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Bai Zhun leaned lazily, and took out a handful of candied walnuts from his bag: "What? The psychic detective is going to expose it?"

Of course Huo Zhenye wouldn't. This case has already been settled. Mr. Song's case of relying on Huaguo's beauty had once made a big splash in the foreign concession. It is absolutely impossible to turn this case over again.

"What are you thinking? I followed you in." He is considered a member of the Seven Sects, and if he exposes him at this time, what will Bai Zhun do?

Besides, as long as Han Zhu denies it, there is still no evidence.

"What did you give her that basket of flowers for?"

Bai Zhun chewed the candied walnuts: "You'll know it when you see it."

Although Han Zhu only took two steps, she was hanging on the rope with her feet hanging in the air.

"Okay!" Bai Zhun yelled in time, as if he was sitting in a theater watching a performance, he even clapped his hands twice, which woke everyone up and looked sideways at him.

Bai Zhun wouldn't care about this, but the rest of the sects didn't dare to look directly at him, fearing that "huo impermanence" would stare at him, so they opened their eyes and stood by the bedside at night to make a paper stick.

Han Zhu still didn't make a sound, and she still didn't smile. At this moment, she should show up on the rope and say something, but she didn't say a word.

With a light body and a graceful attitude, he took one step at a time, and then jumped up, half of his body hidden in the clouds.

Everyone took a deep breath and looked up at her to see what she was going to do.

The thin rope was stiff for a while, and swayed for a while. Han Zhu hid in the cloud, which touched the hearts of the spectators. When the rope swung, they were afraid that Han Zhu would fall, and the fighting color would return to the fighting color. If Han Zhu died on the fighting color platform, there would be no way Confess to the dead Han Sanye.

Shi Kuan was even more nervous, and wanted to stand over, but was also afraid that others would say that he had stolen his teacher.

Only half of Han Zhu's body was left on the rope, and suddenly something fluttered down from the sky, and those who were close to him took a closer look and found that it was pink peach blossoms.

It's late autumn, and the sweet-scented osmanthus in the garden is in full bloom, the clusters are golden, and the courtyard is full of fragrance. Where can there be peach blossoms in this season?

As soon as the smallpox fell to the mundane dust, it instantly turned into ashes and dissipated.

Some people caught one, held it to the tip of their noses to smell it, and shouted: "It's fragrant! It's a real flower!" When they wanted to let others smell it, it disappeared out of thin air.

Huo Zhenye now understood that flowers were used in this way.

"Is it really fragrant?" He bent down and asked in Bai Zhun's ear.

"Of course not." Where did the smell of the paper flowers come from? Bai Zhun chewed another candied walnut, and the candy shell stuck to his teeth a little bit in his mouth. He scraped the honey on his teeth with his tongue, and his voice was a bit vague, "It's the eyes first. Lie to him, and the nose will lie to him."

As he spoke, he heard Huo Zhenye's breathing heavily, and as soon as Bai Zhun's eyes met him, he knew that he was thinking about that matter again.

The corner of Bai Zhun's mouth twitched, and he chewed the walnut very slowly, the pulp candy shell made a fine sound on his tongue between his teeth.

He just leaned on the chair like this, without raising his chin, and even lowered his eyes, staring at Huo Zhenye's eyes with a smile while chewing.

Huo Zhenye's breathing became heavier in an instant, Bai Zhun did it on purpose, he deliberately recruited him like this, he knew that there was nothing he could do against him in this big crowd.

The little girl was holding a fruit plate and was going to give it to Bai Zhun, but she stood on the porch staring at Hong Suo dumbfounded.

Fatty Hong also stood there staring dumbfounded, with his mouth slightly open. Sanye Han hadn't shown his unique skill of housekeeping since he got old, so he didn't expect to see him again.

The petals fell to the ground and dissipated, and everyone came back to their senses.

"What are you doing in a daze, go serve Qi Ye a fruit plate." As soon as Fatty Hong stretched out his hand, he saw Huo Zhenye bent over with his hands resting on the back of the bamboo wheelchair, Bai Zhun leaned back slightly, and the two looked at each other. stuck.

