Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

"Hey, Wencai, you really didn't hear any sound at all last night?" Jingzhi looked at him in disbelief, not even noticing that the bowl in his hand was tilted.

Seeing that the porridge was about to spill out, Lin Jiu quickly straightened it up and said, "Don't worry about him. He has been like this since he was a child."

Jingzhi glanced at Wencai again and couldn't help but click his tongue.

Not to mention the deafening thunder last night, even the howling of ghosts and wolves, and the crackling sounds of fighting, all lasted for a long time, and he was actually able to sleep until morning?!

I have to say, this is also a skill.

She sipped her porridge and was about to pick up some peanuts when a pair of chopsticks suddenly poked out from the side and grabbed the chopsticks that were extended to her from the opposite side.

Jingzhi paused and silently put the chopsticks back.

She tilted her head towards Lin Jiu, her big black eyes lingering on Simu and Ikkiu who were sitting opposite her.

"Ajiu..."

As soon as she uttered a word, she was interrupted by Simu's sneer.

"What are you doing here?!"

Ikkyu said "Amitabha" and looked at Simu with kind eyes, not angry at all because of his unkind tone.

Little did he know that his pretentious look made everyone angry.

Ikkyu: "Brother Dao, the table at my place was smashed by you and the zombies last night."

Si Mu choked and turned to look at Jia Le at the next table, "Lift a table over and give it back to him!"

Ikkyu smiled slightly and said, "Let's go after breakfast. It's too troublesome to move around."

Simu opened his mouth and was about to say something, but Lin Jiu gave him a cold look and he was instantly silent.

Whenever Ikkyu wanted to pick up some food, he would take it away first. This happened several times. Ikkyu looked helpless, while Simu looked proud.

Lin Jiu angrily shouted, "Junior brother!"

Simu snapped his teeth and bit the salt-baked peanut in his mouth hard, as if it were the head of a stinky bald donkey.

He smiled wryly and handed Ikkiu a piece of tofu with his chopsticks. "Eat! Master, I love you so much~"

However, he used too much force to pick up the food, and some of the porridge in Ikkyu's bowl even popped out.

Ikkyu: Since reason doesn't make sense, he still knows a little bit about fighting.

So the two of them started to do it, with the speed getting faster and faster.

For a moment, side dishes were flying everywhere.

Finally, they both started pushing each other against the table.

Jingzhi stood up with the bowl in hand, looking somewhat bewildered, and took a few steps back, "Ajiu, what's wrong..."

Before she could finish her words, Lin Jiu stretched out his spoon and a spoonful of the remaining peanuts fell onto her porridge.

"Hey, let's go eat at Qiu Sheng's table."

Lin Jiu was speechless. He couldn't control this junior brother anymore.

The reason why he doesn't like to come to Simu is because of these two people.

It's okay when they're apart, but every time they get together, it's like fighting cocks.

Qiu Sheng moved over to sit with Wencai. Just as he made room for the two of them on a bench, he heard a loud bang.

The table next door that was pushed was broken into two pieces.

Jingzhi felt a little sorry for the dishes and porridge she had just prepared.

"You two... there's some left in the kitchen, do you want some..."

The two people standing opposite each other snorted and turned their heads away at the same time. One turned back to the room, and the other said to Jingjing who was eating:

"I'm going to go back to my morning class. Come back after you finish eating."

After saying that, he turned around and left with a cold face.

Among them, the most embarrassing one is Jiale.

He gave Jingjing an awkward smile, whose expression was becoming increasingly grim, and was about to apologize on behalf of his master, but he never expected that the girl also had a temper.

She snorted and left with the unfinished porridge.

"Jia Le!" Jing Zhi called out softly. A bewildered Jia Le looked towards her. Jing Zhi pointed towards the kitchen and whispered, "Bring a bowl of porridge over there. They haven't eaten much."

She quietly turned back to glance at the door of the room and found that there was no movement inside. Then she turned around and said, "There are many people here today, I will cook some more, go ahead."

Jiale smiled at her gratefully and left quickly.

Seeing that they were noisy but protecting each other, the little prince at the next table became more depressed.

