At noon that day, Chen Zhuo held an umbrella out of Pain Lane, crossed Pain Street, and finally arrived at Sweet Water Lane.

Long street drizzle, fireworks willow lane.

The green tiles of the Zhulan on the side of the street, the restaurants are lined up, and the restaurants are everywhere, and there are a lot of laughter of warblers and swallows, as well as the sound of beautiful songs.

"How many things, if you want to talk about it...... The new skinny, not dry wine, not sad autumn...... Only the flowing water in front of the building should miss me, and gaze at me all day long......"

In the past, there were people who came and went, ordinary people, dignitaries and dignitaries; Someone looked around, and after a few glances, they were caught by the old bustard turtle who came out of the building.

The tung oil umbrella turned lightly, Chen Zhuo is now less burly, more thin, Tsing Yi is windy and rainy, like flowing clouds, and like flying fog, and his steps are not as calm as before, but become light, adding chic and casual, and he has long black hair tied behind his back.

But I didn't see the bustard girls coming to arrest him, just because he was wearing double official boots under his feet.

But it is inevitable to throw flattery into the eyes, especially those half-aged whose white faces seem to have been painted with layers of wall ash, and when their eyebrows and eyes move, they will drop fat powder when they swoop, and even Chen Zhuo has to retreat.

This is the first time he has come out after returning to Beijing.

This time, there was a carriage not far behind him, and he followed anyway, as if he wanted to see where he was going and what he was doing.

Not only the carriage, but after walking two streets, he had noticed no less than forty or fifty eyes following him, and finally changed to others, and several of them still hid malicious intent and murderous intent.

Seeing him enter Sweetwater Alley, the carriage seemed to have lost patience, and rushed up without hurry, walking side by side.

The carriage was very luxurious, and there were three people in front of him, all of whom were dressed in fine clothes and had a good momentum.

Outside the car, there were eight guards, guards with knives, as silent as terracotta figurines, motionless; Just casually glanced at the hands of the eight people, Chen Zhuo could already see that these eight people were not only masters of the sword, but also masters of superb swordsmanship.

As the carriage approached, in the window of the carriage rolled up by the bead curtains, a handsome young man was curiously saying to him: "The catcher also likes the girls here?" But is there a good one? You might as well talk to me, I don't mind being a moon old man and pulling the strings. ”

This man is humble and polite, but there is a kind of childishness in his cheeks and eyebrows.

Chen Zhuo's feet did not stop, his eyes swept over the peddlers and pawns shuttling on both sides, as well as the depressed Jianghu people, and asked, "Can anyone?" ”

The young man leaned against the window and smiled, "Anyone can do it." ”

Chen Zhuo glanced at the other party, "Master Li can also do it?" ”

When the young man heard this, he didn't respond immediately, but thought about it very seriously, and then smiled affirmatively: "It's okay to have a romantic night." ”

Chen Zhuo's robe sleeves flew up, "You think wrong, if I look for her, I will only listen to the piano and appreciate the painting." ”

The young man couldn't help but laugh out loud, "The catcher also likes to dance and ink, is it elegant?" Interesting! ”

Chen Zhuo's eyes moved slightly, and he suddenly saw two down-and-out figures on the street, just like him when he first entered Beijing, performing on the street.

But it was even worse than him, and after working hard to get two bounties, he was scurried around by a group of pungents.

"It's not bad to dance and ink, these days, martial arts are not as good as literature, no matter how high the kung fu practice, you don't have to drive horses and ropes for people, and listen to people's calls."

As soon as he said this, the three people who drove the car and the eight people who guarded the car all had trembling cheeks, and their eyes changed and they were a little stiff.

The young man said with a smile: "This is a mistake, looking at the heroes of ancient and modern times, there are people who do not know how many people start from the end; I think that Wei Zhongqing, a famous general of the Western Han Dynasty, was not also a horseman at the beginning, but later he was ranked as the third duke, and his power leaned towards the government and the opposition, and he opened up the territory for the Han Dynasty, made great contributions, and became famous for future generations...... Looks like the Catcher already knows who I am!! ”

Chen Zhuo said lightly: "Looking at the huge Jinghua, the only one who can have such a momentum is you, the little marquis!" ”

The young man bowed his head, "Fang Ying has seen the catcher!" ”

This person is the "Divine Power Marquis" Fang Yingkan, and he is also the person in power of the "Youqiao Group".