Fatty Hong's squinted eyes widened in an instant, and he grabbed the little girl: "Wait a minute, Lord Qi doesn't need to eat now."

This... this is a master and apprentice.

Fatty Hong felt that he had discovered a great secret.

Han Zhu lightly jumped down from the rope, her face remained expressionless, she cupped her fists and looked around: "You're making a fool of yourself."

All the people present rely on handicrafts for their living. If you add some gongs and drums, and find someone who can speak well to instigate, this kind of celestial maiden scattering flowers will become Han Zhu's special skill from now on.

Shi Rong sat on the chair and couldn't stand up. He thought that Han Zhu's orphan girl could be bullied, but he didn't expect Han San to pass on the gods to his daughter in spite of the family rules of passing on males and not females.

Shi Rong never learned this secret skill back then, and his son naturally wouldn't either.

Shi Kuanda was shocked. He had heard the reputation of the immortal rope from his father since he was a child. Others playing rope can only be called rope skills, and only this can be called the immortal rope.

For a long time, no one spoke.

Huo Zhenye kept his arms propped on the back of Bai Zhun's wheelchair. He adjusted his breathing, lowered his chin and got very close to Bai Zhun, and said softly, "How did you do this fairy rope?"

Bai Zhun glanced at him: "What? You want to get out of the door and change someone else to be your teacher?"

Huo Zhenye immediately flattered Master Bai: "Then how dare I, my life is a member of the Seven Schools, and my death is..."

"Shut up." Bai Zhun glared at him, daring to say anything nonsense.

Huo Zhenye was at the top, from his angle he could see the tip of Bai Zhun's nose and chin, he took one look, then another, then stopped to look at his pursed lips.

"Afraid of me dying?"

Bai Zhun froze, he was impatient, and he gritted his teeth: "If you die, I will tie a whole set of paper horses for you as a teacher, a golden bridge and a silver boat to shake the money tree, and I will add two more golden boys and jade girls to you."

Shi Kuan didn't wait for everyone to speak, he stood up first, and bowed deeply to Han Zhu: "Junior Sister's magical skills, I am convinced, and the position of the master of the three sects, Junior Sister is well-deserved."

Admitting defeat at this time is still a beautiful loss.

Shi Rong's face was ashamed, he lost to his junior brother back then, and today his son lost without a fight and lost to his junior brother's daughter.

"This can't be counted!" Shi Rong still wanted to get [-]% back. This is passed on from male to female, Han San dared to teach his daughter, he should have kicked out three.

Shi Kuan pressed down on his father: "Father, if you lose, you lose, we have to admit it."

Except for the eight sects, the rest of the sect masters were not willing to allow women to be equal to them at all, but even Shi Kuan himself conceded defeat, even if they felt uncomfortable, they couldn't do anything about it.

Several sect masters resented Shi Rong and his son, they said nice things when they were competing for prizes, but in the end they couldn't even make it to the stage.

Shi Rong gritted his teeth. He brought his son to Shanghai to appear on the stage, but the result was a misfire. How can he hang around in Shanghai under the banner of Sanmen.

Han Zhu won, and she didn't show arrogance on her face. She was still calm and nodded to the various sect masters: "Uncles, you have worked hard. Now that the matter is over, I should go back."

Fatty Hong kept her: "Master of the third sect, my master has also arranged a banquet for the members of the eight sects to have fun together."

Han Zhu's expression remained unchanged: "I'm in mourning for my father, and if I don't drink meat or alcohol, I won't keep it." After speaking, he still walked in front of Bai Zhun, saluted Bai Zhun alone, and then left the Hong family mansion.

When Han San was around, Han Zhu didn't seem to be so ruthless. Looking at it now, she can live well without taking special care of her.

Shi Kuan tried to strike up a conversation several times, but couldn't find the time. As soon as Han Zhu left, he followed.

Han Zhu had already left, and Bai Zhun didn't plan to stay any longer, so he nodded, "Let's go."

The little paper man started to work immediately, and was attached to the bamboo wheelchair to lift Bai Zhun up.

Fatty Hong blocked Bai Zhun's way, bowed his head and bowed his head, "Seventh Master, you must stay here for the honor, my master has something important to discuss."

