Yulin Road in the capital of Shu is full of taverns. Because a folk song became popular, every tavern is overcrowded at night.
Jiang Zhonglou walked slowly across the street and arrived at No. 39 Yulin Road.
I saw that the name of this pub was "Tavern No. 39, Yulin Road".
Jiang Zhonglou opened the antique store door and walked into the tavern. He saw people sitting on every table, eating barbecue and drinking various kinds of wine...it was very lively.
Jiang Zhonglou glanced around at the drinkers in the store and immediately narrowed his eyes.
He found a very familiar person in the store...
The man was a young man, sitting alone at a table, silently raising a glass and drinking.
There was a wine glass on his table. Apparently, he was waiting for someone.
Jiang Zhonglou squinted his eyes and observed the young man carefully. It took him a long time to finally recognize him, and he was shocked!
It turned out that the young man was actually Zeng Qing!
He is the secret guard leader of the Bai Zhi family in Jiangcheng!
The "secret guards" of the Bai family are senior bodyguards who are responsible for protecting Bai Zhi and Bai Wenyuan in secret...
At that time, the "Dark Guard" also had an important task, which was to help Bai Wenyuan search for "pirate treasures" on Chongming Island...
This Zeng Qing was once assigned by Bai Wenyuan to deliver a Mercedes-Benz to Jiang Zhonglou, and also drove a yacht on Chongming Island to pick up Jiang Zhonglou's overseas cruise...
Later, Zeng Qing always protected Bai Zhi's travel safety...
Since leaving Jiangcheng, Jiang Zhonglou has never seen Zeng Qing again... and has almost forgotten about him.
Because Zeng Qing is just a servant of the Bai family, he is really insignificant...
But he never expected that Jiang Chonglou would meet Zeng Qing again in a tavern in the capital of Shu.
What is this Zeng Qing doing in the capital of Shu?
Could it be that there is something wrong with Bai Zhi?
Thinking of this, Jiang Zhonglou didn't bother to talk to the caller, so he came to Zeng Qing's table and sat across from him.
"Sorry, there is someone here."
Zeng Qing glanced at Jiang Zhonglou, frowned and said.
"What happened to Bai Zhi?"
Jiang Zhonglou lowered his voice and asked directly.
"What? Who are you...?"
Zeng Qing's face changed drastically and he looked at Jiang Zhonglou with burning eyes.
Jiang Zhonglou wiped his face, and his appearance suddenly changed from Jiang Li to his original appearance, just like a face change in a Sichuan opera.
"Mr. Jiang?" Zeng Qing was stunned, recognized Jiang Zhonglou, and laughed in a low voice, "Your magical skill of disguise is really unpredictable!"
"What happened to Bai Zhi? What did you do in Shu?"
Jiang Chonglou asked anxiously again.
"I left the Bai family a long time ago...I came to join you on my master's orders."
Zeng Qing smiled and poured a full glass of wine for Jiang Zhonglou.
"Master? Who is your master?"
Jiang Zhonglou immediately became alert.
Only then did he realize that Zeng Qing was the person who called him just now!
No wonder it sounded familiar to him.
"I'm actually from Mo Ji. My master... is Mo Mei's father, Mo Ji's great son, Dongqing." Zeng Qing raised his wine glass.
"I'll go...you hid it deeply enough!"
Only then did Jiang Chonglou realize that Zeng Qing was originally from Mo Ji.
When he was in Jiangcheng, he was ostensibly the leader of the Bai family's secret guards, taking orders from Bai Wenyuan, but in fact, he was a disciple of Mo Ji, taking orders from Mo Lian...
"No wonder Mo Lian knows everything about the situation on Chongming Island, and also knows that the entrance to the underground Mo City is in the well of Longshou Temple..."
Jiang Zhonglou sighed: "You found the entrance to the underground Mo City and told Mo Lian, right?"
"Yes, I took the Bai family's secret guards to explore the Chongming Island and found that Su Feng Ye Shen stayed in Longshou Temple all day long and often sent people to dig for the well in the yard. I knew there was something wrong with the well.
Only then did I tell senior sister Mo Lian..."
Zeng Qing smiled.
