The girls in Mengchunlou seem to be very afraid of the bustard, since the bustard sticks to You Zhi'er, there are fewer girls who come here to chat and watch palmistry.

Those who want to achieve great things must have perseverance, but You Zhifang wants to tell the old bustard, your spring breeze can't shake the rock in my heart, this is hurtful, can't say it, of course, the more important reason is that the table at the door is borrowed from the old bustard.

After being tortured for a morning, You Zhiming escaped under the pretext of eating, and when he left, You Zhiming secretly decided to change places from Ming'er.

Once people are idle, they will be bored, and when they are bored, they will think about how to enjoy it, and the rich people will call it the quality of life, and the people who have no money will call it poor and happy.

You Zhiming is like this at this time, he is tired of eating the delicacies of the restaurant in the past few days, and he is worried about what to eat at this time.

Unconsciously came to an open-air noodle restaurant, and a simple plaque hung at the door of the noodle restaurant, with the words "longevity noodle restaurant" written on it.

The noodle shop was full of people, from ordinary peddlers and pawns to gorgeously dressed dignitaries, which showed that the noodles in this noodle restaurant were extraordinary.

After waiting for a while, I found a place to sit down, and there were only the owner of the noodle restaurant who made noodles and Xiao Er with a towel, and there were only two people who were not slow.

Soon the noodles were served, one clear, two white, three red and four green, and the steaming noodles exuded a faint smell of green onion and chili oil.

Jing Fei picked up the chopsticks and rubbed them with his hand, it seemed that he was wiping the chopsticks, but there was another mystery, if you looked closely, you would find that there was an extra silver needle as thin as a cow's hair between the chopsticks, the chopsticks reached into the bowl and picked up the noodles and rubbed them around the inner wall of the bowl, picked up the chopsticks to see, the silver needle did not change color, and quietly put away the silver needle.

This is a habit that You Zhiming has developed for a long time, after all, walking the rivers and lakes safety first, smart drug users often use mixed drugs, take this bowl of noodles as an example, if the poison is only tested in the bowl is ineffective, when the chopsticks are stretched into the bowl, it is different, and even the combination of the two will not have any effect, and when the noodles pass through the mouth of the bowl, the poison is really formed.

The people sitting at the same table noticed Jing Fei's actions, looked up and continued to eat noodles with their heads down, everyone has their own unique characteristics when eating noodles, just like this person, who likes to pick noodles very high when eating.

The noodles are very thin and long, one to the end, You Zhiming picked up the noodles and was about to enter the mouth, when he suddenly heard a sound of sighing and water dripping behind him.

Turning his head, he saw a dirty yellow dog squatting behind him, blind with one eye and a lame leg, and all kinds of stains on his hair, staring at the noodles with his tongue sticking out.

You Zhiming smiled and said:

"Brother Huang, why are you so miserable, it's stealing food and running slowly, haha. ”

After that, he beckoned Xiao Er to come to another bowl, and by the way, he also bought this bowl.

Turned around and put the noodles on the table in front of the yellow dog, the yellow dog seemed to be hungry for a long time, lowered his head and chirped and ate it, You Zhiming looked at the yellow dog eating urgently, and said with a smile:

"What's the hurry, it's not enough to bring you another bowl. ”

Seeing this, the people at the same table praised Lao Dao for his kindness, and You Zhiming laughed when he heard it, saying that he had a little spare money.

As soon as the words fell, the sound of the bowl knocking over to the ground sounded beside him, You Zhiming looked fixedly, only to see the yellow dog falling to the ground and convulsing, with pus and blood flowing out of his eyes, ears, mouth, and nostrils, and then the fur rotted, and after a few breaths, a living dog was only left with a pool of dirty blood.

There was a cry of vomiting in the noodle restaurant, You Zhiming's back was cold at this time, his scalp was numb, and his consciousness appeared for a short time.

If there was no Brother Huang behind him, then it was himself who turned into thick blood now, even if he was disguised to this point, would he still be discovered!

You Zhiming is Jing Fei's disguised role, even Zhang Jingchang and Guo'er, who have been together for a long time, and Qianxun at the city gate can hide it, but he was still found by the killer of the Sacrifice Palace, he can't figure out where the flaws are.

Jing Fei seemed to have been drained of strength, and sat on the bench decadently, and the owner of the noodle shop came to Jing Fei in a panic to explain that he was innocent, this noodle restaurant had been in business for more than ten years, and he had no grievances with Jing Fei, and there was no reason to poison and murder.

It's just that Jing Fei is not in the mood to pay attention at this time, he is not sure whether the news that the killer of the Sacrifice Hall only strikes once a year is true or false, the decadence of his appearance is just to confuse the enemy, and the muscles all over his body are already tense under his wide clothes.

Soon the official of the county government rushed to the noodle restaurant, asked what had happened, and secretly said that the matter was tricky, took out a porcelain bottle and carefully collected some thick blood, and all the pots and pans in the noodle restaurant were taken away for inspection, and the people in the store were also not spared.

