, it's finally a bit like it used to be."

Gao Xiaoliu frowned: "Dad, do you think this is a good thing?" ”

"Of course it's a good thing." The rich man said, "Sure enough, I am a man of my generation, fearless and fearless, and go forward and succeed." ”

Gao Xiaoliu sighed: "It's the trouble of the former servants, Dad, you are happy first, and I will find a way to keep this scurrying servant." ”

The rich man shook his head: "No. ”

Gao Xiaoliu was stunned, no?

The rich man took a slow sip of the teacup and said, "How can we let everyone know that we did it if we don't catch it?" ”.

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