Chapter 49 The forty-ninth round has its own arrangements

As Lin Xian'er talked, tears were streaming down her face, and she said faintly, "You know, my money was already distributed to others according to your words, don't you believe it?" Ah Fei sighed for a long time, and said softly: "It's not that I don't believe it, it's just... I should support you, I can't let you suffer." Lin Xian'er hugged him tightly from behind, leaned on him, and said with tears, "I know you are sincerely good to me, and no one has ever been so kind to me, but since the two of us are so good You shouldn't divide yours, mine... Even my heart is yours, don't you know?"

Ah Fei closed his eyes and held her hands tightly, as long as he could hold these hands forever, he didn't want anything else. Ah Fei finally fell asleep. Lin Xian'er gently pulled her hand out of his hand. She stood by the bed and looked at the young man silently for a while, with a smile on her lips. She smiled so beautifully, yet so cruelly. Then, she quietly walked out, quietly closed the door, returned to her room, and took out a small wooden bottle from a simple small wooden box. She poured a cup of tea, poured out some shining silver powder from the wooden bottle, and swallowed it with the tea. She would never forget to eat these silver powders every day.

Because it is a powder made from pearls, it is said that women who eat it can keep their youth forever. The more beautiful a woman is, the more she is afraid of getting old, and she will always try her best to keep her youth, but she doesn't know that no matter what method she can't keep her youth. Looking at the small wooden bottle in her hand, Lin Xian'er couldn't help but smile again. "If Ah Fei knew how much this bottle of pearl powder was worth, he would definitely be shocked." She found that men are easily deceived, especially by the woman she loves, so she has always felt that men are not only pitiful, but also ridiculous.

She has yet to meet a man who has never been deceived. Maybe there is only one - Li Xunhuan. Thinking of Li Xun Huan, her heart immediately sank. "Today is already the fifth day of October..." Is Li Xunhuan dead?Why is there no news so far? Outside the door is a very secluded path. There are many stars, no moon, and the lights in the distance have faded. Suddenly there was a sound of footsteps in the distance, and two vigorous young men in green clothes carried a small sedan chair and came walking like flying, and stopped at the door. After a while, Lin Xian'er came out quietly, closed the door, got into the sedan chair, and lowered the curtains on all sides. The bamboo curtains were not dense, so although others couldn't see her, she could see others.

The sedan chair has been lifted and is running towards the way it came. They didn't take the main road, they turned two or three small paths, and even the few lights were gone, and the footsteps of the bearers gradually slowed down. The surrounding fields are silent and there is no sound. Going forward, there is a dense forest where the leaves have not yet fallen. On the left side of the dense forest is a small earth temple, and on the right side are piles of deserted tombs. The sedan chair stopped here. The bearer in front took out a lantern from the bottom of the sedan chair, lit a candle, and raised it high. The lantern was pink with bright red plum blossoms painted on it.

As soon as the lantern was lit, ghostly figures suddenly appeared in the woods, among the tombs, and in the temple of the earth, running towards the sedan chair in four directions. These four people's footsteps are not slow, and their expressions seem to be very excited, but when they find that there are other people besides themselves, the four people's footsteps immediately change, and their footsteps also slow down. They stare at each other with some warning in their eyes. The color is also somewhat hostile. A middle-aged man with a round face came out of the woods, wearing gorgeous clothes, he looked like a businessman who had made a fortune in business.

But his actions are very vigorous, and his martial arts foundation is obviously not weak. There were two people walking out from between the graves, the one on the right was short and thin, covered in black, he looked a little sneaky, but his lightness kung fu was considered a master in martial arts. The person on the left is neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, and wears ordinary clothes. It seems inconspicuous. No matter who sees this kind of person, they will never pay more attention. But his lightness kung fu seemed to be superior to that short and dainty man in black. The one who came out of the ancestral hall was the youngest and the most imposing. Although he performed light kung fu, his steps were steady, his eyes were piercing, and his kung fu was obviously higher than others.

He was wearing a royal blue robe, with a green sharkskin sheath hanging from his waist, and a long sword with a golden mouth. He seemed to be a handsome young man. Lin Xian'er obviously knew that it was these four people who came, and she didn't lift the curtain to take a look, nor did she get out of the sedan chair. She just smiled like a silver bell and said, "You four have worked hard from afar, and there is no wine here for you. I'm really sorry for the dust and wind." The four of them couldn't help but smile when they heard her voice, as if they wanted to rush to speak, but they glanced at each other and closed their mouths again.

