"The hosts, unusual. ”

Jiang Ye stood in the center of the courtyard, in charge of his yard of pear blossoms. Spring is thick, it is a pleasant season, but the rivers and lakes always have to break into places that should not be broken into, stirring up people's leisure. He didn't look back, just held the flower rain full of palms, and looked at it carefully: "Say." ”

"Chu Xuehai is missing, and Chu Tao doesn't make any moves. ”

"What should he do?"

"Shouldn't the Feather Chasing Sword Sect be tracked down everywhere, unless he, Chu Tao, really plans to take refuge in Jiang Shaoyun. ”

Jiang Ye's clogs smacked on the bluestone slab floor, creaking, accompanied by a long and lazy laugh: "He, his father's hatred is not in the sky, how can he spare Jiang Shaoyun! Even if Chu Xuehai is in Jiang Shaoyun's hands?"

"If his sister is in the hands of others, can he still be calm? If that old monster is vicious, won't the beautiful girl be ruined?

The clog's voice was still as slow as usual: "Konoha is a trick to scare ordinary people." Unfortunately, the wrong opportunity was used. Chu Tao is gaining power, how can he be arrogant——"

Bu Yike continued to retort: "However, Chu Tao is not a ruthless ......" The voice was cut off by Jiang Ye's suddenly raised tone: "But he knows better that if Jiang Shaoyun still expects to cooperate with him, he will not dare to put too heavy a hand on Chu Xuehai." ”

Buyike suddenly sighed: "A dangerous game of chess!"

Jiang Ye quietly stretched out his hand to the falling flower, and at the moment when the remnant petal flowed between his fingers, he suddenly shook it, and what flowed out was just a piece of powder in the wind and dust. He smiled lightly: "Before the endgame, how do you know success or failure?" This is his favorite sentence on his lips after competing with Chu Tao for many years.

"Sir is clever!" the cloth man leaned over, bowed deeply, buried his head deep in the shadows, and secretly hooked up a smile at the corner of his mouth.

Outside the door, he suddenly rushed into the frightened herald servant, and shouted all the way out of breath: "Jiang Ye, it's hard to get Jiang Ye!" didn't take a steady step, and stumbled to the threshold.

Jiang Ye looked at his embarrassed face on the ground, and sighed deeply: "Take it easy, don't ...... as if you were smashed in the field."

The little guy struggled to get up, pressed the bruise and purple wounds on his face, and endured the pain: "Really...... It's really smashed......"

"What?" the cloth guest cried out in surprise along with Jiang Ye.

"Where?" asked the cloth man, grabbing the little guy by the collar.

"Marina. ”

"Who?"

"Xie Jun and ......"

"He?" the cloth man said in disbelief.

Jiang Ye smiled: "What Chu Tao himself doesn't want to do because of his face, it's probably good to hand it over to that scoundrel." ”

Buyike said: "Could it be that they have found something?"

Jiang Ye's gaze swept coldly: "What can I find?"

The half sentence in the cloth cloth guest's mouth was immediately shocked and shrunk into two words: "In case ......"

"So what?"

"Cautious ......" The back of the cloth cloth has been arched like a shrimp.

"Why does he Chu Tao dare to help me?" Jiang Ye said as he folded the willow branch in his hand into two, "Go to the dock!"

The wharf under the black rock cliff, thousands of sails have passed, and the endless flow of cars, horses and people rise and fall in front of you. There are many tongues and tongues in the Ning Xiang Pavilion, and this has always been a place where people in the rivers and lakes use knives and guns openly and secretly. Don't underestimate those poorly dressed cloth guests, maybe it is a knight who doesn't want to be named. Don't underestimate the coolies who load and unload goods, and there is immeasurable blood hidden under the short and ugly body. Don't underestimate those bookkeepers who look at Sven in abacus robes, most of the vicious tricks of forcing debts to collect debts are hidden under their mean smiles.

Sweeping the snow in front of the door is the smartest thing to do at the docks. People from the south to the north and south nod and smile to deal with each other on weekdays, but at the critical moment, they suddenly confronted each other, completely ignoring the friendship of each other.

