Under the leadership of Uncle Ze, Du Yong and Yang Jin followed in slowly.

Because of inexplicable pressure, Du Yong and Yang Jin did not look sideways, and even breathed carefully. Although this was the case, they did not feel any danger in their hearts.

Walk through a clean corridor and come to a small schoolyard on the side.

It is not so much a schoolyard, but a carpenter's studio, with wood all around it, and there are several large shelves on the side, with various carpenter's tools on it.

There is an old man with gray hair in the middle facing everyone's back, tug of saws. The speed is not fast, but it is very rhythmic. The sound of the saw pulling makes people feel like they are in a storm, which is very strange.

"This is not an ordinary carpenter!"

Du Yong thought to himself, Xuan felt a little funny again, of course Mr. Hu was not ordinary.

Uncle Ze winked at Yang Jin and Du Yong, saying that he would talk to the wood after Mr. Tiger finished sawing it.

Of course, Du Yong and Yang Jin had no objection. They were juniors, so it was appropriate to wait patiently for an old man in his 80s, not to mention that Mr. Hu and Uncle Ze had to explain in detail about Zhang Yi's affairs.

After hearing another sound of saw pulling, Du Yong and Yang Jin became calm, as if they were used to the storm, and even a little leisurely.

Rub click!

The wood was finally sawed off. Uncle Hu put the saw down, straightened his waist, reached out to pick up the teapot on the stool, and raised his head to drink water.

After he finished drinking, Uncle Ze spoke respectfully: "Uncle Tiger!"

Uncle Hu turned around.

Du Yong and Yang Jin only took a look and then became stunned.

Mr. Hu looked at him in his fifties, with a clear face and a unique sense of perseverance in his eyes, which was impressive. Although his hair was gray, his hair was amazing, and he was combed meticulously.

The hands and feet are tall, the lower plate looks very stable, with thick calluses on both palms. The body is not burly, but it seems to contain endless power.

Mr. Hu glanced at him, very serious.

Du Yong and Yang Jin seemed to suddenly meet the elementary school student of the head teacher on the road, and quickly bowed and said, "I have met Mr. Tiger!"

"Um!"

Uncle Hu responded lightly and looked at Uncle Ze again. It should be said that he looked at the mushrooms and pheasants in Uncle Ze's hand, and immediately showed an old farmer-like innocent smile: "Are these two good things for me?"

Uncle Ze smiled and nodded: "It was these two guests who brought it here specially. Make a chicken stewed mushrooms for Mr. Hu."

Mr. Hu ordered: "It's great to stew mushrooms with chickens, so I'll leave them to you to make. There is also a pig head in the kitchen. Remember to deal with them together. I'll eat lunch here today, so drink a few more bowls."

Uncle Ze replied: "Uncle Hu, then I'll go to the kitchen to prepare and stir-fry some bacon and vegetables."

After saying that, I have to retreat.

"..." Du Yong and Yang Jin were both a little nervous, not knowing what to say.

Du Yong coughed twice, which meant, Uncle Ze, don’t leave, at least we have to introduce it first, just keep us here, what should we do?

Uncle Ze understood what Du Yong meant, smiled faintly, gave him a look of worry, and then stepped back.

Du Yong had no choice but to take a deep breath and stand there with his teeth on his body.

Yang Jin was a little better. He had a sack of gold. He put it down from his shoulders, placed it at his feet, and looked down.

Mr. Hu raised his hand and said lightly: "Please sit down, two little brothers, don't be polite, just sit down."

Du Yong and Yang Jin waved their hands at the same time: "Mr. Hu, just stand."

Uncle Hu saw the tension between the two, pulled a bench over, and chuckled, "Don't be nervous, although the little old man is called Master Hu, he is not a real tiger and can't eat people."

Du Yong and Yang Jin had no choice but to sit down, and they didn't dare to confirm, so they just got involved.

To be honest, Du Yong would not be so reserved in front of Wang Mukun.

Yang Jin was thinking in his heart that this uncle Hu might really be a top master. Otherwise, with his age in his 80s, how could he have a face in his fifties, and his every move is full of style, making people afraid to act rashly.

"Brother Du Yong, brother Yang Jin, right?"

Uncle Hu pulled another stool and sat diagonally opposite Du Yong and Yang Jin, asking questions casually.

Du Yong tried hard to calm his mind and asked curiously: "Mr. Hu, this is our first meeting. You haven't heard Uncle Ze's introduction just now. How did you know the identities of us? Did Zhang Yi once described our appearance to you now?"

Mr. Hu shook his head and grinned: "Because of the battle on the slope that night, the old man was watching from the side. You two kids are indeed very good, and they rushed into the enemy formation without hesitation. If you hadn't disrupted the rhythm of those crazy players, it would be hard to say."

Du Yong and Yang Jin were shocked. Mr. Hu knew so clearly. He didn't know where he was hiding in to watch at that time, and he didn't even notice Qu Yixiong.

Yang Jin racked his brains and couldn't think of a person like Mr. Hu in the world. He complimented: "Mr. Hu, you are indeed a master. I admire you very much!"

Mr. Hu waved his hand modestly, and did not deny it.

Du Yong affirmed his master's identity and sighed: "Mr. Hu, why do you love me so wrongly?"

Mr. Hu raised his eyebrows and asked with interest: "Why do you say that?"

Du Yong sighed: "Even Uncle Ze can't tell whether you can do martial arts, but you told us without hesitation, isn't this wrong love? "

Mr. Hu shook his head and did not follow the topic. After a while of silence, he suddenly asked, "Did you catch Weishan?"

Du Yong and Yang Jin immediately felt a great pressure and almost couldn't breathe. Uncle Hu did not dissipate his true energy, but his aura was really something that ordinary people could resist.

