The blind man sat heavily on the sofa, and his big round face, which was originally excited and red, instantly turned pale. Master Mu San is not a little famous. He is a striking figure in the French Concession. Not only the Chinese buy it, but even the French people have to greet him with a smile when they see him. It can be considered as black and white. In Huangpu, his hands and eyes are all in the sky. Since this photo is his goddaughter, it proves that the owner of the wallet is probably related to Master Mu San. If he annoys Master Mu, he is afraid that he will find the thief three feet into the entire concession.

"You mean... Mu Sanshou..." The blind man's voice trembled a little.

Luo Lie nodded.

"How could you recognize it? Just rely on a photo?" The blind man immediately thought that Luo Lie was probably playing a prank and deliberately intimidating himself, which was also the kid's usual method.

Luo Lie grabbed the Pujiang Daily on the table and threw it at him: "Open your eyes wide and take a closer look. The newspapers and front page headlines in the past week are all articles that Mr. Mu San praised Ye Qinghong, and most of them are accompanied by photos. Unless they are blind, who will not recognize them?"

The blind man cried and picked up the newspaper on the ground. He saw the front page photos at a glance. Ye Qinghong in the newspaper was beautiful and charming, charming, and more charming than in the photos, but the blind man dared not imagine it.

Luo Lie said: "But you don't have to be afraid. There is not much money in your wallet and there is no important thing. Such a small thing should not alarm Mr. Mu San." He patted the blind man's broad shoulders: "Don't worry, it will be calm if you hide for two days."

The blind man's expression was not calmed down by Luo Lie's comfort, but instead became more and more frightened.

Luo Lie Superman's first-class insight immediately discovered the problem. He frowned: "What? Is there anything else to hide from me?"

The blind man shook his head firmly, but his flashing eyes could not deceive others.

Luo Lie stood up and walked towards him, pulling his collar. The place where he fell down felt a little hard. He pulled open the blind man's collar and held the red rope to pull out a golden pendant from it. It is not uncommon to use gold as pendants. The most common ones are various protective Buddhas and zodiac signs. Luo Lie has never seen such an object in front of him. It is five centimeters long and the bottom is as thick as a thumb. Then it shrinks spiral in front of him, and the top narrows to a point, which looks like a spear tip and a spiral-shaped spear tip. Carefully identify the direction of the spiral curve. There are also sesame-sized words engraved above, because the words are too small, and Luo Lie's eyesight can't see clearly. He spread his hands and signaled the blind man to hand the pendant to him.

The blind man dared not go against his intentions, but he was a little unwilling to accept it and muttered, "Like shit, you are interested." He untied the pendant and stuffed it heavily into Luo Lie's palm. Luo Lie weighed it in his hand. The pendant weighed about two taels, no wonder the blind man was so reluctant to leave.

Open the drawer, take out the magnifying glass, and place the pendant under the magnifying glass. The text above can be recognized as Manchu by magnifying. Luo Lie has some research on Manchu and soon realized that this is from a passage from the Tao Te Ching - the best is like water, water is good at benefiting all things without fighting, which is the virtue of humility. Therefore, the reason why rivers and seas can be kings of all valleys, because they are good at lowering, they can be kings of hundreds of valleys. No one in the world is softer than water, and no one can defeat strong people, which is gentleness; therefore, softness overcomes hardness, and weak overcomes strongness. Because of nothingness, they can enter between nothingness. From this we can see that the teaching of indecision is beneficial to inaction.

There is nothing strange about this passage except in Manchu. However, Luo Lie still sees some clues from the arrangement and distribution of the text. In the spiral, in addition to the text, there are also pits of different sizes. Luo Lie reversed the bottom and had a small seal engraved on the bottom. Prince Rui seal. Luo Lie secretly took a breath of air conditioning. Prince Rui, was it Prince Rui Yixun who was assassinated on the sea on his way back from the United States seven years ago? Needless to ask, the owner of this pendant has probably had something to do with the royal family of the Qing Dynasty. Although the dynasty has changed now, the remaining forces of the Qing Dynasty are still mixed, and the blind man undoubtedly caused a big and small trouble.

The blind man came up curiously, and in his eyes, it was just a piece of yellow Cancan: "What is it written on it?"

Luo Lie said: "Shit!"

"Give it to me, don't dirty your Pastor Luo's hands!"

Luo Lie narrowed his eyes and said, "Blind, please honestly explain clearly, where did this thing stolen?"

The blind man squirted his lips: "A white and fat profiteer!"

Luo Lie twisted the pendant and threw it into the air, then held it lightly, and whispered: "You may be in trouble."

The blind man forced himself to calmly smiled and said, "No, at most, you can melt this thing and turn it into a golden ingot to take action."

