This sentence is probably the crux of the question, and Zhao Lao'er's complexion suddenly changed.
"I don't know, I don't know what you're talking about." His originally stable mood suddenly became intense, and he didn't even care about taking the broken silver that Wenxuan put on the table, he turned around and left, "I don't care about anything. do not know."
"Hey, Mr. Zhao, wait!" The middle-aged man who was leading the way was in a hurry and went up to stop him, "That's right, what happened to you suddenly? Look, this Taoist priest still has money..."
"I don't know anything!" Zhao Lao'er was not polite, he pushed the person hard, and continued walking in a different direction.
Wen Xuan raised his footsteps, blocked him as well, and looked at him straight, "You know that, right?"
Old Zhao's cheeks twitched, but he didn't have the guts to push Wenxuan away, but he didn't plan to let go. He turned around decisively, and went back to his room. Wen Xuan and the middle-aged man were still in his hall, but he didn't rush the guests, just closed the door, and didn't talk to them anymore.
Wen Xuan didn't stop him this time, just quietly watching the closed door.
"Daoist, Daoist, this..." The middle-aged man who was leading the way was a little flustered, "What's wrong with this old Zhao...he...I..." He tugged his pocket and just walked from Wenxuan. The silver taels obtained were for fear that Wen Xuan would take it back in a fit of anger.
"It doesn't matter." Wen Xuan said, "His attitude has actually given me the answer."
Wenxuan's question was just "whether there has been". If not, it is just a two-word problem that can be solved. The other party refused to answer so fiercely, there must be no doubt.
Yes, if it was for his own children, even after such a miserable life, he would not be willing to leave like this.
The remaining questions are probably only the circumstances under which the child was conceived and where the child went.
Thinking of this, Wen Xuan pursed his lips and slowly walked out of the house. The silver tael that was on the table was still on the table and was not taken back by him.
The middle-aged man finally glanced at Dian Yin twice, then followed behind Wen Xuan, "Daoist, Taoist..."
Wen Xuan glanced back at him, "What else?"
"Daoist, is it really alright to do things like this?" the middle-aged human said, "Don't underestimate me, although I love money, I don't like to hold hot money. Since I use money to do things, I don't want to do it well. Uneasy."
Wen Xuan couldn't help but smile, and found that this person was more interesting than he thought, "Then what do you say?"
"I said this is definitely not the only old man who knows about it." The middle-aged man immediately patted his chest and said, "Elder Zhao is just the easiest one to find. As for the rest, if I try hard, I will be able to find them. Taoist priest, what else do you want to know, tell me, and I will definitely help you to ask Potian."
This was exactly what Wen Xuan wanted. Originally, he must have continued to investigate this matter, but now that someone takes the initiative to run errands, it can save a lot of effort.
What's more, to be honest, Wenxuan is a little tired now.
Obviously just listening to a story, but he felt inexplicably tired physically and mentally.
"Then I'll leave it to you." Wen Xuan said the direction he wanted to check later.
The man nodded happily, but in the end he did not forget to ask Wenxuan to ask for tolls. Wen Xuan didn't care at all, and gave it to him very generously. Not to mention that gold and silver things have no value at all in his eyes. At this moment, if he can take a breather in this matter, even if he pays a little more, he is willing.
After entrusting the matter, Wen Xuan took a slow pace and returned to the room that Sun Daoren had rented before, wanting to rest a little and sort out his mind.
As soon as he got close, he felt a strange wave of spiritual energy.
Wenxuan was stunned for a while, and stood in the same place to distinguish it carefully. It came from the simple room.
He walked to the simple door and was hesitating whether to go in, but the simple seemed to have found him, and the strange aura fluctuation suddenly stopped.
Wenxuan pushed open the door and walked in, and saw that Jian Yi was lying on the bed with one hand under the pillow. He looked exhausted, and his condition was worse than when he first came down from the snowy mountain.
Wen Xuan couldn't help laughing. He just wanted to take a break, but found that someone needed a rest more than him, "How did you do this?"
Yi Jian silently pulled that hand out from under the pillow. At this moment, Wen Xuan saw the edge of the round jade instrument that had not been hidden in time.
Oh, Wen Xuan suddenly understood, "You have detected the secret again."
"Just take a look." Simple and weak said.
Wen Xuan walked straight over, grabbed his wrist, felt his weakness at this time, and his brows could not help but wrinkle deeper.
"You..." Wen Xuan wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say.
After such a hesitation, Jian Jian had already freed his wrist from his hand, "I know what to do."
"It's a coincidence if you really know!" Wen Xuan feigned anger.
"But, Senior Brother," Jian Jian Wenyan raised his head and looked into his eyes, his eyes were very calm, "You have just condensed Yuan, the gap between me and you has widened again, and there are fewer places to help you. I I don't want this, I have to find a way to help you in my own way."
