Dugu Zhishui sighed, since he came to the medical hall, except for a few passers-by who came out of curiosity, he hadn't really met a single guest who came to see him. Mr. Feng half-raised his eyelids at this time, and said slowly: "Old man, I see that you have been very idle recently, there are a few books on the table, and I will read them in half a month." ”

Dugu Zhi subconsciously looked at the counter where he had nothing to do, and there were a bunch of books densely packed on it, and at a cursory glance, there were at least thirty of them. The corners of his eyes suddenly jumped, and the corners of his mouth twitched, as if petrified. It took a while to come back to his senses, and Dugu Zhishui said in his heart: "The old man is paralyzed on the recliner every day, and he can't say a few words, maybe it's because he is overexerting himself in some way...... Giving me so many books, wouldn't it be a hint that I should find a way for him to regain his strength......" With a flash of thought in his heart, he straightened out the stacks of books on the counter, and randomly took out a copy of the "Qingwen Sutra" and read it.

The brocade-clothed young man who came out of the medical hall went straight to the Drunken Dream Pavilion, and Xiangxiu saw that the person was alive, so he didn't step forward, but waited for the other party to come closer, and then he saluted, and said with a smile: "Childe looks a little faceless." ”

The young man in brocade hurriedly returned the salute and said, "The first time I came, I asked the girl to give me some guidance." As he spoke, the young man's eyes unconsciously glanced at the door of the Drunken Dream Pavilion, as if he was looking for something.

Xiangxiu just glanced at it, and found that the person in front of her seemed to be wearing the fine clothes of a court painter, and at this time, when she saw the other party's small movements, she couldn't help frowning slightly. However, as a greeter, Xiangxiu naturally did not show any curiosity about this, she said, "I don't know the name of the son?"

"Gu Mo. ”

"It turned out to be the son of the Gu family, did the son of Gu come here today to listen to music, enjoy dancing, or do some other pastime?"

"I've heard that the wine and food in the Drunken Dream Pavilion are unique, so I'll try it. ”

"Childe enters the door and goes directly to the second floor, where someone will lead Childe to choose a private seat. ”

"Well, Miss Xie pointed out. Gu Mo nodded, took two steps forward, suddenly remembered something, and turned around and asked, "Girl, I heard that there is a painter in your pavilion recently?"

"Yes. Xiangxiu responded, "But that son is not from our pavilion, he just stayed here for a while, wanting to find a girl to practice." ”

"Does the girl know where the boy is now?"

"It's in the pavilion, but Childe can't see him now. ”

"Why?"

Xiangxiu apologized: "Please forgive the son, that son was invited by the lord of Xiangfang." Childe passed at this time, and he should not be able to see the fragrant master. ”

Gu Mo thanked Xiangxiu, and then walked into the Drunken Dream Pavilion, slightly disappointed in his heart. He happened to hear a few diners in Shanhailou that there was a painter in the Zuimeng Pavilion who was highly skilled, and he wanted to come over to meet this painter for a while, but he couldn't see each other. "It's a pity, it's rare to be free, I thought maybe I could find a soulmate, it seems that we don't have a chance," he muttered to himself.

In the following days, Gu Boqing went out early and returned late, and returned to the previous state of madness. And Dugu Zhishui was entangled in piles of books, and it was difficult to have time to go to the Drunken Dream Pavilion to watch, and I didn't know how Gu Boqing was progressing and how many scrapped manuscripts he had drawn.

A few days later, Dugu Zhishui finished reading the last page of the book in his hand by dim candlelight, he closed the page, put the book on a small pile of books, stretched, and then blew out the candle and closed the door. His eyes swept around, confirming that Gu Boqing hadn't come back yet, and couldn't help muttering: "It's so late, and there are no lights in the garden of Fanghuayuan, could it be that the master of Xiangfang brought back to the room for a private painting?" Dugu Zhishui suddenly laughed, he glanced at the brightly lit pavilion opposite, turned around and walked south.

Two quarters of an hour later, Dugu Zhishui returned to the door of the Drunken Dream Pavilion with a few paper bags tied up with strings. He walked up the steps and greeted the two welcoming girls, "You haven't changed the guard so late?"

"It's almost there", Xiangxiu replied, and when she saw Dugu Zhishui carrying a few paper bags in her hand, she was surprised: "Are you going to bring food in?"

"Isn't it okay?" Dugu stopped the water without changing color, he walked to Xiangxiu's side, took a paper bag from the rope and handed it to her.

Xiangxiu hesitated for a moment, took the paper bag and glanced inside, and a few sugar gourds were lying quietly inside. Before she could react, Dugu Zhishui had already wrapped the paper into it. Xiangxiu took out a sugar gourd and handed it to the girl next to her, who took it and said, "It's good to do things."

Dugu Zhishui entered Fanghua Garden, perhaps because the lights outside were too bright, and when he arrived here, he found that the moonlight was very bright tonight, and the entire garden was dyed with a layer of silver, as if covered with a layer of frost. He glanced a few times and saw Hanxiang, she was sitting casually, with a lantern beside her, the faint light dispelled a small piece of silver in front of her, and from a distance, she seemed to be surrounded by layers of frost and snow, and she could only curl up in a square inch, which made people feel pity. Gu Boqing was not far away, and there was also a lantern in front of the easel, which he sketched carefully, stopping from time to time to observe, looking at the figure bathed in the moonlight in a daze.

