Second-generation ancestor

It was almost noon when Bai Hao woke up. Although he was injured and had something to worry about, he couldn't sleep for a few hours.

He got up, drank some porridge, put on a coat, took the brochure Lin Xin had left for him, and walked to Bai Shuwang's study room.

After the night, he had some questions and wanted answers.Did Mrs. Jing'an have a tacit understanding with her father?Did he instruct Jing'an to contact the heirs of the three sects and five sects?

Suddenly, he pushed open the door with his hand, and at this moment Bai Shuwang was standing by the table, writing quietly.With a serious look, all the questions were suddenly buried on the side of the tongue, shivering and unable to ask.

Since childhood, Bai Shuwang has always been like a mirror, standing tall and mighty in Bai Hao's life.The Bai family does not have the most holy martial arts and cultivation, but they have been admired for generations, relying on justice and conscience.

"Are you awake?" Bai Shuwang raised his eyes, frowning slightly, "You didn't even knock on the door?"

Bai Hao clasped his hands together: "It's my son who is abrupt."

Bai Shuwang put down his pen and continued: "When Ziming found you, he was already unconscious. He was lying next to you for a long time, and he died for a long time. After inspection, he was a disciple of Huayin Hall. When the body was sent back, Huayin Hall was in the middle of a funeral. I heard that Yin Ru died suddenly due to a serious illness." It seemed to be a statement and a question.

"The world is unpredictable." Bai Hao sighed.

"What happened to that young man? Who hurt you?"

"When I arrived, the young man had already passed away. There were many people who injured me. They were lying in bed at night and coming out at night. It seemed that they had been prepared. Moreover, the sky was too dark, so I didn't see clearly."

"Be more careful when you go out in the future."

Bai Hao took out the booklet and handed it over with both hands: "The young man gave it to me before he died. I trouble you to come forward and return it to the disciples of Huayintang, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble."

"How did Song Dongyang check?"

Bai Haodao: "In the martial arts competition that day, I found that Song Dongyang has no internal strength, and the inner alchemy has been dispersed for a long time, so it should be based on his ability... But this does not mean that the Song family's affairs have nothing to do with him."

Bai Shuwang took the brochure and said, "Go back and have a good rest. You won't have to get up early to practice these two days."

"Thank you dad." After Bai Hao finished speaking, he exited the study.

Back in the room, I asked the servant girl for pens and ink, and wrote a note, "Healing with empty air to return to the dust, meditate and forget worries, concentrate on the empty pulse, and calm down on the heartbeat." After drying, send someone to send it to Song Dongyang.After being busy for two days, he actually forgot to promise that person to help him recover his inner alchemy.

After handing over the note, Bai Hao dressed to freshen up, took off his clothes, only to see blood oozing slightly from his chest, faintly seeping through a little white cloth, then tied it tight again, changed out of the ordinary plain clothes, and wore a black Coarse cloth, took a short sword, and walked out the door refreshingly.

Crossing Santiao Avenue to the north is Shuanggui Lane. Half an hour's walk is not too far. Turning around the entrance of the alley is the place where Lin Xin committed suicide.The gate of the courtyard faces east, and there are two urchins teasing the dog at the gate. The earth dog is crawling in the sun, closing its eyes and resting its mind as if dead. There is also a woman nursing the child by the stone pier in sunny days.

Bai Hao didn't show up, and slipped in from the side wall.A maid in the yard was drying clothes, walked through the yard, walked along the corridor to the inner hall, looked in through the window, the pens, inks, papers and inkstones on the table were arranged neatly, and the calligraphy and paintings on the wall were very beautiful.He listened attentively, but there was no sound, so he turned over and went inside, checking the table and the cabinet one by one.

There are scratches on the table with a knife, and it can be seen that it has been used for a long time for several years. I think this family should be local.The ink on the table is also local ink, the quality of which is black and clear. Grind it twice with an ink setter, the sound is clear and not rough. Ordinary people can't afford such a good inkstone.Fragrance disperses, containing musk, bear bile, and borneol.

