After confronting each other in front of the counter for a long time, the Nie family finally stayed in the inn en masse.

Now that this precedent has been set, it is difficult for Su Qinghe to rely on the prestige of the official family to gather everyone in the lobby, so he can only temporarily let the guests move freely in the inn, and then send people to guard the various exits, and they are not allowed to leave without permission.

After such a toss, the original plan to ask Yang Xie for questioning was forced to be postponed, and the scene had already been destroyed. Su Qinghe was busy taking care of himself, but Zhao Wu'an was not like him, and he still needed to take care of officialdom. The progress of the case was blocked, but he was happy to be idle.

Since he touched a pot of warm tea in the back kitchen, Zhao Wu'an didn't even tell Hu Buxi, so he secretly climbed to the terrace on the top floor of the inn, sat down on the only table, drank a few sips of fragrant tea alone, and stole half a day's leisure.

Today's weather is very fine, sitting here and looking into the distance, you can even see the Bianliang City in the smoke and clouds.

After all, they were far away, and with Zhao Wu'an's eyes, he could only barely see a few towering towers in the city, and the rest of the buildings were hidden in the vast smoke clouds, like mirages.

The Nie family appeared in the inn outside Bianliang City, although there were many suspicions, but it did bring surprising news. Even Zhao Wu'an could hardly criticize the Nie family's behavior this time.

The Hundred Male Sword Associations, which have disappeared for 40 years, are about to reopen in Bianliang under the auspices of the Han family. And it is not surprising that the Nie family, who is already famous for their sword double cultivation in the Northern Martial Arts, will participate.

The Hundred Male Sword Hundred Meetings were held in Huaiyang Wulin, held every five years, and a total of seven sessions were held, each session must have a famous knife coming out, and the way out of the knife is often unknown.

Compared with Jiangnan, Huaiyang martial artists often have more heroic spirit in their bones, so there are far more people who practice swords than they learn swords. Its original intention is to gather the world's swordsmen in Huaiyang, a total of high and low, and those who can win all the way to the end can get a treasure knife and 3,000 silver as a reward.

Seventy years ago, the first Xiongdao Hundred Conference won the championship, it was Jiang Yihai, who was still unknown at that time.

When he got up in the morning and opened the altar, he carried a curly knife he had just bought at the bazaar in his arms, and came to the stage as a nobody.

Seventeen battles in one day, without a defeat, finally swept away the beauty and slashed away, shocking countless martial arts masters dumbfounded, they were angry and gathered people to chase and kill, but they were never able to hold Jiang into the sea of the winged tiger, let him escape into the world-famous Yangzhou Jiejiazhuang at that time, and was worshiped by Xie Hui as a guest.

However, the world has changed over time, with the fall of the Huaiyang Four Blades, the Willow Leaf Villa has no intention of taking over the big responsibility, and after the 7th Xiongdao Hundred Meetings have come to an end, there is no wind direction for the entire Huaiyang area. The Hundred Meetings of the Male Sword seem to be so rotten in the gossip of passers-by, and it has become the aftertalk of this river and lake.

But Nie Junhuai brought different news.

"On June 15, the Han family will hold the 8th Hundred Swords Meeting in Bianliang City, and the prize of the champion is the treasure of Liuye Villa. ”

In front of the counter, the old man who had lifted the Nie family's century-old foundation with one hand said.

"And I rushed to Bianliang just to participate in this grand event on time, what's wrong?"

At that time, Hu Buxi wanted to contradict him a few more words, but Zhao Wuan reached out and pressed it on his shoulder.

The two have known each other for more than 20 years, what does this action mean, and how can Hu Buxi not know. I swallowed everything I wanted to say at once. Seeing the attitude of the two, Su Qinghe knew that he shouldn't stop him anymore, so he picked up his sword and left, letting the Nie family move in.

If it weren't for the fact that the term "Hundred Blades" was too special for the Big Dipper Seven Friends back then, Zhao Wu'an would not be willing to retreat.

Jiang Ruhai and Xie Hui, Xie Hui and Luo Jianqi, almost all of them got acquainted because of this Xiongdao Baihui, although there is no evidence to show what the Han family has to do with Xie Hui, but if he can suddenly put forward the four words Xiongdao Baihui, Zhao Wu'an absolutely does not believe that there is no trace of Xie Hui's calculation in this.

Now that Luo Shenjian is on his shoulder, he will have to fight Xie Hui one day. As long as he can add even a bit of bargaining chips to himself, Zhao Wuan will not let go of this opportunity.

If you have a calculating belly, you will not notice the passage of time. Zhao Wu'an sat on the terrace for half an hour, and a pot of tea was worth seeing.

Just as he was about to leave the roof, there was a sound of footsteps at the bottom of the attic. Zhao Wu'an was stunned, and the foot that stretched out couldn't help but retract again.

I thought it was Hu Buxi or Su Qinghe, but the person who appeared at the door was Jiang Lian's maid.

The woman was already quite old, and when she looked at it, she knew that she was in her thirties, and there were several scratches on her eyebrows and forehead. Although the young girl's cardamom is lost, it has a rare and elegant charm, quiet and leisurely, and tender.

Zhao Wu'an was rarely stunned, but quickly came back to his senses and asked lightly, "What's the matter?"

"You're here. Su Zhutou said, you like to find a place to stay alone. The maid stepped forward, sat opposite Zhao Wu'an, bowed her head slightly, and blessed her body.

