Chapter 239 The suspicious character appears!

The donkey cart rushes over several mountains. About an hour later, Song Zhi and Zhu Wushi arrived at Huainan Road slowly.

Unlike the green roads in Jiangnan Road, the eaves are uniquely staggered, and the flowing water of small bridges, Huainan Road is vast and has a towering carving building that is not inferior to the capital. At the higher point is the endless tea garden and salt field, full of vitality.

Looking around, the wider stone street was already silhouetted by the afternoon. The people on the street were no longer thin and casual, and there were many outsiders in brocade clothes and jade clothes. Just in terms of prosperity, Huainan Road is almost comparable to the city that never sleeps.

Song Zhi walked on the street with a donkey, and was also amazed by the beautiful scenery in front of him, because pear trees are planted everywhere on Huainan Road, and pear blossoms are blooming in late spring. Walking on Huainan Road is like strolling in a sea of ​​white flowers.

The fragrance of pear blossoms is refreshing. Even Song Zhi still smiles knowingly even with his veil, sighing at the dreamy beauty here.

Zhu Wushi followed Song Zhi, squinted his eyes and looked at the white flower trees on both sides, turning to the curtains to look meditative.

Strange. When I was young, I came here with my father, and there was no pear tree at that time.

The donkey cart was taken to an inn and the two of them were finally able to stroll around without any worries. Everything here is so fresh, and it is a good time to relax.

The fragrance of pear blossoms wrapped around the corners of the green clothes and passed by the bustling crowd. The orioles on the branches were singing funnyly. Song Zhi looked around with great interest. The breeze flowed through the tips of his hair, blew a few strands of black hair, and his steps were light.

Zhu Wushi put his hands behind him, turned his head bored and distinguished the difference between this place and the past.

Occasionally glanced at Song Zhi's back, he felt a little relaxed. His father once brought him here, but the great back that seemed to be looking up at forever no longer exists. When he came here again, he was already a second-grade promising master.

If I were alone, I would be sad when I was in the scene, but perhaps because of Song Zhi, a friend, was accompanied by me, I was not too sad or angry, but rather extremely calm.

Father, you always say you want to make good friends, but I have begun to understand this.

On this day, Song Zhi and Zhu Wushi took a boat boat. While sliding, they experienced the scenery of the lake and mountains beside the Dongxuan River. They also caught fish on the boat. Unfortunately, they didn't catch a single one. Before they knew it, half of the day, the two returned to the dock of Huainan Road.

The sunset was slightly sunny, and the orange-red sunlight shone on the twilight Jiangnan. Outside a low house, the man standing with a knife shone brightly.

The man's face was as beautiful as a jade-like man, closing his eyes to rest. One of his feet was against the tiled wall behind him, and his back was silent.

But even though he was inactive, he still attracted the young women passing by on the road to watch frequently. However, no matter how charming their eyes were, the man just didn't open his eyes, as if he was asleep.

In the low room, there was a group of men and women working on their forehands. There was a pool of mud in front of them, as if some mysterious plaster was added, which could be pulled at will and would not fall apart easily.

From their expressions of joy or ridicule, we can see that they are not really working, but playing with mud.

This is one of the characteristics of Jiangnan, porcelain; and this kind of small shop is the Wu family's industry, which allows foreign tourists to pay banknotes to experience making porcelain by themselves. The method is simple and crude. After the master of the fire is pinched, he will help you fire it. Anyway, what you make is fine.

On one of the inconspicuous seats, Song Zhi's eyes were extremely serious. He rolled up his long sleeves, his forearm was covered with mud, and he was carefully pinching his porcelain. He had been thinking about it for an hour. This time he would have to succeed, otherwise

Bar!

Before he could finish his thoughts, the mud bottle in Song Zhi's hand shattered into mud, and the hair hanging from his forehead was stained with mud. Lord Song suddenly had a burst of mentality.

"Truck game! I won't play it anymore and see who you are angry with!"

Song Zhi had no expression on his face, but he actually roared in his heart. He clenched his fists, and blue veins appeared on the back of his fair hands. He wished he could lift his feet and step them a few more times before he could relieve his anger.

