Yang Zhao lay quietly on the cool floor, and the mechanism was exhausted. The county seat yamen did not send people to investigate and examine the autopsy until the third pole of the day.

Don't blame people for procrastinating, the shopkeeper in the club sent someone to beat the drum in the middle of the night last night to report the case. The official was dragged out of the bedding in the middle of the night, and a group of people scolded and copied the guy and went to the scene with the report to express their grievances.

However, when I arrived at the place, more than a dozen people immediately looked at each other: what kind of troublemakers were in front of them, when did these big Buddhas come in the county, I am afraid that all of them will not be able to withstand a finger of others.

The yacha are all good at seeing the wind and rudder, and if they are not careful, they will offend the gods and lose their lives, two or three began to pretend to be deaf and dumb, ignoring the intensifying fighting upstairs, and finally the anger in the stomach was sprinkled on the innocent messenger and walked away.

Fortunately, it is freezing now, and the corpse is not rotting and stinking, but even so, Bai Luofeng still has no time to take care of the turmoil in the city, and has long carried Cui Renzhu to the store to ask for longevity materials.

The shop was still gloomy, and the moment I stepped into the threshold was a little colder.

"Did you hear that someone died at an inn in the city last night?" the old man kept purging his wrinkled lips and breaking open one piece after another of fallen peanuts, his old teeth creaking and scratching people's heartstrings.

"I just live there. Bai Luofeng's eyes were completely attracted by the coffin board in front of him, and his mind kept estimating whether it was enough for Cui Renzhu to lie down.

"I'll tell you, old man. The old man tossed a peanut seed very neatly and caught it with his mouth, "This human life is the same as a few copper candles, and it will be gone if a gust of wind blows any day." People will win the day to say this, but my store has been open for several generations, and one by one it has not been carried in honestly in the end, no matter how capable you are, Lord Yama will burp when he sees that you are not pleasing to the eye. ”

Bai Luofeng coped with the old man's nagging, and his nose vaguely caught the familiar smell again: "The shopkeeper sees it quite thoroughly." ”

The old man grinned when he was praised, and became even more pretentious: "I am not as good as a third-rate operator on the road to see the life of a living person, but when it comes to dead people, I am afraid that even if I am a half-immortal, I have to call me Master." ”

Bai Luofeng was aroused by interest, and asked curiously: "Oh, the shopkeeper still understands the art of metaphysics?"

"Of course!" the old man patted the peanut dander on his palm, pointed to the young man's forehead and said solemnly, "I see that your face is pale now, and Yintang is black......

Bai Luofeng smiled lightly: "The shopkeeper also copied the common sayings I heard everywhere." ”

"Phew! In the same sentence, can a person who does not know how to say it mean the same thing as a person who knows how to say it?" The old man was swept away, and his neck stretched out to be as long as the gray goose in the countryside, "When the old man touched the dead man, your boy was not yet out of the womb! There is a loss of yang energy, and the dead qi can't be seen, but it is the rice bowl of the ancestors of the eight generations. ”

Bai Luofeng put away his original contempt and expressed his sincere praise: "The shopkeeper really has extraordinary qualifications, but I don't know Mount Tai anymore." ”

"That's!" The old man saw that he had surrendered to the person who was not convinced, his tone changed sharply, and his eyes were obsessively attached to the back of Bai Luofeng's hand, "Boy, the old man's eyes are still bright, the cocoon on your hand is different from the cocoon on the hand of a craftsman, the thicker your cocoon is, the easier it is to lose your life." ”

Bai Luofeng's hand touching the face of the coffin suddenly stopped, and the smooth tung oil outside the wooden board licked his palm and felt a little warm, and after a long time, he smiled coldly: "Home, it's not easy to get." ”

The old man didn't seem to notice the young man's loss, and snorted while clasping the residue between his teeth: "You kid is a bit human, isn't it a matter of being able to capture a little lady?"

Bai Luofeng shook his head and said, "After all, it's better to wait for what you robbed." ”

The old man was suddenly silent, stared at the young man for a moment, and sighed leisurely: "You can't wait for anything, why wait for things that can't wait?"

