Bouncer Li stared at the letter handed over by Qiao Xianyong for a long time, playing with a few lotus darts in his hand.
Qiao Xianyong couldn't help but ask, "Butterhead Li, who is this person who uses the Lotus Bodyguard? Looking at the wounds of Bodyguard Master Gao and others, I feel that this person who uses the Bodyguard is not an ordinary practitioner."
"You're right." Li Biaotou raised the lotus dart and placed it near the candlelight to examine it. He pondered for a moment and said, "Although I don't know that this has moved my mind, I have taken a liking to our escort."
Who is he? But if my guess is correct, this lotus dart is only used by very few people in the world. Could it be that after a long time, that person reappeared? What kind of force can invite that person to work for them? "
He seemed to be asking Qiao Xianyong, and seemed to be talking to himself.
Qiao Xianyong didn't understand what Mr. Li was referring to and who he was talking about. He was about to leave the door silently when he was stopped by Mr. Li. He folded the letter in his hand, stuffed it into a brown envelope, and handed it to Qiao Xianyong and said:
, "Find a servant, set off immediately, and send this letter back to the Guang'an Town General Bureau as quickly as possible. This escort seems to be extremely dangerous, and the General Bureau needs to send a few more capable people to help."
"Boss Li, judging from the meaning of this letter, it seems that the person who came here is very determined." Qiao Xianyong added worriedly.
"We'll stay overnight tomorrow to build up our strength. We can't wait any longer. We have to start early the day after tomorrow." Biaotou Li said gloomily.
Qiao Xianyong didn't say anything else and exited the wing of Escort Li. The courtyard was full of people standing and walking, all the escorts from Baisha Escort Bureau. They were very quiet and didn't make much noise at all.
After a few hours, the east turned white and the sky became bright.
Head Guard Li came out to lecture again, arranging shifts to change every three hours during the day. It was still a rotating duty method, but it was necessary to ensure that everyone could get adequate rest during the day. After the night watch, every five hours from last night
The number of people on duty was increased to one team of ten people, and they were packed up and set off early the next morning.
During this day, no one had the intention to go out to watch the fun, and no one wanted to think or talk about the Flying Madonna they saw yesterday. They were all in the courtyard, polishing their weapons, practicing their luck, or even listening.
After listening to Biaotou Li's words, he went back to his room to sleep and try to regain his energy.
The day was long, but it gradually passed in the rush. The bodies of Gao Biaoshi and the other three were escorted by one person, and several porters were hired from Zhangzhou City. They were already on their way back to Guang'an Town. Liu Dayuan was also killed by Lei Biaoshi
A man was sent to deliver the letter to Guang'an Town at high speed. Everything was going on in an orderly manner, even if this orderliness was mixed with uneasiness and anxiety.
It was finally dark, and nothing suspicious happened during the day. Mr. Li's eyes were red from the heat. At noon, he finally took a nap under the persuasion of the escorts. At the time of the watch, he went out again and ordered people to check around.
Regarding the death in the inn, Captain Li also ordered not to tell the innkeeper, for fear of causing complications and making all kinds of difficult things happen again. Therefore, when the waiter came to deliver food and water, he only felt that the atmosphere in the small courtyard was depressing and terrifying, and there was no trace of it.
Although the laughter and laughter the day before seemed strange, I didn't dare to ask any more questions.
The second night began amidst everyone's anxiety. At midnight, Qiao Xianyong returned to the wing, woke up Guo Tieniu, who was still sleeping and snoring, and said, "Brother Tieniu, it's time, it's your turn to go on night watch."
Guo Tieniu stood up and left the room in a daze, but Qiao Xianyong did not fall asleep so quickly. Questions came one after another in his mind. At this time, he heard the sound of the clock beating at a slow and fast pace, and it was about to arrive again.
It's Yin time.
Yin Shi? Qiao Xianyong's heart moved. He suddenly remembered the first night he stayed at the Taiping Inn. It was also the time when Yin Shi was on time. He accidentally discovered that the Xiansong Sword changed color in his palm, and then the Xuanshi Zhenqi entered along the tip of his palm.
Now he is the only one in this room. Guo Tieniu has not been able to come back for two hours. Isn't it a good time to start practicing again? He will be on the road again tomorrow. He must be sleeping in the wilderness at night, where there are so many people and so many eyes.
, but there is no chance.
Qiao Xianyong thought of doing it, so he took out the Xiansong Sword from his arms, clasped his hands together, and held the sword in his hands.
A stick of incense has passed.
Two sticks of incense have passed.
There was no change. Not only did he not feel the true energy entering his body, even the Xiansong Sword, which changed color, showed no reaction, remaining as black and heavy as ever.
Could it be that that night was his illusion? Qiao Xianyong shook his head, it was impossible. In the past few days, the zhenqi in his body had occasionally circulated, but the real feeling was obviously different from before. So why was there no change tonight?
Does this black stone spirit also need the right time to produce surprising effects?
The hour is Yin hour. Both times are Yin hours. Could it be related to the day? The Yin hour on the day when Xiansong Jian changed color, but what day was that day? Qiao Xianyong thought about it carefully, and suddenly remembered that during the day,
Isn't it the day when the Flying Virgin Mary preaches to the believers in front of the Dragon King Temple? He still remembers the old man next to him praising, "The Flying Virgin Mother is indeed a fairy who descended to earth, and the day she chose is also a good day. Today is September 15th, she is a female
It’s Empress Wa’s birthday.”
Yes! It was September 15th. Qiao Xianyong remembered that when he was meditating that day, he occasionally glanced sideways out of the window. Through the window paper, he could see the big and round moon hanging on the treetops.
Could it be that it is on the full moon night of every month, that is, the Yin hour on the 15th, that one can cultivate the spirit of the black stone? Qiao Xianyong stuffed the black Xiansong sword back into his arms, fell on the pillow and thought about it, the more he thought about it, the more he thought about it.
I was confused and couldn't think clearly, so I just fell asleep.
When he woke up again, a red sun had emerged from the east. Guo Tieniu was packing his bags in the house. When he saw Qiao Xianyong opening his eyes, he smiled and said, "Ayong, you slept so soundly, you are really like my family."
He's like a black pig, talking in his sleep."
Qiao Xianyong blushed, sat up quickly, packed his simple belongings, and asked casually, "What did I say?"
"I can't hear clearly either. It seems like I'm talking about master master at one moment, and Ling Huier or something else at the next moment. Ayong, who is Huier, your wife?" Guo Tieniu smiled naively.
Qiao Xianyong's face turned even redder. He didn't know how to defend himself, so he said sarcastically, "What kind of wife is there? You must have heard wrong. By the way, judging from your expression, there must have been no trouble last night, right?"
Guo Tieniu nodded and said, "Yes, I have been working outside for half the night, and I haven't even seen a fart. Mao Mao is still angry there, saying that brother, you have seen everything in the world, and you have taken all the credit.
Already."
When Qiao Xianyong heard that nothing happened, he was relieved and worried at the same time.
If nothing happens tonight, doesn't it mean there will be something wrong tomorrow night?