Life in siheyuan era

The assassin last night used a poisoned needle? This situation made Shen Lanbo feel strange.

According to Zhou Zhiyuan's analysis of the scene, the assassin hid on the inverted house of a courtyard, and immediately fired a poisoned needle when he rode his bicycle over, and then fled.

There are two guesses that can be made in this situation. The first guess is that the assassin is full of confidence, believing that he will definitely succeed with one blow, so he fired a poisoned needle and then withdrew.

But there is a question that cannot be explained. The assassin is sure that he will succeed with one blow, why not come down to check and take back the poisoned needle by the way?

Let's put this question aside for now and think about the second guess. The assassin knew that he could not succeed with one blow, and immediately withdrew after firing a needle.

If this guess is true, it will be interesting. Since the assassin knew that he could not succeed with one blow, why did he still assassinate him?

So Shen Lanbo made a third guess that the assassin didn't care whether the assassination was successful or not, but to leave this poisoned needle behind.

The judgment that it is a poisoned needle comes from its overall black color, but whether it is poisonous and how toxic it is needs to be determined by the headquarters' laboratory.

And what Shen Lanbo is considering now is, "Where can I find this clue?"

Zhou Zhiyuan focused on Hu Dapeng because of the copper ball. Anyway, he was going to find him, so let's put it together.

This is Zhou Zhiyuan's consistent tactic, "Whether you did it or not will be said later, anyway, I want to attack you, even if you did it."

He paid attention to Hu Dapeng because Hu Dapeng was a legendary master, so he kept a close eye on the Hu Feng and Hu Biao brothers, wanting to lure the snake out of its hole.

Now he knows another 'old flower head' and decides to go and meet him in person. This move gives people a feeling of making a mountain out of a molehill, but Zhang Limin and Shen Lanbo believe in his intuition.

Thinking of Zhou Zhiyuan's intuition, Shen Lanbo smiled faintly. His thoughts were running off track. This kind of existence that cannot be proven by science does not need to be considered.

Concentrating his thoughts on the poisoned needle assassin again, he heard a knock on the door.

Then he leaned back in his chair, tilted his head back and opened his mouth, seeing Shen Lanyin pointing the mouth of a small porcelain bottle towards his mouth, and a liquid flowed into his mouth, instantly filling his mouth with fragrance.

This fragrance made Shen Lanbo smack his lips twice and exclaimed, "Grandpa Xie's medicine is so delicious."

Speaking of this, he suddenly stopped, turned his eyes to look at Shen Lanyin's back, and shouted in a low voice, "Lanyin, give me the porcelain bottle."

He suddenly remembered why this porcelain bottle looked familiar and immediately asked for it.

And Shen Lanyin turned around and said calmly, "To give you the answer, there are two of these porcelain bottles, one containing nutritional pills and the other containing repair fluid. Zhiyuan tried his best to get this bottle of repair fluid just for you to drink, not to hand it over to the public."

Hearing Shen Lanyin tell the truth, Shen Lanbo said angrily, "Why didn't you tell me?"

Shen Lanyin said lightly, "You need to sleep after drinking the repair fluid. You should go to bed and wait to sleep. I'll tell you when you wake up."

After saying this, Shen Lanyin walked out of the room. Shen Lanbo suddenly stood up, feeling a wave of sleepiness coming over him, and hurriedly walked to the bed and lay down.

And Shen Lanyin also went back to her room to sleep.

Just as the two siblings fell asleep one after another, Zhou Zhiyuan was chatting happily with the 'old flower head' next to an old book stall.

"I came here admiringly, but these books of yours don't have what I want."

"What kind of book do you want to read? Tell me, and I'll pay attention when I collect books."

"Yongle Encyclopedia."

"Young man, you are too greedy. If I had such a book, would I sell it to you? Isn't it good to keep it as a family heirloom?"

"You old man are knowledgeable about books."

"I've been in this business for five or six years. How can I make money if I don't have this skill?"

"Why are you in this business?"

"Just to make a living."

"It's not that simple, is it?"

The conversation has reached this point, and both sides no longer play tricks and begin to get to the point.

The old flower head smiled and said, "Zhou Zining's brother?"

"I heard my brother say that your book stall has some good books, so I came to take a look. My name is Zhou Zhiyuan."

"You're not here to read books, are you?"

