Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

The cemetery found for Xiaobei was a bit far away. On the way back to Simu's house, Qianhe finally couldn't hold on for the second half and was carried back by his eldest disciple Xiaodong.

Lin Jiu didn't dare let him work hard anymore, so after returning, he sent several of his apprentices to take care of him.

He took Jingzhi to the second-floor balcony and said he wanted to ask some questions.

However, without asking any questions, he just stood at the entrance of the balcony as a pillar.

Looking at the setting sun not far away, Lin Jiu said nothing. Even now, he still had this gloomy expression: (?_?)

Jingzhi took his right hand and shook it gently, "Didn't you want to ask me a question? Why are you silent again?"

Lin Jiu raised his left hand and gently touched her head, then he sighed deeply.

Seeing him like this, Jingzhi also frowned, "If you are really worried, let's go back early. Didn't you say last time that you had a medium? Let's go back and look for it?"

Lin Jiu: "Qianhe is in such a state, I really don't feel comfortable going back like this."

There was another reason that he was too embarrassed to tell Jingzhi.

That is four eyes.

His junior brother's personality is sometimes similar to Qiu Sheng's. He has liked playing tricks on people since he was young and has a bad temper.

It happened earlier than today. Dinner has already been finished, but he was so angry that he hadn't even left the room. Jiale even brought him dinner. Does this still act like a role model?

Thinking of this, Lin Jiu sighed deeply again.

"Don't sigh, it makes me uncomfortable when you do this." Jingzhi pinched his fingers and gently advised him: "Let's analyze it together. With all our wisdom, we will eventually find the murderer."

As she spoke, she hugged him gently, leaned against his chest to listen to his steady heartbeat, and said coquettishly: "Ajiu is the most powerful in my heart."

After these words were spoken, the wrinkles between Lin Jiu's eyebrows even disappeared a little.

Sure enough, although bullshit is shameful, it is very useful.

Lin Jiu took two cushions from the wall and sat down face to face with Jingzhi.

He sorted out his thoughts and recalled the details of the incident for a long time before asking, "Did you bring back the rope?"

Jingzhi shook her head. "You had diarrhea at that time, so I didn't have the energy to pick up any rope. Besides, the Marshal would never let me bring back anything from his ancestral hall."

“…That’s going to be difficult.”

"Why is it so difficult?"

Lin Jiu: "If there's a person's scent left on an item, I have several ways to find that person. But right now, given our relationship with Marshal Long... there's no way he'll let us into the ancestral hall again."

Jingzhi nodded in agreement. After all, they treated his illness and caused his divorce. No one would be willing to be friends with them anymore.

She even thought that if they went to the Marshal's Mansion again, the Marshal might shoot them.

gun?

Jingzhi suddenly grabbed Lin Jiu's hand on his knee, his eyes shining. "Ah Jiu, even though the Marshal's ancestral hall is in the suburbs, it is guarded by soldiers. If that man managed to avoid so many guns and get into the ancestral hall, he must have good martial arts skills."

Lin Jiu nodded and expressed his opinion: "Yes, not only must he be skilled in martial arts, he must also be quite knowledgeable about Feng Shui. Otherwise, how could we know that the corpse would rise as soon as the coffin hit the ground?"

Jingzhi thought hard for a while, but couldn't think of anyone she knew who met this condition.

"Have we ever offended such a person?"

She counted on her fingers again, "Look, the only people I know who can read Feng Shui are you, Zhe Gu, and Simu.

Since Junior Brother Qianhe has been tricked, it shouldn’t be…”

Suddenly, she had an idea.

The two of them said it almost at the same time.

"Mr. Feng Shui!"

"Mr. Feng Shui!"

Just as he finished speaking, Lin Jiu shook his head again, "That shouldn't be the case. Master Ren and I are about the same age, and his father has passed away. The Feng Shui master should also be very old. How could he be so agile?"

Jingzhi disagreed with this. She shook her index finger and pinched Lin Jiu's strong arm:

"Why not? Master Ren is in his forties, and his father is probably in his sixties. I believe you will still be a very agile person by that time!"

Lin Jiu had never been praised so directly before. He laughed and shook his head, gently pinching Jingzhi's cheek, "Thank you for thinking highly of me."

Lin Jiu obviously didn't believe it.

She was a little unhappy, so she pouted and pulled his hand down, saying seriously:

"I'm not joking. Look, all of you cultivators practice physical training. Even Wencai's physique is a little better than that of an average person. How can you possibly live—"

Before she could finish her words, her attention was suddenly drawn to the four eyes in the next room.

"Ajiu, look! Simu actually went to Master Ikkyu's house. Didn't he have a quarrel with him?"

She shook Lin Jiu's arm twice, held the railing with her hands, and looked through the gap with curiosity.

Lin Jiu felt a little helpless. He was talking to her, but she was really... like a kitten, very curious.

However, his eyes followed the direction she pointed.

Seeing this, Lin Jiu was a little surprised.

His junior brother...has he changed his personality?

No wonder she was staring at it.

Because his junior fellow apprentice was smiling at Master Ikkyu.

Lin Jiu felt that there was something mysterious hidden in that smile.

really.

When Simu came out, he seemed to be holding something in his hand.

"Junior brother! Remember to return the things you borrow."

Lin Jiu said to Simu who was walking over.

Si Mu was shocked. When did his senior brother get up there?

He quickly hid what he had on hand behind his back, coughed, raised his head and said with his neck stiff:

"Why borrow it? He gave it to me."

Jingzhi: "Huh?"

