To the north of Shenzhou City, it is covered in silver.

After a carriage came out of Shenzhou City, it has been rushing unhurriedly.

Lu Zhou was outside the carriage, and Chao Jin'er was inside the carriage.

The cold wind blew on Lu Zhou's face, cutting through the embarrassing atmosphere like a knife, Lu Zhou wanted to say something, but he didn't expect Chao Jin'er to open his mouth first.

She lifted the curtain and asked, "My dad didn't talk to you about anything, did he?"

"Hmm. ”

Lu Zhou's voice, Chao Jin'er didn't know whether he said it or not, Lu Zhou just responded to Chao Jin'er's question.

Chaolu really didn't say anything, and every word he said was not nonsense.

What to say and what not to say, Chaolu's heart is the same as Mingjing, but because of this, Lu Zhou knows......

Something is wrong with yourself.

If Chaolu really treats him as a family.

There are some things that don't have to be hidden from him, such as what the treasure that the withered leaf Zen master stole is, which was originally an inconsequential question.

At least for Chaolu, it is not that important.

However, Chaolu lied, and the object of his lie was Lu Zhou, so Lu Zhou has reason to believe that the answer to this question is more important to Lu Zhou.

In other words, for Lu Zhou's other identity, it is more important.

Why did Chaolu lie?

The only answer is that he has been exposed.

Lu Zhou smiled bitterly, perhaps this was the first time in his career that he died before he could get out of school.

What's the problem?

Only Li Muru and Gao Zhuang knew Lu Zhou's identity, and the problem could only lie with them.

Why Chaolu didn't expose Lu Zhou may be because there is no evidence, it may be to use Lu Zhou as bait, or it may be ...... I really want to be a family with Lu Zhou.

The last possibility, of course, is very low.

If he didn't say it, Lu Zhou didn't know.

Because in this world, many things, once they are explained, they are not interesting.

Since we don't say it, there is still room for relaxation, it is nothing more than a condition.

Chao Jin'er sighed, looked at Lu Zhou's side face, and asked, "Are we going in the wrong direction?"

"The withered leaf Zen master went to the Southern Zhou, and we went north, but I was afraid that we would go farther and farther. So, Senior Brother Lu feels that he can't complete the task, and plans to take me back to Lingyun Pavilion?"

Lu Zhou glanced at her: "Do you want to go back to Lingyun Pavilion so much?"

"Yes. Chao Jin'er nodded seriously.

"I didn't even know you were such a nostalgic person?" Lu Zhou said with a smile.

"But I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed, we won't go back to Lingyun Pavilion, Zen Master Withered Leaves once went to the Golden Lion Dart Bureau, what did he do as a monk and go to the Dart Bureau?

Coincidentally, on the third day of the withered leaf Zen master, the Golden Lion Dart Bureau took the dart, and the journey of this dart was to go north to Youguan first, and after unloading the goods in Youguan, take a batch of goods from Youguan and then cross the river all the way to Nanzhou. ”

Chao Jin'er frowned slightly: "Do you suspect that the dead leaves are mixed in the dart team?"

Lu Zhou shook his head: "I just suspect that the treasure he stole is in the dart team." ”

It's not easy for a dart team to hide one person, but it's much easier to hide one thing.

The withered leaf Zen master took so much effort to get the baby, where the baby is, the withered leaf must be there, as long as the baby is found, it is equivalent to finding the withered leaf.

On the official road, the sound of Lu Zhou's whip sounded.

Chao Jin'er smiled like a flower.

......

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The inn in the town is not big, and at this time, it is full of travelers who have been blocked by the wind and snow, and it suddenly seems extremely crowded.

In the courtyard were a dozen dart carts full of goods, covered with a thick layer of straw mats, which were also covered with snow.

Each dart cart had an apricot-yellow dart flag on it, which was honked by the cold wind.

Only when the wind is resting, can you see clearly that on the dart flag is a lion embroidered with gold thread, tiger and tiger.

The inn is very small, the dine-in place is even smaller, except for the more than ten darts of the dart board, there are few tables left, not to mention that in addition to the people of the dart board, there are other travelers.

