"Meow!" The yellow cat raised its head from the broken catkins, its amber eyes as deep as pool water.

"You are so alert, no wonder no one has been able to catch you for more than two years!" He raised his hand casually, and the broken catkins flew into the sky. Lin Chen whispered against the cat's head, "I don't know where the flaw was exposed. Anyway, he

He has been staring at my little one for half a day. It doesn’t matter, I can use my light skills to get rid of him. But you..."

He wasn't sure whether the cat in his arms could withstand the speed of chasing the stars and the moon.

"Meow!" The yellow cat stretched out its paw and scratched Lin Chen's torn skirt, then put its head firmly against his chest.

"Do you trust me so much?" He flicked the yellow cat's forehead with his fingers. He glanced sideways at the navy blue clothes in the forest not far away, smiled coldly, and kicked up the dead leaves on the ground.

The fallen leaves stirred up by the force were like dead butterflies flying all over the sky, but they all attacked somewhere in the dense forest as if they had been given a divine order. A man in a suit jumped out from behind the tree, his hands dancing with a cold light.

The broadsword struck him directly at the dead leaves...

"What a trick!" the man snorted and put the sword back into its scabbard.

The header is one thousand taels, and the person killed is tracked by the flower mink in his arms. It lasts for three months. The task is rare and easy.

Good deal!

"Senior brother, are you still arrogant and admonishing me? I am a badger."

The Japanese are bad

"Haha, haha!" Youming laughed wildly again, looking at the dusk sky, his eyes getting colder.

Take orders, kill people, kill people, take orders.

His life, his games, his fun.

...That man has extremely high Qinggong skills and is also very agile, so he is a good prey.

"Let you live for a few more days!" As a hunter, he has not encountered a prey that can interest him for a long time. He opened the lid of the wine gourd at his waist, Youming took several sips of strong wine, and stepped forward.

Into the twilight.

Luzhou

Mei Changsu has been sleeping lightly since his bones were broken and the poison was removed. The sound of rain pattering outside and the sound of people turning over in the same room can wake him up from his sleep.

There was no sound. Mei Changsu stood up and sat up, coughed a few words, picked up the thin fur from the couch and put it on, got off the bed, walked a few steps slowly to the window, looked up and looked out the window.

On the tenth day of the seventh month, the moon was bright and bright, but not yet full.

He had been in Luzhou for more than ten days and still had no news about Lin Chen.

He extracted some words from Hua Yifan two days ago.

He knew that Lin Chen not only brought a child from Jinling to Luzhou, but also took away another child from Luzhou; he knew that Lin Chen asked Hua Yifan to search for the wandering old pavilion master all over the world in Langya Pavilion's unique way.

; He knew that Hua Yifan told the truth not because of his gradual inducement, but because of his delay in getting news about the Pavilion Master and the Young Pavilion Master.

Lin Chen, you bastard, for more than two months, the letter you sent me only contained the word "waiting".

Lin Chen, you bastard, you didn't look for me when I was so close, but you looked for the old pavilion master who was wandering away.

Lin Chen, you bastard, if you want to find a child, let him call you uncle. Is he that good at being an uncle?

Lin Chen......

"Cough, cough, cough!" After drinking a few sips of tea, Mei Changsu finally coughed out a string of light coughs. As expected, Zhen Ping, who was in the same room with him, immediately woke up, turned over, and saw Mei Changsu standing against the window.

Then he put on his clothes and came forward, bowed and saluted, and said in a low voice, "Master, can't you sleep?"

"I slept for an hour in the afternoon, and I'm not tired at night!" Mei Changsu said with a smile, "It doesn't matter, I'll take a book and turn a few pages, and you can continue to sleep. Ahem, cough, cough."

"Sir, you haven't slept well for several days. This is not good. You fell down before Mr. Lin came back." Zhen Ping said cautiously, "How about I go get two soothing decoctions tomorrow?

?”

"Don't drink!" Mei Changsu said flatly.

"Young Master!" Zhen Ping said in a lower voice, "This is not on the left side of the river, and there is no fixed date for when Young Master Lin will come back. You have many things to deal with, and the days ahead are long, so you can't do it because of...!"

"I... can hold on!" Mei Changsu forced a smile, took Zhen Ping's hand, and slowly sat down at the desk, "With Lin Chen's temperament, he will not spend too much time on one thing.

He must have encountered some kind of trouble, and it is difficult to get out of trouble."

"Don't worry, Young Master, my subordinates have transferred all the secret guards trained by Jin Guard to Luzhou according to Young Master's instructions. We can start the operation only after Young Master's order." Zhen Ping did not light the lamp and sat cross-legged opposite Mei Changsu.

Taking advantage of the slightly bright sky, he took down the warm tea simmering on the stove and poured a cup for Mei Changsu first.

