Wen Kexing was obviously more interested in him than the hanging evil ghost. When he turned around and saw him leaving, he immediately wanted to catch up with him. Unexpectedly, the person who was still in front of him just now seemed to be shaking out of thin air.

After disappearing, Wen Kexing paused and glanced across the vast sea of ​​people.

Zhou Zishu was like a drop of water sinking into the sea, and suddenly disappeared. Wen Kexing was a little confused, squinted his eyes, and unwillingly scanned around the direction where he disappeared, and found that the man was really

Yes, he just disappeared from his eyes.

At that moment, he suddenly felt an emotion that was indescribable to outsiders, as if something was out of control, and there was a little unexplained anger budding.

It turns out that this person can disappear at any time - even if Wen Kexing guesses his identity and his thoughts, he can still disappear at any time - as long as he wants.

He fell out of the skylight dragnet, the most cunning fish in the world.

Zhou Zishu left Wen Kexing and went to a bank.

The most famous silver bank in Dongting and even the Jiangnan area has a very plain name, "Ping'an Bank". The business is quite prosperous, but it is not too eye-catching. It has never thought of intervening in the business of other places.

It seems that the owner doesn't have much ambition and just settles in this corner where the grass grows and the orioles fly.

Zhou Zishu looked up at the signboard of the bank and pushed the door in. Someone immediately shouted: "I am a guest, please come inside - are you cashing the banknote or..."

Zhou Zishu passed the waiter and went directly to the shopkeeper. He smiled lowly and said softly: "I want to ask your boss Song to help me with something. Could you please contact a manager for me?"

The shopkeeper was startled, raised his head and looked at Zhou Zishu for a while, then cautiously asked: "Who are you?"

Zhou Zishu lowered his voice: "I am an old friend of your seventh master, my surname is Zhou."

As soon as the word "Seventh Master" was uttered, the shopkeeper's expression immediately changed, and he became awe-struck. He walked out in a few steps, personally led him to sit down, and asked the waiter to serve tea. However, he stood aside and said respectfully.

: "Please, I will send a message to the Master of the Song Dynasty immediately. However, I am afraid that the Master is not in Dongting at the moment. Do you think... how many days can you wait?"

Zhou Zishu nodded and said, "If you're not busy, you can sit down too."

He politely gave in to the shopkeeper again, but Chengcheng, the shopkeeper, waved his hands in panic and said he didn't dare. Then he asked: "Master Zhou, do you want to talk to the boss personally about your matter, or should you ask the villain to handle it now?"

Zhou Zishu thought for a while and asked: "I don't have anything important to do. I just wonder if the shopkeeper has heard of the 'glazed armor'?"

The shopkeeper of Yinzhuang was stunned for a moment: "This... I have heard something about it. Could it be that what Mr. Zhou said was the glazed armor made of five pieces of broken glazed glass?"

Zhou Zishu nodded: "Exactly."

The shopkeeper of Yinzhuang thought for a moment, spread out a piece of paper, wrote the words "Liu Li Jia", and then said: "I know a little bit, but I'm afraid it's not detailed. If Mr. Zhou doesn't care about waiting for a few days, I will."

There are also some channels that can check it for you."

Zhou Zishu looked at him and saw that the shopkeeper was only in his thirties or forties. He had a shrewd look on his face, spoke impeccably, and spoke slowly. He must think twice before speaking. He was indeed a group of old and young foxes under the hands of a man who had become a man. He didn't

Knowing how much influence that old friend has had here after so many years after leaving the capital, it seems now that it may not be as simple as Yinzhuang.

He drank a cup of tea and left. He didn't expect that the former leader of Tianchuang would also rely on others to collect information, and he didn't expect that in order to save the life of that bastard Zhang Chengling, he would one day beg for that person's head - but then again

, Zhou Zishu himself couldn't understand. Zhang Chengling and he just met by chance, so what does his life have to do with him?

Simply busy with nothing.

But in this life, there are always some people and some things that make people know that they are not good, but they can't help but meddle in their own business. Zhou Zishu thought, maybe it is fate? Otherwise, why would Jiangnan be so good?

It's such a big place, but why should he meet that little thing?

He strolled on the street, idly strolling around and basking in the sun, enjoying the scenery of Dongting. It was not until the sun turned west that he walked to a restaurant with satisfaction and ordered a pot of wine and a few side dishes.

He thought to himself that this was a really good life. It seemed that he had never had such a good life in his life - either he was exhausted, or he was scheming to make others exhausted.

There was a little girl playing the piano and singing a tune next to her. She had a lively person and a lively voice. She was beautiful no matter how you looked at it. It was just a song. Everyone upstairs and downstairs cheered. When Zhou Zishu looked at her, he felt that it was pleasing to the eye, so he acted generously.

Fang Di took out a piece of silver and put it on her plate. The little girl was stunned for a moment, then she lowered her head and pursed her lips, smiled at him, and thanked him softly. Zhou Zishu felt even better.

Suddenly, a person sat down on the seat opposite. The person came as a matter of course and said in a straightforward manner: "I'm here to ask you to buy me a drink."

Zhou Zishu's heart tightened - the creditor was here.

Ye Baiyi was not polite at all. In his opinion, mundane things like eating and drinking were for him to do the honors. Since it was him who was doing the honors, the other person should be frightened. Naturally, he did not need to be polite, so he ignored Zhou Zishu and went about greeting him on his own.