Dugu Zhishui looked at the Baihua Pavilion again, and found that it was empty, and couldn't help but be a little disappointed. He walked to the easel, Gu Boqing came back to his senses, said hello to Hanxiang and began to pack his things.

When the two returned to Tsing Yi Lane, it was almost the same, and the whole street was quiet, and there was no figure in sight. Dugu Zhishui skillfully climbed over the courtyard wall, from behind the rockery to the cobblestone path. Gu Boqing followed closely, but when he saw Dugu Zhishui suddenly pressing his hand, his eyes suddenly froze. At this time, Gu Boqing realized that the yard was too quiet, and if it was placed on weekdays, the two little foxes would have already twisted their butts to greet them, but they didn't see them today. Thinking of this, Gu Boqing couldn't help but breathe a little short. Without waiting for Gu Boqing to make a move, Dugu Zhishui suddenly quietly approached the front hall along the path, and Gu Boqing hurriedly followed.

The faint candlelight shone out from the front hall door, and Dugu stood expressionlessly in the shadow of the door, and there was a crisp sound of tea bowls and tabletops colliding in the door. Gu Boqing stood beside him and gestured to ask if he wanted to go in. The corners of Dugu's mouth hooked, and he slowly moved out of the shadows and was standing in front of the door.

The four men in the hall all looked at each other in blue uniforms, and at the top sat a middle-aged man of about forty years of age, dressed in a slightly different way, with a thin black band around his cuffs. Seeing Dugu Zhishui appear in front of the door, the four of them all showed a playful smile, and one of the middle-aged men with a mediocre appearance stood up from his position and said with a grim smile: "You are smart, and you know that if you don't go through the gate and sneak in over the wall, if it weren't for Lao Tzu's wireline, you would really be fooled by you two thieves." "This is the Mu family who came once and was violently beaten by Gu Boqing.

"Informant?, who?" Dugu Zhishui found a stool and sat down with a faint smile. Gu Boqing followed in, his eyes swept around, and he didn't see the two little foxes, and he was suddenly relieved.

The middle-aged man who was about to speak saw Gu Boqing, his body involuntarily took a step back, and swallowed back the words that came to his mouth. The other person suddenly scoffed: "Useless guy." After speaking, his eyes swept to Dugu Zhishui and the two, and said coldly: "Who beat him last time?"

"I did. Gu Boqing responded, "What's the matter, you also have itchy skin?"

With a bang, the man drew a broadsword.

Only then did the middle-aged man at the head speak: "I know that we are waiting here and have the courage to come over, the courage is commendable, but you can't get out of this door today, my Mu family has always been the same." By the way, those two foxes you have are not bad, you can catch them when I solve them......"

Dugu Zhishui suddenly interrupted him: "Noise!"

The middle-aged man's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he spit out a sentence of "Do it!"

"Just leave one person to breathe. Dugu Zhishui suddenly got up and walked out of the hall, a person at the door slashed over with a broadknife, the sharp blade with a whining wind slashed directly at his front door, Dugu Zhishui clenched his right hand into a fist, a brisk step up, the fist pointed directly at the other party's heart, a snap suddenly exploded in the back of the person's heart, the man hunched his back and flew out of the door, his eyes were enlarged like a dead fish, as if he was about to snatch out of his eyes, and sticky blood foam flew out of his mouth. A martial artist died tragically on the spot.

Dugu Zhishui stood at the door and waited for more than twenty breaths, Gu Boqing patted the cuffs that had been scratched and walked out of the hall, "Xiaobai! Xiaohua ......" Gu Boqing called a few times, and after a while, two little foxes came out of nowhere and circled around Gu Boqing.

Dugu Zhishui turned around and returned to the hall, and when he saw the wreckage of tables and chairs all over the floor, he couldn't help frowning. At this time, only the middle-aged man who had been here last time was left in the hall, the corners of his mouth were dripping with blood, and he was struggling to lean on an undamaged stool, he looked at the leader of the guards whose neck was broken, his eyes were full of horror and despair, it was a strong man whose strength had reached the seventh layer of the martial arts heaven.

"Who is your eyeliner in this alley?" Dugu Zhishui squatted down and asked.

"Partition...... Zhao Xuehai, who is separated by two courtyards, if it weren't for him, we wouldn't know that this house was sold again, don't ...... Don't kill me...... I'm just doing what I'm told......" The middle-aged man's voice trembled, and he involuntarily shrank back.

"Zhao Xuehai?" Dugu Zhishui repeated the name, showing a thoughtful expression, he immediately thought that when they first moved here a few days ago, this person seemed to have come to visit, at that time, this person was extremely kind, and his demeanor and conversation were elegant and funny, but he didn't expect such a person to be the lackey of the Mu family secretly.

"Who sent you?" asked Dugu Zhishui again.

"I ...... Our young master ......"

"Which young master?" Dugu Zhishui knew that the so-called young master in the big family grabbed a handful.

"Mullin. ”