"Can anyone explain to me how the inspection of the map stone went this time?"

After hearing Zhuo Zhan's question, everyone who realized that they were off topic looked at me and I looked at you, curling their lips and sticking out their tongues.

"Could it be that... we haven't found what we should check?" Zhuo Zhan looked at everyone with his eyes wide open, a feeling of helplessness rising in his chest.

Duan Fei grinded his teeth, with a grimace on his face, picked up a chopstick, tapped the edge of the bowl, and said in awe: "Well, Zhuangzi and I really checked, that's it... the results are too unsatisfactory."

"Talk about it." Zhuo Zhan said calmly, staring at Duan Fei without leaving his eyes.

"Well... the situation is like this. It didn't take much trouble to find out where Mr. Jiang and his research team were in Xize Country, because Mr. Jiang and the others lived in this Pixing Garden back then, and they were still the same as Fang Fei's father.

Very familiar." Duan Fei said, turning back and pointing at the big shopkeeper who was smiling to welcome the guests.

"oh?"

"Fang Fei's father said that Mr. Jiang and the others have lived in Erpi Xingyuan for a few months. Except for a trip to the palace city when they first arrived here, they have never been there again."

"That means the ruler here does not welcome them."

"That's right, so we both concluded at that time that the Kaitu Stone would definitely not be in Miyagi City."

"Are there any investigations on the big merchants in the country?"

Duan Fei was still tapping the table with his chopsticks, and his eyebrows were squeezed into a small mountain: "This is very difficult. You also know that Mr. Jiang has a personality and has many friends. If we really investigate..."

"If you have a lot of friends, you have to have some important points. Could it be that... you haven't found anyone?" Zhuo Zhan guessed the difficulties Duan Fei and the others encountered and asked.

Duan Fei and Zhuangzi looked at each other and nodded in unison.

Zhuo Zhan's face darkened, he pursed his lips, and asked calmly: "Run away? Dead? Or missing."

"Missing." Duan Fei sighed softly, looking sad.

"Can't find it?"

"Can't find it."

"Who is it?"

"The former general of Xize Kingdom, Qingyang Halberd."

Zhuo Zhan frowned slightly: "Why ex?"

Duan Fei spread his hands: "Fang Fei's father said that this Qingyang Halberd is now over seventy years old. When Mr. Jiang came here four years ago, he had already retired and returned home."

"Retired old general..." Zhuo Zhan said thoughtfully.

"That's right."

"Then he has moved out of Yuze Country now?"

"According to Fang Fei's father, this Qingyang Ji originally lived in Yuci's old house in Xize Country, but he disappeared after Mr. Jiang left."

"Have you ever gone to his old house to ask?" Zhuo Zhan asked.

"Zhuangzi went there." Duan Fei quickly pointed at Zhuangzi.

Zhuangzi looked at Zhuo Zhan's distrustful eyes and patted his chest anxiously: "Zhuangzi really didn't cut corners on this job. The main reason is that there is no one in his old house. It is sparse and there is only one person left."

It’s the old man who sweeps the floor and looks after the door. I asked the old man, and he said he didn’t know. He just said that four years ago, he dismissed all the domestic servants and left him alone to guard the yard.

Wherever you go, you just leave."

When Zhuo Zhan saw this, he didn't know what to say. After all, these two people really tried their best.

After a long while, Zhuo Zhan murmured: "Sometime, you can take me to Qingyang Ji's old house again."

"No, Zhuo Zhan, you don't trust me, Mr. Zhuang?"

Suddenly, a loud and melodious sound of a bamboo flute interrupted Zhuangzi's questioning, instantly brightening up the messy wine shop.

Everyone looked for the sound and saw a group of people surrounding a young man with a tangled hair near the front door of the restaurant, listening to the music with great interest.

The boy with the tangled hair was dressed in coarse cloth, but he was very clean and tidy. He also had a small leather bag slung across his body, which was filled with various wind instruments, including bamboo flutes, bone flutes, cave flutes, panpipes, and rulers.

Eight, Tao Xun... everything you need.

The little brother's thick lips pursed into a small O shape, and as the controlled air flow slowly blew out, the dark and slender fingers danced dexterously on the flute hole, and a string of melodious tunes flowed out like a stream, flowing smoothly.

Open your ears and flow into everyone's heart.

"It sounds so good!" Zhuo Zhan couldn't help but admire, he suddenly stood up and walked with Chi Ju in the direction of the flute player.

Glancing through the crowd, Zhuo Zhan was slightly startled.

I saw a pair of strange white eyes on the little brother's dark and shiny face, as if the whole eyeball was turned over, and there was no trace of black eyes at all. But the eyes were wide open. At first glance,

At first glance, it was really scary.

Zhuo Zhan frowned slightly, looked back at Chi Yu, and touched his eyes with two fingers.

Chi Yu nodded, looking sad.

Zhuo Zhan instantly understood that this little brother was blind.

"Hey! Xiaodan is here again." Zhuangzi twisted his thick waist and squeezed in.

The beautiful flute sound suddenly stopped.

"Hey, Master Zhuang!" The younger brother put down the flute in his hand, stood up from his seat, and smiled brightly in the direction where Zhuangzi's voice came from.