"what's up?"

"It's a major event for Bamen, and Qiye will know when he's gone."

During the color fight just now, the head of the sect didn't even show his face. It turned out that it wasn't for Han Zhu that he made such a big show.

One Han Zhu left, one door didn't care, anyway, there were no people in the third door, but they wanted to keep Bai Zhun.

Bai Zhun's face darkened, and Fatty Hong took out his handkerchief to wipe his sweat again. Seeing that there was no one else in the small garden, he dared to tell the truth: "If it wasn't for Doucai, I wouldn't be able to please you old man."

"Mr. Hong, what's the matter? My master is an old man who doesn't like to be sociable. If you know the truth, he will go if he wants to, and we will go back if he doesn't want to."

Fatty Hong said the old man himself, but it came out of Huo Zhenye's mouth, plus the little secret that Hong Sihai had just figured out.

Let him hear these three words, his whole body trembles, and he imagines a Mercedes-Benz in his mind, and he dare not even look at it.

"In the past few years, the number of our Eight Sects has become smaller and smaller. Compared with the Green Gang and the Red Gang, we have no momentum. This... is why we want to merge."

"Merge with whom?" Bai Zhun frowned, if it wasn't for the master's inheritance, he wouldn't want to get involved in the troubled waters of Bamen.

"Yiguandao." A newly-emerged force offered an olive branch to Bamen, willing to merge with Bamen.

"No."

The smile on Fatty Hong's face couldn't hold back: "Qiye, you've come all the time, or else..."

"Come here, you can go." Huo Zhenye saw Bai Zhun's face was sombre, and pushed Bai Zhun to leave, "Mr. Hong has something to do, let your sect master come and talk."

Bai Zhun was very satisfied, the old man didn't show up by himself, and got a disciple to talk softly, he smiled grimly: "Why don't you invite my master to come up and have a talk with a sect master?"

Fatty Hong shivered under the bright sun.

Huo Zhenye pushed Bai Zhun to leave, and felt that he was being spied upon just a few steps away. He raised his head and looked at the two-story building opposite the Doucai Terrace, where people were hiding behind the windows.

Huo Zhenye was almost a conditioned reflex, as soon as he sensed something was wrong, he first touched the gun in his pocket, and followed to observe the way out in the courtyard.

"Don't worry about it." Bai Zhun narrowed his eyes, he was never afraid of ghostly things.

Fatty Hong trotted two steps to catch up, he was so anxious that he was sweating: "Qiye, you should take pity on me, at least see Mr. Hongyang."

Huo Zhenye paused: "Mr. Hongyang?"

The one who set up the altar in Xiangshui Town was Qingyang, and the one who came to explore Bamen was Hongyang. Could it be that this person came to take revenge because Bai Zhun destroyed his altar?

"What is he? I don't see him." Bai Zhun was furious.

Huo Zhenye pushed him away immediately, coaxing him while turning around the flower gallery: "Don't be angry, we're all out, do you want to go to the International Hotel for Western food?"

"After eating western food, go to Daguangming to watch a movie?" It's hard to come out, and I have to make an appointment.

Bai Zhun glanced at him, but it wasn't bad.

Covering his mouth, he yawned, brushed the tip of the stick with a bamboo strip with one hand, touched something, raised the tip of the stick, and poked a paper-cut figure on it.

Bai Zhun sneered, the more he used this method, the more he would not like this person. He took the thing off the tip of the staff and stretched his hand back: "Give me the pen."

"You want to write on the paper figurine?" Huo Zhenye took out a pen from his pocket.

Bai Qiye turned over the paper-cut man and wrote on its back. The characters were written so huge that thick black ink seemed to splash on the paper.

Bai Zhun's handwriting has always been somewhat lazy, but this one is dripping with ink.

"roll"

Quite a bit shocking.

After finishing writing, he threw the paper man on the ground: "Go."

As soon as he breathed out, the paper figurine stood up and slipped away against the crack of the wall.

The author has something to say: Huo Qi: The enemies can’t be stopped if they come, why don’t we go on a date first, and then show me some walnuts

Bai Xiaoqi: It seems to make sense