Rustle rustle.

The firelight under the copper pot flickered, reflecting the elusive expressions of the people around the table.

No one spoke, Xiaozhi was staring at her feet in a daze. Zeng Ba secretly took the wine bottle, shook it a few times, and poured it into his mouth. Grandma Ji silently rinsed the mutton with a kind face. .

Lao Qu sat up straight and waited quietly for Shen Xiaojia's answer. Once he got the answer, he would have closure.

Time seemed to freeze, and even the heavy rain outside the restaurant suddenly stopped.

After ten breaths, Shen Xiaojia blinked, put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth and said, "You and the Nine Killers can't beat my parents? Is my father more powerful or is my mother overbearing? By the way, you said my mother is a concubine. , is her surname Murong, and is her master an old nun from Nanhai?"

"What nonsense!" Lao Qu was startled for a moment, and the corners of his mouth twitched and said, "I am asking you a question seriously, what kind of nun are you talking about? The Nanhai nuns are all the concubines of Monk Dongshan. We can't afford to offend anyone. Stop making fun of others! "

"You were the one who joked with me first," Shen Xiaojia pointed at the other three people at the table a few times and said with a frown, "Even if I want to avenge my parents now, you won't fight back, but will they agree? ?Top ten on the Tianzi killer list. Including you, there are four in total. Any one of them can push me to the ground and rub me..."

Zeng Ba put down the empty wine bottle, licked the wine stains on his lips, and suddenly said, "You can rest assured about this! The rules of the world are that this is a grudge between you and Lao Qu, and we can't interfere... At most, After you hacked Laoqu to death, we will kill you to avenge him."

Shen Xiaojia rolled his eyes, "I still can't survive today, right..." He stretched out his right hand, gently patted the back of Lao Qu's hand, sighed deeply, and said seriously, "I was in the small school you bought before. I have already answered you in the house, and I will say it again today. I don’t remember the past grudges, so I don’t want to pursue them. Did you kill my parents to survive or to get something, or did my parents kill me to save my life? Whether I want you to cut off my head on purpose or not, it has little to do with me now. What does have to do with me is a waiter named Lao Qu. In the past ten years, he and I have eaten and slept together. That’s my family…”

Lao Qu's eyes suddenly became moist. When he saw Zeng Ba looking at him with a strange expression, he sniffed and said, "There's sand in my eyes... Also, don't get me wrong, what this kid said about sleeping together is not what you think. The two of you Build a bed!”

Zeng Ba tilted his mouth disapprovingly, picked up the last few pieces of mutton, swung it a few times happily, and swallowed it in one gulp.

"Okay, I already know most of what you need to know. You can stay here and drink and eat meat slowly..." Shen Xiaojia glanced at the shiny plate and empty wine bottle, rolled his eyes again, stretched, and stood He stood up and looked outside the lobby door where the rain had passed and the sky was clear and the clouds were gone. The corners of his mouth raised slightly and he said, "The rain has stopped and the sky has cleared up. It's time for me to go to the prison and have a heart-to-heart talk with someone!"

"Wait a minute!" Xiaozhi, who had been bowing her head silently, suddenly said, "I haven't finished speaking yet, and I haven't untied the knot yet. Husband, don't leave in a hurry!"

"What words are left unfinished, and what knots are left untied?" Shen Xiaojia frowned and said, "Daxia Zeng and Grandma Ji each took away a piece of mutton from me, and the accounts of Little Black Bird and Linglong Chicken were just the same. It offset... I ate a piece of Lao Qu's meat and took him a glass of wine, and the old grudges from ten years ago were all gone..."

Xiaozhi raised the tip of her nose and said with an unhappy look, "I still have something to say! The knot in my heart has not been untied yet!"

"You?" Shen Xiaojia looked Xiaozhi up and down, shook his head and sighed, "I will repay the debt I owe you, but we are really not suitable for each other. Let's forget about it. I really don't have that special hobby...

"

"Let's not talk about the promise of my life," Xiaozhi pouted, "I have something to ask you!"

Zeng Ba and Grandma Ji also looked at Shen Xiaojia coldly and said in unison, "I also have something to ask you!"

Shen Xiaojia looked confused and said, "What a coincidence? Isn't it the same sentence you are asking?"

Xiaozhi snorted coldly, jumped up suddenly, stood on the stool, looked straight at Shen Xiaojia, and said first, "I heard that you took off your clothes last night?"

"I take off my clothes every night before going to bed," Shen Xiaojia coughed dryly and said without changing his expression, "I'll tell you a secret, I'm used to not wearing anything when I sleep..."

"I heard that you took off your clothes and slept with someone else in Yanyu Building?"

"Uh... I sleep alone, and I sleep with two people. In fact, there is not much difference. At most, it is just a little more. You are still young, so you won't understand if I tell you."

"Which little goblin from Yanyulou is this? I'll go compete with her!"

"Forget it... don't go and humiliate yourself. Others are higher than you."

Just when Xiaozhi was about to say something else, Grandma Ji suddenly narrowed her eyes and looked at Shen Xiaojia, grabbing the topic and saying, "I heard that you want to invite me to the government office for tea?"

Shen Xiaojia coughed twice, forced out a smile and said, "I had this immature idea before, but now we've already had wine, so naturally we don't need to drink tea... and we've already talked about everything we should talk about.

Well, I can still trust my grandma’s character, so why go to the government office again..."

"Don't you want me to explain what I did in the ruined temple that night?"

"No need. In fact, I already understood when I saw the roasted sweet potato in the deceased's stomach. Grandma just wanted to give the woman a choice. If she trusts you, she will naturally eat the whole roasted sweet potato and follow you.