She wouldn't believe it even if you beat Qiu Sheng to death.

When Ikkyu left in the morning, he could no longer maintain that kind expression.

Seeing that she wanted to ask more questions, Simu quickly ran away.

"Ajiu, what the hell is he doing?"

The night breeze is slightly cool.

Lin Jiu reached out and lifted her quilt, gently shaking it off to cover her. Then he pointed to Ikkyu who was beating a wooden fish and chanting Buddhist scriptures across from her and said, "Let's wait and see."

Jingzhi gave him half of the quilt, then hugged his arm and leaned on his shoulder, looking quietly at the old man opposite.

After looking for a while, she suddenly said:

"Why do I have a bad feeling?"

Just as he finished speaking, Ikkyu, who was beating the wooden fish across from him, suddenly… dropped it?!

"I go!"

Before she could finish her shock, Ikkiu across from her started flipping the table (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻

"I go!!"

In the blink of an eye, Ikkiu seemed to be ill, and his walking posture was comparable to that of the zombies in The Walking Dead, with pauses and stutters.

He seemed to have heard her cry, and looked towards them, his eyes full of panic and a plea for help, no longer the calm look he had before.

His Buddhist heart was broken by Four Eyes?!

At this moment, he suddenly walked to the cabinet by the wall, quickly took out a pair of pliers, and put it to his mouth.

In an instant, the quilt beside her was gone.

A figure flashed past.

She looked carefully and saw that Lin Jiu had already climbed over to the house next door and snatched the pliers from Ikkiu's hand.

Who would have thought that Ikkiu would actually grab Lin Jiu's hands and... start dancing?!

Jingzhi on the opposite side and Jingjing, who pushed the door open after hearing the noise, were stunned.

Lin Jiu was furious, "Jingzhi, go downstairs and bring Simu to me!"

As he spoke, he put Ikkyu's hands behind his back and said, "I'm sorry, it's my junior brother who's being naughty. Please stay like this for now, otherwise I don't know what weird tricks my junior brother will come up with to mess with you."

After a while, Jingzhi came to Ikkyu's room with a guilty and struggling look on his face.

"Teacher, senior brother."

Lin Jiu's face turned very dark, "Apologize!"

Simu is afraid of him, but why apologize to that bald guy?

There are no doors.

He turned his face away and acted as stubborn as a donkey.

His behavior actually made the protective Jingjing laugh.

She bowed slightly to Lin Jiu, then pointed at Simu with a cold face: "Master Lin, he has bullied my master time and time again. From now on, no matter what I do, I hope you won't interfere!"

At this time, Ikkyu, who was rubbing his shoulders, got up from the ground and said, "Jingjing, please forgive me when you can."

Jingjing glared at Simian fiercely, "Master, please stop talking! If I don't breathe, I'll suffocate to death!"

Jingzhi and Lin Jiu took a step back at the same time.

Simu has been a little too much lately, and neither of them wants to care about it anymore.

Lin Jiu even helped Jingjing to freeze Si Mu when she was trying to escape.

Seeing that the two did not stop her, Jingjing curled her lips and took out the little doll that Jiale gave her that looked like his master. She muttered something and made a few gestures.

Then she tried to bend the little man and make him do a few movements. Jingzhi found that the fixed four eyes began to move like a puppet, and the movements were exactly the same as those of the little puppet in Jingjing's hand.

Jingzhi: "Hey, Jiu, what's this trick?"

Lin Jiu pinched his brows and said, "Don't even think about learning this. It's not a good trick."

Jingzhi snorted, "I'm not learning, I'm just asking."

Lin Jiu glanced at the eager expression on her face. No matter how he looked at it, it seemed that she was eager to learn.

Lin Jiu simply pulled her and walked out of the house quickly.

Jingzhi stumbled and trotted, looking back at Jingjing's actions, and kept muttering:

"Ajiu, it hasn't started yet, let me take another look."

Lin Jiu was determined not to let her see. Seeing that she stopped and didn't move, and even sneaked back a few steps to Ikkiu's yard, he gritted his teeth, rushed over, picked up Jingzhi horizontally, and carried her back to Simu's house.

Jingzhi was frightened by his sudden action and quickly hugged his neck.

As soon as they stepped into the door of Simu's house, Lin Jiu and Jingzhi felt socially devastated.

Qianhe was being helped by her three apprentices to change the dressing, but now they stopped changing the dressing and the gauze in Xiaodong's hand even fell to the ground.

Wencai, who was sweeping the floor, stared at the two of them blankly. His grip loosened and the broom fell to the ground with a clang.

This voice instantly brought him back to his senses, and he stammered, "Master, you..."

Lin Jiu: "Shut up!"

Qianhe: "Brother, you..."

Lin Jiu: "You shut up too!"

Jingzhi glanced at everyone with a smile, then turned around and called out tentatively:

"Ajiu?"

She wondered if he would tell her to shut up.

Lin Jiu just shut up and swallowed it down, and the hand holding her knee gradually tightened, "...Come up with me!"

Jingzhi chuckled softly, rested her head on his shoulder, and said with a hint of sarcasm:

"Okay, you can take me anywhere~"

It wasn't just a joke, she really thought so in her heart.

The sincerity in his words made Lin Jiu blush.

Everyone felt a pang of pain in their teeth.

Suddenly, Lin Jiu's low voice came from the stairs:

"Shut up too."

The tone was so gentle that Qianhe could even hear a hint of shyness in it.

Helpless? Compromise? Pampering?

I guess it’s hard to tell them apart…