Chapter 9 Chapter Seven Lost Day

one "His name is Damn." Hearing this voice, the middle-aged man sighed, but the sadness between the brows was less, but a touch of respect was added. Hearing this voice, Zanghua smiled, very happily. When the sound came, there was also a smell of grilled fish at the same time. ——Who is better at grilling fish than Lao Gaixian? "It wasn't until today that I realized that people should not be judged by their appearance." Zang Hua sighed. "Why?" The voice floated in the air. "Not only is your technique of grilling fish top-notch, but you also have nothing to say about pretending to be a fool," Zang Hua said.

"How do you know it was me?" "I'm not a cat." Zanghua smiled. "Who can stand the fishy smell on your body." "Although you are not a cat, your nose is as good as a dog's." Old Gaixian walked down the stairs with a smile. "Some people are worse than dogs." Canghua Youyou said, "Obviously they have the tracking ability of dogs, but they just refuse to admit it." "He doesn't have tracking skills." The middle-aged man said with a smile, "I asked him to come." Old Gaixian sat down with a smile, and actually had a cup in his hand.

"This man is really afraid that we don't know that he can drink, so he brought his own glass." Zang Hua said. "You know I've always been lazy." Old Gaixian poured a glass of wine. "Things that can be done at one time are usually not divided into two." "Except for being stupid. "Zang Hua said: "One installation lasts for more than ten years. " "He did it to keep his word," said the middle-aged man. "Whose letter to keep?" Zanghua asked. "Zhong Bannong." The middle-aged man said. "Zhong Bannong?" Zanghua asked again: "Who is Zhong Bannong?"

"Zhong Bannong is Zhong Juehui's father, who is also an ascetic monk." The middle-aged man began to cough again. He bent over and coughed vigorously, and he coughed for a long time before he stopped, his face was already flushed with force. He drank a glass of wine, took a breath before continuing: "Zhong Bannong is the first person he will meet when he enters the customs." The middle-aged man pointed at old Gaixian. "They were very good old friends." Old Gaixian smiled, but it was very sad. "The place where they agreed to meet is here." This is indeed the place where the ascetic monk was killed.

"He arrived one step earlier than Du Wuhen and Wen Huo, but it was still too late." The middle-aged man said: "When he arrived, Zhong Bannong was already lying in a pool of blood. He was anxious to ask who the murderer was, but Zhong Bannong Bannong just looked at him with terrified eyes." "I understand what he means." Old Gaixian said calmly, "He knows that my martial arts are not as good as the murderer, and he is afraid that if I know, he will desperately avenge him." "Zhong Bannong asked him to take good care of Zhong Huanjue in his lifetime." The middle-aged man said, "That's why he pretended to be stupid for more than ten years."

"Since Zhong Bannong came here with a secret, why didn't he meet Du Wuhen and the others directly?" Zang Hua asked. "This is also one of the reasons why I can't figure it out." Old Gaixian said. "He was afraid that you would not be able to beat the murderer, so why didn't he tell Du Wuhen and the others, could it be that the court's power couldn't deal with him?" This is also one of the doubts. "Since he was carrying a secret to the court, why didn't he tell it after he was killed?" "This matter is so involved, why did it gradually spread until recently?"

"Since you are a damned person, why do you want to be resurrected?" Of course, this question was asked of the middle-aged man. "Why do you know the ins and outs of this matter so clearly?" "Why did such a thing happen as soon as Zhong Huohui arrived here? Why did you invite Lao Gaixian to meet here?" There is no moon and no stars, but there are patches of night clouds floating. There are also a series of questions in Zanghua's heart. Although the middle-aged man looked at the Tibetan flowers, his expression seemed to return to a time full of sorrow and regret...

Thirty-six boys in white clothes, holding seventy-two bronze candlesticks with candles in their hands, walked in quietly, placed the candlesticks on the four walls, and retreated with their hands down. A very spacious room, the walls are white and dust-free, and the floor paved with tiles is as clean as a mirror. There was nothing in the room except two futons. Ying Wuwu sat cross-legged on a futon, with the green bamboo stick with the snake sword inside lying across his knees, as if an old monk had entered into meditation, and he forgot everything. Di Qinglin also sat cross-legged on another futon, and the two of them sat facing each other for an unknown how long.

Night has come—and autumn too. Di Qinglin suddenly stood up, and respectfully bowed to Ying Wuwu, and respectfully said: "Disciple Di Qinglin tried the sword for the eleventh time, and I ask the master to give me a move." The battle between masters can often be resolved in a single move, and the outcome of life and death is often decided in an instant. But they were testing the sword, Di Qinglin's sword. The dawn had already shone through the skylight on the roof, Di Qinglin's sword circled and danced, and suddenly stopped. They have been fighting fiercely all night. Ying Wuwu took a few steps back and slowly sat down on the futon, looking as if he was already very tired.

