"You want to save Grandpa?"

The old scholar's voice trembled and he asked:

"Master, what's wrong with him?"

Zhao Rang saw that he didn't seem to be a hypocrite, and such a secret person wouldn't have much contact with his master's family on weekdays.

Otherwise, if there are too many of them, others will recognize them, so what’s the point of hiding them?

"How often do you and Mr. Wang San meet?"

The old scholar shook his head and replied:

"I never meet. Only when my grandfather has something to do, he will send a message to me to take care of it."

Zhao Rang pondered for a moment and said to the old scholar:

"Let's go, this is not the place to talk!"

"Where to go?"

Zhao Rang said impatiently:

"Of course we go to a place where we can talk easily."

The old scholar hesitated.

After a long silence, he asked:

"Why should I believe you?"

Zhao Rang said calmly:

"You don't want anything to happen to Grandpa, right?"

The old scholar nodded:

"certainly!"

Zhao Rang continued:

"I don't want to either."

"Although we have different reasons for worrying, in the end we don't want anything to happen to him, so you have to believe me!"

Zhao Rang's words are very convincing.

The old scholar silently picked up his iron rod, put it on his shoulder, and asked:

"Where to go?"

After Zhao Rang told him the name of the inn, the old scholar said that he knew a small road that could avoid the main street. It was very secluded and there were almost no pedestrians.

Zhao Rang knew that he was still worried about him.

Follow the path he is familiar with, and if he finds something wrong, he can always turn his back and take action.

With the old scholar's level 5 martial arts cultivation, which was similar to his own, and the amazing strength gained through hard training, although he was no match for Zhao Rang, there was no problem at all if he wanted to survive wholeheartedly.

Zhao Rang expressed no objection to this, so he let the old scholar lead the way and walked from the path to the inn.

I don't know how many alleys they passed through, and the two of them even scaled the courtyard wall of a house.

Fortunately, both of them have good cultivation, so it is not difficult to hide their figures in front of ordinary people.

However, Zhao Rang was still extremely shocked by the old scholar's strength!

Because he was carrying such a heavy iron bar, he was able to lift it as lightly as he climbed over the wall, and there was no sound at all when he landed!

"arrive!"

Coming out of a small road, the old scholar stood still and said.

Zhao Rang had long been confused by the twists and turns of the road. Only when he saw the plaque of the inn did he come back to his senses.

"Yes, this is it!"

After Zhao Rang finished speaking, he walked towards the inn, but the old scholar pressed his shoulders and kept looking around, for fear of being ambushed.

"Old sir, if I had this intention, I would have killed you just now! Why wait until now?"

The old scholar thought about it and thought it was right, but his old face was a little uneasy and he said in a low voice:

"Then let's go!"

In the hotel lobby, the waiter was drinking behind the counter.

People from the Western Regions are good at wine, and Yuan Mingkong gave him a lot of reward today, which is enough for him to live happily for several days.

When Zhao Rang came back, he immediately greeted him with a smile and worshiped him as the God of Wealth!

However, in the Western Regions, there is no such thing as the "God of Wealth". They call wealthy and generous customers "Golden Pockets".

Although Zhao Rang didn't give him a reward, the clerk knew that he was with Tong Yuan Mingkong. The two had a close relationship, so it was right to fawn over him!

"The guest officer is back!"

Zhao Rang pointed upstairs and asked:

"Is the girl in the house okay?"

The guy nodded like a chicken pecking at rice:

"Everything is fine, everything is fine. I gave that girl food and water!"

Zhao Rang replied with a smile:

"You did a good job. When his brother comes back, he will definitely give you a reward!"

The waiter happily agreed. Seeing that Zhao Rang was still with others, he didn't ask any questions and went back to the counter to continue drinking.

The old scholar walked up the stairs carrying a heavy iron bar, which made the whole inn creak.

Yuan Kexin, who was in the house, heard such a big noise and quickly opened the door to check.

"Scared me!"

"Your brother hasn't come back yet?"

Zhao Rang asked when he saw that Yuan Kexin was the only one in the room.

"Not yet. This is..."

Yuan Kexin stared blankly at the old scholar behind Zhao Rang.

After all, the iron rod he carried on his shoulders was too eye-catching.

"You're on your own, don't be nervous!"

Yuan Kexin nodded, welcomed the two of them into the house, and poured two more cups of Golden Wind and Jade Dew.

"Try this wine, old man!"

Zhao Rang picked up the cup and drank it in one gulp, feeling refreshed all over.

The old scholar put the iron rod on the ground, glanced at the wine glass, but was indifferent, and instead urged:

"You'd better tell the story first!"

Zhao Rang told in detail what happened between him and Mr. Wang San that day. But he did not tell the old scholar what the horse dealer said.

If you talk too much, the old scholar can follow these clues and make up a story to fool himself.

What he wanted to know was whether the old scholar himself knew any secrets.

"I was just wondering why Xiangtengju suddenly closed the third floor. It turns out that... the master was poisoned!"

What Zhao Rang said had a great impact on the old scholar.

When he saw the notice in the hands of the young Liba, he had doubts, so he warned everyone not to be too impatient.

What he wanted to do was to stabilize the group of Liba first, and then contact Mr. Wang San through special channels to verify whether the matter was as simple as what was written in the notice.

It happened that after Zhao Rang heard the notice, he was eager to go to the market to pick up the work. This of course aroused the suspicion of the old scholar, so the previous battle took place.

"When was the last time Mr. Wang San contacted you?"

The old scholar said without thinking:

"Five days ago."

The old scholar remembers everything related to Mr. Wang San very clearly.

Zhao Rang calculated the time, and the horse dealer said that when he took over the girls in Yangguan, it was more than ten days ago, and it would take three days to reach the Merchant League from Yangguan.

And he took a long detour. If we give him two more days, then the day when he met Mr. Wang San would almost coincide with the time mentioned by the old scholar.

"What did Master tell you?"

Zhao Rang asked.

The old scholar kept silent.

At the moment, he could not verify whether Mr. Wang San was really poisoned, so he still had reservations about Zhao Rang.
To be continued...