MTL - Ascending, Do Not Disturb-~ 28. Hobbies

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After I returned to the room, I didn't fall asleep. She opened the window and looked down at the Qiucheng guards who gathered around the inn, leaning against the window with one hand and holding the other hand to pick up the snow fluttering.

A carriage came slowly from the east side of the street and stopped at the entrance of the inn.

Wearing a brocade, the man in a solid white fox fur cape came down from the carriage and looked up at her four eyes.

Miao Zong took off the hooded hood on his head and smiled at Yan Yan. At this moment, the red plum bloomed and the winter sun was not good enough. I couldn't help but return to the other side and smiled and waved at him.

"The son, this shop is dead, can't live."

The middle-aged man in black walked back to the side of Yuzong: "Gongzi, let's change a store."

Miao Zong looked up at the girl upstairs: "Girl, don't you change to a hotel?"

The black man looked upstairs and saw a girl kneeling by the window, smiling at her face with her own son. He looked at the girl and looked at the ancestors. His look was subtle. This cold night, when did the son develop the habit of talking to the people upstairs and downstairs?

"I am afraid that the news of the dead in the inn has already been transmitted. I am afraid that other inns will not accept the guests tonight." He climbed out of the window and flew to the front of the emperor. "The room next to me is still empty. If you don't dislike the infuriating in the inn, you can stay for one night and go tomorrow morning."

There is a man who is at least a person who has been repaired in the Jindan period. The beautiful man named Yuzong is definitely not an ordinary family. Such a person should not be afraid of a body in the inn.

"Life and death are natural cycles. For me, there is no anger." Ms. Zong smiled. "Thank you, the girl told me that I was disturbed tonight."

The guards who are at the entrance of the inn feel that there may be some problems with the brain of the Zongzong. I know that the people in the inn are dead and still have to live in. Although the monks are not informal, they are too inconspicuous. There are so many inns in Qiucheng, even if you don’t want to receive guests at night, you can’t do anything if you spend a little more. This handsome son is gorgeous, not like a person who has no money, why should he be wronged?

"Zhu Zonggong, your guard, should it be high?" He said that he was embarrassed to smile. "Would you like to ask the two to help me with a little help?"

Going to the second article of the Code of Conduct, you need to ask someone to do things when you ask for help, and your face should be thick and your heart wide.

“Well?” Yan Zong looked at the black man behind him. “He called Lin Biao, what is the girl’s need, even though she spoke.”

"Mr. Lin Biao." He bowed to the man in black. "There are people in the inn now. If the two sides have a dispute, please ask the gentleman to calm down the dispute. I am shallow and make trouble. I’m afraid I can’t hold it.”

Black men look at the ancestors.

Zhai Zongdao: "It’s just a small thing. When the girl needs it, it’s called."

Give a sigh of relief and thank you again. Now everyone in the inn can give a few thin faces to Yunhuamen and Zhaozong, and can endure it in the inn, but it will be hard to say what will happen to the morning tomorrow.

The people in the inn are still curious about where the handsome son came from, and then seeing him talking to this person, it seems to be acquaintance, and he is too embarrassed to question the identity of the person and let them enter the door.

Especially after they found that the guards behind you were unfathomable, they had no more opinions. No matter when, the strong always allows people to learn to be quiet and silent.

Du Jing was curious about the identity of Emperor Zong, but he did not want to go to the front to be a grandson, secretly smashed to the door, and asked the guards there, what he had said to two strange men.

The guards shook their heads blankly: "Small city owners, when they spoke, the subordinates only heard the buzz and could not hear anything."

Upon hearing this, Du Jing instantly understood that this was a technique that confused other people's hearing. However, the person who used the technique is the uncle of the teacher, or the two men whose identity is unknown?

The buddy in the inn quickly picked up the room and didn't dare to stay for a long time. He ran down the floor and didn't look back. Ming knows that the people who died in the store dared to live in, can not afford to offend.

