"If you are looking for plum blossoms, you will find Mr. Ji. ”

This Zen sentence even in the entire Great Wilderness, there is an ordinary sound.

Plum blossom plum is the famous plum blossom thief in the world, want to arrest the people in an endless stream, never less, but know its identity, its whereabouts, very few.

But it was Lian Yuyan, who had not yet established the horse clamping road back then, who found this Mr. Ji first.

Mr. Ji pinched his fingers, it looked mysterious and mysterious, and he really found the plum blossom plum again.

At that time, the name was really not small.

Later, a few escaped scum were broken and hid by him, which attracted many people who needed to hide to assassinate, and it was only under the safety of Lian Yu that he settled in Yucheng.

Mr. Ji is old, his temples are dyed white, and his head is also with crane hair, he is trembling slightly, peeling the peanuts in the fruit bowl, while raising his face and looking at the stage.

On the stage, there is a shouting play, accompanied by the huqin or dancing or singing.

The three of them found Mr. Ji on the Jiangtong pear orchard in the western suburbs of Chongqing.

It's not just three people looking for it, there is already a long queue in front of Mr. Ji's table, and even Wang Liang and his group are also in the team, everyone is probing their brains and carrying money, asking Mr. Ji to tell Zhao Zidu's whereabouts.

Mu Yurong couldn't help but smile and said.

"It's a good thing the man isn't there, otherwise he would have killed everyone in the team. ”

Ling Xiang also smiled when she heard this.

is talking about, of course, Jindong that I met before.

Ling Xiang inevitably buried her head, so she didn't want Wang Liang to find out.

The long queue slowly leaned towards Mr. Ji, and Mr. Ji didn't even move his head, just single-mindedly, a good show in the stands.

Only when the person put down the broken silver at the table did he stop peeling the peanut, and his mouth was open, and he did not shy away from it, muttering and muttering.

He was still behind, and he could only hear sporadic words, as if he were chanting poetry.

I saw that the face of the person asking changed, obviously I didn't know why, but I was coaxed down by the person behind me.

The next person probably asked the same question, and guessed it with his feet.

Mr. Ji still reads poetry.

He couldn't help but wonder.

"What kind of character is this Mr. Ji?"

Mu Yurong also blinked her eyes wide, wondering.

Ling Xiang thought for a moment and said.

"I don't know the specifics, but I've heard an interesting story, tell you about it?"

Mu Yurong hurriedly said.

"Okay, okay. ”

The relationship between the two daughters seems to be a lot more harmonious after sleeping all night.

Ling Xiang said.

"Of course Sister Rong knows that we have a Mr. Lu in Moyutang. ”

Mu Yurong nodded spontaneously, and traveled with Ximen Jingtang, and did a lot of homework.

Ling Xiang continued.

"So, you also know the name of our Mr. Lu?"

Mu Yurong said.

"Mr. Lu Muqing, Mr. Lu. ”

Ling Xiang said again.

"We also have a Mr. Song. ”

This point is vague, and Mu Yurong doesn't know it.

He said lightly.

"Song Xianting. ”

Ling Xiang said.

"That's it. ”

"Then guess the name of this Mr. Ji. ”

In this kind of game, Mu Yurong is of course the favorite, her little mouth shook, and she said more than a dozen names in a row. But Ling Xiang was just laughing softly.

He couldn't help but shake his head, thinking to himself: How can this be guessed.

After a while, the deflated Mu Yurong pursed her mouth and said helplessly.

"This Mr. Ji's name, it is impossible to call him Mr. Ji. ”

Immediately, Ling Xiang pinched the little face on both cheeks and said.

"Little ghost elf, you guessed it. ”

"This old man is surnamed Ji, Mr. Ming. ”

Mu Yurong stuck out her tongue, she hadn't thought of it beforehand.

At this time, the team moved forward again, and after Wang Liang and his party left, they were separated by four or five people, and it was the turn of three people.

In such a position, he could already hear the words from Mr. Ji's mouth clearly.

But when he saw that one person put down fifty taels of broken silver, Mr. Ji read casually.

"It's too late for Jiuhu to sing, and the farming in Chu Township is spring. The old pond water is empty, waiting for the people in the garden. ”

It's really a poem.

And more than one.

"The mountains listen to the ape sorrow, and the Cangjiang River flows rapidly at night. The wind roars on both sides of the river, and the moon shines on a lonely boat. Jiande is not my land, and Weiyang reminisces about the old tour. also sent two lines of tears to the west of the sea. ”

If you think this is the longest poem, you are mistaken.

Mr. Ji continued.

"Mulan's sand and tangtang boat, jade flute and gold pipe sit at two ends. The wine bottle is placed in the middle, and the prostitutes are left with the waves. The immortals are waiting to take the yellow crane, and the seafarers have no intention of following the white gulls. Qu Ping's resignation hangs the sun and the moon, and the king of Chu has empty hills. The pen shakes the five mountains, and the poem becomes a laugh and arrogant Cangzhou.

If fame and wealth are long, the Han River should also flow northwest. ”

He simply watched as the person who consulted had turned dizzy, and he didn't know the slightest insight.

Mr. Ji's slightly dry lips were already moving again.

"Pear blossoms have thoughts and leaves, and a tree and river head are annoyed and killed. Most like a widowed young woman, with white makeup and plain sleeves and a blue gauze skirt. ”

Then the god babbled four numbers.

"Four, two, one, three. ”

Then shut up and say nothing more.

The man was about to draw his sword and cut off the head of the bastard, but he was stopped.

After all, there is the maintenance of the horse road, and in the horse road, there is an invincible character. Anyone who wants to make a move on the horse road must think about it.

The man who stopped him persuaded the man who wanted to draw his sword to the side, and then he came forward and said.

"Mr. Ji, I always dodge a knife for you, and I ask you to show me a clear way. ”

As he spoke, he put down the silver as well, and asked.

He begged Mr. Ji to inform him of Zhao Zidu's whereabouts. ”

Mr. Ji was unmoved, and still recited poetry.

At first, it was "the ...... of the magnolia sand tang boat", then to "the mountain twilight listened to the ape sorrowful ......", and then said that "the pear blossom has thoughts and leaves ......", and finally "it is ......late for the nine hutongs to sing".

Only at the end, muttered.

"One, two, three, four. ”

Everyone can hear that Mr. Ji has intended to give this person a simple way to decrypt.

But he still taught this person to be dizzy.

He couldn't help but say to Ling Xiang.

"Fortunately, we don't have to look for Zhao Zidu, so we don't have to solve this annoying doubt. ”

And the next one, it was also his turn.

PS: Is there anyone who is willing to follow Mr. Ji's clues to guess where Zhao Ziwei is?