The next day, the early morning sun decorated Zhangye Cheng with its own unique gold into a shy little girl, and the smoke drifted out from the streets and alleys of the city little by little, and soon melted into the golden sunlight.

Wu Qiutian stood at the window of the Tianzihao guest room in the snow dyeing workshop and stretched his waist, in fact, he stayed awake all night.

"Dong Dong" was admiring the beautiful desert scenery when a knock on the door unceremoniously interrupted his appreciation.

Continuing to look at the scenery outside the window, two words popped out of his mouth: "Come in!"

The door was pushed open, and it was the shopkeeper at the front desk who came in, he called the guest officer at the door, and then walked behind Wu Qiutian, and handed a roll of paper in his hand to Wu Qiutian: "Guest officer, this is especially the immortal let the small one be handed over to you." “

Glancing at the paper scroll in his hand, he took out a low-grade spirit stone and threw it to Xiao Er: "Thank you, let's go out!" ”

Xiao Er, who was used to seeing stingy guests, thanked him repeatedly, this was not the first time Wu Qiutian had rewarded him.

Stepping back lightly, he closed the door, and Xiao Er tiptoed away. After hearing the sound of the door closing, Wu Qiutian lowered his head and opened the paper roll unsuspectingly.

It was a painting of a blind old man with only a few hairs on his head and tattered clothes on his body, but in his hand he held a piece of bamboo engraved with the word hate.

On the left side of the portrait are written a few beautiful big characters: "North of Zhangye City, in the purple bamboo forest, the rivers and lakes are old, and you can solve your confusion!"

Obviously, the person who sent the scroll didn't know what the real doubts were in his heart, and the old man painted on the scroll should know who was behind the scenes, not what the Tao was.

He smiled slightly, who is the hand of this picture scroll, he doesn't know a woman in Zhangye City, and that picture scroll is obviously from a woman's hand, except for Zitong, he can't think of a second person.

He took the scroll out of the snow dyeing workshop and went straight to the north of the city, and soon, he arrived at the purple bamboo forest.

The purple bamboo forest can only grow in the desert where the alternation of cold and heat is very obvious, and it must be rich in water resources, otherwise it will be difficult for the purple bamboo to grow an inch in a hundred years. Unless this thing is 100,000 years old, it can't be used as a refining material.

However, because Zizhu is too special to grow in, it has made many literati fall in love with it, because this thing is difficult to grow, and it is a good material for disciples.

There are shops outside the forest, and there are also vendors selling, Wu Qiutian bought a string of sugar gourds and strode into the purple bamboo forest.

As soon as I stepped into the purple bamboo forest, a voice came from the forest: "Guests stop, Zhangye purple bamboo forest, non-elegant people are not allowed to enter, and guests are also asked to prove their identity." ”

Wu Qiutian was slightly stunned, a person with an elegant heart? What kind of elegant person am I, this Zitong can really give people problems.

After thinking about it, he had to say loudly: "Dare to ask your seniors, what is an elegant person?"

The voice said: "He is an elegant person, making friends is an elegant person, admiring the elegant style, one of the three, is an elegant person." ”

"Wu himself is not an elegant person, and I don't like the elegant style very much, but I have a little friendship with elegant people, I don't know if the predecessors of Confucianism Wang Shouren can be regarded as an elegant person?"

From that voice, he could tell that the cultivation of this person who spoke should not be very high, at most it was the cultivation of about the third level of the human rank. Embarrassed by such a person, he and Potian can't afford to lose this face, so if the other party doesn't let him in, he has no choice but to retreat.

Just as he was retreating, the people inside spoke: "Shouren is kind, does things openly, and never embarrasses anyone. If you like calligraphy, painting, piano and chess, you can naturally afford the word elegant, and the guests are invited to enter. ”

Walking into the purple bamboo forest, the grass in the forest is green, the birds are crying from time to time to beautiful music, and a grass house looks very simple. An old man is exactly the same as the portrait, at this moment, he is pouring tea next to a middle-aged man, and the middle-aged man is playing the piano solo.

If you don't know the inside story, when you see this scene, you will definitely think that the old man is a servant, and the middle-aged man is the master of this place, but Wu Qiutian has a picture scroll in his hand, so he naturally understands that the old man is the master of this place.

He quietly gave the old man a deep sigh: "The seniors are elegant, and the junior Wu Qiutian has seen the seniors." ”

The old man didn't seem to hear anything, didn't say a word, and concentrated on pouring tea for the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man put his hand on the strings, and the sound stopped abruptly.

He looked up and asked, "Dare to ask the guest, but it's for Zizhu?"

Wu Qiu Tiandao: "No, Wu came just to find someone." ”

"Oh, I don't know who the guests are looking for?" the middle-aged man pretended to be calm, because Wu Qiutian didn't speak to him at all, but had been talking to the old man all the time.

Wu Qiutian continued to say to the old man: "Is it a bit rude for the seniors to refuse to answer, but let the juniors deal with the juniors?"

The old man raised his head suddenly, and a fine light appeared in his cloudy eyes: "I don't know who I am, but it turns out to be a master." Now that the master has seen through it, Pilu, you go down first, and talk to the guests. ”

The middle-aged man got up to leave, and the old man sat in the place where the middle-aged man was sitting just now, and stretched out his hand to make a gesture of please: "Please drink tea!"