"Are these two people... so familiar?" Zhuo Zhan looked at Zhuangzi, then at Xiao Dan, and asked curiously.

"Yes, Xiao Dan, you come to Pi Xing Yuan to play almost every day, and you are very familiar with the rest of us." Chi Yu said softly.

"Why didn't you come yesterday?" Zhuangzi walked up to Xiao Dan, put his arm around his shoulders familiarly, pressed Xiao Dan, and sat on a bench with him.

"Yesterday I went to Dongcheng Master Teng's birthday party to play. It was already dark when it ended, so I didn't come over."

"Hey, that's a big job. How much do you earn?" Zhuangzi bowed his head at the small order, with a money-obsessed look on his face.

"No more, no more, just a Huang Bei." Xiao Dan bowed and responded humbly.

Zhuangzi nodded, touched his pocket, took out a yellow shell, rubbed it on his front, picked it up and blew on it, spread out Xiaodan's hand, and slapped it loudly in his hand: "Today

My brother Zhuo Zhan is here, Master Zhuang, I will take care of you and give you a special blowjob for us!"

Xiao Dan rubbed the Huang Bei in his hand and immediately smiled. He hurriedly bowed and thanked: "Thank you so much, Mr. Zhuang, thank you so much!"

"Let's go!" After Zhuangzi said that, he picked up the small order and dragged it to his table.

Xiao Dan hurriedly touched the thick bamboo stick leaning against the corner and pointed the way forward in a panic, but was still dragged over by the strong man, knocking down a row of stools along the way.

Zhuo Zhan hugged his shoulders, stared at the little order's every move, and smiled playfully: "Interesting."

Duan Fei came over and patted Zhuo Zhan's arm, interrupting his thoughts: "What are you doing? Go back and sit down quickly. There are a lot of unique skills in this little job. I remember you can also play the flute. It's just a good time to learn from each other.

.”

Everyone returned to the table and sat down again. The strong man kept his arms around the little one, very intimate.

"Small order!"

Fang Fei Qianran, dressed in a light gauze skirt, walked over from the back hall, holding a large pile of pottery bowls and placed them on the table. Chi Yue and Duan Yue hurried over to help them place them. The waiter who had been following Fang Fei carried them

He picked up the copper kettle and poured the clear liquid into the small bowl.

"Snow fungus juice, it's hot, I'll drink a bowl of it. Come on, Xiao Dan, I'll give you this bowl."

Fangfei seemed to take special care of the small order and specially brought it to him.

Zhuo Zhan turned around and glanced at the big shopkeeper who was looking this way, and asked in a low voice: "Fang Fei, your father is such a rigid person, how can you allow entertainers to come in and come every day?"

Fang Fei smiled sweetly, glanced at Xiao Dan, and said calmly: "He saved my life, and I have nothing to repay him. I can only ask my father to let him come to perform every day."

"Oh, okay, buddy, there's such a heroic deed!" Zhuangzi bowed his head and teased.

Xiao Dan smiled weakly and quickly explained: "Miss Fang Fei is exaggerating. I was in the back street at that time, and happened to meet a few gangsters who were looking for trouble for Miss Fang Fei. You know, I am like this, even if there are

I want to save her, but I don't have the ability, so I can only... I can only protect her and let them all hit me..." Xiao Dan smiled sheepishly after finishing speaking.

"You don't know, Xiao Dan was injured all over his body in order to protect me, not to mention how scary he was." Fang Fei said seriously.

"It's just Miss Fangfei who is kind-hearted and willing to take care of me." Xiao Dan scratched his head, his dark face turned purple.

Zhuo Zhan sneered, shook his head helplessly, looked at the little Dan, and said coldly: "Then let me listen to the song that everyone is praising, what is it like."

"Okay, the song "Looking at the Emperor's Mausoleum" is embarrassing."

As soon as he finished speaking, the bright bamboo flute touched his lips, and the long and melodious tune slowly flowed out, instantly capturing everyone's hearts.

The whole air seems to have solidified, and the passionate but not cramped main melody is full of power without losing a sense of agility. The entire music is full of emotions and majestic. Sometimes it is exciting, sometimes sad, sometimes intoxicated, sometimes sad...

Everyone listened and tasted it, and they were all drawn into it. Even if the last note completely dissipated, they could not get out for a long time.

"Haha, you're showing off your humiliation." Xiao Dan's respectful voice rang out, bringing everyone back from their thoughts.

"How about it, Zhuo Zhan, our great blind folk artist, isn't it bad?" Zhuangzi winked and winked at Zhuo Zhan, as if he was the one performing just now.

Zhuo Zhan opened his eyes, clapped his hands happily, and said with heartfelt approval: "Not bad, really good, it really deserves its reputation!"

Hearing Zhuo Zhan's praise, Fang Fei was also very happy and said quickly: "That's right, Xiao Dan can make flowers come out of anything, even a small leaf, he can also play nice music!"

Xiao Dan smiled brightly, and handed the bamboo flute towards Zhuo Zhan with both hands: "I heard that Mr. Zhuo is also familiar with music. I wonder if we can have a discussion."
To be continued...