At the beginning of the hour, the smoke on the lake dissipated early, and the good memory did not wake up for a long time, so Guan Ren and Zhao Baiyu went back to the inn together, leaving the good memory to sleep alone on the small building.

On the way back to the inn, he met a cloth shop on the road, Zhao Baiyu asked the customs officer to wait outside the store, went in alone and paid the fixed money, selected a snow forging with a high-quality fabric, and reported to the shopkeeper with a width of the shoulders and a length of the placket Some sizes, only said that he was ordered to hurry up the system, and then sent to the 'Friends Inn', and if he did well, he would have a lot of reward.

He took a copper coin, put it on the counter, held it down with a finger, and slowly pushed it in front of the shopkeeper, which really startled the person, and hurriedly said: "The villain will definitely make the clothes out in the shortest possible time, please rest assured." ”

Zhao Baiyu said with a smile: "Once this deal is completed, I will ensure that you will not have to worry about food and clothing for a few lifetimes." ”

When he went out, he saw that Guan Ren was holding a sword in his hand, the blade was in the cold light, and everyone who was walking was far away from him, so he gave him a scabbard at his will.

First, with this scabbard, you can carry the sword behind you, and secondly, you can also cover the cold light.

The two of them searched in the city for a long time, but they only found a few blacksmiths who made agricultural tools, and when they saw the narrow and long blade of Guan Ren, which was like a moth eyebrow, they both shook their heads, and bluntly said that they couldn't fight.

So I had to give up.

Back to the Penglai Inn, a few days ago it was still deserted on the first floor of the restaurant, and now it is full of guests who beat the tip, which is the meaning of the tip of the tongue, to put it bluntly, it is to eat.

If you look closely, most of those guests are Confucians.

In this neglected and marginal place, even after a few years, Confucian scholars are rare, so from the shopkeeper to the shopkeeper, they are all quite polite to those who read in the three religions.

Guan Ren pressed the long sword on the table, stepped on one end of the bench with one foot, and sat down with one buttocks, his movements were skillful and natural, and there was quite a sense of charlatan spirit in it. If it is said to be elegant, it must be indecent, but it is not as vulgar and disgusting as the scoundrels in the market.

Take Zhao Baiyu's words, that is to divide people, if it is a gangster and a scoundrel sitting like this, what is revealed is arrogance and gangsterism. If it is a person who comes to sit, it is a high and far-reaching appearance, and it is a different atmosphere.

The two ordered some wine and food, and Zhao Baiyu planned to leave for Xianyang tomorrow, and deliberately took this opportunity to bid farewell to Guan Ren. said that the country cannot be without a king for a day, and this time he has been away from the palace for more than a month, presumably the court has accumulated a lot of things, and he is anxious to rush back to deal with it. Later, he mentioned again that he wanted Guan Ren to return to Xianyang with him, but Guan Ren refused again.

While the two were talking, a Confucian scholar at the next table arched his hand and smiled: "Your Excellency's sword, the blade is like a crescent moon, and it is completely natural, and it is only seen in my life, I wonder if you can borrow it to take a look?"

Guan Ren turned his head to look at it, and saw that the man was in his thirties, dressed as a Confucian scholar, with a thin appearance, clear eyes, and a mighty atmosphere between his eyebrows.

Guan Ren immediately returned the salute, held up the long sword and said: "Since Mr. wants to see it, please take a look at it." ”

The Confucian scholar was no longer polite, took it with both hands, and studied it carefully.

After looking at it for a while, he couldn't help but nod his head and praised: "Okay, good! It's a pity that if you miss a scabbard that is right, you can't hide the edge. The Confucian suddenly changed his words and said with a smile: "I have something here, which can temporarily replace the sword scabbard and raise a sharp edge for your sharp blade." You and I are destined, so I will give it to you. ”

After the Confucian scholar finished speaking, where his right hand pressed on the table, a guqin suddenly appeared, which was similar to Kungang Ziyu. There is a bag on the outside of the guqin, and I don't know what kind of leather it is made of.

The Confucian man took off his piano bag and put it on top of the long sword, and the length and length also matched.

Guan people saw it, and suddenly felt flattered, this scholar walked the rivers and lakes, there are three necessary things, that is, this qin, sword, bookcase, the Confucian specially made a qin bag for the guqin, think about it must be very cherished, Guan people are willing to win people's love? At that moment, he hurriedly got up and said: "Sir, this gift is really too valuable, and I dare not accept it." ”

The Confucian man smiled and said, "It's not precious, I'll give you a sword bag, and you invite me to drink, so it's decided." ”

Guan Ren could see that the person was also a bold character, and if he shirked it again, he would seem to be hypocritical, but not beautiful, so he thanked him and took it. Then he slapped the table and shouted, "Xiao Er, bring the best wine from the three jars!"

The Confucian scholar stood up and said to the disciples: "After eating, I will go to the city to collect wind, and come back before the evening, for the teacher to take the exam." ”

The students replied in unison, "Yes, teacher." Then they formed a team and went out to the city to collect local customs and folklore.

When the Confucian sat down at the table, he bent one leg and stepped on one end of the bench like the Guanren, which made the Guanren look astonished. The heart said that this humble gentleman is as gentle as jade, how can the big gentleman in front of him be contaminated with the habits of the Jianghu people?