Looking at the brushes again, the best "Kandong Liaowei" is located in the south, but they are accustomed to using northern brushes.A person can hide his accent and family background, but he cannot hide his habits.The tighter and softer the body, the more identity can be exposed.

Bai Hao thought, this patriarch must be transparent from north to south.

The doorman's moves are fierce and fierce, and they can retreat overnight without leaving any traces or causing any movement. The courtyard where they hide is also an old courtyard with many years of roots. Low-key and extravagant, who in the world has such power and financial resources?I'm afraid there is only Secret Language Pavilion.

But why did the Secret Language Pavilion want to harm Lin Xin?Bai Hao suddenly remembered the man in black last night, his bright eyes were as deep as a wolf in the darkness, revealing indifference, ", "Pavilion Master"... The Secret Language Pavilion Master came in person, and even though he had a chance, he didn't kill him, and even took Lin Xin What is the purpose of putting the brochure on him? The Song family... Could it have something to do with the Song family's murder?

Bai Hao closed his eyes, the small Qingcheng, with mountains on three sides and a river on one side, the Song family has been entrenched here for many years, and even allowed the members of the Bai family to set up a separate courtyard under their noses, build a hall to eliminate demons, and accommodate all kinds of sects and five sects people come and go to rest.

On the surface, the city is safe and peaceful, but in fact, the dark tide is surging.Now add Secret Words Pavilion, does Song Jing really not know, or pretend not to know?

It seems that everything should be investigated from the murder case of the Song family.

Song Dongyang received the note, opened it and read it silently, the handwriting was bright and clear, but the corner of the pen peak was full of vigor, and it seemed that he was a stubborn person.It's just that he didn't expect that he still remembered these little things.Put them together and put them in your arms, then fanned and continued to fight crickets with the girls.

Ye Shun took the jug, walked into the outer room, and walked into the room. The maids saw that this man was still acting foolish and smelled of alcohol, and they covered their noses and retreated in twos and threes.

Song Dongyang waved his hand, about to coax people out of the door.

"Hey... what are you doing? You're driving me away just now." Ye Shun said dissatisfied.

"If you don't drive me away, old drunkard, you scared away all my beauties." Song Dongyang was really dissatisfied.

"I'm gone, why don't I play crickets with you." After saying that, he threw the wine pot and was about to serve.

Song Dongyang pushed him and said, "I had a good time with the beautiful girl? What do you want!"

"I'm not good-looking enough? More than enough to accompany you."

"Tsk tsk..." Song Dongyang seriously disliked it, "You are handsome, but the combination of eyes, ears, mouth and nose is really disgusting."

Ye Shun raised his eyes to look at the roof and sighed with emotion: "Wooden heart, wooden heart. By the way, why don't you go and see the kid named Bai? On weekdays, there is one brother at a time. Something will happen, and you can hide it better than anyone else." Far."

Song Dongyang continued to play with the crickets without raising his head: "Didn't you say that it's just some flesh and blood wounds, and there's nothing serious about it? If it's not serious, what's so good about it? On the contrary, it's getting close to your eyes, which is annoying. Besides, his life is precious, There are so many jealous people, if this hurts me..."

Ye Shun took a sip of wine and shook his head: "White-eyed wolf."

"It's just one more sentence, so it's called cold." After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and started playing again.

"I know there is a house in Qingcheng, Yanhong Pavilion, and there is a kind of good wine called Rougezui, how about we go and taste it together?"

"Do you know where this Rouge Pavilion is? I'm afraid that you will never return because of your handsome appearance?"

"Could it be that there are poisonous snakes and beasts? I don't care where they are? The key is to drink good wine. Don't talk nonsense, just say whether to go or not?"

"Go! Why don't you go." Song Dongyang's eyes lit up, "What is a poisonous snake and beast to you is not to me."

Sensual and sensual, wine and wealth.Singing is a happy song, drinking is water of forgetting love.

