Chapter 800

After the morning.

When they arrived in Shengping County, it happened that it was changing. Dark clouds pressed the county seat, and a hazy drizzle just floated.

But look at that day. It's estimated that you'll have to throw a ladle before long.

There were few pedestrians on the road. Two old guards with white hair guarded the door next to the city gate of Shengping county.

But when it comes to guarding the door, it's not completely guarded.

Just as Yilin and Wang Xiaohu had just put their horses in the post station next to the city gate, they happened to see two dedicated veterans. They woke up, yawned and walked in, directly emptying Shengping county.

So lax in defense?

Yilin and Wang Xiaohu looked at each other. Didn't they say that the world outside was bleak, the bandits were rampant, and the market was bad?

But taking advantage of the empty gap of the city gate, Yilin directly took Wang Xiaohu into the city.

Yilin found something on the road. The silver they brought from the robbers is printed with the inscription of a bank. It's really going to be found. It's hard to explain the source.

If you rob the rich and help the poor, you may be misunderstood in the end.

Shengping County, Shengping County, Shengping county.

The name of the county is good.

But when they stepped in, they didn't have the meaning of "singing and dancing".

There are many homeless beggars squatting along the avenue. They habitually beg from passers-by.

"Hungry... I'm hungry... Please give up!"

"I have an 80 year old mother and a seven year old child. My family is still Disabled..."

"Save the children... I haven't had a full meal for 18 days..."

Someone was crying.

Some people call me miserable.

Someone shouted hungry.

The beggars just habitually stretched out their hands to Yilin and Wang Xiaohu. Looking up, good guy, it was a hairy child who didn't have neat hair. Suddenly, they retracted their hands back into their sleeves. Looking again, Wang Xiaohu was tall and big, with a knife pinned to his waist. Suddenly they dared not beg. They trembled and retracted their hands into their ragged sleeves, pretending that they had never begged just now.

Wang Xiaohu looked at them and felt them in his arms.

Not long ago, Yilin saved some silver on Wang Xiaohu because the silver was too heavy.

Yilin saw Wang Xiaohu's plan, gently pressed his friend's hand just ready to stir, and shook his head without trace.

Wang Xiaohu hesitated for a few seconds, but still chose to listen to Yi Lin's opinions.

The two communicated silently and did not attract the attention of others.

"Boom!"

A thunderbolt tore the dark clouds.

The bright light of lightning reflected their faces white.

Then it rained cats and dogs and broke the ground.

"It's raining!"

"Run!"

As soon as we saw the rainstorm, the beggars who seemed to be empty and angry just now, whooped and ran away.

Wang Xiaohu stared blankly at the scattered beggars. He didn't understand why the poor man who hadn't eaten enough for 18 days just said how he could run faster than Wang Xiaohu.

"What are you doing? Take shelter from the rain."

Yilin smiled and pulled Wang Xiaohu, but he set up an invisible "reading umbrella" on his head to keep out the rain.

They followed the eaves, passed the market and came to a magnificent building.

This should be regarded as the bustling downtown of Shengping county.

But now, because of the bad weather, even the oil umbrella can drip holes in the rainstorm, so the street is lonely and empty.

"Where shall we take shelter from the rain?"

Yilin quickly looked around for a moment and pointed to a direction.

Wang Xiaohu looked in the direction of Yi Lin's fingers and immediately took a breath: "Wanxiang building? Wait, brother Lin, is this the legendary place of fireworks... Brothel!"

Wang Xiaohu was surprised.

He never thought that Irene was such a person.

How old are you!

He grew up under the influence of Uncle Niu's story.

When Uncle Niu talks about the most famous and desirable place "Wanxiang building" in Dongsheng, he always subconsciously adds a lot of wonderful ink.

Even though uncle Niu took into account the innocence of the child, the meaning in his words was that Wanxiang building was not a serious place.

A moment later.

Wang Xiaohu knew that he was wrong and misunderstood.

It turns out that Yilin refers to the teahouse next to Wanxiang building.

The name on the plaque of the teahouse is slightly unique - sanpinxuan.

There are many people sheltering from the rain in sanpinxuan.

Some people who seemed to have no money were directly kicked out in front of the teahouse by a tall and powerful spectator.

When Yilin and Wang Xiaohu stepped into the teahouse, they were very dusty. When their eyes fell on Yilin's face, they first showed disgust.

Then he quickly turned to Wang Xiaohu, and finally his eyes fell on the broadsword at Wang Xiaohu's waist. Then he narrowed his eyes and grinned with a full smile: "Oh, my guest, look at your face. You are noble at night. You are not ordinary. Come on, you two, sit in the teahouse! Come on, give you a seat!"