Looking at the hurried back of the guy, looking back at Lin Biao behind the eye, this guard is so scary?

"Mr. Zong Zong, please take a rest, I don't bother." I thought about it and reminded me, "According to my experience, they will quarrel early tomorrow morning. At that time, you can sleep well if you want to sleep." ""

Zhai Zong stunned: "I didn't expect the girl to understand these things so much."

"In fact, I don't understand it." I was embarrassed to read the words of the wonderful pen, "I wrote in the book of the wonderful pen, and the protagonist stayed in the section, and was awakened by the fighting of other people."

After saying this, I saw that Zong Zong looked dull and thought that he had not seen this book before, and he stuffed the book to him: "You have not seen this book yet, then this book is for you to see." It is rare to meet one. The readers who like the wonderful pen writers are very generous.

This kind of person or thing that you like, and finally there are other people who appreciate the joy, the average person will not understand.

"Thank you, thank you." Yan Zong took the book, and after a slight sigh, he showed a brilliant smile.

Seeing that he had received a book of a wonderful pen, he was so happy that he had a better affection for him. The original good feeling stems from the appearance of the other party, and the added good feeling now comes from his appreciation of the wonderful pen.

"You're welcome, I have a lot of wonderful pen books in the collection, and I can lend it to you in the future." Hearing the other person coughing a few times, "You rest early."

She took a few steps and walked to her door. Some of them were embarrassed: "That... you must pay me back after reading it. I have only one set in this book, there is not much." Her face is a little red. A book is not worth the money, emphasizing that people can send back such things, how to look at how stingy. But there is only one book, she is really reluctant.

"Please rest assured that I will protect this book and will not damage it." Fortunately, Mou Zong is not a man who is careful. He is not only not angry, but smiles more gently, and carefully puts the book on his sleeve. in.

He sighed and smiled at the ancestors and returned to his room.

Mou Zong returned to the room, went to the table and sat down, and opened the book. There are many traces of reading in the book, and the ridges are burrs, but the pages are well protected. At the bottom of some pages, there are also the labels of the book owners. However, the owner was very careful, and the font was written very small. It seemed that he was reluctant to let the body of the text dye a little ink.

"It seems that she really likes it." Mou Zong whispered a few times, holding his hand against his mouth, and his pale face showed a smile.

"The son." Lin Biao took out a jade box and handed it to the ancestors. "You should take the medicine."

Yuzong took the jade box, took the pill and swallowed it, and closed his eyes gently. Lin Biao took up the jade box, looked at the words on the table, and silently retreated to the corner of the room and began to meditate cross-legged.

The sky was just bright, and I was awakened by the sound of the cup and the cup downstairs. She got up and washed it. When she opened the door, she just came out of the door and was beckoning him. When the ancestor approached, the voice was depressed and excited. "Look at it, the downstairs really got up, isn't the wonderful pen?"

Miao Zong looked down at the girl around her. The expression on her face was excited with three points, and there were two points of triumph. It seems that Miao pen has done a terrific thing, and she has been honored.

"Well, it's very powerful." Mou Zong heard himself say this.

The atmosphere downstairs is really not very good. A Jindan period monk and two Zhuji monks sit at the same table. They look gloomy and stare at the Zhaozong sect who sits in the corner, dare to anger but dare not speak.

They are all people who have something to do, and they proved their innocence in the middle of the night. If they want to leave the inn, Zhao Zhaozong’s people will not let it. It is obvious that the city owners of Qiucheng feel that the people who cleaned up the suspects can leave, but the people of Zhaozong are so difficult to speak. According to the rules, where the murder case occurred, it should be the responsibility of the local city owner or the self-cultivation martial art. Here is the power of Qiu Cheng.

However, it is because of the sectarian forces that they are not in the eyes of the disciples. Here is the scope of Yunhuamen's sphere of influence. People's Yunhuamen disciples have not yet placed such a large shelf.