"Reading books is just incidental. I just want to know why you sent my brother to Fangshan."

Zhou Zhiyuan's frankness surprised the old flower head. He carefully looked at Zhou Zhiyuan's eyes, pondered for a moment, and replied, "Your brother needs inspiration, and the beautiful scenery of the north slope of Fangshan should be able to inspire him."

"Do you know about Li Zicheng's treasure?"

"I've heard of it. I went there a few times when I was young, but all failed. Now it's a time of peace, and I no longer have such thoughts."

"You don't have to rush to clarify. Whether you have ideas or not has nothing to do with me."

"With a master like you, how dare I have ideas?"

"You are the master, aren't you?"

The two sides revealed each other's cards. In the eyes of an expert, a person who has practiced martial arts can be seen at a glance.

The old flower head should be in his sixties. Although his hair is mottled, his eyes are still sharp, and a cold light shoots out from time to time.

He is thin, but his hands are like cattail fans. These hands that are out of proportion to his body prove that he practices palm techniques.

Although he is sitting on a small stool, his feet are in the shape of cat claws, which is a footwork that can be ejected at any time.

Zhou Zhiyuan likes martial arts and has experienced the information explosion era in his dreams. Many schools in national arts are no longer secrets. He has studied them. Through the shape of the old flower head's hands and feet, he judged that he practiced splitting palm.

This is a very rigid palm technique. A palm strike can cause someone to vomit blood, which is only a minor injury.

He can see the old flower head's moves thanks to his extensive martial arts knowledge.

But the old flower head couldn't see Zhou Zhiyuan's moves. He judged that he was a master entirely from his movements.

Zhou Zhiyuan's movements are very coordinated. Every move seems to have no flaws. Even when squatting down to read a book, the old flower head knows that he cannot sneak attack him.

And Zhou Zhiyuan's right hand is injured. When reading a book, he always holds the book with his left hand and uses his right thumb to turn the pages, but the old flower head looks at this right hand and feels that this right hand is the most terrifying.

When the two sides revealed each other's cards, the old flower head quickly made up his mind and said in a low voice, "I will protect your parents and brother, and you will take my grandson."

The old flower head spoke too directly, without concealing his speculation.

Zhou Zhiyuan asked in surprise, "You are very relieved of me."

"Your walking posture and your every move just now show that you are a soldier..." The old flower head flaunted his knowledge, "And the country will not leave a master among soldiers idle. Your identity should be very special."

"I don't guess your identity, but I believe in your character. In addition to this pure temperament, I have met your parents and know your brother. There will be no traitors in a family like yours."

"And my grandson Zhang Quanyi likes to fight with people the most. I am worried all day long, fearing that he will cause a lawsuit, but I can't control my own family, so I can only ask you, little brother, to help him get on the right track."

"This kid has been practicing martial arts with me since he was a child. It is definitely no problem for him to be your helper."

The old flower head is quick-spoken and made such a request at the first meeting.

Zhou Zhiyuan pondered for a moment and replied, "Your old man's idea is not that simple, is it?"

"Of course..." The old flower head said bluntly, "You find him a good future."

This request made Zhou Zhiyuan laugh softly and reply in a low voice, "I am a small soldier, and I don't even know my own future. How can I find a good future for your grandson?"

The old flower head smiled and said, "It doesn't matter whether you are a small soldier or not. With your ability, you will definitely have a bright future. Quanyi will not be bad if he follows you in the future."

"The important thing is that you help me restrain his wildness. Not causing trouble is the first step. If you are not promising in the future, don't let Quanyi follow you."

The old flower head is very realistic, and it is rare to say realistic things very frankly.

But Zhou Zhiyuan refused, "I have too many enemies. It is dangerous to follow me."

But the old flower head didn't care and replied calmly, "Wealth comes from danger. What's the point of practicing martial arts if you stay at home all day?"

He did tell the truth. The first thing in practicing martial arts is to strengthen the body, and then to use it to find a future.

Scholars pass the imperial examination, and warriors kill enemies on the battlefield. Leaving aside righteousness, they all want to find a good future.

The old flower head has regrets. When he was young, he was firmly tied to his parents' side, and he didn't find a good future even though he had practiced martial arts. Now he has no chance, but letting his grandson follow Zhou Zhiyuan is also a desperate measure. This kid is too much.