Xie Junhe stood quietly by the long river, listening to the endless sound of the tide lapping on the bank, and shook the hilt of the sword in his hand.

Where has the sea of snow been swept away by the tide of the rivers and lakes?

Even Chu Tao couldn't find out the news here, but he had the confidence to find out the details?

Pulling the corners of your mouth counts as a wry smile - do you dare not check?

It's like having a long dream, one dream for ten days. Ten days, in this river and lake, it is enough to bury a person so that he can't even smell the rancid smell of the corpse. Chu Tao withdrew all the rangers who inquired about the news at this time. Are you discouraged and lazy? Xie Junhe didn't dare to speculate like this, but he was very glad that Chu Tao didn't split him.

Although he is not too nostalgic for the Feather Sword Sect, he doesn't want to be kicked out of the door for such a humiliating reason.

However, the rest of the road, only he walked by himself.

Where do you find the mud oxen when they enter the sea?

Looking around blankly, a flash of inspiration suddenly dawned: On this south bank, there are not many places where the Feather Chasing Sword Sect can not smell a little breath after all.

As a result, a fierce and cruel lion broke into the Jiang family's business, causing everyone to scream and jump up and down wildly. When this storm blew violently through the storehouse of the firm, it was caught off guard, and chaos abounded.

With a "bang", a shell was thrown out, like a winter melon falling to the ground. Before everyone could relax their senses, they heard a "bang" again, and the burly body that flew out hit the ground with its face without any image. The people on the street were dumbfounded. There were muffled noises one after another, and the people in the room who were blocking each other did not speak, and they were thrown out of the door. The little servant rubbed the crunching bones all over his body, and couldn't sit up for a long time, so he had to remind the few people who came forward to help him with difficulty: "Quick, find Jiang Ye!"

When the messenger rushed away, Xie Junhe had already turned over directly into the account room, dragged the account man from under the table, who was almost so frightened that he couldn't even recognize him, and pressed it to the table.

"Big ...... The hero ...... "Mr. Ledger's teeth and tongue are numb and dull.

"Who the hell cares who you Jiang Ye is, if you offend Lao Tzu, come and try Lao Tzu's sword!" Xie Junhe looked down on everyone arrogantly, and the chaos was suddenly suppressed by most of it. "I don't like to talk nonsense, and I don't like to listen to nonsense!" The remnant sword lit up slightly in his hand, leaving the entire shop silent.

He was very satisfied with everyone's cooperation, raised the corners of his mouth coldly, pressed the shoulders of Mr. Bookkeeper and said, "Steward, within ten days, will your merchant ship leave the port?"

Mr. Ledger cleared his consciousness and said with a smile: "Master Chu has already sent someone to ask." Of course I don't dare to have ......."

"Chu Tao's question is about decent Sven, but it's just a reminder for your master. It's different when I come. Before he finished speaking, the cold light flashed, and the good sword came out of its sheath and directly rested on the neck of the bookkeeper and pressed it to the corner.

"Great Hero...... Mr. Bookkeeper's legs couldn't help but tremble, and he couldn't stand up straight.

Xie Junhe ignored it, picked up the undried ledger on the table, and swept over the pages as if flying. Things on the ledger are far more efficient than lies. Sure enough, he found a few familiar names on a page, linked into a string of hidden facts: three days ago, a group of Jiang Ye's merchant ships had just left the shore, under the banner of "wind and thunder", from the Black Stone Cliff to Bilian Continent, and changed to Tang Yao in the Beacon Ridge. A silk business only. But who would have believed that this was an ordinary silk business? In particular, it was the Chiang family's tight-lipped attitude towards the matter, and the coincidence of the date.

"Wow!" the ledger was thrown directly into the face, shattering like a leaf in the wind under the impact. And Mr. Bookkeeper's face instantly turned from blue and gray to a little purple and green mixed embarrassment.

Xie Junhe smiled: "Tang Yao's business is great!"

The sound of the conversation was mixed with the sound of the sword being put back into its sheath, clean and neat, and the bookkeeper finally leaned against the wall and collapsed to the ground little by little, losing his mind, like mud.