The guys walked out of the kitchen with plates full of hot dishes.

In the slightly quiet restaurant, the little er with the salt bag on his back stood at the door blankly.

"Yo! Little Er! You're back! ”

The guys laughed and greeted him as usual.

But the latter did not respond with a smile as usual.

He just nodded, and with the salt bag on his back, he passed them past and walked into the kitchen.

The men looked at each other, and then their eyes fell on the shopkeeper sitting in front of the ledger.

"Palm ......"

Before the words fell, she slowly got up, the thin fan in her hand hung down to her waist, and her voice was soft: "I'll go upstairs and call Xiao Li, you can eat first." ”

The guys were confused, but they nodded their heads anyway.

After watching the shopkeeper walk up the stairs, they looked around the empty restaurant and felt that something was missing.

Zuo Rantang slapped his thigh suddenly: "Alas, where is Xiucai? Wasn't he still behind the account just now?"

The three of them were stunned for a moment, and immediately combined the abnormality of the shopkeeper just now and the disappearance of Xiucai, and coincidentally came up with a correct answer.

"That guy, why did you run to that Manyan Courtyard again!"

......

It's getting late.

The streets and neighborhoods have turned off their lights.

If there is still light, in addition to the crescent moon hanging high in the air, it is the torch pillar in front of the city gate.

These torch pillars are the existence of a light source for the soldiers on duty in the city. At night, the soldiers of the city, in addition to the guards with lanterns, were the guards who stood under these pillars of fire and guarded the gates of the county.

But today's torch pillars are more than just a source of light for them.

The spear-wielding soldier turned sideways and looked at the three-wheeled cart covered with plain white cloth with a complicated expression.

He knew who the body was, lying on top of a three-wheeled cart under a plain white cloth.

It was precisely because he knew that he held the iron-tipped wooden spear tightly, as if he was wondering if he was dreaming.

The captain who was talking and laughing with him a few days ago, and who would praise anyone who saw it, said 'what a living dragon', why was he lying there?

It shouldn't be.

Although he doesn't know a single big word, he is willing to study hard, and his neighbors say that he is a harmonious person, and he is not like a reckless martial artist, why is he lying there?

It shouldn't be.

The captain who showed outstanding martial arts talent since he was a child, was recommended to the captain by the Ministry of War when he was weak, and later went to the north to cut off the heads of dozens of military barbarians, why did he lie there?

It shouldn't be.

But in the end, should this be or not, how can it be that this little warrior has the final say?

God, can you reason?

The warrior turned around, raised his head slightly, and looked at the seemingly cloudless, but pitch-black sky, with a complicated expression.

He felt that he couldn't do anything big.

And he can't do anything big, at least he has to take care of the body of the Grand Captain.

That's what he told himself from the bottom of his heart.

Therefore, when the white-clothed man came like a frightened storm and stopped beside the three-wheeled cart, although his palms were sweating nervously, he still turned around angrily, pointed the iron-tipped wooden spear at the man in white, and shouted angrily: "What person?!

The white clothes seemed to be stunned. He ignored the guard, but slowly stretched out his slightly trembling left hand, and lifted the plain white cloth sheet that was the same as the clothes on his body.

Rong Zhexing died of bleeding from the seven orifices.

But his eyes were still not closed, and his eyes were full of anger.

"Those who can be so ruthless must be the people of Qimen above the realm of Xiaobairen. ”

Bai Yi lowered his head and looked at the man on the three-wheeled cart, as if muttering to himself.

"Why don't you retreat? ”

"The other party is a small hundred people, and the other party is a strange man who treats human life like an ant. ”

"You're stupid, Captain Rong. ”

"Wouldn't it be better if you went back and told me what the strange man looked like, and then I went and rescued the girl?"

"Anyway, at least you're still alive, aren't you?"

"But now, the girl is gone, and you're gone, and I don't know who is so cruel to you......"

"It's hard for me, Rong Zhexing. Bai Yi raised his head slightly, his eyes were moist, and his smile was bitter, "Why are you too, and you leave without saying hello?"

Bai Yi didn't say anything anymore, just stretched out his hand and closed his eyes for him.

