After dawn.
When the two of them arrived at Sheng Ping County, the weather had changed. Dark clouds covered the county, and it was drizzling.
But look at that day, it wouldn't be long before she would be scolded.
There were few pedestrians on the road. Two white-haired old guards were guarding the gate of Sheng Ping County.
However, they were not completely guarding the gate.
Just as Irin and Wang Xiaohu left the horses at the station next to the city gate, they saw two dedicated veterans. They woke up and walked in while yawning. Sheng Ping County was empty.
Why was the defense so lax?
Irin and Wang Xiaohu looked at each other. Didn't they say that the outside world was desolate and bandits were rampant and the market was not good?
However, Irin took advantage of the empty gate and pulled Wang Xiaohu into the city.
Irin found something on the way. The silver they took from the bandits had the inscription of a bank on it. If it was found out, it would be difficult to explain the origin.
They were robbing the rich to help the poor. In the end, it was likely to be misunderstood.
Sheng Ping County, Sheng Ping County, Sheng Ping County.
The name of the county was good.
However, when the two of them stepped in, there was no sign of "singing and dancing".
There were many homeless beggars squatting on the side of the road. They habitually begged from passers-by.
"I'm hungry … I'm hungry … please give me some!"
"I have an eighty-year-old mother and a seven-year-old child. My wife is also disabled …"
"Please save the child … I haven't eaten a full meal for eighteen days …"
Some people cried.
Some people cried out miserably.
Some people said they were hungry.
The beggars habitually stretched out their hands to Irin and Wang Xiaohu. When they looked up, they saw that it was actually a child whose hair was not even fully grown. They immediately retracted their hands into their sleeves. When they looked again, they saw that Wang Xiaohu was tall and strong with a knife at his waist. Suddenly, they did not dare to beg. They retracted their trembling hands into their ragged sleeves and pretended that they had never begged.
Wang Xiaohu saw that they were pitiful and reached into his arms.
Not long ago, because the silver was too heavy, the Irin had deposited a portion of the silver with Wang Xiaohu.
Irin saw through Wang Xiaohu's plan and gently pressed down on his friend's hand that was about to move. He shook his head without a trace.
Wang Xiaohu hesitated for a few seconds, but he still chose to listen to Irin.
The two of them communicated silently and did not attract the attention of others.
"Boom!"
A bolt of lightning tore through the dark clouds.
The dazzling light of the lightning made their faces pale.
Following that, heavy rain poured down, shattering the ground.
"It's raining!"
"Run!"
Seeing that it was raining heavily, the beggars who seemed weak and feeble a moment ago all ran away in an instant.
Wang Xiaohu stared blankly at the beggars who had scattered. He did not understand why the poor beggars, who had just said that they had not eaten for eighteen days, could run faster than Wang Xiaohu.
"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and get out of the rain."
Irin smiled and pulled Wang Xiaohu, but he erected an invisible "umbrella" above his head to block the rain.
The two of them walked along the eaves, past the market, and came to a luxurious building.
This should be considered the bustling downtown of Shengping County.
But at this moment, because of the bad weather, the rain could even drip holes in the umbrella, so the streets were very quiet and empty.
"Let's go there to get out of the rain."
Irin quickly looked around for a moment and pointed in a direction.
Wang Xiaohu looked in the direction of Yi Lin's finger and sucked in a breath of cold air. "Wanxiang Building? Wait, Brother Lin, is this the legendary brothel … a brothel! "
Wang Xiaohu was shocked.
He never thought that Irin was such a person.
How old was he!
He grew up under the influence of Uncle Niu's stories.
Every time Uncle Niu talked about the most famous and most desirable place in Dongsheng Divine Continent, Wanxiang Building, he would subconsciously add a lot of interesting words.
Even if Uncle Niu took into account the innocence of children, the meaning of his words was that Wanxiang Building was not a decent place.
A moment later.
Wang Xiaohu realized that he had misunderstood and misunderstood.
It turned out that Irin was referring to the teahouse next to Wanxiang Building.
The name on the plaque of the teahouse was slightly unique — Third Grade Pavilion.
There were many people hiding from the rain in Third Grade Pavilion.
Some of them who looked like they had no money were directly kicked out by a tall and burly guard in front of the teahouse.
When Irin and Wang Xiaohu stepped into the teahouse, the tall guard's eyes fell on Irin's face, and he first showed disgust.
Then, he quickly turned to Wang Xiaohu, and his eyes finally fell on the broadsword at Wang Xiaohu's waist. Then, he narrowed his eyes and grinned, full of smiles, "Oh, the guests look unfamiliar. The two of you look noble, and I can tell at a glance that you are not ordinary masters. Come, come, come, two masters, have a seat in the teahouse! Servants, give these two masters a private room! "
"It seems that Wang Xiaohu's hidden charm attribute is not low."
