Three-pot porridge and naan

Waking up early in the morning the next day, Mo Li hurried to Shangjing, and kept Captain Ye behind to go to Leng Yewu to explain clearly.

Detective Ye raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, he would have to be eaten raw by Master Leng and his subordinates...

Leng Yewu led people to search all night but failed to find out the origins of the gang last night. He was rushing to the post station at the moment, passing by the market, and asked Wu Dali to buy breakfast for his brothers. Ready to go on the road, I saw Captain Ye coming on horseback.

"Master Leng..." Detective Ye trembled slightly with his clasped fists.

Leng Yewu raised his eyelids: "Huh?"

"I, my lord has returned to Shangjing..."

"..."

Detective Ye only felt that the air around Leng Yewu's body was so cold that even his horse couldn't help but want to turn around and run away.

"Big... my lord, the little one still has something to do, so I'll take my leave first!" Detective Ye quickly put his legs between his horse's belly and flashed away!

Wu Dali scratched his head: "What are you doing that runs faster than a rabbit..."

"However, Master Mo is too unkind, and he didn't accompany us to Xiaohe to be scolded... He ran away by himself."

With a "click", Leng Yewu broke a wooden branch he was playing with in his hand, and Wu Dali took a deep breath.

"Go to the station first, and then go to Xiaohe."

At noon on August [-]th, Mo Li hurried back to Shangjing. He went to look for Wandong, but Wandong didn't open the stall today. After asking Wandong's neighbors, he found out that Wandong went back to Xuejiazhuang for the Mid-Autumn Festival. He should be in Xuejiazhuang for the past few days. .

Mo Li didn't go out of the city to look for Wandong in Xuejiazhuang, but went back to the government office.

After going to the government office to take a bath and change clothes, someone brought a letter to Wandong, telling him that Yan Hanyue was kidnapped.

Wandong received the message from the person sent by Mo Li, so it was night.

To say that Yan Hanyue was kidnapped, it is very likely that the lady from the Zhu family sent someone. Of course, he has no evidence and dare not speak nonsense.

Mo Li's men left after reporting the letter. Wandong went to his blacksmith's shop and struck iron for an hour. As soon as he came out of the blacksmith's shop, Mei Xiaobai came to look for him.

"Cousin, Douzi and the others want me to call you to play dice with them for a while."

"You guys play, I'm going to the city."

"Huh? What are you doing in town so late?"

"Go out tomorrow, otherwise there will be no small money."

Mei Xiaobai touched his pocket: "Cousin, let me rent you for one night!"

rent……

Wandong slapped Mei Xiaobai on the forehead with a "snap".

"Ow!"

Mei Xiaobai screamed while covering her buzzing head.

"If you don't know how to speak, think it through before you speak." Wandong said coldly without raising his eyelids.

Wandong packed up and rushed the last bus from Zhou Langdu into the city.

Mei Xiaobai followed him halfway back to find Douzi and they went to play dice.

After entering the city, he changed into his night clothes and went to Zhu's house in the north of the city.

Zhu Lenghe and Fang Zixian were talking in the wing room, when they saw a dart hit the screen in the room, they were startled, Fang Zixian chased them out, but came back immediately without seeing anyone.

Zhu Lenghe walked towards the screen and was about to take down the dart when Fang Zixian stood in front of her.

"I'll do it." He was afraid that the darts would get poisoned.

Fang Zixian took off the note on the dart, and saw that it said: Come to Houshan to see you, your Grandpa Meihua has something to do with you, otherwise this place will be set on fire.

"..."

The crooked handwriting seems to be intentional.

Fang Zixian: "Will you go? Or send someone else to go."

Zhu Lenghe shook her head: "There's no need to send anyone else, I'll go."

"Then I'll go too."

Wandong didn't wait long in the woods behind Zhu's mansion when he saw Zhu Lenghe and Fang Zixian coming hand in hand.

"Grandpa thought you were afraid to come." Wandong sat on the tree, shaking his legs.

Zhu Lenghe took a step forward and saluted him: "Grandpa Meihua, Yan Hanyue was kidnapped by my people, please forgive me."

"Five lives are exchanged for one Hanyue, do you think it's worth it?" Wandong asked back with raised eyebrows.

Zhu Lenghe's breath was a little messy, and his chest was also rising and falling: "No! You don't understand, they all went to die safely to avenge their relatives, their brothers, and their master!"

Wan Dong narrowed his eyes: "How do you say that?"