"Impudent thief, what are you doing to the Captain?!"

The warrior shouted, lifting the spear in his hand and stabbing him angrily in the arm.

Unexpectedly, even though the wooden spear had bent in the air in an almost semi-circular arc, it still couldn't leave half a scratch on the white clothes.

With a bang, the spear split in two and fell to the ground.

The soldier who was already covered in cold sweat jumped half a step, but still put his right hand on the ring knife behind his waist, "Bold thief!

"Stop. ”

A slightly hoarse male voice came into his ears.

The soldier hurriedly turned sideways and saluted the white-haired old man on crutches and dressed in brocade: "Lord County Guard!"

The old man hummed quietly, and tapped the ground twice with his cane, an order to retreat.

The warrior was slightly stunned, hesitated for a moment, and still didn't ask why, just picked up the broken spear on the ground, clenched his fists and retreated. Before leaving, he glanced at the white-clothed man, intentionally or unintentionally, under the flickering firelight, he didn't see the man's face very clearly, but the eyes that shone with a bright light, he will never forget.

The old man slowly stood beside the white-clothed man with the luxurious cane decorated with gold and silver.

"Coming?"

The old man asked.

"It's coming. ”

Bai Yi replied.

The old man nodded, and slowly placed his palm, which was as old as a dead branch, on Rong Zhexing's forehead.

"Captain's family, you don't have to worry. He is a Yonghua official in the fifth rank, and the court and the old man will take good care of his relatives. ”

Bai Yi snorted.

"This time, Du Wei said before leaving, no matter how he returned to this Pingshui later, the old man couldn't blame that 'Bai Xiucai' harshly. ”

The white clothes turned sideways and looked at the gray-haired old man.

The latter withdrew his palm, turned sideways, looked at his dark eyes with his yellowed pupils, and whispered, "But that 'Wang Manxiu', it's time to go back and do what he can." ”

Bai Yi smiled bitterly: "Those who can work hard." ”

The old man smiled faintly back. He turned around and looked at Captain Pingshui who was lying on the cart again, "If it was Captain, he would probably say, 'Those who are capable have more merit'." ”

Bai Yi stopped talking, just made a note at the old man, then turned around, and walked in the direction he came from.

"Wang Manxiu, before leaving, the old man dared to ask one more question. ”

He stopped, turned sideways, and looked at the old man.

"If you find the Qimen who killed the captain, what will you do? Will you be lynched according to the rules of the Qimen, or will the yamen decide according to the rules of the imperial court?"

Bai Yi smiled lightly and turned away.

He didn't answer, just walked towards the endless darkness that shrouded the street.

Only the old county guard in the firelight was left, and sighed softly.

Du Wei said that the people in Qimen have always cultivated Qimen with human lives.

Du Wei also said that Wang Manxiu's Qimen was almost complete.

......

Bai Xiucai walked up the stairs, and then gently pushed open the two familiar doors.

The restaurant was quiet and empty.

There is no little two, no buddy, no little one, and no shopkeeper.

But on the account table, which he is most familiar with, there is a bowl of rice, a plate of leaping dragon gates, and a pair of bamboo chopsticks.

Bai Xiucai slowly walked behind the account desk as usual and sat on the dark brown wooden chair.

Then, completely different from usual, he picked up the bamboo chopsticks, picked up the rice, and enjoyed his dinner.

The dish is still warm.

This leaping dragon gate does not have to be worse than the secret perch.

He looked up at the wooden door that led to the backyard, at the staircase leading to the third-floor wing, at the empty restaurant, at the yellowed ledger in front of him, at the three rows of wine on the shelf behind him, and at the jar of daughter red with red strings.

First, the clean rice bowls and plates are sent to the kitchen and cleaned.

Then he went back to the ledger and took down a jar of rice wine from the wine shelf.

Then open the ledger, write a penny, and put down a few coins of silver.

Then he walked out of the gate, turned around and closed the two hidden doors.

Then he raised his head and quietly looked at the signboard with the words 'Rainbow Carp Pavilion' written on it.

Finally, he turned his back and walked towards the end of the street.

This night, Bai Xiucai did not return.