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Chu Huan walked slowly behind the table and sat down, looked at the lunatic, and said with a faint smile, "Sir, do you want to put conditions on me?"

The lunatic smiled and said, "You want to know the secret of the peacock from me. If you can get the answer from someone else, you won't look for me." And you won't know the peacock's secret from me."

Chu Huan shrugged and said with a smile, "What conditions do you want to raise, sir?"

"Unless you can help me kill two people." The lunatic's expression became serious.

"Murder?" Chu Huan thought at first that the lunatic wanted to give him freedom, but he really didn't expect that he wanted to help him kill. He frowned, and said calmly: "Mr. is a scholar, and his murderous intent seems to be stronger."

"Scholars study for the purpose of ordering yin and yang, and unifying the universe." The lunatic said nonchalantly: "Some people have yin and yang upside down, and they can't distinguish between black and white. Do you think you should kill them?"

Chu Huan frowned: "Sir, you want to kill someone, but who do you want to kill?"

"The first one is Lang Wuxu." The lunatic stared into Chu Huan's eyes, "The second...!" He paused, and said word by word: "An Guogong Huang Ju!"

Chu Huan was really surprised this time.

If the condition proposed by the lunatic was to help him kill, Chu Huan could still deal with it calmly, but the other party wanted to kill Lang Wuxu and An Guogong Huang Ju, which Chu Huan could never have imagined.

Lang Wuxu is the servant of the household department, and An Guogong is an important member of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China. They are both high-ranking officials of the imperial court. Chu Huan couldn't figure out why such a scholar with no strength would want to kill him. Kill these two senior officials.

And he could also see that when the lunatic mentioned these two people, his eyes were full of seriousness, which obviously meant that he had a tooth-to-toe hatred with these two people.

What enmity is there between them?

Although Chu Huan was greatly surprised in his heart, his expression was still calm and composed. There was even a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he asked: "If I heard correctly, the ones you want to kill, sir, are the Minister of the Household Department and the other is the imperial servant." Yuan Xun, aren't you a bit too courageous? Do you know that the two of them can kill you without a burial as long as they move their fingers."

"I know." The lunatic raised his neck with no fear on his face: "But do you think I am a person who is afraid of death?"

"A person is not afraid of death, just because it is not the time to die." Chu Huan sighed: "When you really face death, you will not speak so lightly."

The lunatic laughed and said, "In that case, you can get a knife!" He tore open his skirt, pointed to his chest, "You can stab the blade in here and see if I can blink blink."

Seeing his calm expression, Chu Huan admired this man's courage.

"If you want me to kill someone, you should tell me a reason." Chu Huan frowned and said, "It's better for Lang Wuxu to say that since you know An Guogong, you should also know his position in our Great Qin. Not to mention the status in the middle school, not to mention the manpower he can mobilize, his Duke's mansion alone has supported countless servants, and I can conclude that behind him, there are many first-class masters, you should I know that An Guogong has always attached great importance to his own life. His Duke's mansion is of course heavily guarded, and no one can easily approach him. In addition, he is highly regarded by His Majesty the Emperor, do you think Chu, a mere petty official, can kill him?"

The lunatic stared at Chu Huan and said, "It seems that you don't want to know the secrets in the peacock picture!"

Chu Huan sighed, and said, "To tell you the truth, I really want to know what secrets are in it, but the conditions you put forward are too high. I don't think anyone can accept your conditions."

The lunatic closed his eyes, the corners of his mouth twitched, but he didn't speak.

Chu Huan leaned on the chair and said slowly, "What does the six dragons mean?"

The lunatic froze, opened his eyes, but Chu Huan stared at his face, and asked indifferently: "Since you know the secret in the picture, sir, naturally you don't know the secret of the six dragons?"

The lunatic said calmly, "Of course I know."

"What about the Bodhisattva?"

"I know."

"So, you also know the secret of Akuroro?" Chu Huan asked slowly.

The lunatic nodded and said: "Yes, I also know the secret. You can get everything you want to know from me, but Huang Ju and Lang Wuxu are immortal, so you don't want to know any secrets from me."

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At this time, Chu Huan showed disappointment, and sighed: "Mr. is a literati, who should be knowledgeable and reasonable, but he can't think of it, but he also talks nonsense."

The lunatic was startled, frowned and said, "You... what do you mean by that?"

Chu Huan said with a smile: "Actually, you don't know anything, and you don't even know the secrets in the peacock picture."

The lunatic changed color slightly, and his hands trembled.

"There is no secret about Akuroro at all." Chu Huan shook his head and sighed, "Sir, he claims to know everything, but his purpose is just to let me help you kill someone. It's a pity that the chips in your hand are too light."

