opened his mouth.
Taibu didn't need to listen to know what he wanted to say, "I'm not that stupid, but I just mentioned that the person we were ordered to find is dead. If Lin Ge goes well, he will be able to settle at Famen Temple in the evening, even if he encounters The wind and rain can come the day after tomorrow at the latest. After reading the letter, the national teacher will make arrangements, and we will follow suit. Before that, let's act according to the opportunity. "
Their ability is limited, and they can only borrow wood pigeons to send letters, but the national teachers are different. If the lord wants to reply, he will use the fire to burn it, and even if they can receive it, they will not delay at all.
So if you want to confirm whether the national teacher is still in Famen Temple, you will have results in at most two days.
"Actually, when we enter the village and meet that person, there should be a result." Tai Zhu whispered, "After all, a national teacher can't be acted by others."
Although they are not the real disciples of the National Teacher, they can only be counted as half of them. The food, accommodation and education are all under the gate of Taichang Temple, and the National Teacher likes secluded places with few people, so he lives alone in Tianjiyuan all year round. But they can be regarded as the most common people to see the national teacher. From childhood or even childhood, after so many years, they have already understood the habits and temperament of the national teacher.
It is not an exaggeration to say that even if the national teacher wears a mask and blends in with hundreds of thousands of people dressed in the same clothes, the two of them can be picked out at a glance.
Writing that letter was just asking for instructions and asking for peace of mind.
The two looked at each other, and without further delay, as soon as the horses were belly, the long team walked towards the small village on the south side of the mountain with the sound of horse hooves...
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In the depths of the small village, under the branches of an old loquat tree, there is a single-door hut. On the low eaves of the hut, there are two large bunches of heavy garlic heads and bright red chili peppers, and flowers are woven out of hemp ropes.
The hemp rope was quite elaborate, and at first glance it didn't look like it was simply hanging out to dry. When I got close, I could smell the smoky smell on the hemp rope.
This is the residence of Uncle Qu that the wounded soldier said.
Xue Xian walked to the door, but instead of knocking on the door first, he shrugged his nose, frowned and leaned in to sniff the twine, then raised his sleeves to cover his nose, and said solemnly, "Blood The taste is still old."
Xuan Min used to dislike this kind of thing, so he raised his hand and pulled Xue Xian, and dragged the ancestor who put his head and head back, as if he would get that smell after a while by the hemp rope. of.
The blindfolds of the two have not disappeared, so ordinary people can neither see nor hear them. Just as Xue Xian was being pulled away from the hemp rope by Xuan Min, a man in a thick jacket walked past Uncle Qu's door with a child who was just over his waist.
The child just glanced at the hut, and was dragged a few steps away by the man, as if the house was infected with chicken plague.
"How many times have I told you? Don't go here when you are free." The man frowned and muttered.
The child let out an "oh", and honestly shrank his neck and walked around with him, but glanced here as if he couldn't hold his eyes.
Coincidentally, another pair of mother and son who were watching the lively entrance of the village also passed by the door of the house. The fu man nodded and greeted the pair of father and son who were on the way, and then dragged his own children around a few steps...
"People in this village don't seem to like this surnamed Qu so much." Xue Xian grumbled.
He planned to wait for the passers-by to walk away and knock on the door again, but as soon as he finished speaking, the wooden door of the hut that was leaking opened with a creak.
An old man with a shriveled mouth squinted and stuck his head out of the room, glanced blankly, and fixed his eyes on where Xue Xian and Xuan Min were. Although his eyes were cloudy and his focus was somewhat scattered, Xue Xian still felt that the old man could see them, or at least feel their existence.
"Who is it? Why are you doing it at the door? I'll close the door if you don't come in." The squat-mouthed old man shouted inarticulately.
He was probably a little deaf himself, so that his voice was loud enough for those around him to hear.
"Hurry up, hurry up, old Qu is about to get mad again." The man muttered in a low voice, dragged his child, and walked away in three steps. The mother-son reaction was the same.
In the blink of an eye, there was no one in front of the house.
"Put—" Old Qu was obviously not a good-natured person. He held the wooden door, waited for a while and still no one came in, so he scolded him and wanted to close the door.
But just as the door was about to close, Xue Xian raised his hand to stop it.
"Excuse me, borrow a place to hide from the wind." Xue Xian said.
When Lao Qu heard this, he hesitated, "Is it a human or a ghost?"
But before Xue Xian could answer, he shouted to himself: "It shouldn't be a ghost, my evil spirits are hanging on strings.