The sky cleared and the morning breeze was cool. Two horse riders rushed from the west. To the south was a literati who looked weak, and to the north was a boy in silk clothes. Due to the long journey, his body was covered with opium, but he was not tired. Naturally, Sima Yuan and Zhu Qingsheng were both.

Zhu Qingsheng grabbed the reins and whispered loudly: "Master, why did you let Zhong Shuidan take away the three black iron plum blossoms? They all have human faces and look weird, and you can see a sense of anger."

Sima Yuanji said in a deep voice: "Although the three black iron plum blossoms look strange, they have many good players in the palace, and the Zhong family, the imperial seal, is in charge, so there will be no trouble. Moreover, Zhong Shuidan took the order from his superiors and asked him to take it away, which would save him from his worries."

Zhu Qingsheng remembered the rush of Zhong Shuidan leading everyone away in the morning, and couldn't help but ask: "Master, do you think Zhong Shuidan will come back? If he wants to come back, he will be very close to the red-clothed evil spirit, and he will be more dangerous."

Sima Yuanji said: "He will come back. No matter how difficult it is, he will come back. After all, there is not much time left for him. If he doesn't work hard these two days, he will probably be snatched by the evil ghost. He will die all the time. According to his personality, he will definitely not escape."

The two horses were moving faster and faster, and they had already left Wuning County for a hundred miles.

Zhu Qingsheng said: "Master, Zhong Shuidan showed you the three black iron plum blossoms last night. Did you see anything? I think something is wrong."

Sima Yuanji pondered for a moment before saying slowly: "The strange human faces of the three black iron plum blossoms do not look artificially made, but rather, they seem to be infected by resentment or evil spirits for a long time, and over time, they gradually change."

Zhu Qingsheng said: "Master, when I was in that town, I also met Sanzhi. The Taoist Song and Cypress told me that it was used to suppress the wronged souls. Although he had deceived me, this matter was finally not hidden. According to Master, you said, are there any resentment under the black iron plum blossom on the face?"

Sima Yuanji sighed and said, "It's hard to say. Since that small island has turned into a sea of ​​fire and there is nothing to find, my teacher thinks that since there is a red veil and emerald green bracelet buried under these three black iron plum blossoms, these two things for women may be related to the bride Lou Huixin who disappeared seven years ago. We will find out this matter much easier."

Zhu Qingsheng asked, "Master, then should we investigate this case seven years ago first?"

Sima Yuanji said: "Yes, this matter also includes a man in black and the lives of 436 people in Lou Family Ji. How can I let it go?"

Zhu Qingsheng couldn't help but feel scared when he remembered this incident. What kind of murderer was that he could have cruelly killed so many people and why did he harm so many people?

The master and apprentice were speechless along the way, thinking about the murders of Jiujiang City and Lou Jiaji. They felt that the opponent was too mysterious. In addition to being ruthless, they were also good at hiding whereabouts. Until now, there was only a piece of blue cloth in Lu Hai's hand, and the silver needle that killed people without blood obtained from Lu Jian, who had nothing but killed people.

The master and apprentice worked without stopping, and arrived in Jiujiang City in half a day. Looking at the heavy and vicissitudes of Jiujiang City, Sima Yuanji suddenly stopped at the fork in the road.

Zhu Qingsheng said strangely: "Master, why don't we leave quickly?"

Sima Yuanji looked up at the endless void and sighed: "I have always been worried about Loujiaji, so I decided to go to Loujiaji first."

Zhu Qingsheng said, "Okay, Master, let's go."

Sima Yuanji waved his hand and said, "I'll just go alone this time. Qing'er, you have something else to do."

When Zhu Qingsheng heard the master's orders, he was immediately excited: "Master, what do you want me to do? I will definitely do it."

Sima Yuanji said: "Do you remember the begging old man who lost an arm that you said that night? Go and find him first. If it is really the old man who disappeared from the wedding party, it will be much easier."

Zhu Qingsheng remembered Zhao Yuangui, who played the suona in the wedding party. According to what Lu Jian said, he did not see his body at the bottom of the river. Maybe he might still live in the world. If he found him, the incident that happened back then would be clearer. He immediately replied: "Yes, Master, I will definitely find him."

Sima Yuanji touched Zhu Qingsheng's hair and sighed softly: "Remember, no matter whether you find it or not, we will gather in the City God Temple tonight. Don't be impulsive when encountering things. You still have a white jade ruler."

Zhu Qingsheng nodded and said, "Don't worry, Master, I will definitely find it."

Sima Yuanji sighed and said, "Master is breaking up with you here, be careful." After saying that, he ran along the road to the north, with the goal of Lou Jiaji, which turned into ruins in the distance.

Zhu Qingsheng watched his master go further and further away, until he gradually couldn't see the figure clearly, so he rode into Jiujiang City.

It is approaching noon, and many people have dispersed in the morning market. On the sparse streets, shops are packing tables, chairs and benches. Zhu Qingsheng walked on the street with his horse and asked everyone if he saw an old man whose left arm could not move, but after asking more than a dozen questions, he said he didn't see it.

I asked one by one, and the pedestrians on the way also asked a lot, but there was no news about the old man. I had some impression of it. They all said that they hadn't seen each other for several days and probably wouldn't be here anymore.

Seeing that the morning market street was about to get out of halfway, Zhu Qingsheng became more and more depressed. Could it be that the beggar's old man is really not here?

Zhu Qingsheng came all the way in the morning and was already hungry. Seeing that there were a few thin oil cakes in a shop, he simply bought a few and asked about the whereabouts of the old man while eating.

Suddenly someone pulled him behind him. Zhu Qingsheng turned around and turned out to be an eight or nine-year-old child, skinny, dirt-faced, torn clothes, and dirty body. The child glanced at the oil cake in Zhu Qingsheng's mouth, swallowed, but did not dare to say it.

It turned out to be a little beggar.

Zhu Qingsheng felt sad and suddenly remembered that Mei Shidao was in trouble. He didn't know how he was now. Seeing this little beggar seemed to be looking forward to it and looked at him in fear, Zhu Qingsheng said softly: "Little brother, do you want this oil cake?"

The little beggar nodded subconsciously, but then shook his head, but his expression was still nervous and fearful.

Zhu Qingsheng was surprised. What did it mean to nod and shake his head? He continued to ask softly: "Little brother, since you are not doing this for this, do you have anything else?"

The little beggar's face was nervous and he didn't dare to say it. Zhu Qingsheng said it several times, and every time he wanted to leave, the little beggar would hold him back.

After a long time, the little beggar saw that Zhu Qingsheng was really impatient and nervous for a while, then opened his tender voice and said, "I know where is the old man you are looking for? Is it the one that can't be used with one arm?"

"What!" Zhu Qingsheng was suddenly surprised.
Chapter completed!