Ji Yao shrugged his shoulders and had the spirit of not giving up until the result was obtained.

The conversation that the two of them had interrupted without any reason will continue. Although the time between them is indeed a bit long.

"If you must ask, I guess we should go find senior Ting'e next."

Fu Xiao rubbed his somewhat stiff neck, moved around a bit, and said, "Senior Tuwu is quite flattering, and by the way, I told Senior Ting'e where he lives. It's not too far from Xucheng."

"Oh well."

Ji Yao successfully received the message and silently searched for rumors about "Hu Shuo Ting'e" in his memory.

The snare was almost done, and he smacked what Fu Xiao said again and again.

After thinking about it, I finally realized that something was wrong - this Fu Xiao even knew where senior Ting'e lived, so what else did he want her to do?

Ji Yao called out "Hey" and tapped his knuckles on the table with his backhand. His tone was full of temptation and he asked Fu Xiao: "What about that? I think you don't need to take me with you from now on!"

Ji Yao was even a little happy thinking that his mission was over.

"Can our previous agreement be settled in advance?"

Fu Xiao was stunned, not expecting that Ji Yao would suddenly express his intention to break up the gang at this time, and asked, "Huh? How should I say this?"

Ji Yao clapped his fingers and said slowly: "Look, you found Tuwu today. You took the things and didn't say anything, but you also learned from him where Senior Ting'e was. If you follow that clue and look for it,

, when you get to the place, you can still get news about another person even if you don’t protect yourself."

She started from her thumb to her little finger, squeezed it hard, and said: "Isn't it all done together? Why do you need me, a freeloader?"

"Why do you even have to criticize yourself when you are being unreasonable?"

Fu Xiao lowered his head and laughed softly: "Of course there is still someone who needs you."

Fu Xiao also followed Ji Yao's example, starting from his thumb and explaining softly: "Senior Tuwu said that he may not have contacted Senior Ting'e for a long time, and the vague directions he could give were only letters from two or three years ago.

As mentioned above. As for whether it is still there now, he cannot guarantee."

"Ah - so..."

Ji Yao was obviously discouraged.

Seeing Ji Yao's gloomy look, Fu Xiao couldn't help but shake his head: "That's it for now, I'd better tell you what Senior Tuwu said."

"Okay, please start your performance."

Ji Yao sat upright and put his hands in his sleeves, indicating that he was all ears.

Fu Xiao cleared his throat and said slowly: "He said that those of them are half buried in the loess. If they hold these things, they won't be able to make any big waves. They have also agreed long ago that if there is a descendant,

If you are the best among them, honestly explain your purpose of coming and say that he needs it, then just give it to him without asking why."

Ji Yao twisted restlessly, obviously he had something to say, but Fu Xiao didn't give her a chance to interrupt.

He continued: "Senior also said that if you want to make trouble, you should do it while you are young. If you need any help, just ask them. They will definitely tell you everything they know."

"So I didn't want to be polite to my seniors, so I asked for general information about other seniors."

Fu Xiao stopped to take a breath. Seeing that Ji Yao had no intention of refuting, he added: "No, it's up to you!"

He took out a small note from his sleeve pocket with four names written on it.

"Although the location is unclear, what we need to do has become much simpler." Fu Xiao looked relaxed and happy, "I am the one who is famous among the seniors, but I am coming."

He slapped the note on the table, spread his fingers apart, and held it down firmly.

Ji Yao became interested as soon as he heard it, and snatched the note from Fu Xiao's hand with lightning speed. He couldn't wait to see what kind of legendary real names those legendary seniors had.

There has always been a big gap between reality and imagination.

Ji Yao should have realized this when he learned that the famous Tu Wu senior's real name was the extremely down-to-earth Huang Fugui.

At this moment, she held the note and imagined a rural love story.

According to legend, the senior Mozhu of the Yunzhong sect who dominated the world with his superb light kung fu was named Zhu Mingneng.

Before the haircut, the young lady killer who looked like Pan An, Fang Haisi's bitter senior, whose real name is Cao Guangkun.

The only female hero among the Five Hermits, the senior Hu Shuomen Ting'e who has the appearance of a fairy is as famous as her beautiful appearance, and her name is Guo Dajiao.

There is also the senior Shi Feng of the Kongshan Sect who has infinite strength and unparalleled arrogance. His parents probably didn’t think much when naming him, so his nickname was Yan Laoqi.

Ji Yao silently recited the names of these people, walked slowly around to the desk, took some water, picked up his sleeve with one hand, twisted the ink stick with the other hand, and slowly drew circles on the inkstone, his mind began to empty out.

His eyes were not focused on the same point.

She went through the names of these four people in her mind, and then she had a rough idea of ​​where they were.