When Lu Zhou and Chao Jin'er came here, there wasn't even an empty table in the inn.

Lu Zhou was not in a hurry, but found the shopkeeper and asked for a vacant room.

Why only one, because a man and a woman are out of the house, it seems strange to have two.

Chao Jin'er's face was slightly red, but she did not object.

After spending money to book a room, there will naturally be a table to sit on, and many things in this world can be solved with money.

Because there are a lot of customers in the store who don't actually plan to be sharp.

Especially the men in the dart game, they walk outside, as long as they can shelter from the wind and rain, it makes no difference where they sleep.

Lu Zhou and Chao Jin'er sat at the table in the corner, and Xiao Er brought two dishes and warmed a pot of wine.

Then, they saw three men wearing the clothes of the Golden Lion Dart Game dart into the inn through a door at the back, and the three of them spoke loudly, talking about their "Jianghu career" of licking blood from the knife edge.

For fear that others don't know, they are the dart heads of the Golden Lion Dart Board.

Lu Zhou and Chao Jin'er ate the dishes indifferently, they had already changed into a pair of middle-aged men and women, so at this time, they only had to be responsible for listening to the story, and analyze the identity and status of this person from the story.

And, is it possible that it is a withered leaf Zen master.

One of them said loudly: "He Laosan, don't you know that last time I went to Shuo Country with a dart, I met a dangerous person. ”

The other person smiled and said: "Who can make our dignified Liao Da Dart Head feel dangerous, Liao Dart Head is the true legend of the Falling Rain Academy Master with a deep Falling Rain Sword in one hand, although he is not a Confucian disciple, but if someone can make Liao Dart Head feel dangerous, I He Laosan is the first to disbelieve it." ”

The person who patted the sycophants is called He Laosan, one of the dart heads of the Golden Lion Dart Bureau, "Falling Rain Sword" Liao Buping, if I remember correctly, it should be the cultivation of the Guiyuan Realm.

Liao Buping shook his head and smiled bitterly: "The third-ranked demon on the Qingyun List, is it dangerous?"

"Hiss......"

The third person gasped: "Brother Liao can still live safely when he encounters the mirror of Tai?"

"Nonsense, otherwise you think I'm a ghost?"

"Liao Darttou has gone through three moves under the hands of the mirror of the Tai Tai?" He Laosan hurriedly asked.

Wait until Liao Buping nodded modestly.

He Laosan patted the table and said: "I said a long time ago, if it is said that it is higher than the cultivation, Liao Darthead is naturally slightly inferior to the Tangtai Spiegel, but if it is compared to the subtlety of the moves, people like the Tangtai Spiegel are not as good as our Liao Darthead." ”

Liao Buping, who was slapped this time, was extremely comfortable, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile.

Suddenly, a smile on the corner of his mouth froze on his face.

For he saw that the thick curtain at the door of the shop was swept up by the wind, and a figure stood outside the door.

Lu Zhou followed his gaze and saw a monk with clear eyebrows, wearing a yellow Zen robe, a bright red robe, and a golden tin staff in his hand.

The cold wind blew, and the iron rings on the tin staff clanged.

The inn suddenly fell silent, and even the sound of Chao Jin'er's mouth chirping at the food bar could be heard clearly.

"Amitabha, I heard someone calling my name outside the door, I don't know which benefactor is looking for a poor monk?"

The monk pronounced a Buddha horn and walked in slowly.

With every step, the sound of the iron rings on the tin staff colliding sounded once, like a sound from the hell of Ah Nose, and Liao Buping even heard the cold hairs on his face stand upside down.

He walked all the way to Liao Buping: "They said that you walked three moves in front of the mirror of Tangtai, is there such a thing?"

Cold sweat broke out on Liao Buping's face, if it weren't for the wind and snow outside, just looking at his face, he thought it was dog days.

"Bragging, bragging......"

The monk put the tin staff aside and said seriously: "Either give me the package that the dead leaves handed over to you, or you attack me with three moves, and ask the donor to choose one." ”

Now, even Chao Jin'er, who doesn't know the monk, knows that this monk is the mirror of the stage in Liao Buping's mouth.

And the purpose of his coming here......

It's also dead leaves.