I felt a little unnatural, so I said to Senior Brother Zhuang: "Senior Brother Zhuang, there is no outsider, don't be the leader of the sect, so I don't know how to face you."

Senior Brother Zhuang smiled: "Haha, you will get used to it slowly."

He was talking, and Senior Brother Geng Youbo also came in from outside. He came to me and bowed to me like Senior Brother Zhuang, saying, "Junior Brother, Master." This made me feel very upset.

When Senior Brother Geng walked past me, I found that he kept glancing at Xiao Renya and Liu Shangang, frowned. I felt that he was not very satisfied with Liu Shangang, his future son-in-law.

Senior Brother Zhuang took out a folded piece of white paper from his briefcase and said to me: "You go find this person tomorrow, and he should be able to repair the Qinggang Sword."

I unfolded the paper and saw an address written on it, and a very twisted name: Qiu Huahui.

Senior Brother Zhuang continued, "I will ask you to take you with me tomorrow. It is not easy to find a place for him to live."

I folded the paper back and put it in my pocket, and asked Senior Brother Zhuang: "Senior Brother, are we here this time for the Olympics?"

Senior Brother Zhuang: "Who told you it's for the Olympics? Don't think about it or talk nonsense. I will notify you when there is a task. When there is no task, you can take them around everywhere. It just so happens that you are here for the first time in Beijing, and there are many places to visit."

Judging from Senior Brother Zhuang’s words, it should be quite easy to come to Beijing this time, so I said, “Can I bring my parents here? They have never been to Beijing.”

Senior Brother Zhuang shook his head: "No. After all, it is still possible to receive a task. If you encounter a more troublesome situation, you may also involve your parents. Okay, I have something else to do. Brother Geng will be by your side these two days. If you have anything to do, tell him that he is very familiar with this area."

After saying that, Senior Brother Zhuang walked out of the hotel. He walked very quickly and did not say goodbye deliberately before leaving. It seemed that there was something urgent.

After he left, Senior Brother Geng urged us to go back to the room to sleep, saying that we would leave early this morning and told us to get up early.

It was already twelve o'clock when I returned to the guest room. I thought I would get up early tomorrow morning, so I quickly washed it and planned to go to bed immediately.

But as soon as I sat on the bed, Liang Houzai asked me without hesitation: "Brother Dao, don't you find it strange?"

I was confused by his sudden question: "What's strange?"

Liang Houzai said: "Since Brother Zhuang asked Brother Geng to accompany you to find Qiu Huahui, why do you still have to give you an address?"

After hearing what he said, I felt strange. Yes, since Senior Brother Geng is going with us, why does Senior Brother Zhuang still give me Qiu Huahui's detailed address? Isn't this an unnecessary move?

I asked Liang Houzai: "What do you think?"

Liang Houzai shook his head: "I can't say it well, I just think that tomorrow's matter may not be that simple."

I asked him again: "Do you think there is a conspiracy?"

Liang Houzai: "That's not the case. Brother Zhuang can't harm you, right?"

"That's all," I smiled at him and said, "Go to bed quickly, let's talk about tomorrow's affairs tomorrow."

But when I said this, I kept wondering in my heart that after Liu Shangang turned off the light, I tossed and turned on the bed and couldn't sleep. Instead, Liang Houzai started snoring not long after.

Since I learned that Luo Youfang is our man, I have been a little restless for some reason.

Since we can insert inside lines like Luo Youfang into the Burial Cult, can't the Burial Cult put their eyeliners into the Soul-Jiangzhuang?

I didn't doubt Senior Brother Zhuang, but after hearing Liang Houzai say those words, I felt very nervous.

I had a vague premonition. I felt that there seemed to be a traitor around us, and this person had been lurking around us for many years. This feeling only appeared two days ago, and at that time I happened to confirm Luo Youfang's incident.

Speaking of which, this made me feel much more at ease. At least this premonition has its origin. If it appears in my mind for no reason, it will appear in my mind. I can only determine that this is the intuition brought to me by small arithmetics.

This intuition formed by practicing small arithmetics for many years is always very accurate, and no mistakes have occurred yet.

I don’t know when I fell asleep. At five o’clock in the morning, when Senior Brother Geng knocked on the door and told us to get up, I felt like I had only been sleeping for a few minutes, and I couldn’t describe my physical and mental fatigue.

Although the hotel can serve a simple breakfast, the breakfast time is from 7:00 to 9:00, and the kitchen may have just opened fire now.

Senior Brother Geng was waiting for everyone on the first floor. Liu Shangang and I were the first to come down. As soon as Senior Brother Geng saw me, he smiled and said to me: "I will take you to try Beijing specialties this morning."

While rubbing my eyes, I asked, "What specialty is it?"

Senior Brother Geng showed a meaningful smile: "Douji."

When I first heard the word "bean juice", I thought Senior Brother Geng was talking about soy milk. I felt strange that there was no such thing, so why did it become a specialty in Beijing?

It was not until I was eating that soy juice and soy milk were completely different things. I was still sleepy at that time. When Senior Brother Geng put a large bowl of soy juice in front of me, I just smelled something that was not right, but without thinking too much, I picked it up and took a big sip.

My God, the smell is so... sour and sour, it is clearly a smell of rotten beans.