Lin Xian'er said softly: "I know the four of you have something to say, but who will say it first?" The most ordinary-looking man in gray didn't have any expression on his face, he just stood there quietly, as if he didn't dare to compete with others. The blue-clothed boy frowned, and with his hands behind his back, he turned his head proudly. He obviously disdained to be with these people, so he didn't want to compete for the first place. The round-faced middle-aged man had a smile on his face, he bowed his hands to the man in black, and said, "Brother, please first."

The man in black was not polite, he jumped up and arrived in front of the sedan chair. Lin Xian'er smiled and said: "I haven't seen you for two months, your lightness kung fu has improved, it's really gratifying." The man in black couldn't help showing a look of satisfaction on his sullen face, he cupped his fists and said, "Girl, you've won the prize." Lin Xian'er said: "The two things I beg you to do, I think they will succeed immediately, I know you have never disappointed me." The man in black took out a stack of silver bills from his arms, held them in both hands, and said, "The bills in Baoqing area have been fully collected. The total here is 9,850 taels, issued by Shanxi Tong. The silver ticket of the lucky number."

Lin Xian'er stretched out a slender hand like a spring onion from the sedan chair, and took all the stacks of bank notes. She seemed to count the number first, and then smiled: "I've worked hard on you this time, I really don't know what to do." How can I thank you." The man in black was still staring at the place where Lin Xian'er's hand was stretched out just now, and seemed to be fascinated by it, then he forced a smile and said: "I don't dare to take the word thank you, as long as the girl still remembers me. " Lin Xian'er said: "But what about the old storyteller Sun and his granddaughter? You must have tracked down their whereabouts." The man in black lowered his head, and said in a low voice, "I followed them all the time, but when I got to Guanzhong Road, these two people suddenly disappeared. No one on Guanzhong Road has seen such two people before. It's like... like it just disappeared from the ground." Lin Xian'er stopped talking. The man in black smiled lightly and said: "The whereabouts of these two people are too mysterious. Although they pretended not to know martial arts on the surface, I never believe it. As long as the girl gives me a few more days, I will definitely be able to track down their origins. " Lin Xian'er was silent for a long while, then sighed, and said: "No need, I also know that you will not be able to keep up with them. Although you haven't succeeded in this matter, I don't blame you. I will return later." I need your help." The man in black breathed a sigh of relief, and stood aside with his hands down, not daring to say more. The round-faced middle-aged man clasped his fists to the other two and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." As he walked towards the sedan chair, he kept bowing and bowing. Lin Xian'er smiled coquettishly, "Business is all about making money with harmony. Now you really deserve to be a big boss." The man bowed to the ground, with a smile all over his face, and said, "I'm just a little boy under the girl. If the girl doesn't reward me with food, I'll have to pack up my bed. The word big boss, I absolutely don't like it." Dare to do it." Lin Xian'er said softly: "What about the boss, what about the buddy, my business is your business, as long as you do it well, this business will be yours one day." The middle-aged man's face turned red, he bent over and said with a smile: "Thank you, miss, thank you..." He thanked him several times in a row before taking out a stack of banknotes from his bosom, held them in both hands, and said: "Here is the net profit earned last year, and the banknotes issued by Tongfu Bank are also issued, please have a look." Lin Xian'er smiled and said: "It's really hard work for you, I already knew that you are not only honest and reliable, but also capable..." She had already received the bank notes and counted them while talking. When she said this, her tone suddenly changed, without the slightest smile, she said coldly, "Why is there only six thousand taels?" The middle-aged man smiled and said, "It's six thousand three hundred taels." Lin Xian'er asked, "What about last year?" The middle-aged man said: "Nine thousand four hundred taels." Lin Xian'er said, "What about the year before last?" The middle-aged man wiped off his sweat and said in a low voice, "It seemed...there seemed to be more than 10,000 the year before last." Lin Xian'er sneered and said, "You are really capable. You actually made the business more and more. If you continue to do this for two more years, wouldn't we have to pay for it?" The middle-aged man wiped his sweat non-stop, eating and saying: "In the past two years, satin clothes have not been popular, and poplin has not made a lot of money. Wait until next spring, there will definitely be a turning point." Lin Xian'er was silent for a while, then her voice became very gentle again, and she said, "I know you have worked hard for the past two years, and it's time to go home and enjoy a few years