Chapter 23

The Tibetan style was brought back by Xiao Yi.

In Xiao Yi's words, it was when he was chasing someone who was suspected of Qin Shan's subordinates, when he encountered a Tibetan wind that was unconsciously drifting along the river bank, that brought him back.

"That's what Xiao Yi said?"

Inside the room, Qin Shan and Liu Han sat opposite each other, and everyone else was invited out, leaving only the brothers.

"For the specific news, I have to wait for my people to continue to inquire, but it is true at present." Liu Han said, "The people from Wuminggu have been silently missing for three months. The second disciple Tibetan wind suddenly appeared. It caused some riots. Maybe when he wakes up, Wuminggu's secret can be solved."

Qin Shan disagrees, "What will Xiao Yi do afterwards?"

"He sent people to inform Wudang Shaolin and the heads of various major sects, and asked seniors to send disciples to discuss this matter."

Qin Shan frowned when Liu Han said this.

At this critical juncture, Xiao Yi dared to call these people, wouldn't he be afraid of being caught by himself and continue to kill these people? Still, there are any secrets that make him feel confident.

"It is said that there is a secret book in the Shaolin Buddhist Scripture Pavilion with a prescription that can cure hundreds of poisons. Xiao Yi also sent someone to contact them for this," Liu Han said.

This is no wonder, right now, Xiaoyi and the others have not succeeded in capturing Qin Shan. Seeing that the one-month period for the death of life Gu is approaching, this group of people must of course seek other solutions.

"But brother, does Shaolin really have such secrets? Why don't they spread them out? Even though the news is conclusive, how did Xiao Yi learn about it?" Liu Han said, "I always feel weird about these things, but I can't tell why. Brother can't tell me who attacked you in Wuming Valley that night?"

Qin Shan frowned unhappily, "This is not something you have to consider, you—" He glanced at Liu Han, and originally wanted to tell this cheap junior brother that you can leave. However, seeing the semi-transparent female skirt worn by the lord, with the rouge on most of his cheeks smeared on his face, I suddenly felt that letting this person out in the middle of the night was not only unsightly, but it was also impossible to cause panic.

"Your demons don't have a place to stay here?" Qin Shan changed his euphemism.

Liu Han looked aggrieved, "In recent years we have rarely been out walking around, and our strongholds in various parts of the south of the Yangtze River have been withdrawn. If it were not for the brothers, I would not have come here all the way and be seen by people .Senior brother still chasing me away?"

Did he say that? Qin Shan touched his conscience, feeling a little guilty, and said: "Then you say to Uncle Bai, then stop."

Liu Hanxi smiled, said goodbye to Qin Shan, and went out to look for the Baimei guest. But before he had waited long, Qin Shan heard a scream from outside.

"Ahhh! You, you a disciple, why are you still wearing a woman's dress?"

Then it was Liu Han's voice, "Deng the disciple? The person who rushed into my arms just now was you, and in the middle of the night, what did you run into my brother's room?"

"You, you are shameless!"

There was chaos, outside the door, Liu Han somehow collided with Bai Lian, and there was an accident. Qin Shan was thinking about whether to go out to mediate, and the white eyebrows heard a tired voice.

"Enough, Shaner is still resting, don't bother him."

When this sentence was said, everyone was silent for an instant.

Hearing that there was no more movement outside, Qin Shan blew out the candles in the house, sat down in front of the window, and waited for a while before speaking for a while.

"Are you not coming down yet?"

One person on the eaves turned over, and it was Xi Chenshui.

"Yeah, I thought you were talking with your younger brother and you were enthusiastic, forgetting that I was still hiding on it."

Qin Shan didn't bother to pay attention to him, but ordered another thing, "I told you just now about Qi Ruowang, don't let others know."

Xi Chenshui was taken aback and sat down with a stool.

"Then when Liu Han came just now, you told me to hide it for this?" He rolled his eyes and said, "Are you even on his guard?"

"I don't let Liu Han see you because I don't want him to know that you are with me tonight." Qin Shan did not answer, but said, "I need you to continue to pretend to be Qi Ruowang."