When I tasted it wrong, I almost sprayed all the bean juice in my mouth, but there was already a lot of breakfast on the table, and there were other people's bowls. If I sprayed this mouthful, everyone's breakfast would be contaminated by me.

Because I am now the head of the Shouzheng lineage and have to be responsible for everyone's diet, even if Senior Brother Geng is present, I will pay for the meal.

At that time, I thought that not only wasting a table of food, but also having to pay an extra portion of money, so I bit the bullet and swallowed the mouth of soy sauce.

Then I looked at the dining table and saw that except for my bowl containing black bean juice, everyone else drank white soy milk.

I asked Senior Brother Geng: "Why don't you drink soy juice?"

Senior Brother Geng smiled: "I clearly said that I would take you to try Beijing's specialties, but I didn't say that everyone would try it."

He laughed while talking, and his throat broke, and it made me feel like I was sucking a bellows.

After a while, Senior Brother Geng said to me again: "Drink all your bowl."

I looked at the bowl of "sorbent water" and asked Senior Brother Geng: "Why?"

Senior Brother Geng chewed the fried dough sticks in his mouth and said to me: "Don't waste food. Oh, don't be sad. If you take a few more sips, you will find it delicious."

I'll feel it tastes good if I take a few more sips? Why don't I believe it?

I picked up the bowl at hand and asked Senior Brother Geng: "It's true or false, have you drunk it too?"

Senior Brother Geng shook his head: "No, I heard from Dawei and the others that I had bad breath, fragrant two sips, and then I fell in love with it after taking a few more sips."

Today I was really eye-opening. Senior Brother Geng, who has always shown himself as a gentle person, actually tripped me up and played so hard. If you get me a bowl of such things, how can I drink it?

I looked at the bean juice in my hand and had a long ideological struggle. Finally, I decided to drink it. I think that since someone can make such food and sell it publicly, it means that it must have its own value.

The first mouthful was sour and smelly, the second mouthful was still sour and smelly, and the third mouthful didn't feel any change in the taste, but as I drank it, I gradually adapted to the taste and felt it was pretty good. With the burnt circle and pickles, it tasted a different taste.

Senior Brother Geng sat opposite me in surprise and looked at me drinking all the bean juice and asked me: "Have you adapted so quickly?"

I wiped my mouth: "Well, I thought it was pretty good as I drank it. By the way, Senior Brother Geng, I'll ask you something."

Senior Brother Geng: "You said."

I took out the blank paper that Senior Brother Zhuang gave me last night and asked, "I just can't understand why Senior Brother Zhuang clearly asked you to take me to find Qiu Huahui, but he still wanted to give me such an address in one go?"

Senior Brother Geng smiled: "This is not an unnecessary move. To be honest, I have never seen Qiu Huahui, nor have I been to the place where he lives. But if I had not been with me, although you could find Qiu Huahui's residence by address, you would not have seen him."

I wondered: "What does it mean?"

Senior Brother Geng said: "In our Jihun Village, only people from the Yuxian lineage can break the Feng Shui situation of Qiu Jia."

At this time, Liang Houzai came over and asked curiously: "I have never heard of a Qiu family in the industry. What does this family do?"

Senior Brother Geng thought for a while and said, "Quo Jia should be considered a family of secrecy, but they do not practice magic, only practice Feng Shui, medical skills, and also study numerology and cleverness. To put it bluntly, Qiu Jia is a specialist in academic research, and their family's academic system is complex, and each branch has its own expertise. Qiu Huahui's expertise is Feng Shui and cleverness."

Seeing that everyone was almost finished eating, Senior Brother Geng made a respectful look and hugged me, and said to me: "Junior Brother, go check out."

After I paid for breakfast, Senior Brother Geng took us on the way.

Qiu Huahui's address is far from Tongzhou. Senior Brother Geng drove for nearly two hours before he arrived at the entrance of the old Hutong mentioned at the address.

Senior Brother Geng found a place to park the car, and then he called everyone into the alley.

This alley looks old, with old buildings with tall bricks and tiles on both sides, and there is also a very old archway at the entrance of the alley.

Senior Brother Geng took us to a blue-black door and knocked on the door knocker.

Other people's doors are either red or black, but this one is black, neither black nor green. The whole door looks like a piece of black iron glowing in green, and the copper ball on the door has also been painted dark green.

I felt very uncomfortable when I looked at such a door, as if I had seen a gate of hell.

After a while, a woman's voice sounded behind the door: "Who are you looking for?"

I didn't hear footsteps before, she seemed to appear in front of the door in an instant.

Senior Brother Geng answered without rushing. He took out his cell phone, stood there fiddling for a while, then looked at the cell phone and said, "Qimen Dunjia, the ring head is in the air."

I didn't understand what he meant, but the person on the other side of the door seemed to understand, so I heard the woman over there say, "Come in."

While speaking, the door opened a gap. Senior Brother Geng put his hand on the door and pushed it gently, and the door opened.

But there was no one on the other side of the door. I couldn't help but frown, and Senior Brother Geng patted my shoulder: "Get in."

I nodded and walked through the threshold with him.

Liang Houzai walked at the end of the team. As soon as he entered the door, he heard a long sound of "Squeak-----" and the door actually closed itself.
Chapter completed!