"I wonder if the Catcher received the invitation from Ben Hou? I've been waiting for a response. ”

Chen Zhuo replied casually: "The capital is too big, I haven't been out much recently, and I don't know the road very well." ”

Fang Yingkan sighed, "Once born, second ripe, you might as well move around more, maybe you don't want to leave." ”

Chen Zhuo shook his head, "I'm weak and weak now, and I can't go far." ”

Fang Ying sat up straight, "What the Shenhou Mansion can give you, I can give it, what the Shenhou Mansion can't give you, I can also give it to you, it's just a sun-shooting divine bow, if you enter my Hou Mansion, I can order someone to search for the world's strange bows for you." ”

But seeing that Chen Zhuo didn't respond anymore and just walked forward, Fang Ying looked at it and chuckled: "That's a pity!" ”

Seeing the carriage going straight away, Chen Zhuo's expression was as usual, don't look at this person immature and humble, but in and out of his words, he was full of monstrous ambitions, which was simply undisguised, but it didn't seem to be words that could come out of the other party's mouth.

What's not good to compare, just compare Wei Qing......

Now that his divine thoughts have been born, his six senses are about to get out of the category of Tongxuan, and when he encounters someone who has a weak heart and a weak will, he can almost peek through what the other party thinks and see through his heart.

Along the way, thousands of whispers in the fence tiles on both sides can be heard.

Looking back at the two people who were hiding in Tibet by a group of thugs, Chen Zhuo smiled dumbly.

The two were also looking at him, and one of them didn't forget to wink his eyebrows.

After a glance, Chen Zhuo became familiar with the layout of the capital again, especially Cai Jing's mansion and the forbidden army guards at the entrance of the imperial city.

Although it is known that the Wuji elixir is hidden in the palace, there are countless scriptures, histories, children, and collections in the "Taiqing Building", and it is not a matter of one or two trips or two days to find a few pills from it; Moreover, the masters of the inner garden of the palace are like clouds, only the Nami Sky and the Great Commander of the Janissaries are the top masters in the world, and then there are these well-equipped forbidden troops, if they enter, they will undoubtedly fall into the tiger's den in Longtan.

There is also the most important and terrifying person, Zhuge Zhengme.

This person is always concerned about the emperor, if he dares to make a move, then there will be one more person in the iron and blood prison, even if he does not die outside, he must be imprisoned inside.

We have to wait, we need to be safe.

When returning to the Shenhou Mansion, Chen Zhuo went around in a circle, passing by the Sanhe Building, and suddenly saw a fat, strong, round and black man holding a bowl of rice and staggering by.

It's too dark, this person's face is like old carbon, with a round face, a round nose, round eyes, and a round mouth.

One of this person's faces was almost completely buried in the bowl, but one hand stretched out unregularly to Chen Zhuo's body, and he shrank back, and what he performed was actually an extremely clever hand kung fu and a clever and empty hand.

It's just that this person didn't retract by himself, but popped out like an electric shock, lying on the ground with an "oops", unable to get up for a long time, trembling all over his body, like a drunken appearance, losing his center of gravity.

"Look, it's all said that you don't want to provoke him, you still don't know how to steal other people's things...... Let's see what's going on? ”

A girl in a green dress first reprimanded her with a stiff face, but soon smiled mischievously and came over, her eyes were bright and bright, her eyes were smiling and squinting, and her body was full of vitality.

The black man held the rice bowl, "Gentle, help me quickly...... Oh my God, this man seems to have a thorn on his body, and as soon as he hit it, he was stabbed. ”

The girl in green clothes smiled even more happily.

Another delicate and beautiful woman in white suddenly said slightly apologetically from upstairs: "I hope you will forgive me......"

This is a very moving woman, with cloudy temples and beautiful eyes as bright as autumn water, as if hiding a beautiful dream.

The frost is more colorful, and the snow is especially clear.

Beauty is simply not eating the fireworks of the world.

After speaking, she looked at the black man funny, "Zhang Tan, why don't you hurry up and apologize!" ”

The black man staggered to his feet and said in distress: "Seventh sister, even you don't help me." ”

Wang Xiaoshi suddenly poked his head out in surprise, "Brother Chen, I haven't seen you for a long time, come up and have a drink!" ”

Chen Zhuo looked at the darkening sky, and glanced at the dark clouds.

The wind and rain are also getting stronger.

All kinds of passers-by on the street disappeared without a trace, dead silence and emptiness.

There were only six people left, pushing a heavy object like a prisoner's cart, and they were coming this way from the rain, as if they were going towards everyone in the building.

There was still a man locked in the prisoner's car, with thick black hair, invisible eyes, limbs, hands and feet bound in chains.

The corners of Chen Zhuo's eyes jumped, as if every time he met Wang Xiaoshi, it was not a good sign.

He was about to leave with his umbrella in hand, and turned to leave.

The long street was dim, and there were many shadows around, and there seemed to be a lot of more people, all of whom said respectfully to the people in the prisoner car: "My subordinates have knocked to see the Seven Holy Lords!" ”

The thunder roared, the lightning tore through the darkness, and a handsome face on the prisoner car suddenly lifted up.

Hearing this, the few people upstairs who were still giggling were silenced and changed color.

"The Seven Holy Lords?"

Chen Zhuo paused.

"God of War Guan Qi!"

(End of chapter)