It took Zhao Wu'an a moment to recall that Jiang Lian called her Yi Niang, and this woman's name was Zhu Yi.

"The guy in this inn who knows me best is surnamed Hu. Su Qinghe is still early. Zhao Wu'an shook his head nonchalantly.

If nothing else, Zhu Yi is now looking for him, most likely because Su Qinghe's investigation has made progress again. So he gathered his mind and prepared to listen to Zhu Yi's next words.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Yi inexplicably lost a question: "Really?"

Zhao Wu'an was stunned for a moment, but she continued to ask: "Perhaps, a person doesn't know who knows him best. The person he thinks knows best about him is only the one who knows him the most among the people he knows. ”

Zhao Wu'an was stunned, lowered his head, and scratched his fingers on the tea lid before he wondered, "You came to me to talk about this?"

Although he has always been lazy, Zhao Wuan is not unwilling to chat with others. When he was under the cemetery in Qingdi Township, he thought that he could talk to An Qing very well.

It's just that this Zhu Yi threw out such a question as soon as he came up, which was really a little clueless.

Zhao Wu'an's doubts received an equal response. Zhu Yi was obviously stunned for a long time, and only then did his delicate brows frown slightly, and asked cautiously: "Zhao Jushi, you should have had this kind of experience, right?

Zhao Wu soothed his chin and smiled helplessly: "Who are you? ”

Zhu Yi was stunned, subconsciously lowered his head, leaned back, and said, "Zhu Yi...... Zhu Yi is not anyone, Zhu Yi is just a waitress. ”

"Hmm. The other party had something to hide, and Zhao Wuan didn't want to get to the bottom of it, so he accepted the smile with a faint promise, and then asked, "You came to me, you should have something to say, right?"

“...... Yes, Lord Su asked the Lord to come to you, and the Lord sent me here to deliver the news. ”

Zhu Yi took out a roll of paper from his collar and handed it to Zhao Wu'an.

Just now, Yang Xie rolled up all the gold and silver and wanted to escape through the back door, but was caught by Master Su. Now she has been tied hand and foot, and someone has been sent to guard her. This is her confession. ”

After speaking, Zhu Yi hurriedly stood up as if he wanted to avoid something, gave Zhao Wu'an a salute, pushed the table away, and quickly left the terrace, leaving a hasty back.

Zhao Wu'an shook his head and sighed softly: "Jianghu, can you give me someone who doesn't have so many stories?"

With that, he picked up the case file in front of him and unfolded it.

On the top of the dossier, the word "Yang Xie", which was originally written on the far right, has been drawn in a big red circle. Zhao Wu'an had read the file of Su Qinghe's trial in Qingdi Township, and at a glance, he knew that the red circle was written by Su Qinghe himself.

This case is much more detailed than the previous one.

Yang Xie, a native of Bianliang, is from Liangzhejiang. Forty years ago, the family moved to Bianliang with my grandfather, and it happened to be the year when Luo Yige was founded.

On May 13, Yang Xie stayed at the Qincheng Inn and opened the C-shaped room on the third floor. When you check in, you only have a bookcase and a package with you. There are 16 books in the bookbox, four of which are popular books at the moment, five are annotated poetry collections, and the rest are all in the category of four books and five classics. Except for the two scripts that are still new, the others have been read several times, and traces of obsolescence can be seen.

In addition to forty taels of silver, there were only two women's clothes and some small jewelry, and there was nothing suspicious about it.

In the room where Yang Xie lived, half of the footprints were found on the window frame, and there were several books scattered on the floor in the bookcase against the window, and there was also dust on them. On the desk against the front window, there were three burnt red candles.

When asked why he wanted to flee, Yang Xie said that he had made an appointment with his family to rush into the city before the start of the Hundred Male Sword Meeting. But when asked about the details, he refused to answer.

At the bottom of the case file, Su Qinghe simply wrote down his opinion with cinnabar: "Luo Yi has not faded, why is the red candle extinguished?"

Although it is about the facts of the case, this word sounds a little charming at first glance. Zhao Wu'an sighed twice and whispered: "Lao Su, your literary talent needs to be improved." ”

Su Qinghe, who was sitting in the corner of the lobby and flipping through the file, sneezed coldly.

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In the whole inn, Su Qinghe sent someone to charter the second floor, and there were tenants such as Hu Buxi and Yang Xie on the third floor, and the first floor, which was the most humid and difficult to sell, was also rented.

Although it was early summer, there was already oppressive heat in the wind. Jiang Lian sat by the window in a light shirt, holding a hot cup of tea in his hand.

"Squeak-"

The wooden door opened inward, Zhu Yi put his hands in front of him, and walked in with his eyebrows down.

"How? The layman, did you respond to you?" Jiang Lian didn't look at who it was, he lowered his head and blew the tea in his hand.

"Not yet. Zhu Yi shook his head, his eyes full of complicated emotions.

Jiang Lian chuckled and said, "You don't have to be disappointed. Zhao Wu'an's difficulty is notoriously difficult, and Su Zhutou is helpless, let alone you. ”

"I thought he was from our side. Zhu Yi said in a low voice.

"He's really from our side. Jiang Lian looked out the window, as if he could pass through the mountains and rivers for hundreds of miles, and reach Bianliang.

It's just that he almost never chooses to be on the same side as the world. ”