After letting out a long sigh, Song Zhi walked to the water tank beside him and washed his hands. He looked out the window and realized that he had been failing and failed. He had forgotten the time of playing, and in a blink of an eye, the sun was setting.

Song Zhi hurried outside the house to look for Zhu Wushi, but as soon as he left the door, he saw Zhu Wushi leaning against the door frame at this moment, closing his eyes as if he was asleep.

"Sister can fall asleep even if someone stands?" Song Zhi was shocked. As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Wushi's eyes opened a crack.

“It’s done?”

Zhu Wushi slowly lowered his feet, and at the same time he put the black knife into his waist, asking.

Song Zhi coughed lightly, looked at the sky and changed the topic: "It's dark this day, so let's eat something and go back, otherwise it will be too late."

Zhu Wushi glanced at him and guessed that Song Zhi must have failed, but he was too lazy to tease him, so he walked towards the street.

"Your clothes are opera robes, are they so dirty?"

After reminding, Song Zhi found that mud was scattered on his green robe, which was refreshing when he came. He was so sloppy in half a day, and he was really not paying attention.

"It's okay, I'll wash it when I go back tonight, I can't tell it." Song Zhi rubbed his fingers, and the stain became even more open, and his heart skipped a beat.

Zhu Wushi glanced back and reminded him with a 'good intention':

"If I didn't know this, it should be the best satin made of silk cloth. The exquisite workmanship is probably only one piece, and it costs more than one tael of gold. I hope you can wash it."

Song Zhi opened his mouth slightly, quickly accelerated his pace and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Marquis, my house has collapsed. Can you lend me some silver? No gold?"

Zhu Wushi took a light breath and scolded: ".How can you have a house!"

Soon, the lights were on, and there was a historic restaurant on a small hill on Huainan Road. The two of them sat on a high elegant seat and turned their heads to see the prosperity of Huainan Road.

Downstairs is a sea of ​​white flowers, and in the distance is the shimmering river water. The mountain breeze is slightly cool and moist. The fishing fire outside the window is like beans. At this moment, drinking a glass of plum wine is indescribable.

Zhu Wushi didn't drink often, so he picked up the wine glass and savored it carefully. The plum wine was refreshing and bitter aftertaste, which was different from ordinary wine.

"You just said that the young lady of Yulong Villa has severe coldness?" Zhu Wushi asked.

Song Zhi was already overwhelmed, so he took off his cloth shoes and sat cross-legged on the chair. They were in the private room, and there was a curtain covering him, so he didn't have to worry about others seeing his face.

Song Zhi nodded, licked the oil stains on his lips with his tongue, and said, "Well, that young lady came to visit the White Dragon Class today and chatted with me for a few words."

"It was then that she had an attack in front of me, her whole body was trembling with cold air, and even opened her mouth and sprayed out an ice mist. The mist touched my sleeves and condensed into frost on the spot."

Zhu Wushi leaned back, looked down at the table, and seemed to have thought of something, and asked back: "You mentioned just now that she said she was taking the fire pill?"

"Well, she said such a medicine."

Zhu Wushi raised his eyebrows, picked up the wine glass again, and whispered: "This Liehuo Pill is very powerful, not a magic pill for ordinary people. Do you know who can use this prescription?"

Song Zhi stretched, thinking why you are still a riddle man, so he had to agree: "I don't know, let's just say it."

"It's just two kinds of people. One is the cold poison of the strong ice-funded person. This pill should be used to relieve it. The other is the methamphetamine. On the other hand, it should be treated with medicine. Since Mrs. Chen is not a monk, most of it is the second type." Zhu Wushi said without changing his expression, as if he was talking about an insignificant thing.

Song Zhi was extremely surprised. He didn't expect that Zhu Wushi could infer these hidden stories without having to recognize people in person.

"You mean that the young lady was harmed like this?" Song Zhi couldn't believe it. Whoever dared to do this would be afraid of being retaliated against?

Zhu Wushi shook his head and said in a calm tone:

"The affairs of the official family and the clan have never been explained in one or two sentences. Since they have nothing to do with your and my trip, there is no need to ask more questions."

