C203 cruising elder

Together with Zheng Wuxie, they went to buy some things that could be bought from other people, and after hearing that the old man liked to play with calligraphy and paintings, they worked even harder and found an antique shop to draw some antique calligraphy and paintings. Of course, the owner of the antique shop didn't have a good expression, but I was elated to the extreme.

The old man's name was Liu, and he lived in the Marquis District of Chengdu, which was not too far away from the Wu Hou Shrine. The name of the man was similar to that of Egypt, which consisted of three syllables, but in the opposite order of names to that of the Egyptians. Thus, Miao Renlong was a person with no surname. When addressing someone by their first name, they would only be able to address them by their real names and would not be able to call them by their full names, especially when addressing them to their elders.

The Marquis District, a relatively remote village. The structure of the brick house was a bit out of place with the prosperity of the Chengdu.

"It should be here." Zheng Wuxie held an address in his hand and compared it with before standing in front of a small courtyard's gate. As he spoke, he knocked on the door.

The door was ajar, and with a bit of force, it opened a crack. With a creak, Zheng Wuxie stuck his head in.

"Excuse me, is anyone here?" He asked loudly, but no one paid any attention to him, not a single sound came from the inside.

"Is anyone there?" Zheng Wuxie asked again. Just like before, there was still no one around.

"Wuxie, did you go the wrong way?" I asked Zheng Wuxie. Look at the address again. "

Zheng Wuxie looked again and again, and then said with certainty: "That's right, this is the place. Excuse me... Come in, come in. There's an old man in the courtyard, why didn't you see him earlier? " I had already slowly gotten used to Zheng Wuxie, so after hearing his words, I didn't look down on him or feel surprised. Instead, I followed behind him with a calm expression and entered the courtyard.

The yard was very clean, the porcelain floor was swept almost spotless, and there were many flowers and grasses placed around. In the middle was an undergrown tree about the height of a person, and at this time, little thumb-sized, round leaves began to appear on the tree.

The old man was lying on a deck chair in the yard. He was wearing thick clothes and holding a teapot in his hand. He was swaying beside the fragrant tree. The sun was shining on him, casting his shadow on the ground.

"Old man, may I ask if you are Old Yi?" Cautiously approaching, we realized that the old man's eyes were closed. From the moment we entered to the moment we arrived at his side, his movements hadn't changed at all. He only shook his head slowly without raising his eyes.

It was probably because I had heard Old Yi call him Elder Yi. The old man slowly opened his eyes, causing my heart to thump loudly. What kind of eyes were those? They were so dirty, as if they hid all the filth in the world.

Not only me, Zheng Wuxie was also obviously shocked by these eyes. His recovery rate was not as good as mine, and he actually showed a bit of it on his face. At this time, the old man was looking at him, and noticed that he had a strange expression.

"Which family did you come find me for, child?" He didn't know how old this Old Yi was, but his voice was filled with a sense of dejection, as if he could vanish into thin air at any moment.

Zheng Wuxie was rare and respectful, just like when he was at the Purple Tong Courtyard. Just like when he saw the Peach Blossom Nanny, he quickly adjusted his expression and slightly bowed towards the old man as he said: "Elder Yi, I am Zheng Bidong's son. It was mother who asked me to come find you."

"Zheng Batian …" The rocking chair under the old man slowly stopped. He drank a mouthful of tea, and when he opened his eyes once again, they flashed with a bright light. That kid from the Wang family, ever since your father disappeared, he didn't pay any attention to this old man, and now he wants you to find me … I'm afraid that something has happened, is she not afraid that I won't help her? "

Zheng Wuxie probably didn't know much about the matters of the previous generation, so he scratched his head in embarrassment. This did indeed learn a whole lot about Fan Cunhu's movements. " Mother said that as long as I stand here, you will definitely agree to any request. "

"Oh? You're a junior, and your mother is only a junior. Where did she get the confidence to say such words? "

The old man's fingers drummed on the arm of his chair rhythmically. He seemed to be thinking about and recalling something. The filth in his eyes gradually dissipated and was replaced with a bit of nostalgia.

"Um, Old Yi, I already said it, please don't be angry." Zheng Wuxie looked at the old man sitting on the chair, and the old man nodded his head as if there was nothing that he couldn't do. There's no need for me to get angry at a junior like you. "

"Mother said … Since I am Zheng Bikong's son, you will definitely agree to my request, even if … If I want your life, you will give it to me. " Zheng Wuxie said with caution, but the words that came out caused my eyelids to jump, these words, aren't they a little too overbearing, even if it was just for recuperation, facing a junior speaking so arrogantly, my heart would still feel uncomfortable.