He could tell at a glance that Lin Jiu was the backbone among these fellow disciples, so he put down his bowl and let Minister Wu support him as he walked over.

After thanking Jingzhi, he explained his purpose to Lin Jiu:

"Master, I can't stay here for long. Since my father is in trouble... I have to return to Beijing."

Lin Jiu tapped the table lightly with his fingertips, pondered in his heart, and asked with some disapproval:

"Are you sure? You've just been injured, and you shouldn't be traveling."

The young prince's brows were filled with gloom, and he nodded decisively.

Although he is young, he has also learned a lot about the current situation from his father.

Now, with warlords ruling the region and the palace full of intrigue and deception, with his father's protection falling, every day he spent wandering outside would increase his risk.

At least, Jingzhong's grandmother really loved him.

"Well, all the guards are dead, but fortunately, we still have Minister Wu. This place is close to the town. After entering the town, my trusted aides will take me back to the capital. It will be no problem."

As he spoke, he turned to Qiu Sheng, the only uninjured man in the room, and asked:

"Brother, do you have time to give me a ride?"

Qiu Sheng looked at Lin Jiu first, and Lin Jiu turned to look at Qianhe.

After all, this is Qianzuru's client. If Qiu Sheng continues to speak, it might not be a good idea...

Qianhe saw his hesitation and said, "Brother, please let Qiu Sheng go. I am so ashamed that several of my disciples are injured..."

Speaking of this, he thought of Xiaobei again, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

Lin Jiu: "...Okay, Qiu Sheng, take your bike and take him back to Renjia Town first. Remember to ride slowly so as not to bump into anyone."

After saying that, he waved towards Minister Wu again, "I'll get you some medicine. Remember to change the dressing on his wound every two days. Remember to follow my instructions..."

The two talked as they walked and entered Simu's pharmacy.

……

Been busy for half a day.

In the afternoon, Lin Jiu, Jingzhi and Qianhe Dongnanxi, three disciples, went out to choose a grave for Xiaobei to bury him.

The three disciples knelt in front of the small grave, scattered yellow paper and cried like tearful people.

Qianzuru's arms were still tightly wrapped in gauze, but she insisted on following to take a look.

At this moment, his eyes were wet and he stood in front of the grave in silence for a long time.

Lin Jiu patted his shoulder gently and comforted him:

"Junior brother, I feel so sorry for you."

Qianhe took a deep breath, holding back the tears that were about to overflow, and said to Lin Jiu in a slightly hoarse voice:

"Brother, the lightning last night came too suddenly. I think it was not accidental."

Lin Jiu's expression turned serious. "Did you see it?"

Qianzuru nodded, "The rain was so heavy at the beginning last night that I was afraid the tent would leak, so I asked Xiaobei to go check it out."

His eyes fell on the grave mound covered with yellow paper, and his thoughts instantly returned to the scene he saw last night.

"The rain came and went quickly, and not long after Xiaobei left, the rain subsided... I didn't expect the dark clouds that had dispersed in the sky to suddenly gather again, which led to the thunder.

I think there must be some human factor involved in all these coincidences.”

His thoughts coincided with what Lin Jiu had said to Jingzhi before.

Lin Jiu: "The art of summoning clouds and rain, and attracting thunder, is not something that ordinary people can do."

At this moment, Jingzhi suddenly remembered the hemp rope cut by a knife that she found in the Marshal's ancestral hall.

So he quickly stepped forward and said, "Ah Jiu, I think the reason Marshal Long's father turned into a zombie was also man-made.

I've been so busy these past few days that I've forgotten about it. The rope that tied the coffin was cut cleanly. Qiu Sheng and I both think it was cut with a knife. You've seen that rope before, it's as thick as my wrist. There's no way it would break so easily."

Lin Jiu frowned and fell into deep thought.

Qianzuru was also a little confused for a moment by Jingzhi's words.

He and his senior brother were both tricked.

Could it be that someone is targeting Maoshan?

Lin Jiu: "Qianhe, let's go back first. I will find out the truth and give you an explanation."

What he feared most was that his affairs would involve his junior fellow apprentice. If Qianhe's apprentice lost his life because of his affairs, then he would be to blame.

……