The leading official knew You Zhiming, and said that You Zhiming cooperated with him to go to the county office, but You Zhiming didn't react as if he was scared stupid.

The leading official sighed, beckoned the two of them to pick You Zhiming up and walk towards the official mansion.

Not far away, at the corner of the alley, a rough-looking man watched all this quietly, his eyes were intertwined with doubt and resentment, and a thin black needle in his sleeve slid back and forth between his fingers, and finally the man put away the thin needle and left without looking back.

After arriving at the county office, You Zhiming, who Jing Fei pretended, still looked scared and stupid, and the people from the county government asked for a long time and didn't ask a word.

The owner of the noodle shop was innocent, and the people who ate in the store at that time were fine, and no other clues were found except for the poison residue found in the bowl that Jing Feiduan gave to the yellow dog.

In the blink of an eye, it was afternoon, and when the people from the county government sent Jing Fei out, Jing Fei suddenly thought of something.

There are no more than one hand-in-law third-order monks in the county, and second-order monks are also rare, and Jing Fei, a second-order monk in the Lantern Festival Wuhui County, has met before, but the faces of the two monks that Jing Fei met when he went to the Drunken Immortal Tower for the first time are still unfamiliar.

The monks are very destructive, and Hanyuan City gives preferential treatment while the control of the monks is also very strict, and foreign monks need to be registered in detail to enter the city, and their names and places of origin and the things they have to do here will be recorded one by one.

The ones who can make Zhang Jingchang take it seriously must be monks above the second order, so will the two monks be the killers of the Sacrifice Palace?

Jing Fei now lives in a small courtyard near Qinghe Garden, and when he returned to his residence, Jing Fei did not take off his disguise, and checked around and found no traces of outsiders sneaking in.

I took out a pen and paper and began to paint, drawing a portrait of a rugged man and a rich man I met at the beginning, and after painting, I wrote the words "Killer of the Temple of Sacrifice" below.

Tossing in front of the mirror for an hour, a delicate woman's face appeared in the mirror, except for a child who was too young to disguise, Jing Fei could imitate almost anyone he had ever seen.

The willow waist dances lightly, the lotus steps move lightly, and the Miaoman's posture under the pink tulle attracts passers-by to look sideways frequently, and there is a slight smile on the fair and delicate face.

There have been very few pedestrians near the county office, Jing Fei twisted his waist to a corner of the wall where no one was there to observe for a while, took out the portrait he had drawn before from his arms and threw it behind the wall, and the portrait spun and fell under the tree in the county office.

Now I just have to wait for the news, Jing Fei said secretly.

Didn't stop, turned around and turned back.

Rather believe it or not, the people of the county government immediately took action after picking up the paper, and the county ordered Gao Jin to let Wu Dongxu take full responsibility for this matter, Wu Dongxu was so old that there was no fanfare on the street, and there was no obvious change in the county guards paraded on the street, everything was carried out in silence.

The next afternoon, Jing Fei was rushing to his residence with a fortune-telling banner, and suddenly saw a commotion in front of him, so he quickly stepped forward to see that Wu Dongxu and a group of soldiers were besieging a bearded man with Zhao Mingde of the Divine Protectorate, and that big man was the person Jing Fei painted.

Jing Fei cautiously approached the circle of siege, holding the shout tightly in his wide sleeves, he was very sure that the person besieging was the killer of the Sacrifice Palace, and the way he left after a short fight with Zhang Jingchang that night was the same as at this time.

The gap between the second order and the third order is huge, the second-order killer of the Sacrifice Hall can assassinate the third-order monk, but the strength of the head-on enemy is still insufficient, if it is only in the face of a third-order monk, there is still a high chance of escaping with that strange body method, and now there are two third-order senior monks of Wu Dongxu and Zhao Mingde and a group of second-order monks besieging it, Jing Fei feels that the killer of the Sacrifice Hall will not escape this time.

A few blood-burning needles were thrown at the besieging second-order monks, the killer seemed to be exhausted, and with Wu Dongxu and Zhao Mingde on the side, those second-order monks could easily dodge.

Jing Fei was in a good mood, looking at the dying man with great interest, and at the same time, he was also impressed in his heart, he could still hold out for so long against so many monks with a second-order body, and his strength could be seen, which confirmed the strength of the Sacrifice Hall from the side.

Jing Fei was also very helpless, after all, if a killer died, there was a chance that the Sacrifice Hall would send a more difficult one.

But he carefully arranged it, and even Jing Fei, the blood-burning needle, didn't dare to take it with him, for fear that there would be a plan to sacrifice his body, even if he was so cautious, he was still found, and this was a decision made only when he was forced into a desperate situation.

Sometimes blindly dodging and retreating is not the best choice, taking the initiative will have a glimmer of life, even Jing Fei doesn't know where this vitality is.

The killer of the Sacrifice Hall finally fell slowly, and the corners of Jing Fei's mouth in the distance curled slightly, and the uneasiness and gloom in his heart were swept away.

"Let's make the storm more violent. ”

After Jing Fei whispered a word, he swayed his sleeves and turned around and strode away.