However, the old man was not angry, and there was no change in his expression. Even the tapping of his fingers on the armrest of the chair remained the same, unchanging even in the slightest.

After a few seconds of silence, the atmosphere seemed to suddenly freeze. It was as if time had stopped, and the old man finally spoke. What a good 'cause you're Zheng Bikong's son, that kid from the Wang family. It's been decades and he's still so domineering. Little fellow, are you here to take this old man's life? "

Zheng Wuxie immediately laughed, this guy was the typical shameless scoundrel who would hit a snake while it was still a stick. He raised the fruit in his hand and said: "Elder Yi, you must be joking, if I wanted your life, then I wouldn't have brought a fruit gift but a knife."

The old man looked at Fan Cunhu, who was not very eye-catching, and said: "Didn't you bring the blade as well?"

Zheng Wuxie was still smiling, he said to the old man: "I brought the blade just in case, otherwise what if I run into a small dog, I have to prepare myself. That old man from China said that you have to grab both of your hands, both of your hands are going to be hard. "

From the start, I had felt that this Zheng Wuxie was definitely not simple. It's not because of his status as the Zheng Clan's Thirteen Room, but because he was able to be called a brother with the Zhou Lao Er. I know that person from the Zhou Lao Er, not just anyone can call a demonic black lotus Brother Zhou when it has eyes high up in the sky.

But previously, he only felt that Zheng Wuxie was not as simple as he appeared on the surface, but now, he actually felt that he had an unfathomable aura. He truly respected the old man, so much so that he could bluntly tell the old man that he was prepared to take his life. This was most likely Zheng Wuxie's type of courtesy. Ordinary people would not be able to learn it even if they did not have a law.

"Did your mother ever tell you that you're very similar to Zheng Bie Gong?" The corners of the old man's mouth curled into a smile, but within this smile seemed to hide many unknown stories of bitterness.

Zheng Wuxie shook his head and said to Fan Cunhu: "Cun Hu, find a few chairs here." He then looked at Old Man Shan and said, "Mother didn't tell me this. She often said that Big Brother was very similar to father. Regardless of whether it is my personality or the calm personality, I am much more like a father to you than him. "

The old man shook his head and said, "Calm down …" "That's not the way your Zheng Family does things. Even if one or two of them appear, it's not the way Zheng Bidong does things." With that, Old Man Shan changed the subject of his words and said, "Speak, why did your mother ask you to come find me? To think that you would bring a blade to meet me."

Looks like Fan Cunhu is really sharp, this old man could actually feel the blade intent from his body. I was secretly pleased with myself, but suddenly, my eyes landed on the handle of the Pu Dao on Fan Cunhu's back. Damn, the old man couldn't be talking about the blade on Fan Cunhu's body, right?

This sudden discovery made my heart twist into a knot of hemp. How awkward could that be? Especially since the old man was so ambiguous with his words. If you were talking about the path that Fan Cunhu walked on, then it can be said that you actually asked your friend to bring a blade to see me. Why do you have to directly say that you even brought a blade to see me?

Fan Cunhu didn't seem to have any feelings towards this. He took three stools and sat beside me, silent as a monk. He didn't seem to have any problem with the old man's problem, so I was even more conflicted. It seemed like being a monk for a few days was quite useful. At the very least, his mental strength and willpower had increased by quite a bit.

Facing the old man's question, the tactful Zheng Wuxie remained silent. After thinking for a long while, he stared at the old man's face and said: "I want to look for the White Seedling Tribe."

"There are a lot of White Seedling Tribe here, and there aren't many black seedlings in the Hundred Thousand Mountain Range. As long as I meet any tribes that are generally white seedlings, I will say that there are a lot of them." The old man looked at Zheng Wuxie and smiled gently, but the filthiness in his eyes matched with such a foolish and wise smile, gave off a very evil feeling.

"Old Yi, you know that I'm not talking about such an ordinary White Seedling Tribe! I am looking for the White Miao Sect, the tribe with the Gu King. " Zheng Wuxie looked at Elder Shan seriously. He was telling him that he was not joking with him.

"Hearing this question, Elder Sui's eyebrows finally furrowed." What do you want from them! "

As he spoke, he shook his head. Furthermore, the White Miao Sect is very secretive, and I don't know much about them. Even if I wanted to help you, I wouldn't be able to. "