If you have a bad temper, you can't help but swear a few words. By the way, you have thrown a few dishes, but all the dissatisfaction, when the chopping out, all swallowed back into the stomach.

Libo’s gaze swept across the crowd, and he walked indifferently to sit next to him. The buddy hurriedly ran all the tea and fruit snacks, and ran back and forth, his hands and feet as fast as a gust of wind.

The prostitute changed the tea to Libo with a jade cup, and Libo took a teacup and sighed: "I heard someone wants to go?"

"Cibo Fairy, there are important things to do underneath, please let the fairy raise his hand and let him leave first." Jin Dan’s monk got up and hugged his fist. "In the Xialong Longhumen disciple, there is no hatred with Guizong, how can it hurt your niece? ?"

"Dragon Tiger Gate is the right sect, and naturally it will not do this kind of thing. But if I let you go today, let other people go, is it not unfair?" Li Bo pulled his lips, "Please also ask this friend Wronged for two days, don't let the little girl be embarrassed."

The face of Jindan’s monk changed a little, and he did not dare to make trouble.

"There is too much deception!" A young monk started to slap the table. "You don't want to deceive people. You can't find a murderer every day. We can't go out one day. Can't you find a murderer in a month? We are going to stay here for a month? Even if you are a big disciple, you can't be so insulting!"

Libo looked at him coldly and suddenly shot like electricity. Everyone hadn't seen how her hand came out. The monk who had just started the table was shot to the wall and fell to the ground and spit out a blood.

Everyone suddenly stunned.

"What's wrong with this?" A red girl came downstairs. Her tone was light. She didn't seem to notice the strange atmosphere downstairs. She smiled and walked among the crowds. She saw the monk who fell to the ground, and her eyes widened. Hey, "Oh, how do you vomit blood?"

She walked over to the monk, stuffed a pill into the other's mouth, helped him sit up, explored his meridians, and determined that there was no worries about his life. He got up and laughed at the waves: "The chopping fairy has started so early. ?"

"The niece under the door was killed for no reason, how can I sleep." I saw the monk who had confronted himself and screamed at the corner of his mouth. "Is the fairy slumber sleepable last night?"

"There are people who care about the fairy, and sleep well." The smile is innocent, as if I really don't know that Libo is already upset. She went to an empty table and sat down, turning her head and smiling.

Libo looked at the stairs and saw a handsome white man standing in the stairwell. He looked indifferent, as if everything in the world had nothing to do with him. All the jealousy and quarrels around him could not have a half influence on him.

"You can't blow the wind here, sit here." Sui Zhao, the man, waved.

So Libo saw this indifferent man with a smile on his face, just like the white snow finally got into the smoke and fire, and he suddenly came alive. She regained her gaze and frowned. When did the man appear? Last night, no such person appeared.

When Yuzong and Lin Biao sat down, the buddy routinely set the tableware breakfast as fast as possible, and the fastest speed disappeared.

The inn is expensive and the breakfast is prepared to be rich and refined. Although I have built a foundation, I still have the habit of eating. When I see breakfast, I don’t want to pick up the chopsticks.

Seeing that the chopsticks were shaken, Miao Zong also picked up a crystal dumpling and put it in the bowl in front of him. The taste was not good, but it was not bad. But perhaps it was because the girl sitting opposite her had a sweet taste, and he had an appetite. After eating two, he put down the chopsticks.

Lin Biao poured a glass of water and handed it to him. He took two drinks and put it down, and he watched it quietly. In fact, in the entire hall, you can still have a heart to eat, and only they have this table.

"Yu Xianzi, your friend looks a little face-to-face." Li Bo waited until he had finished eating, and he said, "I don't know where my son was when my niece was killed last night?"

Just after saying this, Li Bo found that the man around him looked over her side.

In those eyes, it was cold and clear, and there was no feeling of emotion. It was like snow outside. It looked like clean and pure white, but there was no trace of temperature.

Obviously, it was a man who looked sick, but Libo’s heart was strangely raised with a chill, and the whole heart trembled.