Happy little peasants

Zhang Hui grabbed the assassin's wrist and looked closely. As expected, the red mark was gone, and the original place seemed to have been cut off by a sharp weapon.

Li Ya watched Zhang Hui squat down so suddenly, and guessed what Zhang Hui had discovered. He walked over and asked, "How is it? Any clues?"

Zhang Hui murmured: "It's weird, there was a red mark here just now, how come it suddenly disappeared and turned into this rotten piece."

"Maybe you stood far away and didn't see clearly." Li Ya said.

Xu Gui gave a light cough and said to Li Ya, "Let them continue. If you find something, ask someone to tell me, I'll go."

Zhang Hui watched Xu Gui leave, and recalled the gesture that he had just seen Xu Gui retracting his hand. Although he felt that Xu Gui had just moved his hands and feet on the assassin's wrist, it was hard to tell.

Because since Xu Gui did this, he definitely did it intentionally and would not admit that he did it.And even if Zhang Hui said it, no one would believe him, so it's better not to say it and see what Xu Gui intends.

He also thought that after Xu Gui came in, he walked directly to the older assassin, as if he already knew the identity of that person, and also knew that there was a birthmark on his wrist, so he deliberately destroyed the birthmark.

Thinking about it this way, Xu Gui knew who was trying to kill Ji Yuan, but he deliberately concealed the matter. Zhang Hui couldn't figure out the reason.Although he doesn't know Xu Gui very well, Xu Gui doesn't look like a treacherous person. If he wanted to harm Ji Yuan, he would have had the opportunity to do it. Why did he do this?

Zhang Hui left the Zhigongyuan. Not far after he walked out, a short young man chased him up and smiled intimately at him, as if he had known Zhang Hui for a long time.

Zhang Hui took a closer look at this person. He looked like he was in his early twenties, but he was not tall enough to reach the position of Zhang Hui's nose.He is thin and thin, and his round eyes are always clever.When he looked so closely, he remembered that this man lived in the same courtyard with him. He had met occasionally before, but the two had never spoken.

"Junior Brother Zhang, you are back. The meal is over. You must have not had the meal. Come, I have a cake here. Let me eat it." The short young man took out a cake from his arms and stuffed it into Zhang. In the hands of the meeting, I saw Zhang Hui in a daze, as if he didn't recognize him, and then grinned eagerly, "There are two rooms between us. My name is Deng Hou, and they all call me a monkey , I even fed you a cat."

Zhang Hui has never understood those polite routines when dealing with people, and he is unwilling to talk too much. Even if the other party is very enthusiastic to him, he will still follow his own rhythm.He lifted the cake Deng Hou gave him and said, "This, thank you, but you still don't feed my cat in the future. It is too small, and its owner will not let him feed it randomly."

Deng Hou followed Zhang Hui again, and walked with him to Luming Hall.

"Junior Brother Zhang, you have been in Lushan for so many days. Did you know that you have to participate in the assessment at the end of a month?" Deng Hou still maintained his original enthusiasm.

Zhang Hui nodded and said, "I know."

"Do you know you are not in a hurry? I'll tell you what this assessment is about." Deng Hou thought to reveal the assessment to Zhang Hui. Zhang Hui would be a little more interested in what he said. The meeting still had a painless look on his face, so he paused, and then went on to say: "This assessment is not easy to say, and difficult to say. Some people say it depends on luck, others say Relying on strength. Lu Mingtang and Lu Youtang are both extremely strict in selecting their disciples. First of all, it depends on the roots and comprehension of a person's practice, rather than on the appearance of being able to fight. Therefore, among the same batch of candidates for selection, Some people have the background to practice martial arts, but they may not be selected. Some people see that their writing is weak, but they are selected instead."

Having said that, Deng Hou looked at Zhang Hui with that clever look, as if he was about to reveal important inside stories to him: "Especially our master, that is extremely important to a person’s understanding. He chose Disciple, maybe it’s just to show you a heart-faith formula, and then see how much you can understand..."

Deng Houzheng could speak vigorously, but suddenly his voice weakened.

Zhang Hui looked up and saw that Fang Zhu was walking towards this side. He still had that arrogant look, but today there was a more contemptuous and unhappy look on his face.

Fang Zhu had his hands behind his back, stopped four or five steps away from Zhang Hui, raised his chin and looked over here.

Deng Hou was a little timid, but he still forced a smile to greet Fang Zhu: "Senior Brother Fang, are you going out?"

Fang Zhu brushed off the fallen leaves that had just been stained on his sleeves and made a look as if his eyes were dirty by the two people in front of him. He sneered and said: "Deng Hou, the news that the Seventh Prince will be saved has just come out. Are you coming to cheer up soon? Oh, I'm confused, in fact, the person who will cheer up the most is not you Deng Hou, it should be the junior Zhang who can even reach the seventh prince, right? It’s incredible. It seems that only people like me who don’t know good and bad dare to offend you."

Zhang Hui had heard people say that Fang Zhu's words were unpleasant. He was tired this day and didn't want to pay attention to Fang Zhu. He planned to treat Fang Zhu as farting and just walk past him.As a result, Fang Zhu saw Zhang Hui completely ignored him, and felt very boring, and deliberately blocked Zhang Hui.

Zhang Hui's chest became hot, annoyed by Fang Zhu's arrogant appearance, and he stared into Fang Zhu's eyes and asked, "What do you want?"

"What you don't want, you can't beat me in a fight, what can I do?" Fang Zhu's tone became more arrogant.

Zhang Hui clenched his fists and took a step towards Fang Zhu. Fang Zhu didn't give in and deliberately pointed his nostrils at him.Deng Hou was so scared that his face flushed, and he kept winking at Zhang Hui while pulling his sleeves.

Zhang Hui stared at Fang Zhu and said indifferently: "Let's last for a year, what if I win?"

"Do what you say." Fang Zhu said lightly.

Zhang Hui's finger was on the ground: "If you lose, stop being so arrogant from now on and pretend to be grandson in front of me."

"No, no, if I lose, I can pretend to be a grandson in front of everyone. However, if you lose, you make me laugh for a lifetime, and you are not allowed to talk back!" Fang Zhu sneered, speaking louder than before It’s like letting people passing by come to listen to this joke. He heard Zhang Hui say that it lasts for one year. How can he not believe that he, the chief disciple of Lumingtang who has been in Lushan for two years, will lose in Zhang Hui. On the hands of the hairy kid who officially started.

"Okay." Zhang Hui replied decisively, and walked straight to Luming Hall.