of happiness." The middle-aged man's complexion suddenly changed, and he said in a trembling voice: "But...but the business over there..." Lin Xian'er said: "I will find someone to pick up the business over there, so you don't have to worry about it." The middle-aged man's face was full of horror, and he stammered, "Girl...could it be..." He stepped back step by step, before he finished speaking, he suddenly turned over in the air, and fled towards the dark forest as if flying. But just as he fled a few steps, he suddenly saw a flash of cold light. Amidst the screams, blood splattered everywhere, and his people had already fallen down! The blue-shirted boy already had a green steel long sword in his palm, the tip of the sword was still dripping with blood. The gray-clothed man glanced at him, his expression remained calm, and he just said indifferently: "Good swordsmanship." The blue-shirted boy didn't even look at him, wiped the blood stains on the sword on the sole of his shoes, and shook his hands to make a sword flower, "choke", the sword is in its sheath. The man in gray stood silently without speaking. He waited for a long time, and seeing that the blue-shirted boy had no intention of fighting him first, he slightly arched his hands and walked slowly towards the sedan chair. Lin Xian'er probably already knew that this person could not be bought with just a few nice words, and she didn't show politeness to him, so she asked immediately, "Has Long Xiaoyun returned to Xingyun Manor?" The gray-clothed man said: "It's been almost half a month since I went back. Apart from Hu Bugui Hu lunatic, there is also a man named Lu who is with him. It is said that he is the cousin of 'Wenhou Yinji' Lu Fengxian. Halberd, it seems that martial arts are not weak." Lin Xian'er said, "What about the hunchback who sells wine?" The gray-clothed man said: "He's still selling wine there, this man really hides his secrets, no one can figure out his origin, Long Xiaoyun has been to his small shop two or three times, it seems that there is still a little result nothing." Lin Xian'er smiled and said: "But I know you...you must have figured out something. No matter what happened to that person, it is very difficult to hide it from your eyes." The man in gray smiled, and said slowly: "If my guess is right, then the hunchback must have something to do with the storyteller, Old Sun. two." Lin Xian'er also seemed to be surprised, and was silent for a long while before softly saying: "Go and inquire again, tomorrow..." Her voice became lower and lower, and the man in gray could only lean his head to listen. After hearing a few words, his flat face showed joy, and he nodded and said, "I know... I remember ... I'll go first." When he walked, his steps became lighter. Lin Xian'er does have the ability to make men docile. The man in black kept his eyes on the man in gray, as if he wanted to give him a knife. But at this moment, Lin Xian'er stretched out her hand from the sedan chair again, beckoning to him. The hand like a spring onion looks even more white as jade in the night. The man in black seemed to be in a daze again, and walked over in a daze. Lin Xian'er said softly: "Come here, I have something to tell you, the night after tomorrow..." She whispered a few words into the ear of the man in black. The man in black was full of joy, he kept nodding and said: "Yes, yes, yes, I understand, how could I forget?" When he left, he seemed to have grown three feet taller. After he left, the boy in the blue shirt came over and said coldly: "Miss Lin, you are really busy." Lin Xian'er sighed, and said, "What can I do? They're not like you and me...I always have to deal with them." She stretched out her hand again, held the boy's hand, and said softly, "Are you angry?" The blue-shirted boy said with a straight face, "Hmph." Lin Xian'er chuckled and said, "Look at you, you look like a child, get on the sedan chair quickly, and I'll calm down for you." The blue-shirted boy wanted to keep a straight face, but he couldn't help laughing. At this moment, a shrill cry was suddenly heard... The voice came from the woods. The man in gray had already walked into the woods, but at this moment he retreated step by step. As he retreated step by step, blood dripped down with it. After exiting the woods, he turned around and wanted to escape to the sedan chair. In the darkness of night, he was seen with blood all over his face, and he had been stabbed between the eyebrows with a sword. The man in black was also about to go into the woods. Seeing him like this, his expression changed. Just as he stopped, the man in gray had already fallen at his feet. Had he met a ghost in the woods? Murderous ghost! The man in black couldn't help taking a few steps back, stretched out his hand, and pulled out the dagger in his boot. He stared at the dark forest without blinking, and said in a low voice, "Who is it?" There was no sound in the woods, and after a long while, a person slowly came out. This man is tall and slender, wearing an apricot-yellow long gown, which is only knee-length, with a wide hat on his head, pressed tightly between his eyebrows, covering his face. Not only does he have a strange walking posture, but the way he holds his sword is also different