The waiter passing by the restaurant rattled off a bunch of dish names and said calmly to Zhou Zishu: "You can eat whatever you want, no need to be formal."

Zhou Zishu looked at him with strange eyes and thought, "Which of your eyes can see my restraint?"

He somewhat suspected that the descendant of the ancient monk was deliberately trying to blackmail him. The things he just ordered were enough to feed two pigs, let alone two people.

Ye Baiyi saw that he had no intention of adding more food, so he suddenly realized: "Oh, yes, you are injured, so your appetite will definitely not be very good. But I advise you to eat more when you can, and you won't be able to eat the rest of the time."

too much."

Zhou Zishu's eyes became even weirder, thinking that if this thing wasn't a descendant of an ancient monk, he would be beaten like a sandbag all day long.

Just then, another person walked up to them without asking, pulled up a chair and sat down. He looked at Ye Baiyi with a half-smile and said, "Axu, why are you here today?"

I didn’t even say hello, and I disappeared all afternoon. I bet...there’s someone else?"

Zhou Zishu's good mood that lit up the little girl's smile immediately disappeared. He thought to himself whether he should stand up directly, say "I'm leaving, you two can help yourself" and leave. Wen Kexing

Then he turned around and, for some reason, asked with gritted teeth, "Who is he?"

"He is..." Zhou Zishu was just about to say that he was just a friend he met by chance. When the words came to his lips, he suddenly felt extremely confused. He didn't know what he was doing to explain this to him, so he paused with a strange look on his face.

Ye Baiyi nodded to Wen Kexing generously and said, "My name is Ye Baiyi."

Wen Kexing turned his head with a smile on his face and was about to speak when he heard Ye Baiyi say calmly again: "I know you, you were the one who burned down the Zhang family's child's house that day."

Zhou Zishu's hand holding the wine glass was suspended in the air, and the smile on Wen Kexing's face disappeared in an instant. He stared at Ye Baiyi with his eyes, as if staring at a dead object, and his body slowly condensed

Arousing some kind of indescribable... deep and cold murderous intention.

Zhou Zishu winced and frowned.

Just as the waiter was bringing the dishes, he was so excited by his murderous intention that his hands shook in fright, and the plate was about to fall. In the blink of an eye, the waiter felt a white shadow flash in front of his eyes, and the dish that was about to fall fell.

It fell firmly into the hands of the young man in white, without even a drop of vegetable soup spilling out.

Even with Zhou Zishu's eyesight, he couldn't fully see his movements.

Ye Baiyi is such a master? If he is a descendant of an ancient monk, then the legendary ancient monk from Changming Mountain...

Zhou Zishu shed a little cold sweat on his back and realized that Tianluo's estimate of the mysterious ancient monk turned out to be inaccurate.

Wen Kexing's pupils shrank for a moment. Although his face was calm, he calmly put back the evil spirit and looked at the young man in white - he had... twenty-five or six? No.

, I'm afraid it's just that the skin is tender, and the real age is much more than that, or maybe it's around thirty? It doesn't look like...

The impression this man gave him was just like his name, a blank. When he sat there, not talking or moving, he was like a dummy, making it impossible for people to feel his mood swings, and it was difficult for him to use himself.

The emotions affected him, as if he were sitting next to each other but living in two different worlds.

Ye Baiyi didn't seem to notice the violent reaction of the other two people because of his words, and just kept eating. As the food was placed one after another, the expressions of Zhou Zishu and Wen Kexing once again showed a certain expression.

degree of distortion——

This descendant of the ancient monk is simply a peerless loser!

He stuffed things into his mouth very quickly. Although he was not rude, his posture was as if he had never eaten in eight lifetimes. The chopsticks were dropped like flying, and the place where the chopsticks passed was like locusts crossing the border, leaving no space for the enemy.

Zhou Zishu, who was not hungry, and Wen Kexing, who was obviously not in the mood to eat, couldn't help but pick up their chopsticks, wanting to taste the delicacies of the mountains and seas cooked in this restaurant.

It wasn't until the table was littered with cups and plates, the war situation was terrible, and all the dishes were empty, that Ye Baiyi put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth with satisfaction, curved the corners of his mouth in an inconspicuous arc, smiled, and said to Zhou Zishu: "

thanks for treatment."

After saying that, he didn't say anything else, just stood up and left.

Zhou Zishu suddenly felt that just because he could afford to support such a foodie, the ancient monk from Changming Mountain was a great person!

Wen Kexing suddenly said: "What he said just now... I didn't mean to..."

He paused in his words and seemed slightly confused. He didn't know why he suddenly said this. His chest seemed a little tight. He quickly raised his eyes and glanced at Zhou Zishu, lowered his eyes again, smiled self-deprecatingly, shook his head, and recovered.

His usual look: "Is this a descendant of the ancient monk? To me, he looks like a white-skinned locust."

Zhou Zishu picked up the wine pot and poured himself some wine from the bottom of the pot, without dwelling on the topic of arson.

Of course he knew that if Wen Kexing deliberately wanted to kill Zhang Chengling, it would be no different than crushing an ant. He would definitely not set a fire with great fanfare, and would specifically choose a time when a person was not around. Therefore, it is not so much that he has malicious intentions, but

He knew something and went to give a warning in advance.

The question is, how did Ye Baiyi know?

But he suddenly remembered something else... Zhou Zishu put his hand into his arms, his expression suddenly became very exciting, he raised his head and asked: "Well... have you brought enough money?"

Wen Kexing looked at each other in confusion.

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