Di Qinglin's expression did not change at all, her snow-white clothes were still spotless, and there was not a single drop of sweat on her face. "This is your eleventh sword trial, and you have succeeded unexpectedly." Ying Wuwu didn't know if he was happy or sighed. Di Qinglin didn't say anything, and suddenly strode out, and when he walked past Ying Wuwu, he suddenly backhanded a sword, stabbing Ying Wuwu's heart from behind. The heart wound on the back of the middle-aged man was stinging again, and his energetic and enthusiastic eyes dimmed.Like the blind eyes of a blind man.

Old Gaixian's expression suddenly became serious, he looked at the middle-aged man, and slowly said: "He is nothing." two "Excalibur for the Sun" should be nothing. When Ying Wuming moved the rivers and lakes, Zanghua's parents probably hadn't talked about "love". Of course she also knew that Ying Wuwu had died under Di Qinglin's sword. Why does Lao Gaixian say that middle-aged people should have nothing? "Didn't Di Qinglin kill Ying Wuwu?" Zang Hua asked. "It should be nothing." Old Gaixian said. "Then this... Ying Wuwu?" Zang Hua glanced at the middle-aged man. "He is Di Qinglin's master, Ying Wuwu, who was killed by Di Qinglin." Old Gaixian made it very clear. Zang Hua was even more confused, she stared blankly at the two of them, and then asked blankly: "Did Qinglin have a soft heart at that time? Or did Ying Wuwu have two hearts?" "Although I don't have two hearts, Di Qinglin's heart is not soft." The middle-aged man said indifferently: "But, I have a good friend." The blind eyes of the middle-aged man lit up again. He looked at Old Gaixian and continued, "Although I know what kind of person Di Qinglin is, I was still stunned when his sword struck me." After a while, I never imagined that he would stab that sword at that time, that place, and that situation." Ying Wuwu said: "Maybe it was because I was stunned for a moment that Di Qinglin's sword stabbed slightly. A little crooked." ——When a person is stunned, the heart will contract due to stimulation. "So when Mu Sikong arrived, although I was dying, it took him three days and three nights to rescue me from the gate of hell." Ying Wuwu said. "Lovesick Swordsman?" Zang Hua sighed. "Although I was shocked a few times today, it's still not as big as knowing that you are Mu Sikong." "It's been more than ten years, I can't think of anyone who still remembers me." Old Gaixian drank from his cup. "Lovesickness swordsman, one sword lovesickness", he defeated the seven martial arts swordsmen with a long sword in his hand. His swordsmanship is not only weird and vicious, but also has a fast reaction speed, which is even more unbelievable. His sword makes people die, but his people make people love -- especially the girls. "I can assure you that ninety-nine and a half out of a hundred people don't believe that 'Lovesick Swordsman' will become a cell boss." Zanghua looked at Old Gaixian. "The Lovesickness Swordsman is dead." Old Gaixian's voice seemed a little helpless. "It died ten years ago." The Tibetan flowers stared at Old Gaixian, and it took a long time before he said: "Yes, the swordsman of lovesickness is dead." Old Gaixian showed gratitude. A person's "famous name" is not easy to obtain, and it is also very difficult to maintain it. It is a matter of a moment to destroy it. "I offer you a toast." Zang Hua raised his glass to invite Lao Gaixian. "No one can stand without faith. Anyone can say this sentence, but how many people can do it?" The cup is full of wine, and the warmth has risen from the heart. "Why did you know we were coming here?" Zang Hua turned to Ying Wuwu. "You, Yomusi, old Gaixian, why are you here?" "If you were Zhong Destroyer, where would you go first after you came out?" Ying asked rhetorically. Zang Hua thought for a while: "Here." "That's right." Ying Wuwu said: "Old Gaixian and I made an appointment to meet here, and we wanted to go to Zhong Huohui to explain the whole thing together, and to study a countermeasure together, but I didn't expect..." "What happened during the day." Zanghua said. "The opponent's action is faster than I expected." Ying Wuwu said. "Who is the other party?" "The Azure Dragon Club." "Qinglonghui?" Zanghua seemed to be taken aback again, "It seems that to know the truth of this matter, it will have to pay a very high price." ——This is the truth, this matter is the biggest conspiracy in the martial arts world in the past century: it involves a lot, and the number of casualties is beyond imagination. "I have been investigating the death of Zhong Bannong for more than ten years." Ying Wuwu said: "I" felt two strange things. " "What strange thing?" "Before Zhong Bannong came here, he had already met Zhong Huanhui." Ying Wuwu said. "We haven't met in more than ten years, why can we find him as soon as we enter the customs?" Zanghua said: "Why did Zhong Bannong hide this matter?" "When old Gaixian arrived, although Zhong Bannong was dying, his hands and feet were still there. Why did Du Wuhen and the others see Zhong Bannong with his hands and