The man in black turned around and looked at the Wan Lao Pavilion Master's incredulous expression on the matter of the flower shadow, his eyes contracted slightly, and he said with a little seriousness, "Li Jiang stays under you and helps you deal with the matter at hand!"

The Lord of the Ten Thousand Elder Pavilion heard the meaning of the man in black, "I know!"

Without waiting for the Lord of the Old Pavilion to finish speaking, the man in black snorted and strode out of the room.

The Lord of the Ten Thousand Elder Pavilion followed the footsteps of the black cloth, and his gray long beard moved, but he didn't say anything after all. The Lord of the Pavilion sent the man in black to the door, and the man in black merged into the night.

The leaves rattled and sent a rare cool breeze, which suddenly swept away the summer heat, and after a cool face, a more dry and hot feeling followed.

Suddenly, a cat's meow poured into both ears like a ghost, making people shudder. You can faintly hear the hustle and bustle of the front yard.

The light in the room was particularly harsh to him, and he withdrew from the room, closing the door in one hand and holding a clay plate with broken porcelain shards in the other.

After closing the door, the long wheezing sound in the room was like a boulder, pressing on his heart, his eyes closed slightly, and he heard a rush of footsteps behind him, and then opened his eyes.

"Li Jiang Shaoxia!"

Li Jiang turned around and took two steps, and he handed the wooden plate to the visitor with both hands.

The man was wearing a wooden hibiscus-colored old shirt, a lotus-colored long skirt with white embroidered shoes exposed, and the sallow yellow face with clearly visible facial bones was a little crazy, but the upright facial features revealed an indescribable beauty.

Du Juan took the plate and smiled at Li Jiang, "Thank you Li Jiang Shaoxia!

Li Jiang was slightly stunned, "It's okay!" and then walked down the steps.

The cuckoo turned around and walked with Li Jiang.

Walking out of the yard, Li Jiang saw that the cuckoo was still following him, and asked, "Is there something?"

The cuckoo turned sideways and didn't stop, "Li Jiang Shaoxia, that sword! Li Jiang Shaoxia can you give it back to me?"

Li Jiang stopped and stood straight, "Lost!"

Seeing that Li Jiang didn't explain or say anything else, Du Juan only felt that the surroundings were cold and tight, which was completely different from when he asked himself today. He said in a low voice, "Li Jiang Shaoxia, this sword is not a valuable thing, please don't take it to heart, and don't tell the old pavilion master!"

"Hmm!"

Cuckoo continued, "Cuckoo is bold, ask the young man for something!"

"You say!"

"Shaoxia, can you send me a letter?" The cuckoo's voice was so small that Li Jiang couldn't hear it if he didn't pay attention.

"To whom?"

Du Juan stopped for a long time and said slowly, "Li Jiang Shaoxia doesn't ask what kind of letter this letter is?"

"Don't ask!"

Du Juan snorted, "That's it!" Du Juan put the plate on a stone table at the gate of the courtyard, took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Li Jiang, "Please Li Jiang Shaoxia!"

Li Jiang took the letter with the body temperature of the azalea, a faint fragrance of roses filled his mouth and nose, the envelope seemed a little bulging, and when he looked at it, the person who did not write the letter in the envelope looked up at the cuckoo.

"To whom?"

The cuckoo looked a little flustered, and his tone was a little shy, "Yuan Gao!"

"Who? Where do you stay?"

"He is a student of Qingyang County School, his family is in Wangfuzhuang, I don't know where he is, trouble Li Jiang Shaoxia to bother! I must send this letter to him! Du Juan is grateful!"

"When will it be delivered?"

Du Juan was stunned for a moment, and said with an uncharacteristically smile, "Don't be in a hurry, don't worry!

"Talk?"

The cuckoo hummed several times, raised his head slightly, and his clear face looked more delicate under the light of the candlelight, and then said, "I'll wait for him to come back!"

"Finished?"

"That's all!"

Li Jiang took the letter into his arms, turned around, and walked to the other side of the road.

Early in the morning of the second day, the people of the Wan family began to prepare the placement of tables and chairs, prepare meals, drove away the beggars who often appeared in front of the door, arranged for the opera troupe and juggling artists to rest, and the head of the family with a bit of status changed into a newer dress.

For those in high status, you can take the opportunity to buy and sell to get more money, and for most people, you can get a lot of leftover meals.

The inside and outside of Wan's house have been set up, there are four tables in the middle hall, and in the courtyard are twelve tables, and from time to time two or three people walk in. Wanhuan and a few people stood at the gate of the courtyard to greet people.

Before noon, most of the places were already full of people, most of them were the gang leaders and deputy gang leaders, local wealthy businessmen and gentry, discussing the killing of Ma Qiancheng in twos and threes.

The Lord of Wanlao Pavilion was sitting on the main seat, with an empty seat on the left hand, followed by Su Ya, Li Jiang on the right, Dongfang Junlan, and three people on the opposite side.

After Li Jiang sat down, he looked at the three people at the same table, and directly opposite was a thin young man, dressed in purple civilian clothes, with a short beard and white face, squinting eyes and a high nose.

Next to the young man was a middle-aged man with a long beard with white skin and five fluttering locks, and his eyes squinted into a slit revealed a sharp gaze, which was very uncomfortable to look at.

Next to the man sat a silent young man, looking at Li Jiang with bright eyes.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is Li Jiang, the disciple of the old sect leader of Qin! Yesterday, he and the young master of Su Ya took down the thief Ma Qiancheng!" The old pavilion master stood up and took Li Jiang's hand and introduced it to the guests present, "Old Sect Master Qin was the only one in the world with the plum blossom swordsmanship in the past, and today the young man of Li Jiang captured Ma Qiancheng, he is really a famous teacher and a high apprentice!"

The crowd applauded.

The Lord of the Wan Lao Pavilion pointed at Su Ya again, "This is the disciple of the Qin Sect Master, Su Ya and the Young Master Su! Although the Young Master Su is young, he is also a heroine among women, and he has won the true inheritance of the Qin Sect Master!"

These people all know that Su Yagui is the young master of the Mountain Demon Sect, where can they climb it? But in comparison, Li Jiang's fame and status are far inferior to Su Ya's, and it is easier to climb, and the fact that he only captures Ma Qiancheng has already made everyone look at Li Jiang with admiration.

"Li Jiang Shaoxia is a young talent, and his martial arts are the best in the world, I really admire him!" A middle-aged man dressed in blue satin, red light, and fat and fat toasted to Li Jiang, "I am getting off the horse and Wenyuan, Qingyang Salt Merchant! Wait for the birthday of the Lord of Wanlao Pavilion today, and invite Li Jiang Shaoxia to appreciate his face to the cold house! I wonder if Li Jiang Shaoxia appreciates his face?"

"What's your surname Ma? How does Li Jiang Shaoxia see that kind of stuff in your house?"

Ma Wenyuan's face turned green when he heard this, but he couldn't afford to offend this person.

A middle-aged man in a black silk shirt, with a beard on his face, stepped forward and sang, "In the Lower Masha Gang, please invite Li Jiang Shaoxia to our Masha Gang to sit in the second place!"

"One is a profiteer, the other is a robber, and he also has the face to make friends with heroes and heroes!"

Everyone was shocked and looked at it together.

But I saw a young man on the side table, who had good facial features, a burly figure, and an indescribable heroic spirit.

The man propped one hand on the table, brought the wine glass to his lips, slowly took a sip of wine, smacked his lips, and then spit the wine on the ground, "The Lord of the Old Pavilion treats guests unfairly, why do we drink the same wine as water?"