Irin muttered secretly.
It seemed that bringing Wang Xiaohu on this trip was really the right thing to do … It was very useful.
At the very least, it saved a lot of trouble.
But Wang Xiaohu's face did not look like the kind of person who had a high charm value. Charm and charm, did it really not depend on the face?
Stepping into the teahouse, Irin habitually observed the surrounding environment.
Even if he had spent thirteen years here, Irin still did not forget the small habits in the trial as an apostle.
There was a middle-aged storyteller, waving a paper fan, in the teahouse excitedly, talking about all kinds of strange and interesting stories.
A group of tea guests surrounded the storyteller, from time to time, cheering and clapping to liven things up.
On every tea table, groups of three to five were talking about the world.
In the most conspicuous place of Third Grade Pavilion, there was a calligraphy work posted. In Irin's eyes, the writing was ordinary, but the content was a little interesting — "Taste tea, taste people, taste all things in the world."
The two of them sat on the second floor.
There was an open-air balcony with tiles to cover the head. The environment was not too bad.
There was a lot of noise all around.
The sounds of storytelling, conversation, rain, and the decadent sounds from next door all mixed together like a song from the marketplace.
It was Wang Xiaohu's first time in a county. He looked left and right, looking like a country bumpkin.
After a while, Yi Lin ordered a pot of hot tea and a few plates of exquisite and barren snacks before sitting down.
"Hu —"
Wang Xiaohu poured the hot tea to the brim, using his mouth to cool it down a little. Then, he raised his head and took a big gulp. It seemed like rushing through the night had tired him quite a bit, and he could finally rest.
Irin closed his eyes and started to listen.
Wang Xiaohu looked at Irin, who closed his eyes and did not speak. He also did not drink tea, and he did not eat anything. He ate peanuts in boredom and counted them one by one. The two of them were silent for a while. Wang Xiaohu finally could not take it anymore. He thought about what happened just now and said softly with a little embarrassment, "Brother Lin, I thought you were going somewhere."
Wang Xiaohu pointed at the wall with his mouth. His meaning was clear.
Irin did not open his eyes. He smiled and replied, "Maybe there will be a chance to go in and take a look."
"Hiss …?"
Wang Xiaohu took a deep breath.
The rain fell, and the vegetation in his hometown was deep.
This rain lasted for a whole hour.
It got heavier and heavier.
The customers in the teahouse were all trapped in the teahouse and could not leave. This group of people could only freeload tea and listen to storytellers tell stories to pass the time.
It was close to noon, but the sky was still dark. The dark clouds did not dissipate at all. It seemed like this long-awaited rain would continue for a while.
On the street, because of the lack of a drainage system, waves of turbulence flooded half of the street. It was like a shallow stream, and the sound of water was incessant.
Irin and Wang Xiaohu also sat in the "private room" on the second floor for an hour. Irin asked for tea from time to time. After the sixth time, the waiter, who was carrying the teapot, looked at Irin and Wang Xiaohu with a strange gaze.
Wang Xiaohu was also a little nervous. Had they been sitting here for too long? If they delayed any longer, there would be trouble.
Don't misunderstand. Wang Xiaohu was not worried for the two of them. He was worried for the people in the teahouse.
However, no one who had witnessed the bloody scene of Yi Lin killing the bandits would naively think that Yi Lin was a naive and innocent youth without the strength to truss a chicken.
"Speaking of which, Brother Lin, are we still not leaving?"
"Leaving?" Irin finally opened his eyes and looked at the latter speechlessly. "Leaving where?"
"Ah?" Wang Xiaohu scratched his head. "I don't know."
"Then it's fine." Irin finally took a sip of the cold tea in front of him and let out a sigh of relief. "Gathering information in this kind of environment is really tiring."
It's coming, it's coming!
Wang Xiaohu trembled and became energized.
It was Brother Lin's dialect!
"Gathering … information?"
Wang Xiaohu asked.
Irin smiled and explained, "It's the easiest place to gather information in a place where good and bad people mix. When people are relaxed, sometimes they will even inadvertently let slip and reveal some secrets. "
"Brother Lin, what do you mean?" Wang Xiaohu first quietly stretched out his finger and pointed downward, indicating the "customer downstairs". Then, he looked at Irin with a little more admiration in his eyes. "Brother Lin, what do you know?"
Irin's lips curled up and he smiled. Just as he was about to say something, there was a strange movement downstairs.
"Shh."
Irin made a gesture to Wang Xiaohu to keep quiet. He stood up and walked to the eaves of the second floor to look outside.
In the pouring rain.
A white-clothed guest holding a snow-white paper umbrella walked over on the water at a moderate speed.
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