After the Fairy Disappeared Chapter 576

  Chapter 576 The Other Side of Lingxu City

  The box is exquisite, with a maple leaf mark on the surface, which is probably the unique mark of Master Shuangye.

  He Lingchuan opened the box, and saw a wax-sealed white pill lying inside.

   "Master Shuangye gave it to me with his own hands. He just made it three days ago." Fu Shanyue smiled and said, "You swallow it now, and you will be able to run and jump after a while."

  You are not joking, the elixir given to Fu Shanyue by the Demon Emperor on such occasions would not be harmful.

  He Lingchuan put away the box: "It's a waste to swallow it directly, I'll keep it to save my life later."

  He was curious: "There are four great masters in Bega, what is the relationship between them?"

"The two masters of Beijia are human beings, and the two are great monsters. This ancient system has not changed for more than five hundred years." interact more often.”

  He Lingchuan nodded and asked a key question:

   "Then what about the relationship between Qingyang Guoshi and Shuangye Guoshi?"

  Fu Shanyue wondered: "Why do you ask this?"

   "Our case has been investigated by the Qingyang National Master, so we should not learn more about them?"

  These words were very meaningful, which made Fu Shanyue think for a while.

"These two are not too harmonious." He took a sip of wine, "Qingyang Guoshi has the longest qualifications and is the most experienced in deploying Yuanli; Shuangye Guoshi is next, most trusted by the gods, and is also the one who has traveled the most abroad National teacher. I heard that he has a very deep personal relationship with many foreign kings, such as Baling Kingdom, Jing Kingdom, etc."

  He Lingchuan said in surprise: "This is okay? Isn't the emperor annoyed?"

  The national teacher of Lingxu City flirts with the monarchs of other countries, does the demon emperor turn a blind eye?

   "What's the big deal?" Fu Shanyue smiled and said, "Does Master Shuangye dare to rebel? Besides, maybe there is a **** behind this."

  Who knew?

  But he immediately lowered his voice: "The first emperor, he relied more on Qingyang National Teacher."

  After lunch, He Lingchuan changed into coarse clothes and pretended to be a servant, and then slipped out the back door with the chubby cook in a bullock cart carrying waste.

   To run such a large house, at least a dozen servants are needed, from weeding and watering flowers, shopping and cooking to various chores.

  The labor in Lingxu City is very expensive.

  Mrs. Ying's house in Dunyu, the capital of Xiazhou, also needs to be taken care of daily, and the average labor cost is less than 30% of that here. And from now on, the one who pays them is He Lingchuan, alas.

  He has just moved to Panshan House, and there are not many insiders, but he tries to act cautiously.

   After making sure he wasn't being targeted, he separated from his servants at the fork in the road, turned around and entered the carriage and horse dealership, and hired a donkey cart to go to the Nanli District.

  The bighorn blue sheep was eating the dewy grass in the backyard of Pan Shan's house. Its shape was too sharp, and it was not suitable for He Lingchuan's trip this time.

   Fortunately, Panshan House is on the edge of the main urban area, and going south is Nanli District. In this way, the donkey cart walked unhurriedly for an hour, adding some oil with three carrots in the middle.

  He Lingchuan's destination is a hill called Fengchi Mountain, which looks like a phoenix spreading its wings from a distance.

  Of course, there are not many high mountains in Lingxu City, and everyone is a short peak lying on the ground. The donkey cart meanders upwards along the winding mountain road, and there is a lot of greenery, and the old banyan trees are the most.

  Passing through several villas along the way, the gates are all closed. The stream is ding-dong, and the afterglow of the setting sun passes through the thick branches and leaves, the long banyan whiskers, and casts mottled tree shadows on the towering walls.

   The years are quiet and good.

  On Fengchi Mountain, there are only ten families.

   But this is not He Lingchuan's final destination. The donkey cart was just taking a shortcut. It went down the mountain from the fork, and soon turned to the foot of the mountain on the other side of Fengchi Mountain.

  The main road is still wide and flat, but after turning into it from the small road beside the market and walking for two or three miles, the flying dust and stench are blowing in your face.

  The town by the lake is very small, mainly for the distribution of fishing products from nearby lakes and rivers, so the smell of fish almost pickles every pillar and every piece of ground, and it can't be cleaned no matter how much it is washed.

  He Lingchuan got off here.

  Dignitaries will never come to this kind of place, and even ordinary civilians have to cover their noses when passing by.

  But He Lingchuan didn't blink, walked to the pier and found the oldest old fisherman, handed him two pieces of chewing tobacco and a leaf: "I'm looking for Lao Ge."

  The old man was dark and thin, dry as if dehydrated. He was sitting on the harness of the fishing raft, staring at the water in a daze. He Lingchuan watched him for a while, and found that he didn't even move his eyes, like a wooden sculpture.

  Hearing He Lingchuan's words, he took the chewing tobacco very quickly, and immediately peeled a piece into his mouth, and began to chew.

  Of course he also glanced at the leaves, made a gesture of "follow up" and walked ashore.

  The banyan leaves provided by He Lingchuan are unique, with gold edges on both sides of the green leaves.

   This is naturally generated, and Lao Ge uses it as a business card. Of course no one would fake this.

  The old fisherman led He Lingchuan to the town, his left leg was lame, his left shoulder was collapsed, and his movements were very uncoordinated.

