"There are at least twenty shops selling rice paper in Luo City, and all of them are high-ranking officials. Which one should I go to?" Jiaotu rolled his eyes.

Chen Ji: "Then you have to ask Mr. Zhou."

Jiaotu jumped off Zhou Chengyi's back and turned him over: "Master Zhou?"

"Oh, Mr. Zhou?!"

But they saw that Zhou Chengyi's face was black and blue, his eyes were wide open, and he was already dead.

"Bright Rabbit, you accidentally killed him!" the Yunyang Monster shouted.

The White Rabbit rolled his eyes: "Don't blame me, he was poisoned to death."

Yunyang was surprised: "I took out the poison sac in his mouth."

White Rabbit: "There must be poison hidden in other places on his body. It was a lie just now that he wanted to kill this kid, but it is true that he secretly took the poison from his body."

"That's your responsibility too, you're responsible for guarding him."

"If you try to blame me again, I will fall out."

Yunyang: "Sorry, instinctive reaction..."

Jiaotu looked at Chen Ji: "Every family is searching too slowly. If it takes too long, this big fish will definitely be lost. Is there anything you can do?"

Chen Ji slowly stood up and walked to the table. His palms carefully stroked the lines of the rice paper: "Rice paper is all made by hand. Every craftsman has different habits. Some people like to put more green sandalwood skin, and some people like to put more green sandalwood."

Put some straw. Some people like to grind it finer when using a stone grinder, while some people like to be lazy and grind it coarser. The craftsmanship of rice paper determines its price... If you find the same paper, you can find this shop."

Jiaotu came closer and bent down to carefully observe the texture of the rice paper. In the past, rice paper always looked the same in her eyes...

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At this time, there was a knock on the door outside the courtyard. Someone picked up the copper ring on the door of Zhou Mansion and knocked on the door rhythmically.

Outside the door, a hoarse voice asked: "Mr. Zhou, are there traces in your house?"

In an instant, the sheep, rabbits, and all the men in black in the courtyard, together with the traces, looked at the source of the sound.

Boom, boom, boom.

The knock on the door rang again, and the animal head ring on the door hit the red painted door, neither fast nor slow, but with an inexplicable sense of oppression.

In the dead of night, the knock on the door seemed particularly abrupt.

The men in black clothes in the courtyard slowly pulled out their swords without making any sound, waiting for Yunyang's instructions.

These people are the best among the best. Chen Ji recalled that from the time he traveled through time to now, not one of them said a word of nonsense.

Boom, boom, boom.

When the person outside the door saw no response, the vicissitudes of voice asked again: "Chen Ji, are you inside?"

Chen Ji was a little confused.

Who will come to find me?

He looked at Yunyang and saw that the young man's face was uncertain. After thinking for a moment, he winked at a man in black and said, "Pull all the corpses into the house."

The white rabbit looked at Yunyang: "Who is coming?"

"Don't be nervous, I recognize who it is," Yunyang walked over and lifted the door latch.

The door opened, and in the dark night outside, stood a stooped old man. The man was wearing a gray gown and a pair of white-soled black cloth shoes. His face was covered with wrinkles like ravines on the dry earth.

The old man's beard has grown to his chest, and his hair is tied on top of his head with a green hairpin. His beard and hair are all white, and he cannot be older.

The old man was a little surprised to see Yunyang, but Yunyang put on a smile and said, "Yao Imperial Physician, I haven't seen you for a long time. Are you still strong?"

The old man was silent for a moment: "It's you. Shouldn't you be in the capital? Why are you here in Luocheng?"

Yunyang explained: "I had something to do, so I came here. I happened to meet Chen Ji when I came to visit Mr. Zhou tonight, so I asked him to talk to me."

The old man asked: "Is the Minister's leg condition getting better?"

"Much better, much better. He also praised you as a miracle doctor. The wind-cold problem that he suffered from in the Chaitan Bureau in the early years was finally cured." Yunyang said with a smile: "It's a pity that you didn't stay in the capital, otherwise the Holy Spirit would have been

I have summoned you to the palace."

"I can't cure your Majesty's illness," the old man changed the topic: "Where is Chen Ji? Now that the medicine has been delivered, it's time to go back."

