After Konghou returned to his room, he did not fall asleep. She opened the window and glanced at Qiu Cheng's guards who were surrounding the inn downstairs. She leaned against the window and held her cheek with one hand, while the other hand caught the fluttering snowflakes.
A carriage came slowly from the east of the street, and then stopped at the entrance of this inn.
The man in brocade clothes and a solid white fox fur cloak got out of the carriage and looked up at her.
Huan Zong took off the cloak and hood he wore on his head, and smiled at Konghou. At this moment, the blossoming of red plums and the early sun in winter were not as good-looking as this smile. Konghou couldn't help but smiled back at the other party and waved at him.
"Young master, there are dead people in this shop, so no one can live there."
The middle-aged man in black walked back to Huan Zong: "Master, let's change to another store."
Huan Zong looked up at the girl upstairs: "Girl, don't you change to an inn?"
The man in black looked upstairs, only to see a girl lying by the window, smiling and looking at his son. He looked at the girl, then looked at Huan Zong, his expression was a little subtle, this cold night and snowy day, when did the son develop the habit of talking to people upstairs and downstairs
"I am afraid that the news of the dead in the inn has already spread. I am afraid that other inns will not dare to accept guests tonight." Konghou climbed out of the window and jumped in front of Huan Zong, "The room next to me is still empty, Master Huan Zong. If you don’t dislike the bad luck in the inn, you can temporarily stay for one night and leave tomorrow morning.”
There is a person with at least Jindan period or above as a groom. This beautiful man named Huan Zong is definitely not from an ordinary family. Such a person should not be afraid of a corpse in the inn.
"Life and death are the cycle of heaven. For me, there is no bad luck." Huan Zong smiled, "Thank you girl for letting me know, I will disturb you tonight."
The guards at the entrance of the inn felt that there might be something wrong with Huan Zong's brain, knowing that someone died in the inn, and he still wanted to live in it. Although cultivators are informal, they are too careless. There are so many inns in Qiucheng, even if they are unwilling to receive guests at night, as long as they spend a little more money, there is nothing that cannot be done. This handsome young man is gorgeously dressed, and he doesn't look like someone who has no money. Why should he feel so wronged
"Master Huanzong, your bodyguard should have a high cultivation base, right?" Konghou smiled embarrassedly at Huanzong, "Wait, can you ask the two of you to do me a little favor?"
The second rule of thumb is that when you need to ask someone to do something, you should ask someone with a thick skin and a generous heart.
"Huh?" Huan Zong glanced at the man in black behind him, "His name is Lin Hu, if the girl needs anything, feel free to speak."
"Mr. Lin Hu." Kong Hou bowed to the man in black, "The people in the inn are panicking now. If there is a dispute between the two sides, please calm down the dispute. My cultivation is superficial. I'm afraid I can't hold back."
The man in black looked at Huan Zong.
Huan Zong said: "It's just a small matter. When the girl needs it, just call."
Kong Hou breathed a sigh of relief and thanked Huan Zong again. Now the people in the inn can still give Yun Huamen and Zhao Hanzong some thin noodles, and they can bear it in the inn, but it is hard to say what the situation will be tomorrow morning.
The people in the inn were still curious about where this handsome young man came from, and then saw Konghou talking to this person, he seemed to know each other, and they were embarrassed to question the identity of this person and let them enter the door.
Especially after they found out that the guard behind your son was unfathomable, they had no opinion. No matter when, the strong can always make people learn to be quiet and silent.
Du Jing was curious about Huanzong's identity, but he didn't want to go to Konghou to be his grandson, so he sneaked up to the door and asked the guards there what Konghou said to two strange men just now.
The guard shook his head blankly: "Young City Lord, when they were talking just now, the subordinates only heard a buzzing sound, and couldn't hear anything clearly."
Hearing this, Du Jing instantly understood that this was a technique that confuses other people's hearing. But is the person who used the spell the master uncle, or the two unidentified men
The guys in the inn quickly tidied up the room and didn't dare to stay for a long time. They ran downstairs without looking back. The guests who dare to live in the store knowing that someone is dead in the store can't afford to offend them.