"Senior sister? You should be older than Mo Lian, right? How do you call her senior sister?" Jiang Zhonglou was curious.
"We, Mo Ji, are the first to get started. No matter how old we disciples are, we can't get started as early as Mo Lian, so we all call her Senior Sister."
"Um...how many people do you have in Moji?"
"This...I'm sorry, I can't tell you."
Zeng Qing smiled slightly and politely refused to answer.
"All right..."
Jiang Zhonglou discovered that although he had known Mo Ji's Mo Lian Sanya for a long time, he knew almost nothing about Mo Ji's situation.
This ink machine is really mysterious.
However, Mo Lian has always been elusive, and Jiang Zhonglou has long been used to it...
"Did Mo Lian send you to see me? Where is she? Did she bring anything to me?"
Jiang Zhonglou asked again.
"No, my master sent me to invite you!" Zeng Qing said in a low voice.
"What? Your master...where is he?"
Jiang Zhonglou was shocked. He didn't expect that Zeng Qing was sent by Dong Qing, Mo Ji's son.
"He is not far away, I will take you to see him!"
Zeng Qing said, beckoning the waiter to pay the bill.
"good!"
Jiang Zhonglou stood up and followed Zeng Qing out of the tavern.
Zeng Qing got on a motorcycle and threw a helmet to Jiang Zhonglou.
Jiang Zhonglou put on his helmet and got on the motorcycle.
As soon as Zeng Qing turned the throttle, the motorcycle floated quietly onto the dark street.
After walking for an unknown distance, the motorcycle took many twists and turns and arrived at an extremely quiet and narrow alley in the old city of Shudu.
The alley is so narrow that cars can't enter, and you can only use motorcycles. Most of them are bungalows on both sides, and even the buildings are only three or four floors low...
It was already late at night, the residents in the alleys were fast asleep, and there were almost no lights.
Only a small shop in the middle of the alley shone dimly...
Zeng Qing's motorcycle stopped in front of the shop, and Jiang Zhonglou got off the car.
I saw that the glass door of the small shop was very old, still in the style of the 1990s, and the glass had long been smoked yellow, making it difficult to see what was going on in the shop...
The plaque hanging above the door was also blackened by smoke, and the words "Shudu Old Hotpot" could be faintly seen.
Zeng Qing opened the door, and Jiang Zhonglou walked into the small hotpot restaurant.
The shop is very small, with only four or five small tables.
The boss was sleeping on the counter and didn't seem to hear anyone come in at all.
There was only one table in the empty shop with a copper pot on it, and a charcoal fire was burning brightly underneath.
There was a middle-aged man sitting at the table, his dark face illuminated by the charcoal fire in a trance...
Jiang Zhonglou stared and saw a middle-aged man with a lean figure, a black cloth scarf on his head, and a blue short coat. He was a typical Shu man in a rural mountain village.
In the past, Shu people, both men and women, wore cloth handkerchiefs on their heads.
The color of the burqa is mostly white, but also cyan and black. Some women also wear red or other variegated burqas...
According to ancient legends, the Shu people wore cloth handkerchiefs on their heads in order to pay tribute to the "God in Green Clothes"...
The so-called Qingyi God is actually Du Yu, the former king of Shu.
It is Du Yu who is known as the "Wang Emperor", who was wrongly accused and forced to death by the turtle spirit, and turned into a cuckoo and cried blood.
The people of Shu all thought that Du Yu died unjustly, and sympathized with him very much, so they spontaneously wrapped a cloth handkerchief around their heads to pay tribute to Du Yu...
This one has been worn for thousands of years.
Nowadays, under the impact of modern civilization, Shu people in the city have long stopped wearing burpas...
Even in rural mountain villages, young people are too lazy to bother with the long-winded Bupa. Only some elderly people still retain this tradition.
Therefore, the middle-aged man in the hot pot restaurant looks like an old-school Shu man from a rural mountain village.
"Master, Mr. Jiang is here."
Zeng Qing went over and whispered to the middle-aged man.
This middle-aged man who looks like he came from the mountains is actually Mo Lian’s father, Mo Ji’s rich son Dongqing!
"Um."
Dongqing raised her head and looked at Jiang Zhonglou with two cold gleams in her eyes.