The Confucian sat down like this, grabbed the wine jar and drank with the two, and his demeanor was very leisurely and natural, and he did not intend to join the two.

The three of them drank for a while, and Zhao Baiyu said with a smile: "Confucian gentlemen are really not mortals, the so-called gentlemen are not weapons, everyone is like a dragon, and what I want to say is a person like Mr." ”

Guan people have heard that 'gentlemen are not instruments', but they also understand the reason. The instrument is also shaped. In the I Ching, the metaphysical is the way, and the metaphysical is the instrument. Wine vessels are used to drink alcohol, weapons are used to kill enemies, and because they are tangible, they can only be used on one side. It is a gentleman who is not a weapon, so he can change with time and control all things.

The Confucian scholar was very humble, waved his hand and said, "Don't dare to be, don't dare to be." ”

The three of them talked happily with each other, and frequently drank wine, especially Guan Ren and the Confucian gentleman, and they hated each other.

A young man in white, who was less than twenty years old and even younger, sat alone at a few tables on the west side of the three, ordered a pot of half a catty of rice wine, a small plate of fried beans, and drank silently without making a sound, with a calm expression, as if he disdained to pay attention to everything, and was really lazy and a little conceited.

At present, in the early winter, it is very early in the dark, and before the three of them have finished drinking, the sky outside the store is twilight.

The Confucian scholars who collected the wind returned one after another, and the white-clothed young man sitting across the table drank the last drop of wine, paid the money and left, only one or two fried beans on a plate, as if they had never moved.

The man in white left the inn and threw himself into the crowd. He is slender, lazy, debauched, and very conspicuous in the crowd, but when he walks out of more than ten zhang, the whole person gradually loses his sharpness and blends into the pedestrians, which is unremarkable.

He walked all the way to the city lord's mansion and entered through the east gate, where a fire had destroyed several houses last night, and the charred beams were still being moved. When the servants saw him, they all stopped saluting and shouted 'Mr. Mo'. It's ridiculous that before he could reach the crown, he had already begun to be called sir.

Mr. Mo, a young man in white, walked alone through the atrium, which was destroyed by the fire, and the backyard was bustling with lights. In the main hall, the subordinates and maids shuttle back and forth, arranging dishes and vegetables. In the center, two large tables are placed side by side, and the dishes are the same.

At one of the tables, sat an old man with a gray beard. The other table was covered by a snow-white tent, and the people inside could not be seen.

The maid poured down a glass of wine, the old man picked it up, and said to the person in the tent: "Come, beauty, let's have a drink together." ”

A female voice came from inside the tent, presumably a little panicked, her voice trembled slightly, but it was delicate, very good: "Yes, sir." ”

When the old man heard the woman's voice, he was even in a good mood, and he turned his back to dry the contents of the cup, and asked in a doting tone, "How old are you this year?"

The woman in the tent replied cautiously: "This year...... Fifteen years old. ”

The old man laughed and said, "It's a good year! These dishes still suit your appetite? If you don't like it, just say it, and I'll order someone to remake it." ”

The girl whispered, "It's already ...... Excellent!"

Mr. Mo, a young man in white, walked to the hall, and the old man saw this person and asked casually, "Are you back?"

"It's back!"

"Did you find that person?"

The young Mr. Mo sat down and poured a glass of wine, and replied: "I found out, this person is currently staying in the Penglai Inn." ”

The old man nodded, mumbled, and said, "Go find a few clever ones, keep an eye on people for me, and if there is any change, report me quickly." ”

Mr. Mo drank a glass of wine and was puzzled: "Why bother so much, wouldn't it be easy to cut it directly?"

The old man glanced at him and said meaningfully, "Don't tell me, you didn't see it?"

"Oh, what secrets can I have that I should see?"

"That kid is one of the two people that Yu Nantian ordered to find a few months ago. Otherwise, do you think he sneaked into the house last night to kill people and set fires, and he can still get out?"

Mr. Mo was not surprised, and let out a faint sigh, "Yes, that's what I'm looking at." ”

The old man squinted at the white-clothed young man, and said gloomily: "Mr. Mo shouldn't want to trick the old man into a big disaster, and then you will report this matter to the Yang family, so as to invite a great merit from it, right?"

Mr. Mo drank a glass of wine on his back, let out an 'ah' as if he had just woken up from a dream, patted his head, and said regretfully: "Oh, why didn't I think of such a good thing? Damn, damn it." ”

The old man snorted coldly, "I have already sent this person's whereabouts to Yunan Tiandu, presumably the Yang family will arrive soon, our people only need to keep an eye on it, if there is no mistake, it will be a great achievement." ”

The young man in white took a sip of wine, hummed lazily, and responded, "I know." ”

The old man raised his glass, touched the girl in the tent, and then killed him on his back, and then asked, "Did you find anything else?"

The young man in white pinched the wine glass with two fingers and turned it slightly, and said lazily: "This big fart in the wolf rejection pass is three feet into the ground, what can you find?" At this point, the young man in white hissed and said, "Hiss...... Not to mention, there's something new. I don't know when a group of Confucian scholars came to this city, and they are now staying in the Penglai Inn. ”