Konghou looked at the back of his buddy in a hurry and looked back at Lin Hu who was behind Huanzong. Is this guard so scary
"Master Huanzong, please have a good rest, I won't disturb you." Konghou thought for a while and reminded, "According to my experience, they will quarrel early tomorrow morning. By that time, you will not be able to sleep well if you want to. ."
Huan Zong was stunned: "I didn't expect the girl to know so much about these things."
"Actually, I don't understand." Konghou took out the Miaobi Ke's words book, feeling a little embarrassed, "It was written in the Miao Bi Ke words book that the protagonist was sleeping in the part where he was woken up by the sound of other people's fighting."
After saying this, Konghou saw Huanzong's sluggish expression, thinking that he hadn't read this book, so he stuffed the book to him: "You haven't read this one yet, so I'll lend it to you." It's rare to come across one For readers who also like Miaobike, Konghou is very generous.
This kind of person or thing that you like, finally has the joy that other people appreciate, ordinary people will not understand.
"Thank you, thank you." Huan Zong held the book, and then showed a bright smile after being stunned for a while.
When he saw that he had received a book from the wonderful writer, he was so happy, and Konghou was even more fond of Huanzong. The original goodwill stemmed from the appearance of the other party, but the increased goodwill now comes from his appreciation for Miaobike.
"You're welcome, I have a lot of books from Miaobi Ke in my collection, and I can lend them to you when I have a chance in the future." Konghou heard the other person coughing several times, "You should rest early."
She walked a few steps, and when she walked to her door, she said a little embarrassedly: "Well... after you read it, you must return it to me. I only have one set of this book, and I don't have much." Face is a little red. A book is not worth much, and it is stingy to stress that people send it back. But there was only one book, and she was really reluctant.
"Please don't worry, girl, I will definitely protect this book so that it won't be damaged." Fortunately, Huan Zong was not a careful man. Not only was he not angry, but he smiled more tenderly and carefully put the book in his sleeve. inside.
Kong Hou breathed a sigh of relief, squinted at Huan Zong and returned to his room.
Huan Zong returned to the room, walked to the table, sat down, and opened the book in his hand. The book has traces of multiple flips, and the spine has a rough edge, but the pages are well protected. Below some pages, there is also a note of the owner of the book. However, the owner marked it very carefully, and the font was very small. It seemed that he was reluctant to let the text of the text get a little ink.
"It seems that she really likes it." Huan Zong coughed a few times, put the back of his hand to his mouth, and a smile appeared on his pale face.
"Master." Lin Hu took out a jade box and handed it to Huan Zong, "It's time for you to take medicine."
Huan Zong took the jade box, took the pill, swallowed it, and closed his eyes gently. Lin Hu put away the jade box, glanced at the words book on the table, silently retreated to the corner of the room, and began to meditate cross-legged.
Just before dawn, Konghou was awakened by the sound of smashing bowls and cups downstairs. She got up to wash up and opened the door just when Huan Zong came out of the door, and he waved to him. When Huan Zong approached, he lowered his voice and said excitedly, "Look, there is indeed a commotion downstairs, isn't Miaobi Ke very powerful?"
Huan Zong looked down at the young girl beside him. The expression on her face was three-point excitement and two-point pride, as if Miaobi Ke had done something very remarkable, which made her feel honored.
"Well, very powerful." Huan Zong heard himself say this.
The atmosphere downstairs was indeed not very good. A Jindan stage cultivator and two foundation-building cultivators were sitting at the same table. They looked gloomy and stared at the maidservant of the Zhaohan Sect sitting in the corner. They dared to be angry but did not dare to speak.
They are all people who have something to do. They proved their innocence in the second half of the night and wanted to leave the inn, but the people of Zhaohan Sect refused to let them. It is clear that the city lord of Qiucheng feels that the person who has cleared the suspect can leave, but it is so difficult for the people of Zhaohan Sect to speak. According to the rules, where a murder occurs, the local city lord or a sect of self-cultivation should be in charge. This is the power of Qiucheng. Why should Zhaohan Sect overtake it
But it is because of the fact that the sect is powerful, and they don't care about the loose cultivators and the disciples of the small sects. This is the sphere of influence of Yunhuamen, and none of the disciples of Yunhuamen have put on such a big air.