feet cut off?" Ying Wuwu said, "Why did you stay behind?" The word 'not guilty'?" I don't know which pot of wine it is, but the three of them are not drunk at all. The mystery and weirdness of this incident dilute the alcohol in their blood like "hangover music". The far distance of the sky has gradually turned gray and white, the wind has stopped, and the snow has not yet drifted. The earth was indifferent. ——Why is the time before dawn always so indifferent when the darkness is about to end? "I've seen Young Master Huang." Tibetan flowers stared at the long street. "Have you seen it?" Ying Wuwu asked, "When? Where?" "Just yesterday, right here." Zang Hua said, "He is small, but has a big head. He always rolls his eyes when he talks, and he looks like a fool." "Did he give you the ingot?" Old Gaixian asked nervously. "No." Zanghua withdrew her gaze and looked at Lao Gaixian. "He also stole my ingot." Old Gaixian and Ying Wuwu heaved a sigh of relief. The fact that Young Master Huang didn't give her the ingot meant that she could keep her little life for the time being. "Master Huang believes in reincarnation in hell, and he never wants to owe debts to the next life, so every time he comes out to kill someone, he will pay a price first, buying someone's life." Ying Wuwu said. "Since he didn't want to kill you, why did he take your money?" Old Gaixian said: "Could it be...he saved your life, so he took your money?" Zang Hua thought for a while, then shook her head and said, "Impossible, he took my ingot because I was asking questions." "Ask what?" Ying Wuwu said. "Ask him what happened in the street after I jumped on the roof. " "He saw the whole thing from beginning to end?" "He only said—" Zang Hua suddenly stopped and did not say anything, an expression of surprise, fear, disbelief and disbelief suddenly appeared on her face. Her eyes were fixed on the long street, as if there was a man-eating ghost on the long street. What the hell did she see? What is there on the long street that deserves her to be so frightened? Whether it is a provincial capital, a large town, or a small village, there must be houses and shops. As long as there is a store, there are people, just as there is light when there is darkness, the night must pass, and the day will soon come. When the first twilight shines from the mountains in the east, the rooster crows and the dog barks. The snow on the long street has gradually melted, and the bluestone slabs buried in the snow can be vaguely seen. The people in the town started another busy day. "A day's plan lies in the morning." The honest businessman has already opened the shop, and seeing him smiling, he seems to know that today's business must be good. The smell of porridge came from the kitchen, and the husband who left early and returned late was enjoying the sumptuous breakfast his wife prepared for him. Naughty children are already playing in the street in groups. Those "Merry Boys" have put on what he thinks are "chic" clothes, and then start planning today's "hunting beauty" action. Elderly old women happily went to visit again, and of course the old men gathered together to talk about their heroic deeds in the past. This is a warm picture, as long as there are people living, there will be these ordinary things, and it is not worth making a fuss about. But in this town at this time, it is too unusual for such a situation to occur. three The people in this town disappeared after killing the clock and destroying it at noon yesterday. The town was as quiet as a cemetery last night, not to mention people, not even chickens and dogs. Why did these people appear again after one night?And it's as if nothing happened yesterday. The boss who sold assorted rouge was still wearing yesterday's clothes, and still set up a stall beside the long street. Three old men who were dying were still sitting at the food stall, talking about the deeds of previous years. Even the girl in the red dress who threw the hidden flowers with the rouge powder box yesterday walked out of the house with a smile as if she was very happy. All people and all situations are just like yesterday.Do you think that Tibetan flowers can not be stunned? Seeing the sun for the first time after a long cold is always a pleasant mood. The sunshine in the severe cold sprinkled softly on the earth, and also sprinkled people in the restaurant, gently pasting the face of Tibetan flowers. But her person was suddenly completely icy, as if she had suddenly fallen into a cold and dark abyss. It's like falling into hell. From Zanghua's point of view, everything on the long street has even become more terrifying than hell. "Are these the people you saw yesterday?" Old Gaixian asked. Zang Hua was speechless but nodded. "Are they the ones who attacked Zhong Rui yesterday?" Ying Wuwu also asked. Although Zanghua is nodding, it seems to be very stiff. Ying Wuwu stared at the people on the long street, and after an unknown amount of time, a strange expression suddenly appeared on his face. At this moment, they heard someone talking. "The three guest