from others, he just casually sticks it obliquely on his belt. The sword is not long and has not been unsheathed. This person didn't seem very vicious, but when the man in black saw him, for some reason, his whole body turned cold, and cold sweat broke out on his palms. There seemed to be a silent murderous aura about this man. Jing Wuming. Since Jing Wuming was still alive, the one who died was naturally Li Xunhuan. Lin Xianer smiled. But she just smiled in her heart, but her face seemed to be terribly frightened, she held the blue-clothed boy's hand even tighter, her body was trembling all the time, and she said in a trembling voice: "This man is so scary, do you know that?" Who is he?" The boy in blue forced a smile and said, "No matter who he is, with me here, what are you afraid of?" Lin Xian'er breathed a sigh of relief, and said sweetly, "I'm not afraid, I know you will protect me, as long as I'm by your side, no one will dare to touch me with a finger." The boy in blue puffed up his chest and said, "Yes, no matter who he is, as long as he dares to come over, I will kill him!" In fact, he has also been intimidated by Jing Wuming's murderous intent, and his hands are already sweating, but he is still young, and he will not show weakness in front of the woman he loves. Jing Wuming had already walked in front of the man in black. Although the man in black held a dagger in his hand, he had already killed countless people with this dagger, but at this moment, for some reason, he dared not stab the dagger out. He has seen Jing Wuming's dead gray eyes. Jing Wuming didn't seem to even look at him at all, and said coldly: "Can this knife in your hand kill people?" The man in black was stunned. This question is really a bit dumbfounding, but since others have asked it, he has no choice but to answer it, so he can only bite the bullet and say: "Of course it can kill people." Jing Wuming said: "Alright, come and kill me." The man in black was stunned again, and after a long while, he forced a smile and said, "I have no grievances or enmities with you, why should I kill you?" Jing Wuming said: "Because if you don't kill me, I will kill you too." The man in black involuntarily took two steps back, cold sweat dripped down his face, he gritted his teeth suddenly, and the dagger stabbed out like lightning. Weapons are one inch short and one inch dangerous. Since he dared to use such a short weapon, he must have a unique move, and he would not be slow in his moves. But just as he stabbed out with the dagger, the sword light flew up. Then, there was a scream, very short, his men had fallen, and Jing Wuming's sword had returned to its sheath, as if it had never been drawn out. "What a fast sword!" The blue-clothed boy is also a famous sword wielder. He has always thought that his sword skills are fast enough, and he never believed that there is anyone in the world whose sword skills are faster than him. He didn't believe it until now. Lin Xian'er saw that the muscles in the corners of his eyes were twitching, she suddenly let go of his hand, and said, "This man strikes too fast, you... you better run away, don't worry about me." If the boy in blue is forty or fifty years old, he will be very obedient. When a person lives to forty or fifty years old, he will understand that life is more valuable than face after all.If someone says "Life is precious, but love is more expensive", it must be a young man who said it. The person who said this must not live to be fifty years old. The blue-clothed boy gritted his teeth and murmured, "You don't need to be afraid, I'll fight him!" His tone was not very firm yet, and he didn't mean to rush over. Lin Xian'er's eyes moved, and she said: "No...you can't die, you still have your parents and wife, you should run back quickly, I will protect him for you, anyway, I'm just alone, it doesn't matter if I die." The boy in blue suddenly shouted and rushed over. Lin Xianer laughed again. If a woman wants a man to work hard for her, the best way is to let him know that she loves him and is willing to die for him. Lin Xian'er has used this method countless times, and it has never failed. This time, not only was he smiling in his heart, but also on his face. Because she knew that the boy in blue would never see him again. The sword light is like snow. This blue-clothed boy not only has high sword skills, but also uses a good sword. In an instant, he stabbed five swords at Jing Wuming, but he didn't even say a word. He already saw that no matter what he said, it was useless. Jing Wuming didn't fight back. The five swords of the blue-clothed boy obviously aimed at his vital points, but for some reason, all of them missed. Jing Wuming suddenly asked: "Are you from the Diancang sect?" The blue-clothed boy's hand stopped, and the sixth sword could no longer stab out. The man's dead gray eyes didn't seem to be looking at him at all. He really didn't understand how this person could see his master's swordsmanship. Jing Wuming asked: "Who is Xie Tianling to you?" The blue-clothed boy said: "Yes... it's the tutor." Jing Wuming said: "Guo Songyang has died by my sword." He suddenly said this sentence without beginning or end, and the preamble was wrong. But the boy in blue understood what he meant.