"It seems that Wang Xiaohu's hidden charm value attribute is really not low."

Yilin whispered.

It seems that this trip brought Wang Xiaohu right... Very easy to use.

At least, it saved a lot of trouble.

But Wang Xiaohu's face doesn't look like a person with high charm. Charm, do you really need not look at your face?

Stepping into the teahouse, Yilin habitually observed the surrounding environment.

Even after spending 13 years here, Erin still hasn't forgotten his little habit in trial as an apostle.

There is a middle-aged storyteller who shakes a paper fan and is in high spirits in the teahouse, telling all kinds of anecdotes.

A group of tea guests gathered around the storyteller, saying hello and clapping from time to time.

On each tea table, groups of people are chatting about Jianghu affairs.

In the most conspicuous position of sanpinxuan, there is a calligraphy work posted. In Yi Lin's opinion, the writing method is general, but the content is a little interesting - "tasting tea, tasting people and tasting everything in the world."

They sat on the second floor.

The open-air balcony has tiles covering the head, and the environment is not too bad.

There was a lot of noise around.

The sound of books, conversation, rain and the noise of the noise next door are mixed together, like a song of the market.

Wang Xiaohu came to the county for the first time, looked left and right, and looked like a real hick.

After a while, Yilin ordered a pot of hot tea and some delicate and barren snacks, so he sat down steadily.

"Call -"

Wang Xiaohu poured a cup of hot tea, cooled it a little with his mouth, and gulped it down his neck. It seems that he has been tired from traveling all night and can finally rest.

Yilin closed his eyes and began to listen.

Wang Xiaohu looked at Yilin, closed his eyes, didn't talk, didn't drink tea, and didn't eat. He ate peanuts bored and counted them one by one. They were silent for a while. Wang Xiaohu finally couldn't help it. Thinking of what had happened just now, he whispered with a bit of shame: "brother Lin, I thought you were going to where."

Wang Xiaohu nuzui toward the partition wall, meaning in place.

Yilin didn't open his eyes and replied with a smile: "maybe he really had a chance to go in and see."

"Hiss...?"

Wang Xiaohu took a breath.

The rain is falling, and the vegetation in the old hometown is deep.

It rained for half an hour.

It gets bigger and bigger.

All the guests in the teahouse were trapped in the teahouse and couldn't go. The group could only rub the tea and kill time by listening to the storyteller.

Near noon, the sky was still dark and the dark clouds did not abate. It seemed that the long lost rain would have to rain for a while.

On the streets, due to the lack of drainage system, bursts of turbulence flooded half the streets, such as shallow streams, and the sound of water continued.

Yilin and Wang Xiaohu also sat on the "elegant seat" on the second floor for half an hour. Yilin asked people to add tea from time to time. After adding the teapot for the sixth time, the waiter with the teapot looked at Yilin and Wang Xiaohu a little wrong.

Wang Xiaohu was also a little nervous. Did they sit here for a long time, delay it any longer, and bring the accident every minute.

Don't get me wrong. Wang Xiaohu is not worried about them, but about the people in the teahouse.

However, anyone who witnessed the bloody scene of Yilin killing robbers will not naively think that Yilin is an innocent boy with no strength to bind chickens.

"Then, brother Lin, aren't we going yet?"

"Go?" Yilin finally opened his eyes and looked at the latter silently: "where are you going?"

"Ah, this?" Wang Xiaohu scratched his head: "I don't know."

"That's enough." Yilin finally drank the cool tea in front of him, and then breathed a sigh of relief: "it's really tiring to collect intelligence in this environment."

Come on, come on, come on!

Wang Xiaohu shook his spirit and came to the spirit.

It's lingo dialect!

"Gather... Intelligence?"

Asked Wang Xiaohu.

Yilin explained with a smile: "the place where fish and Dragons mix together is the easiest place to collect information. When people relax, sometimes they even inadvertently leak their mouth and reveal some secrets."

"Brother Lin, do you mean?" Wang Xiaohu first quietly stretched out his finger and poked it in the next space, which means "downstairs tea guest". Then he looked at Yi Lin's eyes and worshipped a little more: "brother Lin, what do you know?"

Yilin's mouth rose and smiled. When he was about to say something, something strange came downstairs.

"Shh."

Yilin made a silence to Wang Xiaohu, but he stood up, walked to the eaves of the second floor and looked out.

In the torrential rain.

A white clothed guest with a snow-white paper umbrella came slowly and slowly.