When the old man went to the toilet, Wu Zhe was pulled back to the main table by Mu Qingya.
"Cut! Damn old man, do you think you have any good scenery to see?" Wu Zhe took Mu Qingya's little hand and sat down angrily, then instantly returned to normal expression and said to Zong Zhilian and Hu Yun who came closer: "He recognized him as a member of the sect, and he is not an ordinary old man, but he refused to reveal his identity."
"Hehe, it's really as guessed before, it's not because we are sensitive." Zong Zhilian said with a smile: "It is probably a steward or even a deacon."
Mu Qingya questioned in sign language: "Is this mission specially set up for us by the sect?"
After this expression was translated by Wu Zhe, Zong Zhilian was immediately moved: "That's right, maybe Qingya's judgment has guessed the truth. Of course, I don't think I'm worth the Zongmen's effort."
After saying this, Zong Zhilian, Mu Qingya, and Hu Yunshang looked at Wu Zhe together.
"Am I that valuable?" Wu Zhe rolled his eyes.
"Yes, absolutely." Zong Zhilian took the lead in affirming it, and at the same time shouted loudly in the direction of the hut to confirm that it was safe there.
Zhao Biaotou, Xiao Gangzuan and others responded normally.
Wu Zhe said: "Seriously. Now that he admits it himself, does it mean that the task is almost trouble-free?"
Zong Zhilian thought about it and thought it should be so.
Several people discussed a few more words, but they were all difficulties in completing the task. For example, I want to confirm whether the old man will be able to cooperate when he arrives in Qidu tomorrow, or whether he can cooperate with the multiple handover tasks of the Sword Sect.
They never thought that this old man would be a noble suzerain.
Who would dare to think of his true identity? The suzerain is willing to dress up as such a sloppy old man
And everyone thought that the suzerain was still in Qidu with a group of young disciples.
While Wu Zhe and others were discussing, the sloppy old man entered the hut.
The hut is not big, Xiao Gangzuan and others are waiting at the door.
The old man turned into the hut, seeing no one there, straightened his stooped waist.
There was a soft rustling sound, and a lot of plaster began to fall off the old man's body like peeling skin.
cough-
The old man coughed lightly, and the plaster on his body was blown away as if he had received a strong force. Even the dirt between the thighs in his pants seemed to be given life, and they scrambled out of the pants.
Then he untied his hands without any haste, and walked out.
Xiao Gangzuan and others were already crying outside.
"Fortunately I didn't go in." Several people thought in their hearts, pinching their noses and forgetting to talk, they immediately went back to the restaurant lobby before wiping their tears and dared to take a deep breath.
It was the dust from the old man's shock that caused such great damage.
The shopkeeper didn't know what was going on, and he didn't notice that the old man was so special, so he went to the latrine, but suffered a loss with tears streaming down his face.
Wu Zhe's sense of smell automatically shut down again after the old man came back, but Zong Zhilian and others soon found out.
Hu Yun said in amazement: "Huh? The smell on his body has faded a lot?"
Mu Qingya still frowned slightly, but nodded in agreement.
Wu Zhe also began to hear the reminder in his mind that the sense of smell had reactivated normally.
"Since he has directly admitted his identity, there is no need to wrong him." Zong Zhilian walked over, cupped his hands and saluted, "Senior, I greet you on behalf of this team."
The old man hummed and returned to his seat.
"He ignored us, do you want me to give some medicine and teach him a lesson?" Wu Zhe curled his lips.
"It would be as if you were sold more than one product, and you wouldn't want to." Zong Zhilian comforted Wu Zhe.
In fact, Zong Zhilian still had something to say, but he hesitated for a while and didn't say it.
Although he is not as quick-witted as Wu Zhe, he has far more experience in dealing with the world than Wu Zhe, an otaku in his previous life, let alone a bastard who grew up in the Jin King's room
Zong Zhilian really wanted to remind her not to get too carried away just because she was proud of the spring breeze. It's as if the old man just ignored her, and actually said that he would give her some medicine, which is not enough for others. But think about it, Hu Yunshang and others are all there, it's best to find an opportunity to say this kind of thing slowly.
In his eyes, Xiao Ruoyao was a fourteen-year-old girl after all. If it is forced to educate in public, it is easy to lose face, but it is easy to be rebellious and refuse to listen. You can only see the right opportunity.
As everyone was talking, they also heard Zong Zhilian and others mention that the old man did not have such a strong smell anymore.
