Jiaohua

Chapter 657 The Powerful Old Man (Part [-])
The little maid served the tea respectfully, the top-quality Huazhou white porcelain, the fragrance of Maojian tea was overflowing, and the heat was curling up.

Because it was still too hot, Xia Zhaoyi didn't go to get it, she straightened up her speech, and then went straight to the point, asking Mrs. Qu about Nianhuazhai, and directly mentioned the person's name, Tang Xiangsi.

During the process of her speaking, Mrs. Qu listened quietly the whole time, with a serious look on her face. After Xia Zhaoyi finished speaking, Mrs. Qu said gently: "Nianhuazhai has no mystery, it is just a shop, which was handed down by Li Shipin's ancestors." , every generation can turn to the genealogy. As for Tang Xiangsi, I seem to have heard of this name."

"Ma'am?" Xia Zhaoyi looked at her.

"Let me think about it." Mrs. Qu said, she picked up the teacup and blew lightly. Although she was fatter and her makeup was heavy, she behaved elegantly.

After a while of silence, Mrs. Qu said: "I heard my grandfather mention him when I was young. My grandfather was a rich man who liked to be arty, so he made friends with literati everywhere. Tang Xiangsi was among them."

"How's their relationship?"

"I don't know about it, but they are indeed friends. My hometown still has calligraphy and paintings donated by Tang Xiangsi. I can send someone to fetch them overnight for you to have a look."

If there are calligraphy and paintings, the handwriting can be seen, Xia Zhaoyi nodded: "So, please trouble Madam."

Mrs. Qu laughed: "Miss Ali, I'm not a person who likes to ask other people too much, but now you really aroused my curiosity. This Tang Xiangsi is my grandfather's friend, she must be very old, are you How did you recognize it?"

"It's a book," Xia Zhaoyi said, "I once bought a collection of his handwritten essays, which I found quite beautiful. It says that he has some connections with Hengxiang."

"So it's Mucai who came here," Mrs. Qu smiled, "An article that can attract Miss Ali's praise is definitely the best in the world."

Xia Zhaoyi also laughed: "Mrs. Xie praised me."

The evening wind turned cold, and dew appeared on the lake. Xia Zhaoyi sat down for a while, drank the tea in his cup, declined Mrs. Qu's dinner invitation, and got up to say goodbye.

Mrs. Qu didn't stay any longer, but personally sent Xia Zhaoyi to the door, and asked people to carry the sedan chair.

Xia Zhaoyi declined again.

Mrs. Qu had no choice but to smile lightly and said: "If you are busy today, what about tomorrow? If you are not busy tomorrow, you can stay and have a meal when you come here to look at calligraphy and paintings."

It's true that nothing will happen tomorrow, if Wang Caiqi has come over, that would be great, if she doesn't want to come over, she doesn't need to force her.

Xia Zhaoyi nodded: "Okay, tomorrow."

Qu Mansion is located in Beicheng, it is a very good location, full of rich and noble families, quiet and elegant, very few ordinary residents.

But the courtyards of rich and noble families are not lit up everywhere. After Xia Zhaoyi left after leaving, he still had to walk a long, secluded and dark road to reach the brightly lit streets.

The night was getting thicker and thicker, and the sky and the earth were covered with fog. She was carrying a small oil ball lamp, and the light was not far away, and there was a very faint halo on the ground.

Because of family affairs, she walked a little faster, recalling in her mind the calligraphy, paintings, corridors, and stone formation organs that His Highness Qianqiu had seen, and the last thing that could not get rid of was the three characters, "Passed Guest".

The snow settles the storm, and the clouds welcome the strangers.

There is also that song, the stranger from the mountain temple, the mountain and the sea come in the middle of the moon.In the old dream of the past, peach blossoms smile and float.

The old Taoist priest who sold her books at the Congyun Market in Tangzhou said that there is only one copy of "Moving City" in the world, and it has been circulated in Buddhist temples for more than 300 years.

More than 300 years, but Mrs. Qu said that her grandfather and Tang Xiangsi were old friends.

I don't know if it's the same person, but even if it is, Xia Zhaoyi doesn't feel terrible.

She has never believed in immortality, but she has no choice but to believe in the past, her existence is.

Moreover, she has a very strong intuition that this Tang Xiangsi, just like her, is...returning from the past.

What is that Qianqiu Palace?

Why did His Highness Qianqiu hide Tang Xiangsi under house arrest? Do they all know Tang Xiangsi's true identity?

And Tang Xiangsi, is he still alive now?
The further he walked, the slower Xia Zhaoyi walked.

At this time, the pinnae of her ears moved slightly, and she raised her head to look forward with a feeling.

The three people facing each other were all wearing black night clothes, with swords and knives on their backs.

The night fog was thick, and they met on a narrow road. The three people on the opposite side had no idea that there would be an old man walking silently and alone in the darkness. They really didn't catch the slightest footsteps.

Xia Zhaoyi didn't deliberately hunch his back anymore, his expression was dignified because of his thoughts, and he looked like a tall and wise old man under the night light.

The atmosphere suddenly became strangely quiet, thirty steps away, no one moved.

There was a sudden sound of light but hasty footsteps, and two men wearing the same night clothes as them ran out from the other side, one of them was not covered with a veil.

Xia Zhaoyi looked at him, a face that could not be called pretty, but it was easy to recognize.

Seeing Xia Zhaoyi, they paused for a moment, and then revealed a fierce look in their eyes.

Almost at the same time, the leader of the three men in black drew his weapon and strode towards Xia Zhaoyi.

The other two watched coldly, while the two who had just arrived raised their feet and walked towards the other two companions.

To deal with an old man, there is no need to pay extra attention.

But when he heard a gust of wind, the big man who was walking with the knife only had time to be shocked. He subconsciously raised his weapon, but his right arm was suddenly caught and buckled upside down. He removed the weapon, and at the same time forced his upper body to half-twist to the right. His elbow hit his back, his hind leg was kicked suddenly, his whole body fell down, followed by a series of heavy blows to several major joints of his body, and the next moment, the big man fell to the ground with a "bang!"

A set of flowing clouds and flowing water was completed in one go, but in the blink of an eye, the big man was brought down, and the rest of them didn't even react.

Immediately afterwards, everyone drew their weapons and rushed towards the old man.

Xia Zhaoyi picked up his finger and pulled it up to the thread, his little finger quickly stuck to the Wenluo mechanism of the small oil ball lamp, extinguished the flame, and walked up to him in the faint light.

Soon, Xia Zhaoyi discovered that these were all first-class masters.

If the big man hadn't been defenseless and was attacked by her first, she wouldn't have succeeded so easily.

But she has no companions, so she doesn't have many scruples. The opponent is a real sword, but because the weapon has no eyes, she is afraid of hurting the same kind, so she can let go without her.

And when it comes to listening to the position and agility, these people are no match for her in the dark.

The outcome will be decided after a while, and the small oil ball in Xia Zhaoyi's hand lights up again, hanging leisurely under her slender fingertips.

She looked coldly at the man in black who was covered in joint damage and couldn't get up, wondering if she should meddle in his own business.

The man in black may not be a good person, but a man in black who wants to kill an old man on the road is definitely not a good person.

It is even possible that these people will be unfavorable to Mrs. Qu.

At this time, he heard the sound of horseshoes, approaching from a distance, Xia Zhaoyi turned his head, and the outline of the man gradually became clear under the light of the small oil ball lamp.

Nie Huimo saw the situation here from a distance, slowed down his horse and came over, his eyebrows raised lightly: "Old man, are you beating these people alone?"

(End of this chapter)