"Why? I said, Qin Shan, don't want to fool me. You gave me a useless flute last time. I haven't asked you to settle this matter." Xi Chenshui tilted his legs, "If you want to use Grandpa At the very least, you have to tell Grandpa what you are playing? What are the benefits of pretending to be Qi Ruowang?"

"Xiao Yi has a lot of doubts, and I don't believe all this is a coincidence." Qin Shan said, "I want you to continue to pretend to be Qi Ruowang, just to find a chance to approach him."

"Just for this?" Xi Chenshui dug his nostrils, "It has nothing to do with me. Xiaoye is not your Qin Weitang person, and I don't care if you change your surname in this world. Just this explanation lets me mix up with you. , The portion is not enough."

"Of course there is one more point." Qin Shan narrowed his eyes, "I want Xiao Yi to repay the pain Qi Ruowang suffered, and this needs your help."

"Okay!" Xi Chenshui slapped the table and said bluntly: "Just for this, I will help you! I don't like Xiao Yi's wicked goods to do! Let me tell you, how do you want to retaliate against him? Will his martial arts be a waste, or will he ruin him?"

Qin Shan smiled slightly when he heard the words.

"You... want him to pay for his life?" Xi Chenshui asked.

"Paying for life?" Qin Shan shook his head, "If Xiao Yi values ​​his life most, of course I will let him pay for it, but for someone who values ​​power and desire more than life, death is not for him. The most painful thing. Everyone has something he values, and the pain must be targeted at his own good in order to prescribe the right medicine."

Xi Chenshui asked cautiously, "Then if a person does not value life, fame or other things, how can you retaliate against him?"

Qin Shan was trying to say, there is no such person in the world, but suddenly he remembered the face of a man.

He was silent for a while, and said: "Then he always has things he likes and cannot ask for. I will let him never get that."

Xi Chenshui looked at him with a non-smiling expression, and suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

No one can offend Qin Shan! He said this to himself in his heart for countless times.

"So for Xiao Yi who wants fame and fortune, you plan to let him fail, and in the end nothing will be gained, nothing?"

Xi Chenshui asked, but he heard Qin Shan leisurely say: "Do you remember the wooden flute I gave you?"

"Wooden flute? You mean the flute that was played without sound. I haven't asked you to settle the account yet!"

"It's not that there is no sound." Qin Shan has a profound meaning, "It's just that sound that most people can't hear."

In the small courtyard where the Xiao family temporarily lives in the south of the Yangtze River, there is a lake pavilion connected to the long pavilion and water pavilion. A person in the pavilion stared at the moonlight, and a subordinate trot up and bowed to the person: "Master, I am convinced that the owls that were raised flew out of the wooden cage that day."

The person standing in the pavilion clenched the railing unconsciously, and said in a low voice, "What then?"

"They flew a few times in the city and didn't settle down. It seems that the flute only blew once and there was no signal." After the reporter said this, he felt his body sink suddenly, a silent pressure Ru Qianjun pressed on him. He held his breath, let the cold sweat soak through his clothes, and did not dare to make any more noises.

Until a long time, the people in the pavilion spoke again.

"Continue to pay attention to Xiao Qun's movement and report to me whenever there is a situation."

"Yes!"

When the subordinate made a move and wanted to retire, he hesitantly asked.

"The young master developed a high fever today. When the master was away, the housekeeper called the doctor to treat him. I don't know..."

The man in Tsing Yi said coldly: "You solve this kind of thing by yourself, and you don't need to report it to me." He paused, and then said, "Is it all arranged for Tibetan wind?"

"It has been arranged."

"Pick some gifts to the Badaotang, as an apology for what happened today."

"Yes."

Seeing that the master didn't seem to mention Young Master again, the subordinate sighed quietly in his heart and quit. In front of the long pavilion of the water pavilion, the man in Tsing Yi has been standing against the moonlight, and under the moonlight, he has been carefully caressing a red string on his right hand. If someone can come closer and take a closer look, they will find that the red rope is mixed with red and brown, and it has been woven into a personal ornament.

For a long time, the Tsing Yi man lowered his head and carefully put his lips on the red rope.

A name poured out from his throat almost like a sigh, but before it could gather, it was blown away by the cold wind.