If someone has a bad temper, he couldn't help cursing a few words, and dropped a few dishes by the way, but all dissatisfaction was swallowed back in his stomach when Ayanami came out.
Ayanami's eyes swept across the crowd, and she walked to the side with an indifferent expression and sat down. The guy hurriedly trotted to put all the tea, fruit, snacks and breakfast on the table, and then trotted back, his hands and feet were as fast as a gust of wind.
The maid exchanged tea for Lingbo with a jade cup, and Lingbo took the teacup and took a sip: "I heard that someone wants to leave?"
"Fairy Lingbo, I still have important things to do, please raise your hand, and let me leave first." Jin Dan cultivator stood up and clasped his fists, "I am a disciple of Longhu Sect, and I have no grudge against your sect, so how could I hurt your maidservant? ?"
"Dragon Tiger Gate is a sect of the righteous way, so naturally it wouldn't do such a thing. But if I let you go today and don't let others go, wouldn't it be unfair?" Lingbo twitched the corners of his mouth, "I also invite this fellow Taoist. After being wronged for two days, don't make the little girl embarrassed, Lingbo is here to say offend to everyone."
The complexion of Jindan cultivator changed a few times, but he finally did not dare to make trouble.
"Too much deceiving!" A young monk clapped the table and stood up, "You Zhaohan Sect, don't deceive others too much. We are going to stay here for a month? Even if you are a disciple of a major sect, you can't insult people like this!"
Lingbo gave him a cold look, and suddenly she shot like electricity. Before everyone could see how she shot, the cultivator who stood up from the table just now was beaten to the wall and fell to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.
The crowd fell silent for a while.
"What's wrong?" A girl in red came downstairs, her tone was brisk, she didn't seem to notice the weird atmosphere downstairs, she walked among the crowd with a smile, and when she saw the cultivator lying on the ground, her big eyes blinked. Blink, "Oh, why did you vomit blood?"
She walked up to the monk, put a pill into the other's mouth, helped him sit up, probed his meridians, and after confirming that there was no life-threatening situation, she got up and smiled at Lingbo: "Fairy Lingbo, you woke up so early. ?"
"The maid was killed for no reason, how can I sleep." Seeing Konghou helping the monk who was against him, Lingbo smiled reluctantly, "Fairy Konghou slept well last night?"
"Fairy Lao is concerned, and I slept well." Konghou smiled innocently, as if he really didn't know that Lingbo was unhappy. She walked to an empty table and sat down, turned her head upstairs and smiled.
Lingbo looked towards the stairs, and saw an extremely handsome man in white standing there. His expression was indifferent, as if everything in the world had nothing to do with him, and all the noise and quarrels around him could not affect him at all.
"There's no wind blowing here, sit here." Kong Hou waved to the man.
So Ling wave saw this indifferent man, with a smile on his face, as if the white snow finally caught fireworks, and he came back to life all of a sudden. She looked back and frowned, when did this man appear? No such person appeared last night.
When Huan Zong and Lin Hu sat down, the guy set the table and chopsticks for breakfast as usual, and disappeared as quickly as possible.
This inn charges a relatively high price, and the breakfast is rich and exquisite. Although Konghou has built his foundation, he still has the habit of eating.
Seeing that Konghou moved his chopsticks, Huan Zong also picked up a crystal dumpling and put it in the bowl in front of him to taste it. The taste was not good, but not bad. But maybe it was because the girl sitting opposite him ate deliciously, and he also had an appetite, so he put down his chopsticks after eating two in a row.
Lin Hu poured a glass of water and handed it to him, he took two sips and put it down, then quietly watched Konghou eat. In fact, in the entire hall, they were the only ones who could come to eat with peace of mind.
"Fairy Konghou, this friend of yours looks a bit raw." Lingbo waited for Konghou to finish his meal, and then said, "I wonder where was this young master when my maid was killed last night?"
Just after saying those words, Lingbo noticed that the man beside Konghou was looking at her.
Those eyes were cold and clear, without the slightest emotion, just like the snow outside, seemingly clean and pure white, but without a trace of temperature.
It was a man who looked sick and weak, but Ayanami felt an unfamiliar chill in the bottom of her heart, and her whole heart trembled.