"Forty bodyguards from the Zhu family died in the desert farther west of the Western Regions. It was the young master of the Demon Palace who worshiped the Yi Sect in the West! And the whereabouts of the people in the Demon Palace are secretive. No one in the Central Plains knows where their lair is. Only Yan Hanyue came from the Demon Palace." Gong came back alive... The little girl is not trying to cover up Yan Hanyue's crimes, but only he knows where the devil palace is, and only he can fulfill the wish of everyone in the Zhu family to avenge their brothers!"

Zhu Lenghe stepped forward and knelt down: "Please forgive me this time, and fulfill my painstaking efforts of revenge."

"...Don't just kneel." Wandong dodged to the big tree behind them.

Fang Zixian's whole body trembled, what kind of ghostly lightness kungfu is this, I'm afraid it's faster than Yan Hanyue...

So it was this Grandpa Meihua who caught Yan Hanyue that day? ?

"So it was you." Fang Zixian exclaimed.

Wandong let out an "ah" before realizing why Fang Zixian was so surprised.

He hooked his lips and smiled: "Otherwise? Do you think there is anyone else in Shangjing who can catch Yan Hanyue? But that little bastard is not as powerful as you think, the whip is weak, and it seems that his kidneys are not good..."

Fang Zixian: "..."

Zhu Lenghe: "...you always know a lot."

Wandong hugged her chest: "I don't care what you do with the Devil's Palace in the Western Regions, it's your grievance, but since you did the prison robbery, you have to take responsibility, Gao Lili case and Xiao He's flower picking case The government needs to close the case, and Yan Hanyue must be handed over to the government."

Zhu Lenghe: "I understand."

Wandong jumped off the tree and walked towards them slowly: "However, you can still consider the matter of Yan Hanyue taking you to the Demon Palace."

Zhu Lenghe was overjoyed: "Within half a year, Yan Hanyue will be sent to the Xiaohe government."

The corners of Wandong's lips trembled slightly: "You are not afraid that Yan Hanyue will hear it, so I won't show you the way. To kill a donkey, the donkey must be obedient. Or did you say that just to stabilize me?"

Zhu Lenghe sighed, this person... is so difficult to deal with.

Having said that, Wandong still didn't trouble Zhu Lenghe, he knew that Zhu Lenghe would not let go if the Zhu family's revenge was not avenged, so it would be better to sell Zhu Lenghe as a favor and fulfill her desire for revenge.

However, he didn't know whether it was helping Zhu Lenghe or pushing Zhu Lenghe into the fire pit.

If the affairs of the world can be explained clearly, there will not be so many cases to be dealt with in the Yamen, and there will not be so many monks in the Wanguo Temple.

He said earlier that this case is much more troublesome than the Kang family's case...

I don't know how Zhu Lenghe made sense of Yan Hanyue. On the night of August [-]th, Zhu Lenghe took the Zhu family's twelve guards and left Shangjing, embarking on the westward road of revenge.

Of course, Fang Zixian followed suit.

Wandong didn't know what skill the young master of the Demon Palace was, or where he should be ranked in the Central Plains Jianghu list, but the young master of the Demon Palace could lead someone to rob Zhu's bodyguards, even forty bodyguards couldn't stop him. I know what rank it is.

Time passed quickly, and soon it was Jiujiu Chongyang.

On this day, Zou Wu'an invited Wan Dong to worship Buddha at Wan Guo Temple.

But let Wandong wait until the day to meet that monk Xuanji...

Wandong turned out the clothes his mother had given him and put them on again, letting the clothes dry in the sun.

"Xiao Wandong, let's go to Wanguo Temple...you don't need to wear such bright clothes...ahem." Zou Wu'an said with a blushing face.

Today's Wandong is dressed in a bright red robe embroidered with white plums, as gorgeous as a demon.

Zou Wu'an only felt that his breathing was about to stagnate, and he wished to ask Xuanji for a grain of eternal gold soup to continue his life.

"Help...it's killing me." Zou Wu'an thought all the way.

Wandong: "The monks' cassocks are much more gorgeous than mine, why don't you talk about them, but me."

"That being said..." Zou Wu'an thought for a moment, "That's right..."

Xuanji is a beautiful Buddhist disciple.

It's just too boring, if you don't talk to him during the dinner, he can not say a word.

So Wandong competed with him to see who could sit for a long time and who could keep silent. Obviously, Wandong lost...