The two also felt that Mr. Hu knew the trip to Pingzhou very well.

"yes!"

Du Yong nodded, with no fear on his face and said in a deep voice: "It was me hiding in the grass that sneak attacked him, which led to him being captured alive. Even if I don't have the skin of Dali Temple, I will still mess with him when I touch him because he is not a good person."

Mr. Hu said lightly: "Is there any evidence that he was a bad person before you arrested him?"

"have!"

Du Yong was very sure and explained: "He has a house in the south of the capital city, and many bandits held gatherings in his house. As the owner of the house, he was the suspect according to the rules, and it was necessary to arrest him and ask questions."

Mr. Hu laughed and said, "Since he is a bad person, why are you still making a deal with him?"

Du Yong continued to explain: "Because he proposed that as long as he made a deal with me, he would explain all the problems. This matter was allowed by Qu Shaoqing. It was just to give him gold, which was not a big deal, let alone I could still get 50%."

Yang Jin put the sack in the middle, opened it, and returned to the stool to prepare it.

Looking at the yellow-collar gold ingot, Mr. Hu's expression did not change at all, and he said lightly: "Don't you care about the origin of gold?"

Yang Jin had asked this question before, and Du Yong was still the same answer: "What else can I do if I have dug out of the field? At worst, I can donate some to support the court in war or suppress bandits, or compensate fishermen like Zhuangyu Lake."

Uncle Hu smiled and stopped gathering Wei Shan.

Du Yong suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was righteous just now, he was actually very nervous.

Judging from Mr. Hu's appearance, he should not know the real deal between Du Yong and Wei Shan. Du Yong is not ready to give it an initiative, but if Mr. Hu asks about it, he can only explain it truthfully, because he can't lie.

Mr. Hu stood up, lifted the golden sack and weighed it, and asked casually: "If it weren't for a coincidence, would you two not come to Zhangjiazhuang?"

Yang Jin replied: "I will come, because if Zhang Yi has not returned yet, we will definitely come to Pingzhou to find him."

Finally, he started another topic and Du Yong took the opportunity to ask: "Uncle Hu, what's going on with Zhang Yi's family?"

Uncle Hu sat down again, recalled for a while, and sighed: "To be honest, I have to blame me for being careless."

Du Yong and Yang Jin did not interrupt and waited silently for the following text.

Mr. Hu said lightly: "I remember after Zhang Yi came back, I talked to him and asked him how he lived in the capital. He said Mr. Du was very good and Brother Yang was also very good. He didn't treat him as a current person. He had a lot of wages and didn't have much work, and so on. But his mood was very low. I asked him what happened. He said it was okay. I didn't care too much at the time and thought he was tired."

He paused and sighed: "How could something happen on the third night? The family of five died on the mountain. The scene was terrible. People in the village guessed that Zhang Yi should have stole some treasures from his employer's house, or maybe he had made some taboos, so he was killed. Everyone was indignant and scolded that the people in the city were not good people. Even if Zhang Yi made a mistake, he should not have killed the whole family."

Hearing this, Du Yong sighed: "No wonder the people in the village don't like us."

Mr. Hu added: "In the past, people in the village and people in the city were often cheated and accumulated a lot of resentment. Zhang Yi's affairs were a hot spot."

Yang Jin asked: "Uncle Hu, how did the government handle this massacre of the family?"

Mr. Hu smiled bitterly: "The government attaches great importance to it. He sent a team of constables to investigate, but no clues were found. There are many unsolved cases in Pingzhou in recent years, especially in the southern suburbs. I guess it will be insolvent in the future."

It's left alone.

It seems that the situation in Pingzhou is really hard to describe.

Du Yong asked, "Then have you and Uncle Ze found any clues?"

Mr. Hu replied: "We saw the corpse and they were killed with one knife. The quick knife should be a single person, and their strength is about about the third level of the tower."

Yang Jin frowned. Although it was two good clues, the range was very large. He looked at Du Yong: "What do you think?"

Du Yong snorted coldly: "It's nothing more than the three gangs of Fire Wolf Gang, Poison Scorpion Gang, and the King Kong Sect, and Ruan Peng and Pei Huo Sect, there is no one else who can take action. The King Kong Sect's martial arts are power-based, so no one should use a quick knife, so it can be ruled out for the time being. Ruan Peng can't take care of himself, and he doesn't have such a strong master under his command, so he can also rule out. I think in this way, catch a senior member of the Fire Wolf Gang and torture it severely. If necessary, you can go to Youmang Mountain to collect big ants and collect silver nematodes. I don't believe in insect ants, and he dares not to attack."

Yang Jin nodded: "It's best if you have any ideas. Don't we have a clue? Boss Liu from the Hei City, Chuanning County, is doing jade business."

Du Yong said no: "Qu Shaoqing asked us to return to the capital by ourselves, so we just took a little longer and went directly to Chuanning County to find the one named Liu, his grandmother. I will definitely catch the fire wolf from the fire, and calculate the new and old hatreds together."

Yang Jin said fiercely: "Not only should I catch them off guard, but I also have to expose some of their strongholds."

Mr. Hu looked at Du Yong and Yang Jin who were shouting and killing, and felt a sense of passion in his heart, but he was more concerned about another question: "Do you also know the Vajra Sect?"

Du Yong was stunned: "Mr. Hu, don't you know that Weishan is from the King Kong Sect!"

"What happened?"

Mr. Hu obviously didn't expect it and sighed: "I thought he was just an ordinary gangster."

Yang Jin echoed: "Weishan's old ruffian style really makes people unexpectedly come from the evil sect."

Du Yong said in a deep voice: "Although Wei Shan did not explain his experience in joining the sect in detail, I always feel that he was halfway through the sect."
To be continued...