officials are really in a good mood, they actually came to drink early in the morning?" The waiter looked sleepy, and walked out from the back room yawning, although he spoke very politely, but his face seemed to be blaming Zang Hua for waking him up so early in the morning. Seeing the shop waiter walk out, the startled expression on Zang Hua's face disappeared instantly, and her usual "madness" returned to her face. "It's not early in the morning, but I drank here yesterday evening." Zang Hua looked at the waiter with a smile. "Could it be that you were on vacation yesterday and weren't there?" "Guest officer, you are joking. The guest at the last table last night was the third young master of the Chen family across the street." The shop waiter said, "I was the one who helped him go home after drinking until he was almost at the beginning of the night." "Really?" Zanghua asked. "So you didn't see what happened on the street at noon yesterday. You don't know?" "What happened at noon yesterday?" Although the waiter couldn't understand what she said, he immediately smiled. "We are a small place here, and there are few people coming and going. Even if it is a trivial matter, it is enough for us to talk for three days and three nights, but I don't know what kind of matter you are talking about, guest officer?" His voice and appearance are very sincere, but in his heart he has already regarded these three people as lunatics. On the first day of October, it is appropriate to sacrifice and pray for blessings. Yesterday was the twenty-ninth day of September, the day of frost, and everything is not suitable. Looking at the rising sun, Ying Wuwu sighed and said: "When the sun shines on the first day of October, there will be great disasters in the future." "Fortunately, today is the end of September." The waiter said with a smile. "I thought today was the first day of October." Ying Wuwu hinted to Zanghua and Lao Gaixian. "It seems that I was confused, and I didn't know what day it was?" Today is clearly the first day of October, why does the waiter say it is the end of September? Did he suddenly suffer from amnesia? Or are there other reasons? Four "It seems that they have lost a day." Ying Wuwu said this immediately after walking out of the restaurant. "Lost a day?" Zang Hua asked, "You mean, those people who were in town yesterday weren't them at all?" She looked at the people on the long street, and then said: "The person who killed the bell and destroyed it was sent by the Qinglong Society to pretend to be someone from the town?" She didn't wait for Ying Wuwu to answer, and immediately said: "Of course the people in this town have been anesthetized by the Faint Dragon Society with a drug that can make people sleepy for a day and a night, so they will lose a day?" "It should be like this." Ying Wuwu smiled bitterly and said: "It seems to be like this too." The sun shone on Ying Wuwu's face, and anyone should be able to see how contradictory and suspicious he was. Seemingly invisible, Zang Hua suddenly walked to the side of the long street, turned seven somersaults, stood up straight, took a long breath, and straightened the clothes on her body. The snow on the long street has melted, but a fallen leaf floated from nowhere and landed on the melted snow. The Tibetan flowers were lifted up and stuck on the front of the clothes, and then walked back, suddenly smiling at Old Gaixian. "What do you think I want to do now?" Old Gaixian was not only surprised, but seemed startled.There should be nothing to speak. "I want to find a place to sleep." "Now you want to go to sleep?" Old Gai Shan was even more surprised. "I have work to do tomorrow." Zanghua said solemnly, "I must recharge my energy." "You...can you sleep?" Old Gaixian asked. "Why can't I sleep?" "But this town... the clock is ruined in this town..." "No matter what, we already know that Zhong Huohui died at the hands of the Azure Dragon Society, and we can wait until later to discuss other matters." Ying Wuwu looked at her as if she had never seen anyone like her before.Such people are really rare. No matter who encounters this kind of thing, she will be very regretful and worried, but after she turned seven somersaults, she suddenly put all her worries far away. Old Gaixian sighed, and said with a wry smile, "It seems that even if you have a big trouble, you can put it away at once." "There is nothing worth worrying about in this world." Ying Wuwu also sighed. "You are really a very lucky person." Zang Hua did not deny it. "What do you want tomorrow?" Old Gaixian couldn't help asking. "There is something very important." Zanghua waved her hand with a smile, as if waving away a piece of cloud, and disappeared without a trace. Old Gaixian watched her walk away and out of the town, then sighed again, and said with a wry smile: "Now I know why she always has no troubles, because she can turn somersaults, and her troubles will disappear as soon as she turns over." This is indeed Zanghua's ability, if she didn't have this ability, Zhibo would have been killed by a headshot.