"In fact, after getting used to it, it is easy to feel that it is a happy thing that someone is worth waiting for. Bai Luofeng's eyes are like waves of wheat in the autumn harvest, "It's not easy to remember a person, but as long as you look at her a few more times, there will always be a rough idea." But it's really hard to forget someone, and the more you tell yourself to forget, the easier it is to remember her more deeply. Because if a person wants to forget another person, he will never remind himself to try to forget. ”

"What's more......" Bai Luofeng stared at the old man deeply, but other people's figures were reflected in his eyes, "What I remember is a woman who doesn't want to forget." ”

The old shopkeeper suddenly blossomed, and cheerfully took out a pot of hot tea, poured it into his mouth, as if pouring the whole brain into the mouth, and pressed down the teapot to wipe his mouth and said: "Hey, the kid is an infatuated species, and I am afraid that he can be a romantic ghost for a lifetime." ”

"The shopkeeper knows that there is such a woman in the world, even if she accidentally glances at it, you will tremble so much that you can't hold the sword you use to save your life. ”

"There is still a charming beauty in the world, it seems that the little old man has seen too little. ”

Bai Luofeng saw that the old man didn't understand what he meant, so he reluctantly turned around and re-touched the edge of Shoucai, which had been touched many times, and his hand movements were more careful: "There is only one person in my eyes, I only think she is the best-looking, how can I see other beautiful things." ”

The old man finally remained silent, quietly waiting for Bai Luofeng to safely put the body into the coffin, Jian Qianshou lay quietly inside, his hair and temples were not a little messy, and his whole body was still as clean and tidy as before his death, even if he was a person with fine eyes, he couldn't see that this was a person who lived by a sword.

Bai Luofeng took out a silver ingot from his arms and pushed it in front of the old craftsman: "I want to ask the shopkeeper for something." ”

The old man stared at the white flowers, his eyes were directly attached to it, and he couldn't wait to immediately hold it in the palm of his hand and lick it back and forth: "You say, as long as it doesn't bother too much, do it."

"The man who lies there is my benefactor, and unfortunately he died here. In fact, I should have sent him back to his homeland, but he really had important things to do, and it was difficult to get out. Bai Luofeng saw the old man's head suddenly raised, and hurriedly explained: "Of course, it's not that there is no need to trouble the shopkeeper to take care of the aftermath, but I am not familiar with this place, and it is difficult to find someone willing to escort him home for a while." Besides, I'm leaving today, so I'd like to ask you to ......"

"No, no, no. The old man refused without any hesitation: "Sending the corpse is an unlucky thing, and now it is winter, the small county is located in a remote wilderness, not to mention the cold weather along the way, and if you are unlucky, you will encounter bandits who rob the road in winter......"

"As long as the shopkeeper is willing to agree to this reluctant request, the reward will be satisfactory to you. Bai Luofeng clapped his hand on the table, and when he raised it, there was a thin ticket.

The old man's words immediately stuck in his throat, and he tried his best to swallow the second half back into his stomach, with a hesitant expression: "This...... It's hard to find people for a while...... I'm afraid that your coffin will not be good for business in my shop......"

Bai Luofeng pressed another silver ticket, and the old man's expression of pain instantly became like a spring breeze with the amount above, and he put them all into his clothes in the blink of an eye, and couldn't wait to agree: "Everything is easy to say." ”

"Then there's Shopkeeper Lao. Bai Luofeng handed over a note, "Inside is the place to be sent." ”

The old man took it in one fell swoop, and the beads in his eyes flashed with a cunning light: "Speaking of which, boy, why do you believe that the old man will be honest with you, maybe you will find someone to leave him in the back mountain to feed the wolf as soon as you leave on the back foot." ”

"Because no one would lie to anyone who would ask such a straightforward question. The corners of Bai Luofeng's mouth raised slightly, "And the smell of wine on the old shopkeeper makes me feel very relieved." ”

The old man forgot to close his mouth in shock, Bai Luofeng withdrew his hand and thanked him in the way of a Jianghu person: "No one would be so sloppy as to abandon the Baihua Brew in Wanhua Valley on the side of the road, and it happened to be picked up by an ordinary drunken old man in a small place in the border city. ”

"I don't know who my predecessors are, but the people who are qualified to drink Baihua Brew are all friends of Nalan Zhifeng, and Nalan Zhifeng's friends are my friends of Bai Luofeng. For friends, Bai Luofeng will not worry about putting a thousand taels of gold on him temporarily. ”

Bai Luofeng bowed deeply, and finally pushed the door away decisively: "The matter of the Thousand Swordsmen is entrusted to the seniors!"

The old man watched Bai Luofeng's back buried in the world outside the door, took out the wine gourd from his waist with a wry smile, pointed at it and muttered to himself: "It's all your fault for being bad with me, and I will never touch it again...... Never touch it again......"

With that, he raised his whiskers and took another big bite obsessively.

Perhaps it was because the Baihua Brew was really intoxicating, and the old man's shrewd gaze gradually became blurred. He slumped on the ground with one foot, stepped on the chair with one foot, leaned lazily on the edge of the table and raised the wine gourd and laughed: "Heh! People say that red faces are full of disasters, but no one knows that red faces make heroes." ”