  It seems that more than a dozen boats of fishing goods have just been received, and the whole town is very busy.

  Busy but quiet, it seems that people here don't like to talk. When the old fisherman led He Lingchuan past, everyone just raised their eyes and continued with their work.

   All kinds of silvery, lively big fish are in stark contrast to the dilapidated town.

  How many people know that these lake delicacies will pass through the hands of fishermen full of rough knots and calluses before they are served on the table of Zhongming Ding Shijia by category?

  There is a small stone shell house on the edge of the town. When you look closer, you realize that the outer wall is not a stone shell, but clam shells and other shells. But the house is relatively tidy, there are no debris in the yard, and there is no fishy smell in the town.

   "Old Ge."

  He Lingchuan called out.

   Immediately there were several shadows flickering on the nearby treetops and on the short cliff behind.

   There are humans, there are mandrills, and there are other monsters.

   It seems that Monkey has many people under his command.

  A shadow flashed in the room, and the gibbon came out.

   "Ah, isn't this Mr. He?"

  As soon as it raised its hand, the probing figures around it shrank back.

  He Lingchuan smiled: "Do you still recognize me?"

"Of course!" Lao Ge grinned his mouth to the base of his ears, showing his big yellow teeth, "You are Chiyan's special envoy, and you came here to investigate the case of elixir. I heard that the post house was bombed last night. Are you okay? ?”

  This old monkey is really well informed.

  He Lingchuan shook his head.

  Old Ge looked at the old fisherman again, "Did you not take the main road? Did you come by the lake?"

   "Yeah, save time."

   Coming from the main road, you won't see the rags and hustle and bustle of the town anymore. Now that he is like this, it seems that he is also very cheap. Lao Ge muttered in his heart, and waved his hand at the old man, who turned around and limped away.

   "Why do you stay here?" This big horse monkey seems to make a lot of money, right?

   "The largest lake in Nanli District is here, and I've been here for decades." Lao Ge gritted his teeth, "I'm too lazy to move."

   "I see that there are still many people living in the town who do not engage in fishing business." There are many dilapidated houses in the town, and there are residents;

"Those are poor people from other places, thinking that Lingxu City is full of gold, and they all want to come to make a fortune. Only when they come here do they know that they are dreaming." Old Ge laughed, "I don't have two copper coins in my pocket all year round. If I don't live in the shack here , they can only sleep on the street.”

  Land in Lingxu City is expensive, so the rent cannot be cheap.

  In such a luxurious place, the life of the poor is even more difficult.

  He Lingchuan asked him: "You said, if I have anything to do, I can just call you?"

   "Yes, yes!" Lao Ge said with a smile, "If you have something to do, just tell me, whatever is convenient or inconvenient, I can do it here!"

   "Looking for someone?"

  The gibbon slapped its chest loudly: "No problem. Come in!"

  He welcomed He Lingchuan into the shell house.

  After entering, the gibbon raised its chest, and its momentum changed: "Who are you looking for? Live or dead?"

  Here is also very clean, the surface of the wooden table is covered with a layer of shiny coating, but there is also a blue porcelain vase with a bouquet of small flowers in it.

  This is probably a reception desk to talk about face-saving projects. Because he saw a lot of sundries in the inner room through the slightly opened door at the back.

  Feeling He Lingchuan's gaze, the old ape stretched out his arms and quickly closed the door leading to the back.

   "It was still alive yesterday, but it may not be now." He Lingchuan looked back, "Yesterday the posthouse exploded, you already know it."

   "Ah, I heard about it this morning." Lao Ge scratched his head, "This kind of thing hasn't happened for more than a hundred years."

   "The one that was bombed was my guest room."

  Old Ge paused, as if he was digesting the news, and then asked, "You want me to find the murderer?"

"What murderer?" He Lingchuan didn't even blink, "I asked you to help find two people, both of whom were small, dark-skinned, dry and thin, with red eyes. One had big and bulging eyes, like a frog, and the other He always likes to sniff his nose. Both of them have fish scale-like peeling skin on their arms, and they have a faint fishy smell."

  He thought about it again: "They have two points of similar appearance, they are probably brothers."

  Old Ge immediately said: "Maybe they are living by the water."

   "That's why I came to you." He Lingchuan took out a piece of silver, "I want to know their names and addresses, where they usually hang out. Can you do it?"

   "This job is risky." Lao Ge pondered, "Those who dare to blow up the posthouse must be extremely vicious!"

  He Lingchuan took out another ingot of silver.

   "No name or surname, send more people out to look for it."

  Three ingots of silver.

  Old Ge's eyebrows were stretched: "They may want to retaliate afterwards!"

  He Lingchuan didn't give any more, but took back the silver that was revealed: "I don't want to accept it, right? I'll find someone else."

   "Hey, hey!" Lao Ge hurriedly grabbed the silver from him, "Go, go! Mr. He is generous, I will give you a message in three days!"

   "Too long, two days."

   "Okay, okay." Lao Ge said with a smile, "I don't treat you well, what would you like to drink, juice?"

  It conveniently took a small pot without a lid from the cabinet at the back, took out a wooden cup, and filled it up.

   It's the last day of March, ask for a monthly pass!

  (end of this chapter)

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