In the afternoon, just as Lao Que's mood had calmed down, Wu Ma Xi came to the door again.
Looking at that face through the door, Lao Que really wanted to stab him with a knife, or stab himself, but just thinking about it, he knew it was unrealistic, so he had no choice but to open the door and invite him into the living room.
The two sat opposite each other across the coffee table.
Lao Que calmly drank a few sips of tea, then suddenly stood up, slammed the tea cup on the ground, put his head in front of Wuma Xi, and shouted in a low voice: "What on earth do you want to do?"
"I want to kill Luo Cizhang." Wu Ma Xi's tone was calm but determined.
"If you want to kill yourself, kill yourself and don't fucking get me involved." Lao Que was a little hysterical.
"Don't you think this is an opportunity for you?" Wu Ma Xi looked at Lao Que and said in an unusually calm tone, "Luo Cizhang's death is a big deal. As long as it works well, you can definitely return to Daxing Palace and Receive attention."
"I have plenty of time and plenty of means, so why take such risks?"
"Do you have enough time?" Wu Ma Xi sneered slightly, "As far as I know, Lord Hanyan will be back soon."
"Che Han?" The hatred in Lao Que's eyes flashed away, and he stared at Wu Ma Xi with bright eyes, "Where did you get the news?"
"Don't worry about it, I have my own channels." Wu Ma Xi noticed the hatred in Lao Que's eyes. The relationship between Che Lao's master and apprentice is probably not simple. But this will help promote Wu Ma Xi's plan. , should be helpful.
Lao Que closed his eyes and remained silent. After a long time, he opened his eyes and said, "You have gone crazy. Cooperating with you will only set you on fire."
"Isn't it the same for you? After setting fire to your own house and burning yourself like this, are you still afraid of getting burned?" Wu Ma Xi stared into Lao Que's eyes, "You have sacrificed so much, are you really willing to give up like this? Are you willing to stay with Che Han for the rest of your life?"
Lao Que suppressed his anger and said: "Do you know who Luo Cizhang is? He is a veteran of more than ten years. The two of us together can't fight him with one hand."
"So I need you to help me find opportunities. Killing people does not necessarily have to rely on force." Wu Ma Xi said calmly, his eyes as deep as an ancient well, "You should know Che Han's temperament. If you wait for him to come back, you will never have another chance." Opportunity."
Lao Que drank the cold water on the table in one gulp and said: "Reason? Why did you take such a risk? I never believe that this is what your superiors meant, otherwise Luo Cizhang would have died in the southwest long ago. .”
"It's a reason you can't understand." There was a vague sadness in Wu Ma Xi's voice.
Lao Que saw that there was some sadness in his expression and did not pursue the question further. He instead said: "The plan you make must be reviewed by me. If the risk is too high, I will never play with fire together with you."
Wuma Xi said: "Don't worry, my desire to return to the southwest alive is beyond your imagination."
Laotou nodded and said: "I am responsible for collecting information about Luo Cizhang. I will find a way to inform you when I have the results."
Wuma Xi said: "No, we are old acquaintances. If we walk around more, there is nothing invisible."
Lao Que deliberately wanted to downplay the relationship with Wu Ma Xi, so as not to be too deeply involved later. Wu Ma Xi, on the other hand, deliberately wanted to put this relationship in the open, so as to prevent Lao Que from realizing that the situation was not going well in the middle of the matter, and the martyrdom was cut off. Wrist to escape.
Lao Que stared at Wu Ma Xi coldly and said: "No, if you slap your butt and leave after killing someone, you will definitely be suspected. If I have close contact with you, how will I get away afterwards? I will never do this. May agree."
Wu Maxi also knew that it was not advisable to push him too hard. Anyway, the lack of work was not too shallow, so he nodded and said: "In principle, there is no problem, but Zuoyuan Town is such a big place. At first glance, everyone is familiar.
How do you think the connection can be kept secret?"
Lao Que thought for a while, then suddenly raised his head and stared at Wu Ma Xi, saying: "You will provide the channel. I know that you have been active in the northwest for many years and you must have this ability. If confidentiality cannot be guaranteed, I will never participate.
"
Wu Maxi didn't expect that she would have to rely on him for labor shortage. After thinking for a long time, she could only reluctantly agree and said: "Okay, after the materials are sorted out, put them on the roof, and I will find a way to get them. Remember, when collecting the materials,
Spectators are not allowed."
"Okay, I respect your secret." Lao Que lowered his gaze and said, "Go slowly, I won't send you away."
"I'm waiting for your good news." Wu Maxi nodded, stood up and left.
Lao Que watched his back disappear behind the door, took a sip of cold water, put the cup on the coffee table, his eyes were cold.
Che Han was coming back soon. Even if Wu Ma Xi didn't come to his door, he would still have to take risks and speed up his pace.
He recalled the scene of lighting his own house on fire that night. The fire was already burning, so he just let it burn even more fiercely!
That night, Lao Que took the tea leaves and knocked on Luo Cizhang's door again, saying: "I saw that Senior Luo liked this frost very much in the morning, so I took the liberty to send it over again."
Luo Cizhang remembered how stingy he was when he took back the tea leaves in the pot, and the embarrassment on his face flashed away. Shuanghao was a good thing, and Luo Cizhang, who was good at tea, could not bear to refuse, so he shamelessly invited Lao Que in.