Wen Xuan was speechless when he heard these words. No wonder Yijian is surprisingly low today, he was thinking about this kind of thing.
He regretted it a little. He should have taken Yiyi out with him before, but he only considered his own inconvenience, and didn't pay enough attention to Yiyi's emotional discomfort.
"You don't need to..." Wen Xuan was about to persuade, but was interrupted by Jian Jian.
Simple said, "This is also a way of my cultivation. Brother, you have no reason to stop me."
It was these words that blocked everything Wenxuan wanted to say.
Wen Xuan pursed his lips and looked at him for a while, then finally got up and went back without saying a word. Jian Jian watched silently from behind, and also watched him leave the door without looking at him.
When standing on the edge of the threshold, Wen Xuan still turned his head and couldn't help but say four words, "Pay attention to rest."
Simple didn't answer, just looked at him until his figure completely left and was invisible.
Such aura fluctuations soon came out of the house, and Jian Jian continued to detect the secret.
Wenxuan stopped, really wanted to rush back and ask him out loud what he was looking at, what he was measuring, and what he wanted to do. But in the end, Wenxuan just stopped for a while, and then went back to his room.
As soon as he entered the room, he lay on the bed, feeling even more tired.
Simple is right, he is not qualified to stop him. Although Jian Jian said it was to help him, it was Jian Jian's own decision. Although he is a simple senior brother, although their relationship is closer than that of ordinary senior brothers, they are not so close that they should care about everything.
There is always a distance between them.
Wen Xuan sighed, closed his eyes, and just wanted to lie down and think about nothing.
As a result, after lying in bed for just over an hour, Wenxuan heard someone outside the house calling out the word "Daoist". But it was the middle-aged man who received the money before, saying that he had successfully found someone who could tell him everything.
Wenxuan should be happy that this matter was done so efficiently. But when he got off the bed and walked out of the room, he just felt like something was pressing on his shoulders, it was very heavy.
Before letting the middle-aged man lead the way, Wenxuan hesitated for a while, then went to look for Jian Jian again, wanting to ask him if he was interested in going with him.
As a result, he pushed the door open again, and saw that Jian Yi was still lying on the bed, but this time he was really just resting and was sleeping soundly.
Wenxuan stood beside his bed, without waking him up, lightly rubbing the hair on top of his head.
"I don't need you to help me like this." He whispered, not realizing how gentle his voice was. "As long as you are here, it is the greatest help to me."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and gently helped Jian Yi close the door.
Just a moment later, the middle-aged man took Wenxuan to another house on the west side of the town. Waiting for him there was another old man of the same age as that Zhao Lao'er.
"This is Master Qian." The middle-aged man introduced.
Master Qian looked at Wenxuan for a while, then showed his teeth and smiled, "Is this the Taoist looking for me?"
As soon as his teeth were exposed, Wen Xuan knew why the middle-aged man wasn't looking for him in the first place. One of the teeth was gold. This is nothing in a big city, but it is a rare thing in a small town like this. Presumably this old man has a high status, and it is not easy to catch up.
Wen Xuan nodded and politely responded.
"For that woman and her evil seed?" Uncle Qian still smiled, but there was a hint of coldness in his smile.
Evil species.
Although he had already guessed and heard these two words in vain, Wen Xuan's heart was suddenly shocked, as if he had been hit with a hammer.
"Hehe, I heard that you asked that old man Zhao, but he refused to tell you." Uncle Qian said again, "This is to save face for that woman! That man surnamed Zhao, but he was with that woman when he was a child. After a few years as a playmate, I kept remembering it, but I forgot how many of us were killed by that mother and son."
Wen Xuan came back to his senses and asked with luck, "What do you mean?"
"I've said it so clearly, what's the point of it?" This uncle Qian kept sneering when he said this, as if he promised the middle-aged man to tell Wenxuan these things just because he hated the mother and son. He hated so deeply that he had to find someone to tell him, "Why do you think the monster ripped people to pieces in the nest? For fun? It wants to feed its cub! The woman gave it a cub. !"
If it was just as if his heart had been hammered, at this time Wenxuan felt as if even his brain had been hammered with a heavy hammer.
He couldn't help reaching out to hold his throat, and for some unknown reason, he suddenly felt nauseated.
"That woman died later, it was her retribution, she died too late!" Qian Laoer continued to speak bitterly, "She still wants to protect such a wicked kind, and dares not to let it go. Let's move! In the end, we protected ourselves to death, she deserves it!"
"That, that..." Wen Xuan asked with the last bit of luck, "what happened to that child?"
child? Old Qian moved his gaze and looked at Wen Xuan with a half-smile, "Who knows? Probably taken away by a wild dog."
So far, Wen Xuan has finished asking what he should ask.
When he finally came out of Qian Lao'er, he almost fled.