"Did you follow my instructions and keep an eye on Hua Yifan's whereabouts?" Mei Changsu took the astragalus water, took a slow sip, and frowned.

"Yes!" Zhen Ping said in a low voice, "According to Master's wishes, I will keep an eye on him day and night!"

Mei Changsu put down the astragalus water. The jade flute on the desk looked more gentle and transparent under the moonlight. He stretched out his hand to touch it, and the coldness that came into his palm made Mei Changsu chuckle.

"Master?" Zhen Ping whispered, "Do you want to recruit them?"

"Yes!" Mei Changsu responded in a low voice, held the jade flute under his lips, and simply played a few notes.

Apart from calling in the secret guards to ask about the situation, what else can he do? Can he shoulder the vermilion long bow like he did back then, step on the war song, take the silver spear thrown by Wei Zheng, and rush straight to the hilltop where Jingyan is besieged?

The laughter suppressed in the throat was like a wounded beast roaring, causing Zhen Ping, who was sitting opposite him, to have a sore nose.

"I've met the sect master!" A strong figure jumped in from the half-open window, and saluted with one knee on the ground.

"What did Hua Yifan do?" Mei Changsu said calmly.

"Boss Hua's behavior is normal. It's just that at 2:00 today, someone came to the door. Upon seeing this, the night servant not only welcomed the person in, but also led him directly to knock on Hua Yifan's door."

"What did you say?" Mei Changsu couldn't help but raise his voice, and his hand holding the tea cup slowly tightened at this moment, until the joints turned white.

"They were very careful, their voices were kept very low, and there were martial servants standing at the door. The subordinates could only lean over the eaves to listen, so they could only vaguely hear a few words."

"Say!" Mei Changsu said calmly, shaking his head slightly at Zhen Ping who was sitting opposite him.

"Xiaoqi, Jinling, continue, old Pavilion Master, take over." The secret guard said while thinking about it, "Don't, send a message to Yuezhou, it doesn't hurt!"

"In addition, the Ban family was mentioned many times in the conversation between the two." The secret guard finally said.

Banjia? As far as the corner of his eyes could see, Xiao Qi’s whole body was shaking.

The child woke up when he raised his voice to ask questions. Is the trouble Lin Chen encountered related to him? What does the Ban family in Langzhou, Jiangzuo have to do with this child?

"But they were written down in order?" He read it over again and wrote down all the words the secret guard said. If he couldn't remember the whole sentence, he would break up the sentences and memorize the words. This was something he used to train the secret guards to track and investigate things after thinking about it for a long time.

One of the ways.

"Yes!" the secret guard responded.

"Go down and keep an eye on Hua Yifan and that man!" Mei Changsu ordered in a cold voice.

A candle lamp and a case paper.

"Xiaoqi, Jinling, continue. Old Pavilion Master, take over. Don't send a message to Yuezhou. It doesn't matter."

"Banjia!"

A few words were enough to let him know something.

Lin Chen encountered quite a lot of trouble, so he asked the people from Langya Pavilion to find the old pavilion master to provide support.

There is no harm in sending a message to Yuezhou. Naturally, he wants his subordinates to send him a message saying that he is fine.

Don't...that guy didn't even consider telling him to take over.

The movements of rubbing the fingers changed from slow to fast, from resting on the desk to resting under the nose.

Xiaoqi, Jinling, Banjia.

Xiaoqi is from Jinling, or is he from the Ban family?

Or is Xiaoqi a member of the Ban family, but in Jinling?

Xiao Qi calls Lin Chen his uncle. The person Lin Chen knows is Xiao Qi’s father?

What about Xiaoqi’s father?

Still in Jinling? Or maybe he couldn't take Xiao Qi with him, so he entrusted Xiao Qi to Lin Chen. Lin Chen originally wanted to take Xiao Qi back to Langzhou, but because the matter was not finished, he was fostered in Buzhuang, Luzhou?

Was his Mongolian doctor so kind?

No!

Lin Chen could still do things that were easy for him to do, such as running back and forth, tiring and tiring things. Either the person who entrusted him paid a lot of money, or Lin Chen made a deal with him that was worth more than money.

Xiao Qi has old injuries on his hands, which shows that he had not had a good life before.

And what is the reason for his flashing words and pretending to be deaf and dumb?

"Xiao Qi!" Mei Changsu called softly, "How is the person who sent you here treating you well?"

"...!" Xiao Qi, who was huddled in the corner, hugged her knees and sat down, burying her head in her knees and remaining silent.

"He took you away from Jinling, gave you food and clothing, gave you a roof over your head, and gave you a new life, so you call him uncle?"

"...!" Xiao Qi bit her lip with her teeth and hugged herself tighter.

"The voice you called him uncle was full of admiration and reverence. I think you like him." He had a better way to guide Xiao Qi slowly and elicit what he wanted to know, but he didn't have time.

And he's already wasted too much time.
To be continued...