He originally thought that the lunatic would show disappointment, but who knew that the lunatic suddenly laughed and asked, "Do you really think I don't know anything?"

Chu Huan let out an "oh" and asked back, "Could it be that Mr. Fei really knows something?"

The lunatic raised his hand and pointed to the picture of a peacock on the table, "If I didn't know anything, how could I draw that picture of a peacock? You don't think I didn't draw the murals on the wall?"

Chu Huan didn't doubt this when he said, and it was precisely because of this reason that Chu Huan had doubts in his heart.

The lunatic did indeed draw a picture of a peacock opening its screen, and the shape and movement of that picture of a peacock opening its screen were almost the same as the embroidery painting in the underground secret room of Puzhao Temple, so Chu Huan always felt that the lunatic must know something.

But just now he mentioned the six dragons, mentioned the Bodhisattva, and even made up the secret of Akuroro in order to test the lunatic. Long and Bodhisattva obviously didn't know about it either. The purpose of his admission was nothing more than to use this as a bargaining chip to make a deal with Chu Huan.

The words Chu Huan mentioned were all mentioned by Changmei A Shiduo before his death. Six dragons, Bodhisattva and even the mantra of suppressing demons are all closely related to peacocks.

A person who drew a picture of a peacock opening its screen didn't know anything about those terms. Chu Huan was disappointed, but felt faintly whether he had made a mistake in his judgment.

Maybe it's just a coincidence.

The picture of the lunatic was made unintentionally, but it fits the picture of the peacock embroidered on the screen, but this kind of coincidence is too bizarre. Chu Huan looked at the lunatic. Although the lunatic looked calm, Chu Huan followed him. But he couldn't feel the mysterious aura of yin and prey on Ashiduo's group.

Chu Huan didn't expect to know everything from the lunatic, but even if he knew the slightest clue, it would be very rewarding.

"I don't doubt that Mr. painted that painting." Chu Huan said with a smile: "I believe Mr. must have enough chips to negotiate a deal with me."

The lunatic sat upright and said, "Even if you don't believe that I know the secret of this picture, then you should believe that I know the source of this picture." He stared into Chu Huan's eyes, "Whether it is mountains, rivers, birds or animals, if you really want to It is difficult to draw real feelings without seeing them with your own eyes, and you will never have a good painting if you paint behind closed doors. I think you should know that my painting was not made by hand."

"I believe." Chu Huan nodded and said, "I believe that Mister must have seen this painting before."

"It's not too long." The lunatic said: "I can tell you that this picture was not long ago. If there is no accident, the original picture of that painting is still there."

"where?"

The lunatic laughed and said, "Seeing the heads of Huang Ju and Lang Wuxu, you will know where the original picture is."

"It seems that Mister is really ready to make a deal with me." Chu Huan sighed: "Since Mister is a scholar, I will definitely abide by the agreement. Now that I have your contract of sale, Mister will be considered as a member of my family in the future. gone."

The lunatic closed his eyes, remained silent for a moment, and finally said: "As long as Huang Ju and Lang Wuxu are dead, not only can you know where the original picture of the peacock's screen is, but I can also tell you everything I know. Besides, I will truly entrust this life to you, and I will be at your command for the rest of my life."

Chu Huan sighed: "Since that's the case, I have two questions to ask my husband first. If my husband can't answer these two questions, then we may not be able to talk any further!"

"what is the problem?"

"First of all, I should know the name of my husband." Chu Huan said.

The lunatic hesitated for a while, and finally said: "I am just an unknown person, my name is Du Fugong!" He smiled lightly, "You will never have heard of this name."

"I heard it now, and I will write it down." Although this lunatic is a literati, he is full of courage, and Chu Huan appreciates it a bit, "My second question is to ask, you and Lang Wuxu, What grudge does Huang Ju have?"

"Is it important?"

"A deal is a deal, but if you want me to help you kill people, it's just a reason for a deal, I think it's still difficult for me to do it." Chu Huan smiled lightly: "If I don't even know why you want to kill them , wouldn’t that be too confusing.”

"Okay, I'll tell you." The lunatic was also very happy, "The scholar died for his confidant, and I am still alive today, because I wanted to keep this life and took the heads of the two of them."

Chu Huan sighed: "Of course it is a very difficult thing." He had already said this very euphemistically.

Du Fugong has no power, no power, even poor, he has no strength to restrain a chicken, even if Lang Wuxu and Huang Ju stand in front of him and give him a knife, he may not be able to kill them.

But Du Fugong's tone was decisive, and Chu Huan could hear the deep-seated hatred in his voice. He really couldn't figure out how such a powerless scholar would have anything to do with the Duke of the Dynasty and the Minister of the Household Department. Deep hatred.