Song Zhi sighed lightly. Although he met Miss Lin today, he was still in love with her. He didn't expect that she was actually harmed by a traitor. However, as Zhu Wushi said, he couldn't control these things and shouldn't care about them.

"It's getting late, I'm back."

After Zhu Wushi finished speaking, he poured the plum wine in the pot into his mouth and stood up to leave.

Song Zhi also used his feet to hook his cloth shoes and was about to lead the donkey back to Jiangnan Road, so that he could rest for a few hours, otherwise he might not be able to concentrate on practicing opera tomorrow.

At this moment, a long-lost charming voice came from Song Zhi's heart, causing him to stop his movements and look surprised.

The demon fox woke up at this moment.

Just like when it appears, big things happen, this time its tone is still weird, and he asked directly:

"You still eat delicious food. You are full of demonic energy everywhere at this moment, do you know?"

Before Song Zhi could be surprised, he was shocked by these words and asked in his heart: "Fox Fairy, what kind of demonic energy, is there a monster?"

"It's not a monster, it's a human puppet. Just like what you encountered in the northern border, be careful." The demon fox's voice was casual, with a hint of ease that had just woken up.

"Have you completely digested the jade pearl?" Song Zhi felt the changes of the demon fox. Its voice seemed to be more real, no longer the ethereal and illusory feeling.

"Yes, my soul injury has just recovered, and I can rob the demonic energy in the future. It's up to you boy. Why not start with the guy below. Don't be afraid, I will protect you."

The demon fox giggled, and appeared directly from Song Zhi's shoulders. It no longer turned into light and shadows. Its tone was still so domineering, as if it didn't take anything seriously.

Song Zhi was complaining inwardly that this guy said the same thing last time he went to Yu Mingzhu, but he almost failed several times. This time he would definitely not act recklessly.

Zhu Wushi had been waiting outside the elegant seat for a long time. Seeing that Song Zhi had not followed him for a long time, he couldn't help but lift the curtain and prepare to turn around and urge him.

Song Zhi hurriedly blocked the figure of the demon fox on his back, raised one foot and pretended to be wearing shoes, and said quickly: "I'm wearing shoes, I'll come out soon!"

Zhu Wushi frowned slightly, and still put the curtain on it.

The demon fox, who was held by Song Zhi, smiled and joked: "Why is it this kid again? Could it be that your charm has been perfect and he has accepted him as your servant?"

Song Zhi snorted coldly, shook his head and was too lazy to explain what he wanted.

After putting on his shoes and leaving the private room, Song Zhi hung his veil and looked at Zhu Wushi. After thinking for a while, he decided to tell him the information he received.

After all, the purpose of the two of them this time is the same, that is, to capture the lantern.

Zhu Wushi's eyes changed slightly, and then he looked back at Song Zhi solemnly. He nodded gently after seeing the seriousness in Song Zhi's eyes, and everything was silent.

"I can just feel his breath nearby, but I don't know where he is. Let's search separately to see if there are any suspicious people." Song Zhi suggested.

Zhu Wushi did not refute, but just repeated: "Young, men have identities."

Then the two separated and pretended to be nothing and wandered down the restaurant, scanning the suspicious people along the way, especially those cultivators with cultivation levels above the God Transformation Realm.

Including the cultivation column, there were a lot fewer suspicious people in an instant, and most of the people in the building were ordinary merchants. Occasionally, some monks either had low cultivation or were servants of others. Soon the two of them almost found a floor, but there was still no suitable target.

Song Zhi came to the second floor and peeked in one by one along the elegant rooms, but he finally found nothing.

Could it be that person is not in the restaurant?

But the demon fox was sure that the demonic energy was not far away. Just when Song Zhi was at a loss, a noisy sound suddenly came from below, causing the guests upstairs to look down.

Song Zhi happened to be standing by the mast railing and glanced down. The restaurant was located on a mountain bag and there was a gravel path extending from Huainan Road. Although the dishes were expensive, there were still endless people coming and going.

At this moment, it seems that someone is fighting downstairs, or unilaterally beating.

"Your boy is Charlotte!"
To be continued...