An old man and a young man sat in front of the coffee table, soaked some frost, and Luo Cizhang began to show off his tea knowledge to Lao Que. Lao Que also followed his words and carefully guided the topic. He occasionally asked some questions, but also
He rashly went deep and just wandered around in ordinary things. Although Luo Cizhang had no defense against him, it was unrealistic to ask for too in-depth information with two cans of tea. All he could do was to pick up some trivial information.
From the information, filter and guess the information you need.
The two chatted for several hours, and the pot of tea kept changing from green to green, and Luo Cizhang was not willing to replace it with new tea leaves.
While drinking boiled water, Senior Luo's conversation became less interesting. Lao Que brought up a few more topics. Seeing that Luo Cizhang was a little impatient, he knew that problems would easily arise if he continued to force himself, so he left and went home, locking himself up.
In the room, I sorted out the information I got, turned it into words overnight, wrapped it in an envelope and put it on the roof.
Early the next morning, Wu Maxi asked Sui Yuque to retrieve the materials and sit in the room to read.
These materials are divided into two parts. One part is the record of the original conversation, and the other part is Lao Que's own summary, analysis, and speculation. The main content includes Luo Cizhang's place of origin and birth, living habits, interpersonal interactions, past events, and
Background, etc., in addition to several sets of hands-on plans proposed by Lao Que.
In these materials, Wu Maxi discovered a problem.
The best way to kill Luo Cizhang is definitely to borrow the power of the West Palace, but this plan takes time to work. Lao Que's several plans have ignored this plan intentionally or unintentionally, which seems to indicate that Lao Que has also begun to
Anxious.
Wuma Xi was going back to the southwest on February 10th, and had no intention of borrowing the power of the West Palace. After repeatedly weighing several options for labor shortage, he decided to adopt the third one: formation, auxiliary killing.
Luo Cizhang is a Realm Master, and if he wants to kill him, the level of the formation guide must not be too low. Wu Ma Xi does have a suitable formation guide, but the consumables are too large, so he first has to spend money to purchase the materials.
Wu Maxi mostly had real estate and didn't have much cash, so he was going to let Lao Que advance part of it. Based on what he thought, Mr. Lao burned the mansion into ruins with a fire, so he had a huge amount of money, so he must have some savings. Who knows?
, this person really left no room for anything and burned himself into a complete pauper. Wu Maxi had no choice but to prepare to sell the Eighteen Hells again to raise funds.
Later, Lao Que raised another question: How should he operate afterwards to ensure that he is promoted to the Daxing Palace?
This should have been a question for him to think about on his own, but Lao Que went back to his trick of cheating and gave up the problem when he couldn't think of a solution.
Wu Maxi had no choice but to do the thinking for her. After much deliberation, she felt that in order to operate this matter well, she must start from the internal relations of the Daxing Hall. Only by understanding the connections and involvements inside can she take advantage of the situation and rise to the top.
So Lao Que ran to have tea with Luo Cizhang again.
According to Lao Que's planned conversation order, he should have started with the arrogance in the West Hall, and then moved on to the clown in the East Hall and the vegetarian meal with corpses in the North Hall. After going around in this circle, we basically have a formula.
Unexpectedly, Luo Cizhang was so resentful towards the West Palace that he lectured for two hours.
After the lecture in the West Hall was finished, the tea was turned to boiled water again, and Luo Cizhang's interest in conversation also faded along with the tea. Lao Que tentatively mentioned the East Hall and the North Hall, but he mentioned them all in one word. Obviously, there was no in-depth discussion.
interested.
Lao Que had no choice but to say goodbye and leave.
On the way out, Luo Cizhang said: "Xiao Lao, you have been coming here to drink tea these past two days. When you come, I can't fool you with bad tea, but you also know that the good tea here is good."
The tea is only the two small cans of frost. If you keep drinking like this, I'm afraid it will run out soon. We are in the same group. Of course I am very happy that you can come to me for tea. But if you come
When you arrive, can you bring some tea over?"
Lao Que was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Senior Luo, don't worry! I still have a lot of Shuanghao over there. After you drink it, ask Qiniang for it. I guarantee that you will have no worries and have a good time!"
"That's good, that's good." Luo Cizhang laughed.
Lao Que also laughed with him, but his heart was filled with disgust.
I have long heard that Luo Cizhang is a shameless philistine. He has brought all the tricks he used to do when he was a small vendor into the world of cultivation. He will sharpen his head to get closer when he sees a bargain, and he will bargain shamelessly when there is a dispute. There is no trace of it at all.
The dignity of spiritual cultivation.
Such a philistine, how can he drink tea like an imitator?
As Lao Que walked home, he cursed: He deserved to be beaten like a monkey in the southwest.
After returning home, Lao Que quickly recorded the conversation in writing and put it on the roof.
When Wu Maxi took the materials back, it was already after get off work time, so she took the materials home to study.
After the meal, Wu Maxi locked himself in the realm room, spread the information on the table, and read it carefully bit by bit, trying to find some subtle opportunities. Although Luo Cizhang talked about the West Hall, there was a lot of content, but
Most of them were complaining that there was not much useful content. Wu Maxi leaned into the information and carefully selected it, finding it extremely hard.
Suddenly there was Jian You's hurried knock on the door.
Opening the door, he saw Jian You standing outside the door holding a shadow mirror, and said urgently: "Uncle, the fluctuation has appeared again." dd