Luo Lie sneered: "Your eyes are decorations, this is just a key. Prince Rui advocated reforms and was valued by the Queen Mother. He gave him a lot of money. Shortly after being assassinated, he was suddenly reported to be corrupt. The Queen Mother personally issued an order to investigate the prince's mansion. The entire prince's mansion was searched, but in the end, no silver was found. Prince Feng Chuanrui kept his property in his secret vault during his lifetime."

The blind man opened his mouth wide: "You mean this thing may be the key to Prince Rui's secret vault." His little eyes could no longer hide his greedy gaze.

"What God knows?"

The blind man held Luo Lie's arm excitedly: "Brother, don't that mean that as long as we find Prince Rui's secret vault, we can eat, drink and enjoy it all our lives?"

Luo Lie's deep eyes stared at his excited and red fat face: "You may have been exposed if you are greedy and inadequate."

The blind man swallowed: "I'm dressing up, no one knows me! Brother, we are developed..."

Luo Lie raised his index finger in front of his lips and sweared, and footsteps sounded from far to near outside. He heard someone knocking on the door gently outside the door: "Pastor Luo, your letter!"

Luo Lie didn't say anything. After all, the blind man was still in the room. Not long after, he saw a yellow kraft envelope stuffed into the gap under the door. After the postman left, Luo Lie walked over and picked up the letter. He looked at the address on it from Fengtian, Manchuria. He couldn't help but feel a little strange. He seemed to have no relatives and friends in Fengtian.

Mu Sanshou's life is very regular every day. He got up early in the morning and took his beloved thrush for a walk in Pujiang. At 8:30, he usually went to Chunxi Teahouse for morning tea. The old man looked majestic but kind. He would smile at him, whether he was a dignitary or a peddler. However, no one in the French Concession would question his strength, and no one dared to challenge his authority. Even the noble French consul faced him, he would respectfully call him "Third Master", let alone those fierce and fierce characters who ran around the world.

During this period, the teahouse will always leave the best position near the window of Linjiang. The red sandalwood table is polished brightly and visible. There is only one carved Taishi chair with the same wood, facing east and west. Outside the window on the left is the endless Pujiang River. Mr. Mu slung the bird cage on the rosewood carving stand beside him. Listening to the pleasant cries of the eyebrows, looking at the large and small boats passing by the Pujiang River, tasting the best frozen oolong tea, and tasting the various refreshments carefully prepared by the chef, detaching from the object and enjoying themselves.

At this time, few people dare to come over to disturb Mr. Mu San’s purity.

There are very few times when a person can truly be purified in his life, especially for a man in the martial arts world. He is in the heart of the martial arts world and can see the freedom of others. Who can truly understand the pain of others? Mu Sanshou's eyes fell on the flags of the boats in the middle of the river, colorful and beautiful, but in his eyes, it hurts in his heart. Sometimes, he would rather be floating in front of him the Qing dragon flag that has been abandoned by the times.

"San Master!" A sharp and cautious voice sounded in his ears. Mu Sanshou frowned. No matter who came, he didn't like being disturbed at this time.

Mu Sanshou didn't speak, and he didn't even look at the person around him. He drew dry tobacco from his waist. The cigarette mouth of Hetian mutton fat jade was taken from the first-class Hotan seed material. It was warm and delicate like fat. It left a yellow seed skin where it touched the lips. The smoke and fire did not affect the texture of this beautiful jade, but instead made the yellow more delicate and the white more delicate. The brass smoke pot was carved surrounded by two dragons, with exquisite carvings, and it was from a famous royal craftsman of the Qing Dynasty.

The craftsman Zhou Mengqi and the small Nanzhu cigarette pole have been burnt buttery and shiny for many years. The purple-red patina actually presents a texture similar to red jade. The seemingly ordinary cigarette pole also has its own unique features. The nanzhu about two feet long is engraved with a complete set of Diamond Sutra on the cigarette pole that is as thick as a thumb. It is the work of Xun Baoshi, the first person in the micro-carving of Gusu. Both of them died, and their works naturally doubled. Even the brocade tobacco pipes used to hold tobacco leaves are the work of the top embroiderer of Gusu.

Mu Sanshou calmly put tobacco into the tobacco pot, and the middle-aged fat man wearing a melon-skin hat came up and sniffed! He skillfully lit the tobacco for Mu Sanshou, and then bowed down very respectfully, smiling and flattering.

Mu Sanshou took a sip and the tobacco turned red. Then a large amount of white smoke surged out of his mouth and nose. The smoke made his firm facial contour blurry, and his deep eyes became more and more unpredictable.

The middle-aged man next to him finally couldn't help but the strong smell of smoke, and twisted his white and fat face to the side. Orchid twisted his handkerchief and covered his mouth and coughed quietly, and his shoulders trembled, looking like a wronged little girl.

Mu Sanshou's brows spread out as the smoke spread, and slowly spit out a word: "Speak!"

The fat white man's eyes were a little red with smoke. He wiped the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief, quickly patted his chest with his left hand, and pinched out a very aggrieved face: "San Master, you have to make the decision for the slave."
Chapter completed!