After waiting for a full hour, the people in the other two chambers left, but they did not wait for anyone to come out of the room where the wounded person had been injured.

Although an hour is not a long time for him, it is still very uncomfortable to stay here and not be able to concentrate on meditation.

"Huh?" Qin Ling raised his head and looked at the door, and there was a sound of footsteps outside.

"Squeak—"

The door of Qin Ling's room was pushed open, and it was the shopkeeper named Shishi, with a hint of apology on his face, and more anxiety.

"Guest officer, I wonder if a little girl walked in just now?"

"Little girl, that little girl named Jiu'er?" Qin Ling's thoughts flowed, and he immediately thought of the little girl who was sticking to the shopkeeper, and he was still a little impressed by the timidly cute little girl.

"Uh-huh, that's her, where is she?. Shopkeeper Ershi nodded eagerly and looked at Qin Ling with a happy expression.

"Well, but I didn't see it. Qin Ling scratched his head a little embarrassed, the performance just now made the shopkeeper think that he had seen the little girl.

"Well, alas... Excuse me. After speaking, the shopkeeper was about to cover the door and leave.

"Wait—"

Qin Ling grabbed the iron sword and called Xiao Er to stop, and the shopkeeper looked at him suspiciously.

"How much is this," Qin Ling pointed to the leftovers on the table.

"It's a penny. Shopkeeper Ershi thought for a while and said, Qin Ling touched a small piece of silver from his arms, and handed it to Xiao Er.

"No need to look for it. ”

He had some broken silver on him, and as for the copper coins, he didn't carry much with him, one was too heavy, and it took up space.

The cultivation medicinal materials distributed by the Iron Sword Sect every six months are all from the previous year, and he can exchange a few taels of silver for just selling a medicinal herb, but he is not short of money.

As the shopkeeper walked out, "I'll help you find that little girl." ”

"How can I trouble you," the shopkeeper's face turned red and he hurriedly waved his hand, obviously what Qin Ling said made him a little embarrassed.

"It's okay, I'm fine at night. ”

Returning unimpressedly, when passing by the wing room at the staircase, his eyes glanced at the wing room where the big man was.

"Huh?"

Qin Ling's ears moved, "Why isn't there any movement?" Qin Ling thought secretly.

Stopped and walked to the wing, and reached out to push the door in.

"Oh!

Seeing that Qin Ling was about to push the door in, the shopkeeper hurriedly shouted, the tragic situation of the hemp pole just now is still vivid, he didn't expect this kind guest to push the door so recklessly, although he has a weapon, it seems that he is also running the rivers and lakes, but looking at this body bones, he feels that he can't beat the rough man just now, and the arm of the rough man is thicker than this thigh.

There was no fight as expected, and the shopkeeper didn't see the rugged man come out.

"Sure enough!"

Qin Ling touched his chin and looked at the wide-open window inside, no wonder he hadn't waited for so long just now and didn't wait for the big man to come out of the room, it turned out that he had jumped out of the window and left.

"This!"

Xiao Er was also a little confused, and hurriedly ran down the stairs to talk to the bookkeeper.

The Qingxiu scribe looked at Xiao Er with a little consternation, but he didn't pursue it further.

"Well, forget it, you go and clean up the wing!"

"Good...... Okay......" I saw that the shopkeeper was a little hesitant, but he didn't say it.

Qin Ling also walked to the first floor at this time, the guests on the first floor had already left, Xiao Er smiled reluctantly when he passed by Qin Ling's side, and hurriedly went upstairs.

"The guest officer will go back first, Jiu'er, I'll find it myself later." ”

......

did not leave, Qin Ling walked to the Qingxiu scribe at the counter, the scribe should be settling accounts, holding a brush in his right hand, and the abacus in his left hand made a "pop" sound.

"Dare to ask Brother Tai's surname?"

Seeing that someone was questioning him, the bookkeeper stopped what he was doing, put the brush on the pen stand, and straightened his sleeve.

"Your surname is Wang, and your single name is a straight word. ”

"A good name, but a person is as good as his name!" Qin Ling praised and made a gesture.

"Dare to ask Your Excellency, but you belong to the Iron Sword Sect?" the scribe asked after glancing at Qin Ling's service.

"Brother Tai has good eyesight. Qin Ling praised with a smile, the Iron Sword Gate is not far from here, and the service is unified, it is indeed not difficult to remember.

"I just heard that the shopkeeper has a younger sister named "Jiu'er", I don't know if my brother has an impression. Qin Ling asked tentatively.

"It's her, it's very pitiful, it's still there in the evening, but I haven't seen it for a while, I should be running somewhere to play!"

The Qingxiu scribe seemed to have remembered something, and looked embarrassed and sympathetic.

"What, is there anything special about that little girl? What about his parents, why do they follow his brother in the restaurant all day long, the restaurant is very crowded. ”

"Alas, what brother, the sister of an orphan in stone, I heard that he and the hemp pole were kindly taken in by the restaurant owner. ”

"Oh, the hemp stick is the one who was injured today," remembering that Qin Ling didn't know who that hemp stick was, he added again.

"Then where did she come from?" Qin Ling was even more confused now.

"By the way, do you know that there is a big tiger in Panfeng Valley?"

"I know that. Qin Ling replied and looked at the Qingxiu scribe, waiting for the Qingxiu scribe to continue.

"A while ago, three disciples of the Iron Sword Sect came to the restaurant, saying that they were going to Panfeng Valley to get rid of the tiger, but after a few days, only one person came back, and the big tiger was still alive and well. ”

"So powerful?" Although most of the disciples in the sect are third- and fourth-layer sword qi duels, just like the rugged big man today, if you pull a random one to break through to the fourth layer of sword qi, you should be able to rub that rough big man on the ground.

That man should practice external skills, that is, fist and foot kung fu, if there is no internal force to urge, the stamina is insufficient, and it is quite a test of physical fitness, and the swordsmanship cheats of the Chuangong Hall are of the same type, but the disciples of the Iron Sword Sect are all practicing the internal skill of sword qi duel, although it is not clear what the grade of "Sword Qi Duel" is, but it is definitely not much worse.

"What's the connection with that little girl named Jiu'er,...... Could it be ......?" Qin Ling had a bad premonition.

"Alas, "Jiu'er" and her mother have seen her a few times before, and occasionally come to the restaurant to offer vegetables a few times, but the amount is not very much, a very simple lady, just go to Panfeng Valley to farm, who knew that such a big living person said that it was gone, and now he has never come back. Last month, the stone went out to buy and came back and saw this little girl sitting at the market entrance at the other end of the town, and I couldn't bear to bring it back, and I could make do with it, and everyone took care of it a little bit on weekdays, but it was enough to choke after a long time, but it was going to be bitter for the stone boy, who was not rich, and he had to pull that little girl, and it was difficult to live!"

After listening to the long sigh of the Qingxiu scribe, Qin Ling secretly felt sorry for this little girl, he was almost sympathetic, he was the only one left at a young age, but he was lucky, he was selected by the master to escort the son to the mountain to learn kung fu, otherwise he would still be worried about food in the house.

It's just that when I heard the appearance of the Qingxiu scribe, I didn't know that the little girl in "Jiu'er" was gone, but the shopkeeper named Stone didn't say it for some reason, and he didn't take the initiative to mention it.

had to stand aside and wait, and the Qingxiu scribe saw that Qin Ling didn't say anything and began to write again, it should be the statistics of today's account book.

All that was left in the hall was the sound of an abacus.

"Smack, smack, smack"