When Ye Shun saw the door, the expression on his face changed from joy to anger, sorrow and joy in an instant. In the end, by coincidence, he had a sad face. My stomach hurts, and I can't walk while holding on to the threshold.

"Is it so funny? You Qingcheng people are really strange. You drink when you drink, this..." Just as she was talking, a girl who dressed herself as a big peach blossom hung her hands around Ye Shun's neck. Su said: "Grandpa, is this your first time here? There are better ones..." Before he finished speaking, Ye Shun pulled him down, pushed aside, and said with disgust: "Drink...you can drink when you drink, this This this……"

Song Dongyang laughed so hard: "Where did you come from? Hahaha... It's more like wood than Bai Hao's... Hahahahahahaha..."

"..."

Ye Shun's face became darker, he quickly dodged, and dodged a girl's bear hug, and said in a deep voice: "The South China Sea is a fairyland on earth, it's not like this..."

"The miasma? Furious?" Song Dongyang shook his folding fan, "No, no, it's a fairyland on earth that makes people forget their troubles." After finishing speaking, he paced into the room.

"Young Master Song! Uncle Song! You're here!" As soon as they met, Jinse anxiously approached Song Dongyang.

Song Dongyang stretched out his hand to stop it, and said, "Wait, did you eat cumin today?"

Jin Se frowned, her bitter face was comparable to the flesh of a raw melon, whether it was green or not, or red or not: "Mr. Song, did you see that your uncle Bai started from Maoshi? It's in the southeast corner, already sitting It's been more than three hours. I don't speak, I don't drink, and I have a pot of tea now."

Song Dongyang looked up, and although Bai Hao was dressed in coarse cloth, he only looked at the side face, neither happy nor angry, with sharp edges and corners, and he was very conspicuous in the crowd.

"You didn't ask the two girls to ask?" Song Dongyang raised his eyebrows and asked slightly teasingly.

"Oh! My lord, how dare I! Just that cold face, as if looking for fun? I can't afford to provoke a small family like me."

"Beautiful Jin, you are used to seeing the world, and you are so worthless today?" He lowered his head and whispered, "Give a catty of rouge to the brother behind me."

"One catty." Jinse frowned even deeper, "Are you going to let him drink to death? Rouge is as drunk as one or two half catties of wine."

Song Dongyang smiled: "It's good to drink to death. If you can let him drink to death, I will reward you a lot." After finishing speaking, he walked to Bai Hao in the corner with eight steps.

Song Dongyang picked up the teapot on the table, filled it with tea, and said with a smile: "Drinking tea in Yanhong Pavilion, the boss's business is not easy."

Bai Hao raised his head, glanced at Song Dongyang, picked up a new teacup, refilled it, and pushed it in front of Song Dongyang.

Song Dongyang opened the folding fan, slapped it twice, smiled, took a seat, picked up the teacup, and took a sip.

The sound of wine all around is hearty, the sound of laughter, play, and toasting are intertwined and reflect each other.Bai Hao glanced at his surroundings and said, "On the night when the Song family's accident happened, I checked all the business travelers, passenger ships, and inns and restaurants in the city, and there was nothing suspicious about it, so... this murder case was not caused by external forces. , I'm still one step away..." Bai Hao paused for a moment, and continued, "This is the place of fireworks, gambling houses and brothels. I came here today. In just three hours, I saw five or sixty people, and more than forty warriors. People, accounted for more than half, there are more than 60 disciples from three sects and five sects. This martial artist...including you."

The corner of Song Dongyang's mouth curved slightly: "Then you should look into this Rouge Pavilion, what kind of activities are hidden in the reception? There is still time to sit here and talk to me."

"Qingcheng is not big, but it has a lot of power. I have always wondered why President Song would allow such a situation to appear under his nose. Wake up checks and balances are restrictions, so what is found out must be on the table. Don’t worry if you don’t come out.”

Song Dongyang took a sip of tea, put down his teacup and said, "Why are you so concerned about the Song family's affairs?"

Bai Hao picked up the teapot and filled another cup for Song Dongyang: "Why are you so indifferent to the Song family's affairs?"