Zhe Jinchun

Chapter 328

"Lang Jun, we're almost here." Fen Qin's voice came over, with a bit of caution.

"Hmm", Huan Zicheng slowly opened his eyes, answered, and lifted the bamboo hat.

The bullock cart has already stopped in front of a shop, the shop is dilapidated and inconspicuous, if it weren't for the big "iron" character on the door, people might think that the shop has closed.

Fen Qin jumped out of the car first, gestured to the dumb slave, and walked into the shop.

Huan Zicheng also got out of the car slowly, but he didn't enter the shop, but waited outside the door.

After a while, I saw Fenqin coming out again, bowing down and saying: "Lang Jun, Lao Huo is inside, he said that the shovel has been finished, please come in and have a look."

As he spoke, he brushed off his sleeve uncomfortably, with a slumped face, looking unhappy.

No wonder he didn't like it.

This shop is indeed dirty and messy. Not only is it broken, but there is also a big furnace burning inside, which is so hot that sparks are spraying out, and the walls are all blackened. It is absolutely impossible for Huan Zicheng to come here. Kind of local.

However, that is the past after all, isn't it?
People change, let alone people who have died once?
He is still him, but he is not him.In his body, lived another soul.

Even though it was still his soul, the current him was not the original him after all.

Huan Zicheng felt a little emotional, nodded, and didn't speak, just put the bamboo hat on the car, and walked in with his long legs.

At this moment, Fen Qin didn't follow any more, but stood guard beside the car.It was the dumb slave who had been looking a little silly all the time, grinning and followed in.

The shop is a bit dark, some agricultural tools and ironware are piled up randomly, old and new are mixed, some utensils are covered with thick dust, it seems that no one has taken care of them for a long time.

Huan Zicheng seemed to be very familiar with this place, he didn't even look at it, he walked around the sundries, passed through the hall, and went straight to the inner room.

Inside is an extremely spacious room, which is where the iron is forged, and the temperature inside the room is much higher than outside.A thin, bare-chested old man was standing in front of the stove, concentrating on beating a pair of iron pliers in his hand, and there were two apprentices beside him blowing the wind for him. When Huan Zicheng walked in, the three of them had no heads. lift.

What's strange is that Huan Zicheng didn't care about their obviously slow attitude at all, and even nodded slightly to the old man, and continued to go inside.

Pushing open a small gray door at the end of the big room, another messy room was opened, with a few tables and chairs in the room, all of which were rough and rough, and there was a messy couch with bedding piled up beside it.

It seems that this should be where the owner lives.

At this point, the house seemed to have come to an end, however, Huan Zicheng continued to walk until he came to a wall in the north, and stretched out his hand to push it.

The wall was actually pushed away, but it turned out to be a very ingenious little moon cave door.

He lifted his robe and stepped across the threshold, and there was already a hole in the sky in front of him.

In a small courtyard, the flowers and trees are neat and clean, and the shadows of the trees are uneven. The vermilion lacquer corridor runs along one side, and there are several exquisite birdcages hanging under the corridor, but the cages are empty.There is a flower garden in the corner of the yard. At this time, the chrysanthemums are in full bloom, golden, white and red, and they bloom very lively.

A very ordinary-looking middle-aged man was squatting in front of the flowerbed, holding a delicate iron pot in his hand, and slowly sprinkled water into the flowerbed.

His clothes are very ordinary, and he only looks at the profile, which is just an ordinary appearance, but his whole body is elegant and calm, with an indescribable leisure.

Hearing the sound of footsteps behind him, the middle-aged man looked back at Huan Zicheng, there was no surprise on his face, as if he knew he would come, nodded and said: "You are here." He put down He picked up the kettle and pointed to the side, "I'm fine now, please sit down."

Next to the chrysanthemum orchard is a stone table and two green lacquered bamboo drum stools. The drum stools are covered with plain brocade cushions, which are not luxurious, but give people a very comfortable feeling.

Huan Zicheng sat on the stool, and looked at the dumb slave beside him.

The dumb slave was still smiling, seeing Huan Zicheng sitting down, he stood behind him very consciously, with a simple and honest expression on his dark face.

The middle-aged man carried the kettle and put it on a small rock beside him first, then took a cloth towel to wipe his hands, walked over slowly, and sat on another bamboo drum stool.

"There is news." He was still casual, and while speaking, he reached out from his sleeve and took out a note rolled into a cylinder, presented it to Huan Zicheng, and said with a smile: "Li Shutang is dead, thank you Do not disgrace."

Huan Zicheng didn't move, but the dumb slave at the side stepped forward to take the note, opened it and looked at it, and then looked at the middle-aged man.

At that moment, the silly smile had long since disappeared from the dumb slave's face, and his small, black eyes were indifferent, but there was a kind of sharpness like a blade: "Just how many people have gone?" He asked.

Xu Shi didn't speak for a long time, but when he opened his mouth, the voice scratched people's ears like sand, and it was indescribably uncomfortable to hear.

The mute slave suddenly spoke, but the two people present seemed to be used to it, and no one was surprised.

The middle-aged man didn't answer him, but turned his gaze to Huan Zicheng, a pair of drooping eyes that usually looked kind, suddenly flashed a trace of coldness.

"How, is Huan Dalang still dissatisfied?" He asked with a slightly cold tone.

This man seemed to be indifferent to the world, but after he said this, the aura on his body could no longer be concealed, as if a long sword had been unsheathed, an invisible killing intent dissipated in an instant the whole yard.

The dumb slave smiled and stood with folded arms, unmoved at all.

At this time, anyone can see that this dumb slave is absolutely very human, not to mention anything else, only to say that this middle-aged man is full of fierce murderous aura, if it is really an ordinary slave, he might be petrified on the spot.

However, the mute slave stood behind Huan Zicheng, and his breath was very faint.

The pupils of the middle-aged man shrank, and his face was quickly covered with a layer of blueness.In the next instant, he had restrained his aura, and returned to his indifferent appearance at the beginning.

But Huan Zicheng was looking up at the sky.

From the time the middle-aged man took out the note until now, he was completely indifferent to everything that happened in this garden.

Two poplar trees, several stalks of pruning bamboo, plus a persimmon tree that is bearing fruit, there are green leaves and green branches on the upper part of the small courtyard, and the skylight is also cut into fine pieces.

"Here, it's cramped." After a long time, Huan Zicheng said with a sigh. After finishing speaking, he lowered his eyes to look at the middle-aged man, and the corners of his mouth moved, as if smiling, "Mr. Mo San's pattern is also like this. Is it?"

The slightly cold voice was like the north wind in winter, passing by the ears, making people feel chills from the bottom of their hearts, but they could clearly detect the sarcasm hidden in the speaker.

(End of this chapter)