He lowered his head and saw that the ink was almost polished, so he added some more water, checked again, and then spread out the paper.

I took out a pen, filled it with ink, and wrote down what I was thinking one by one.

After a lot of swiping and splashing with ink, Ji Yao finally put down his pen and blew on the wet handwriting.

She picked up the piece of paper, admired it for a while, then shook her head, crumpled it into a ball, and planned to throw it aside and use it again.

Before she could crumple the ball of paper and round it up, Fu Xiao suddenly appeared beside her, ready to cut it off and take a look.

How could Ji Yao be willing to hand it over to him? His whole body showed resistance. He tried hard to block it with his arms but refused to let go. He shouted: "Hey, wait a minute, I just wrote something."

Wrong!"

"It's okay, it doesn't matter. Let me take a look first and see how to plan a route to save time."

Fu Xiao reached out to take it, and Ji Yao also deliberately competed.

The body's subconscious reaction preceded the mind's control, and she was able to use the footwork her mother had taught her at this juncture.

Ji Yao stepped back and looked back, tapping the ground lightly with his toes, and retreated a certain distance.

If you look at the movement alone, it looks quite cool and sharp, but in fact, overall, it looks shaky.

It is obvious that the chassis is unstable and the learning skills are not good.

Fu Xiao also didn't expect that Ji Yao would resort to such unpredictable Qinggong footwork in order to avoid him. It took him a long time to organize his words before he found the right words.

He shook his head and asked quite seriously: "Have you done this shrinking move... ten times in total?"

"It's not just that! I've practiced it hundreds of times!"

Ji Yao replied very proudly.

Seeing that Ji Yao had already used such lame moves, Fu Xiao couldn't say any more harsh words to hit her.

Just looking at the distance between the two, Fu Xiao fell into silence again - this girl is seriously not a martial arts material. From top to bottom, she only has a good brain.

This... what kind of training is this?

Ji Yao's move, which usually seems to be an ordinary step back, was obviously mixed with a lot of water and not solid at all.

If it were applied to an ordinary martial arts practitioner, with such a small retreat, he could retreat more than three meters at least.

On the other hand, Ji Yao, if she had to tell the truth, she might as well just take one step forward and retreat as far away as possible.

No matter how hard she tried to hide, she was still within the range of Fu Xiao's arm. There was really no point in going to such trouble.

But Ji Yao didn't think so, and was even a little surprised by the habitual explosion in his subconscious.

Fu Xiao just stopped speechlessly, because he really couldn't do anything to her and couldn't catch her.

Just as he was feeling complacent, he squeezed the paper ball in his hand and threw it into the flowerpot. He also poured a bowl of cold tea on it and boldly destroyed the corpse.

She jumped around to avoid Fu Xiao, stood back in front of the desk, took off a pen holder from the pen holder, bent down, and rewrote a new page.

This time, he was obviously much more serious than before.

Ji Yao took a breath and started writing carefully. Even the few locks of bangs hanging down in front of her forehead were not moved away, blocking her sight, and they seemed not to be affected at all.

Fu Xiao walked over quietly and stood aside to watch.

Her strokes were quite orderly, and she had obviously traced them on copybooks when she was a child. The shape of her writing was thin and delicate, but she lacked strength, and her strokes were a little deliberate.

Fu Xiao tilted his head and looked, a little surprised to see Ji Yao's habit of breaking out in his unconscious mind.

Fu Xiao just stopped speechlessly, because he really couldn't do anything to her and couldn't catch her.

Just as he was feeling complacent, he squeezed the paper ball in his hand and threw it into the flowerpot. He also poured a bowl of cold tea on it and boldly destroyed the corpse.

She jumped around to avoid Fu Xiao, stood back in front of the desk, took off a pen holder from the pen holder, bent down, and rewrote a new page.

This time, he was obviously much more serious than before.

Ji Yao took a breath and started writing carefully. Even the few locks of bangs hanging down in front of her forehead, blocking her sight, were not removed, and they seemed not to be affected at all.

Fu Xiao walked over quietly and stood aside to watch.

Her strokes were quite orderly, and she had obviously traced them on copybooks when she was a child. The shape of her writing was thin and delicate, but she lacked strength, and her strokes were a little deliberate.

Fu Xiao tilted his head and looked at it, and saw that Ji Yao could still write accurately on the white paper without grids, one step after another, without any deviation. He thought it was quite amazing.

He watched Ji Yao finish writing down the whereabouts of Zhu Neng and Cao Guangkun first, but got stuck when he got to senior Guo Dajiao, Hu Shuo and Ting'e.

She didn't continue for a long time.

It wasn't that Ji Yao suddenly lost his ability and couldn't figure out where the person was, but that he was a little nervous.
To be continued...