Chapter 375

The pen, ink, paper and inkstone were already on the table. Baihu lit the candle with a fire stick and used the weak flame to grind the ink. Qinglong organized his words a little and picked up the pen to write.

In less than half a minute, he put down the pen and blew the ink dry, picked up a thin piece of paper and handed it to Zhao Jue, "Come on, come on, check if there is anything missing."

Zhao Jue took the paper, glanced at it briefly, and then looked at it carefully. He never uttered a single word, but tapped his fingertips from time to time, making a series of clicks.

"How is it? Is my writing acceptable?" Qinglong laughed, his eyes full of pride.

"I don't understand what it says." Zhao Jue said frankly. He could understand every one of the hundreds of words on the paper, and as for the meaning...

I understand it a little, I understand it a little.

"Ah?" Qinglong turned his head in confusion.

Putting down the teacup in his hand, Liu Zhiyuan volunteered to say, "Let me take a look."

He took the paper handed over by Zhao Jue and turned his body to avoid blocking the candlelight. After reading it carefully, he couldn't help but nod and praise, "Good handwriting, good writing!"

"What does it mean?" Zhao Jue and Baihu didn't understand, so they asked shamelessly.

Liu Zhiyuan pointed at the paper and smiled, "The letter said that a great master appeared in Jiangnan. I beg Lord Lu to send more people to investigate his background in detail."

"That's all?" The two looked at each other and asked curiously.

"That's all." Liu Zhiyuan put down the paper and spread his hands to indicate that this was what he meant.

Zhao Jue frowned and blamed, "It's just a sentence, so why write a hundred words? Really, can the fifth master understand this long paragraph?"

Without waiting for Qinglong to answer, Liu Zhiyuan next to him waved his hand and explained easily, "Don't worry, brother, Lord Lu is also a Jinshi, I guarantee he can understand it!"

Wow! Liu Zhiyuan's words really opened Zhao Jue's eyes. Unexpectedly, Lu Wenyu, the old guy, is also a literary and martial genius!

Sure enough, no one who can be the top leader is simple.

In order to cover up the embarrassment, Zhao pretended to be profound, "Since there is no problem, then go and send it, go and send it, ah."

After speaking, he glanced at the other four people and said kindly: "It's getting late, go and rest. Get enough energy, and set off for Beijing the night after tomorrow."

"Okay."

"Okay."

"Listen to you."

The four people left one after another. Except for Qinglong who was going out to send a letter, the other three went to their rooms.

Physically tired, naturally very sleepy, when I woke up, it was slightly dark. Zhao leaned against the head of the bed, still a little hazy, half asleep and half awake.

After a moment of stagnation, he rubbed his eyes and stretched his waist, moving his stiff body, "Another day."

After washing up, he went to find the other four people and went downstairs to fill their stomachs.

There was a bit of bustle outside the inn. Although the sky was getting dark, there were still many people coming and going. But many people looked the same: they lowered their heads slightly, had no expression on their faces, and walked attentively. Even if they met acquaintances, they only nodded and didn't even say hello.

It's strange. Why did these people suddenly become so timid and cautious? Zhao held his chin and looked at the pedestrians outside the inn with strange eyes.

Noticing his expression, Zhuque lowered his voice and explained in his ear: "A large number of corpses were found on the mountain. Many people suspect that it was because those people found the treasures left by Xu Zhenjun and were killed. This matter has caused panic among the people. Everyone is afraid of speaking out of turn, so they might as well speak as little as possible."

After listening to Zhao, he suddenly realized that this was the case. But the four words "a large number of corpses" in the words made him feel a little confused. He just killed 20 or 30 people last night, and today there was news of a large number of corpses. Is it a coincidence?

But it doesn't make sense! In less than a day, it can be spread with details. Isn't it too fast? Could it be that there are people with different thoughts who are fanning the flames?

Thinking of this, he hurriedly asked softly: "Where were the bodies found?"

"Up the hillside, down the top of the mountain." Zhuque gestured while saying.

Looking back at the surroundings, she continued: "I suspect that those so-called large numbers of bodies are actually the people you two killed last night."

Onlookers are clear, but those involved are confused. Even Zhuque, who was directly involved, had doubts, so it was almost certain.

But this speed was really too fast. In his opinion, it would take at least two days, plus the half day and one day that were spread out, and it would take at least three days for the rumors to appear. He decided to set off tomorrow night for this reason, but everything developed far beyond his expectations.

Who was pushing behind the scenes? What was the purpose? He couldn't figure it out.

"It should be the people who were killed last night." Zhao looked heavy, retracted his gaze and no longer paid attention to the outsiders in the inn.

After eating and drinking, Zhao went to find the shopkeeper alone. Just like the original town, I asked the shopkeeper to help me buy some things, and bought dozens of jars of water from him.

The situation is confusing, and the road ahead is long and unknown. It will never go wrong to prepare more. Besides, it doesn't cost much money.

After the discussion and payment, Zhao returned to his room with his hands behind his back, leaning against the window, staring at the perfect movement through the window.

Time passed quickly, and there was nothing unusual overnight. It was calm and peaceful.

Until the sun was high, the shopkeeper sent the things, and after paying the balance, there was still nothing unusual.

"I think too much?" He smiled bitterly and shook his head. He had experienced many dangerous things, and he didn't dare to believe in normal situations.

"Good! If there is no abnormality tonight, it will be even better!" Zhao murmured softly while walking towards the bed.

Until he woke up, he didn't notice any changes, it was exactly the same as yesterday, so he relaxed a little. The five of them ate and drank enough, each holding a cup of tea to digest the food, waiting for the night to get darker, so that they could set off at night.

At this time, in the town of Shannanpo, as the sky gradually darkened, there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road. At the beginning of the hour of Hai, there were no pedestrians on the street.

In a teahouse facing the street, the white-haired shopkeeper glanced at the sky outside the window for a few times, and felt that the time was about right, so he walked quietly to the window seat, bowed slightly and smiled respectfully: "Hero, the shop is about to close, I wonder if you can help me? I am very grateful to you."

Hearing the voice, the man came back to his senses slowly, bowed his hands and said embarrassedly: "Please forgive me, shopkeeper, I was so fascinated for a while that I forgot the time. I'll pay the bill."

"Thank you for your understanding! I'm really sorry, this pot of tea is my apology, no money." The old man said with a smile.

A pot of coarse tea is not worth much money. As long as the man in front of him doesn't make trouble, why not invite him to drink?

"How can this be!" The man stood up, stretched his body, and refused sternly.

Without waiting for the old man to explain, a tael of silver was placed on the table. The man smiled and said, "It's natural to pay for things. Old man, just accept it."

After speaking, the man walked out quickly with his hands behind his back, not giving the old man a chance to refuse. Only when he walked out of the teahouse did he slow down his pace and looked up at the sky.

Thick dark clouds covered the moon, and there was no brightness on the ground, it was dim.

The man grinned, "It's going to rain, the weather is so nice, it's so nice!"

"It's a good day to close your eyes!"

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