She left to save her life. But she didn’t believe you. Not only did she not follow you, she only ate a few bites of the roasted sweet potato. After you left, she also induced vomiting. There wasn’t much left in her stomach, even if it was roasted.

There will be no harm if the sweet potatoes are mixed with other seasonings."

Grandma Ji's expression softened a little, she picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and sighed quietly, "Oh, how can I, an old man, have such a bad heart? Why didn't that little girl believe me? As a result, I believed the wrong person, and misunderstood

Take your own life..."

"People are like this. They always judge others self-righteously, just like I was composing a poem in Yanyu Tower last night." Shen Xiaojia breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and quietly walked towards Jiang Batou who was lying on the ground.

He lamented, "At first I wrote a poem myself, but they insisted that I copied it. Later, I copied eighty-eight poems and essays by a man named Adu from my hometown, but they thought they were all written by me.

Would you say it’s wonderful?”

"Adu? I remember you sang his song before, what was it called..." Lao Qu raised his eyebrows and interjected enthusiastically, "Oh, that's right! I should be under the car, not here...

...Is it this song? He can also compose poetry?"

Shen Xiaojia picked his nose and explained, "There are two people. One Du is not the other Du. One can only live in a thatched hut, but the other has a house full of gold and silver."

Lao Qu nodded, seeming to understand, "You are a great talent, you have written so many peerless poems, it is normal for you to earn more than a singer."

"That's the truth..." Shen Xiaojia smiled awkwardly and stopped explaining. Just as he was about to pick up Mr. Jiang on the ground and leave, he was startled by a cough and froze in place.

Zeng Ba coughed again, and seeing Shen Xiaojia finally looking back at him, he slowly said, "I heard that you secretly learned my two swords?"

Shen Xiaojia knew very well that it was a taboo in the martial arts world to steal other people's skills. At the least, he would destroy his martial arts, and at the worst, he would die to apologize. He laughed a few times, looked around and said, "No...all of you have heard about it."

Yes, which bastard did you listen to?"

Zeng Ba and Grandma Ji glanced meaningfully at the old song with the corner of their eyes, but did not say anything.

Lao Qu consciously took off the rag on his shoulders, pretended that it had nothing to do with him, and diligently started to clear away the dishes on the table.

Shen Xiaojia, who is good at observing words and expressions, gritted his teeth and glanced at Laoqu, turned to Zeng Ba and smiled, "Don't get me wrong, Master Zeng. It's not that I deliberately want to steal your master, it's just that your two swords are so handsome that they can't be forgotten in my mind for a long time.

When I went there, I met a robber on the road that day. Under all kinds of dangers, I couldn't help but use those two swords..."

"Really?" Zeng Ba pressed his right hand on the black bamboo pole and said with a cold face and eyebrows, "Then why did you use the Hanyue Ninth Style in the ink-making workshop instead of my Shuangjiang Sword? It was because you thought my Shuangjiang Sword was

Not as good as Hanyue Sword?"

Shen Xiaojia's face froze and he said in surprise, "Were you there at that time?"

Zeng Ba lifted the black hair on his forehead and said a few words lightly, "I happened to be passing by..."

"Oh... passing by!" Shen Xiaojia suddenly realized, tilted his head and looked at Lao Qu, deliberately emphasized the word "passing by", coughed twice, and said to Zeng Ba with a smile on his face, "Master Zeng, you are

I really misunderstood the boy... Actually, it's because the Shuangjiang Sword is more advanced than the Hanyue Ninth Style. The boy still doesn't know the essence of it. It's not that he can use it just because he wants to. On the contrary, a bad street martial arts like the Hanyue Ninth Style can't be used.

You can express yourself freely.”

After listening to Shen Xiaojia's strong argument, Zeng Ba involuntarily raised the corners of his mouth, looked at the livid Lao Qu with a proud face, and laughed, "Then I really can't blame you... I will be free another day, so I will leave Shuang Shuang."

Jiang Jian’s true meaning is passed on to you, so that you won’t encounter the same situation again and end up using some third-rate moves.”

"Then I'll thank you in advance!" Shen Xiaojia cupped his fists and bowed in salute, thanked him respectfully, then carried Jiang Baotou on his back, quickly walked out of Zuiyue Tower, waved to several people in the lobby and said, "Young man, there are still

I have official duties, so I will go back to the government office first. I won’t disturb you all and reminisce about the past. I’ll have a good time with you all when I have nothing to do. I’ll say goodbye!”

Without waiting for the people in the lobby to respond, Shen Xiaojia turned around and left. After walking dozens of steps, he slowly stopped, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said softly, "Come down now that you're awake. Do you really want to

Can I carry you back to the government office?"

Jiang Daotou slowly opened his eyes, resting his head on Shen Xiaojia's shoulder, and said gloomily, "My nephew and son-in-law will die because of you, so it is reasonable for you to carry me back to the government office..."

"

"Don't grab the shit pot," Shen Xiaojia suddenly threw Jiang's head off his back, "Your nephew and son-in-law chose to die generously mainly to let you escape. I'm just a foil.

That’s all.”

Mr. Jiang's face darkened and his eyes turned red as he said, "When I return to Kyoto, I will seek justice for him!"

"Speaking of justice, let's go back to the government office as soon as possible, finish what needs to be done, and seek justice for those two women and Mazi as soon as possible!"

"It's not easy to handle. Everyone in the Fang family of the ink-making workshop died, not a single person was left alive... Our trip was in vain again, and we didn't catch anything..."

"Who said our trip was in vain..." Shen Xiaojia took out a piece of white wood from his arms, with a cold smile on his lips, "You really thought I was full before running over here
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