Yunyang thought for a moment: "Chen Ji, go back with Master quickly. I see how much Doctor Yao cares about you, why he still comes so far to pick someone up at his age."

Chen Ji didn't expect Yunyang to be willing to let him go... It seemed that it was because the old man mentioned the 'internal minister'?

He hurriedly walked out, and when he passed by Jiaotu, he was grabbed by him: "Don't talk nonsense when you go back, we will look for you again."

Chen Ji said nothing and quickly walked out of the door: "Master, let's go back."

"Um."

Doctor Yao clasped his hands behind his back, hunched over his back, and walked unsteadily toward the depths of the long street without asking any more questions.

Chen Ji felt two eyes staring at his back like hooks. He turned around and saw Yunyang and Jiaotu looking at him at the door with half-smiling smiles.

Yun Yang and Jing Hao were dressed in black. They both looked handsome and had straight backs. They were the kind of beings that would be pleasing to the eye even if they were walking on the street.

But these two people kill people without blinking an eye, as if human life is the most worthless thing in the world.

Snakes and scorpions, this is Chen Ji's deepest impression of these two people.

Chen Ji trotted two steps behind the old man, and with a bang, the gate of Zhou Mansion closed behind them.

Phew, Chen Ji breathed a sigh of relief.

This seems to be a world where human lives are like grass.

At the beginning of the time travel, he didn't have much desire to live. He just observed everything like a bystander. In fact, his life or death was not very important.

But since he can be reborn once, will his parents also have the opportunity to be reborn? This is very important to him.

Gotta survive first.

"Master, thank you for coming to pick me up," Chen Ji said sincerely.

But the old man sighed: "If I knew someone from the Secret Service was here tonight, I wouldn't have come."

Chen Ji: "..."

What's the meaning?

I don’t want to be a disciple anymore?

The old man muttered to himself: "It's strange. The divination predicted before going out was obviously good, but I thought I could pick up a gold ingot... It's so lucky."

Chen Ji was confused by these words: "Master, don't you ask tonight..."

The old man walked in front, with his back to him and raised a hand to block the topic: "Wait a minute, don't tell me. I don't want to know about this kind of troublesome thing. It will definitely not do anything good if I know it. I can live."

At the age of ninety-two, all you have to do is mind your own business."

Chen Ji: "You are quite good at seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune..."

The old man stopped and said, "The medicine has been delivered. Where is the money?"

Chen Ji was stunned. How did he know that there was money for medicine? "I forgot to ask Mr. Zhou for it..."

The old man turned around unhappily: "You go back and ask them for it."

Chen Ji simply said decisively: "I won't go."

The old man thought for a long time: "Then you can make up for the medicine."

Chen Ji changed the subject: "...Are you familiar with them?"

The old man said: "I have dealt with these people in the capital in the early years. These people are cruel and cruel, and they always like to do things that make people angry. From now on, if you meet on the street, just pretend that you don't know them. Or, if you go out on the street in the future, pretend that you don't know them.

Me too."

Chen Ji: "..."

The old man said to himself: "With the arrival of a big shot from the Secret Service, Luo City may be in trouble."

The long street was quiet, and Luo City seemed to be asleep. Even the usually bustling East Market had become quiet, with many of the lights extinguished.

The watchman passed them face to face with a white lantern in his creaking nest, and knocked the gong of the third watch in boredom, shouting that the sky is dry and things are dry, and be careful with candles.

When he reached a crossroads, Chen Ji suddenly saw the master taking out three copper coins from his sleeve.

The next second, the old man raised his head and glanced at the direction of the stars, squatted down, and threw the copper coin six times on the bluestone road: "Well... go to the left."

"Master, is there any danger on the right?" Chen Ji was curious.

"There is no danger at all. You may encounter a beggar when reading the horoscope. As I get older, I have become more sympathetic. I may throw money to him if I see him, so I will take a detour and not see him," the old man explained calmly.

Chen Ji: "..."

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In the Zhou Mansion, Jiaotu squatted on the Grand Master's chair, holding his chin and looking at the night sky: "Just let him go like this? Because his master knows the eunuch?"
To be continued...