"The elders don't dare to quit, the elders don't dare to drink, and ask the seniors to drink first. Wu Qiutian smiled.

The old man looked extremely sloppy, but from the tone and momentum of his speech, it could be seen that this old man should belong to the kind of old master of Zhirutang. Therefore, in terms of etiquette, Wu Qiutian did his best to the extreme, and he did not dare to be careless.

The old man took a sip lightly and made a gesture of please again, Wu Qiutian took the teacup and drank it all in one gulp, and said with a smile: "Good tea." ”

"This tea is worth three words, a pound can make 100 pots of tea, the guests drink it all, the mouth does not leave the fragrance of tea, the tip of the tongue does not touch the bitterness of the tea, talk about good tea. The old man picked up the teacup and took another sip. The tea mixed with the liquid was clutched in his mouth, and after a while, he swallowed it gently.

Wu Qiutian smiled: "The juniors are vulgar people, and they don't understand the things that these gentlemen love, so please forgive the seniors." The younger generation is here to find someone, and I also ask the seniors to give advice. ”

The old man waved his hand and interrupted him: "Please tea, a pot of bitter tea, drink it all, and know everything." ”

Wu Qiutian took the teapot and poured it into his mouth, the taste was very strange, bitter with a pungent smell, and the taste seemed to be a little disgusting.

He held his breath and drank the bitter tea in the teapot in one gulp: "Please speak!"

"The person you are looking for is here, Zizhu Lin East went to the Yuelai Teahouse on two streets, and he was the owner. Young man, old and old, go as soon as possible! There are flowers that can be broken and must be broken, don't wait for no flowers and empty branches!" The old man closed his eyes and pointed the way.

There are flowers that can be broken and must be broken, don't wait for no flowers to be broken branches, the old man's advice he listened to in his ears, but did not remember it in his heart. There is someone in his heart, no matter what the flower, he doesn't want to fold.

Zitong was afraid that he would misunderstand, so he would make things so complicated, and he didn't know what benefits this old man had received, and he was willing to help a little girl.

After Wu Qiutian left, Zitong walked out of the hut: "Thank you, sir." ”

The old man didn't speak, he also pointed out the way to go, and Zitong left lonely.

In the Yuelai Teahouse, the shopkeeper Wu Dong was counting the silver taels, looking at his facial expression, as if he was really a mercenary businessman. However, his identity is not simple, he is the liaison person sent by the God Emperor Valley to Zhangye City, and he usually monitors every move of the Snow Mountain Sect, and at the same time has the right to deploy all the God Emperor Valley in Mobei.

Of course, the Snow Mountain Sect knew his identity, but it was not yet time to tear his face with the God Emperor Valley, so they didn't know what to do.

Wu Qiutian came to the teahouse and found a clean place to sit down, Xiao Er looked at him and pouted disdainfully: "Tea!"

As soon as the crystal clear top-grade spirit stone revealed the corner of the smoothie, Wu Qiutian smiled slightly, and Xiao Er's voice came again: "Tea!"

The spirit stone finally revealed the whole picture, Xiao Er was shocked, and said again and again: "Good tea, good tea." ”

Wu Dong looked up and saw Wu Qiutian, he was shocked.

He was already a little restless these days, and after receiving that group of people, he was even more uneasy. After learning that they were all dead, he even thought about fleeing.

However, with a heavy responsibility, the master will not let him leave, even if he stubbornly leaves, someone will kill him as soon as possible.

Wu Qiutian pointed at Wu Dong: "You, come here, tell me what good tea you have in the store." ”

Wu Dong tried his best to calm himself, but his left hand still couldn't help but tremble, he walked out of the counter and whispered, "I don't know what flavor of tea the guest officer needs?"

Wu Qiu Tiandao: "I don't like to drink tea in my life, but I like to mix blood with wine, I don't know if I can borrow the head of the shopkeeper to use it, so as to pay tribute to the heroic spirits under the nine springs of my brothers!"

Wu Dong's face changed greatly: "Guest... What does this mean by the guest? ”

Wu Qiutian sneered: "What do I mean, you know better than anyone else, there are some things, if you want people to know, unless you don't do it." The people of the God Emperor Valley, when did they not even dare to admit what they had done, if they were afraid of death, even if they said, Wu Mou would definitely give you a good time, so that you would not die too painfully. ”

Wu Dong, whose face had turned gray, lowered his head: "Let's do it!"

Unexpectedly, Wu Qiutian didn't make a move immediately, but said lightly: "Tell you people from the God Emperor Valley to come out." ”

Wu Dong gritted his teeth and said: "Everything is my business, and it has nothing to do with them, why don't you even let them go." ”

Wu Qiu Tiandao: "The person who has an enmity with the God Emperor Valley is me, and it has nothing to do with other people, why do you refuse to let go of my brother who breaks the sky." Less nonsense, don't force me to search for souls. ”

Wu Dong gritted his teeth and said: "Don't think about it, even if I blow myself up, I will never let you succeed." ”

But after all, he was one step too late, Wu Qiutian's soul suppression technique had already suppressed his soul, but he didn't know it. As soon as the idea of wanting to explode came out, his soul was immediately imprisoned, and the things in his mind kept appearing in Wu Qiutian's mind.