There is a noodle stall outside Donglian Thirteen Lane, which is crowded in the early morning.

The boss is a middle-aged aunt wearing an apron. There is no waiter in the noodle stall. She relies entirely on the work of the diners and the consciousness of the diners.

In places like Donglian Thirteen Lane, most of the diners who come to eat noodles are neighbors, and everyone is familiar with each other, so naturally there are not so many rules.

Wang Dachui and Lin Fan had new faces, so they sat down for a long time.

During this long period of time, Lin Fan was naturally worried about Sun Degan, but Wu Dachui seemed to be very relieved. He patted Lin Fan on the shoulder and said, "If he wants to die, you can't look at him all the time. I think my words make sense. If he also said it makes sense, then nothing will happen."

Lin Fan never felt that what Wu Dachui said to convince Sun Degan was a bullshit.

But Sun Degan did say something reasonable, so he stretched out a finger and said, "I'll go back and take a look."

Wu Dachui had no choice but to let Lin Fan go home.

Lin Fan rubbed his hands and feet and returned home like a thief. As soon as he walked into the courtyard, he saw Sun Degan in the hall wiping the courtyard with a rag. Then he felt at ease and quietly returned the same way.

Back at the noodle stall, two bowls of noodles with meat filling were emitting fragrance.

Lin Fan finally came down to eat noodles with peace of mind. Looking at Wu Dachui, he still didn't understand why he could convince Sun Degan.

"Sixth brother, do you know what the second brother does?"

Lin Fan nodded. Although he had never seen pork, he had also seen pig run. The name of Zhoutian Pavilion is well known to everyone in Zhoutian. Its utility is to manage practitioners in the world.

Wang Dachui whispered: "Practitioners usually come from sects, so the work we deal with major sects in the Zhoutian is the majority. Although I don't know why my brother must let you enter the Zhoutian Pavilion, it will definitely be helpful to you."

Lin Fan nodded again. After swallowing a mouthful of noodles, he immediately felt that the taste was very suitable for his taste.

Wang Dahui gently tapped the table and said, "Today I want to take you to Zhoutian Pavilion. You will be arranged in the Second Division."

Lin Fan didn't know where Ersi was, but he naturally had no objection.

"The people in Ersi are not bad, but they are indeed a bunch of wine bags, so do whatever you should do and don't get involved in their bad habits."

Lin Fan was a little confused about the meaning of this sentence, but Wang Dachui said, "Let's have dinner, we will take a carriage after eating."

“No more motion sickness?”

Wang Dachui's eyebrows rose and said helplessly: "The journey is not long, it can be tolerated."

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The Zhoutian Pavilion in the imperial capital is divided into sixteen sects. Each time the sect is located in different areas of the huge imperial capital, like a big net, covering the entire imperial capital.

As Wang Dahui said, the Ersi is indeed not far from Donglian Thirteen Lane.

Most of the 13th Lane of Donglian live in ordinary people, without sects or cultivators. From this point, we can see that the Second Session has a low status in the Zhoutian Pavilion of the Imperial Capital.

However, even if it is not high, people from Zhoutian Pavilion will inevitably look up to the streets of the Di Capital.

The reason for looking up is very simple. Most of the Zhoutian Pavilion are practitioners with successful practice. Otherwise, they must have talents that ordinary people cannot have.

For ordinary people, being able to enter the Zhoutian Pavilion is a golden rice bowl.

Lin Fan didn't know that he had received a golden rice bowl as soon as he arrived in the imperial capital, but just walked into the two departments of Zhoutian Pavilion. He felt that this place was really cold.

Apart from the somewhat empty martial arts venue, the most important thing about this coldness is that it seems that there is no one here.

Wu Dachui didn't care about this. He took Lin Fan all the way into the depths of Zhoutian Hall, crossed the rockery pond, and passed through the small bridge in the hall, and finally came to a pavilion.

The pavilion is located on the small bridge. The surrounding scenery is as beautiful as a painting, but the people in the pavilion are gambling.

"I'm a farmer. Come and place a bet."

The young man who spoke was handsome and looked majestic in the unified uniform of Zhoutian Pavilion, but his face was a little immature. No matter how mature his words and deeds were, he gave people the feeling of being a child.

There were two people standing opposite him, about the same age as him, and they looked childish. They took out the silver and put it on the table, watching the young man shake the dice cup.

The young people are very skilled in shaking the sieve. It seems that they have long been accustomed to the time of playing by shaking dices.

Wang Dachui took Lin Fan to the pavilion and watched the three young men concentrate without saying a word.

The three young men seemed not to notice Wang Dahui's appearance. With a crisp sound of falling cups, after the young man started, the other two were holding their breath and looking at the points in it, showing a look of disappointment.

The young man proudly put away all the money, and then when he smiled, his smile suddenly became stiff.

Because Wang Dahui stood beside him at this time and said, "Your table and sieve have some problems."

At this time, no one paid attention to the problem of the table and the sieve. The three of them finally saw Wang Dachui, and their faces were as pale as paper. They quickly defended: "Second Master, Second Master."

Wang Dahui waved his hand and said, "I know I'm free here, but I didn't expect that I'm so idle. Zhao Mingchu, I think I have to take a walk around your house."

He was called Zhao Mingchu, a young man who shook dice cups. He said several times when he heard this, and said quickly: "Second Master, don't, you don't remember the villain's past, isn't this the same thing..."

"What's the same?"

Zhao Mingchuyi lowered his head and muttered: "I really have nothing to do."

Of course, this was exchanged for Wang Dahui's hand knife, which cut it hard on the back of Zhao Mingchu's neck.

Zhao Mingchu yelled, and was about to fall to the ground with a staggering sound. The two teenagers opposite him immediately helped him.

Wang Dachui asked sternly: "The case that happened in Donglian Thirteenth Lane ten years ago was confirmed to be the cause of the practitioner. Has it been solved?"

"Five years ago, did the fierce battles among practitioners in Dayoufang cause the death of thirty-four people?"

"Three years ago..."

Zhao Mingchu rubbed his neck and said bitterly: "Second Master, General Zhou Tian has been following these cases. There is no clue, just for us..."

"Shut up!" Wang Dachu said majesticly: "The case needs to be investigated. Can you find clues by betting here?"

The three of them shut up honestly. The first time Lin Fan saw Wang Dachui like this, he stood beside his second brother more honestly.

Wang Dachui cursed for a quarter of an hour. The three teenagers were covered in saliva, and the three teenagers were covered in their faces, as if they were about to cry.

In this atmosphere, Lin Fan had to pull the corner of King Daehh's clothes.

Wang Dahui seemed to remember what he was doing today at this time and finally stopped talking.

Lin Fan finally let out a sigh of relief, which was the first time he knew his second brother's status in the Zhoutian Pavilion, and also understood what the second corpus was. (To be continued...)
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