Many people tried it out, and although the smell still lingered, it was not enough to make breathing a problem.
"This is a happy event." Gentleman Qian and the three rats of the Zhang family hated the stench the most.
Xiao Gangzuan also screamed and booed again and again: "Sister Shenxian's storytelling made this sloppy old man wash his bones and muscles, and he went to the latrine to pull out his sloppy body."
"Yeah, no wonder it smells so bad." Everyone said and laughed.
After drinking for a while, it was late at night when it was almost five o'clock.
"If you drink any more, it will be dawn. It's really time to rest." Wu Zhe suggested: "Find an inn and let everyone have a rest. It's impossible to stay up all night for two nights."
Hu Yunshang also nodded: "Satisfied with wine and food, it is difficult to stay overnight."
Zong Zhilian hesitated for a while: "No problem?"
Wu Zhe boasted: "I rested well on the horse during the day, and tonight I will be on duty to watch over the old man. There is no problem."
"You have worked hard all the way today, wait for a while and take a good rest." Zong Zhilian thought about it and refused: "Besides, the old man still smells a little bad, so we need to arrange for him to take a bath."
If you don't have enough food, it's okay for the martial arts practitioners to stay up all night. Now, after listening to books and drinking wine, even if ordered not to rest, some people will faint.
Everyone has a harmonious atmosphere, basically not afraid of trouble.
Zong Zhilian, as the proprietor, loudly arranged for everyone to leave the restaurant.
So after listening to the introduction from the shopkeeper of the restaurant, Zong Zhilian came forward to take everyone to the inn next door to rest.
"Brother Zhao, this side, this side." Leader Li and the others walked together lively, shoulder to shoulder after a banquet.
A large group of people cheered and went to the inn next door together.
This made Zong Zhilian even more assured of his safety during the break.
He lived in the royal family, and he saw a lot of hypocrisy and politeness, so he naturally had a sharp eye. It can be seen that these people are really on the basis of common interests, and have no intention of tearing their faces.
The shopkeeper and the clerk of the inn next door were woken up in the middle of the night, and they were complaining. But seeing that such a person came to stay, and the noble young master who is the leader spends a lot of money, he was naturally overjoyed and greeted everyone to stay here very graciously.
The old man was arranged to take a bath alone. This time he did not protest, but also became silent.
Wu Zhe didn't know that he had already offended the suzerain very badly, and it was a matter of challenging the dignity of the senior elder.
"It's time to give him a bath." Escort Zhao felt good when he saw the inn staff fetching water for the sloppy old man.
The guys at the inn fetched more than a dozen buckets of water in a row, and boiled several pots on the stove together. They were busy for more than an hour before they were able to make a fuss.
"This old man is too oily!" Several guys muttered to themselves while carrying the bucket.
Another guy responded: "Oil water? Is it stinky water? Did he fall into the cesspit?"
"Isn't it? The first batch of water still smells bad."
The old man shook off a lot of dirt attached to the surface of the skin in the hut, but it is inevitable that there are still residues.
But after a lot of tossing and a change of clothes, the old man has returned to the category of normal people.
After such a toss, the old man's back is no longer bent, and some people are secretly surprised.
On the old man's side, Zong Zhilian stared at the bath, but Wu Zhe was dragged into the room by Mu Qingya and reprimanded.
Silent reprimand, sign language reprimand.
Mu Qingya was also angry at Wu Zhe for drinking indiscriminately regardless of her discomfort.
Wu Zhe repeatedly apologized, and promised to listen to advice on drinking in the future, and Mu Qingya gradually calmed down.
The old man was placed in the middle room on the first floor. Zong Zhilian, Hu Yunshang, Zhao Biaotou, Qian Junzi and Zhang Family Three Rats, seven people crowded together in a room with him.
Although it was crowded, these people were very thankful that the old man didn't stink anymore, otherwise they wouldn't know what happened to the night.
Wu Zhe volunteered to reiterate that he would be on duty at night, but Zong Zhilian vetoed it.
Zong Zhilian was worried that Wu Zhe was too tired, so he didn't listen to her argument that she was not tired, and arranged the strongest group of people to watch the old man's safety together.
Seeing that he was so persistent, Wu Zhe didn't care. Anyway, sleeping with the beautiful woman Mu Qingya is also very good.
She and Mu Qingya share an upper room on the second floor.
Although the inn at night is often dangerous, but she thinks there should be no problem with so many people looking at the old man.
But there was nothing wrong with the old man, and it was only her side that had an accident.