Zhu Yanyin's mood is also quite complicated at the moment.
When he was in Jiangnan, he actually had no idea about the Demon Cult. He even thought that the two words sounded a bit powerful. Just by thinking about it, he could picture a big demon in black clothes, with cold, cruel and bloodthirsty eyes. When he appeared, the sky was full of red moons and crows dancing miserably, and the fire was blazing and no grass grew. It was just like the rebellious fantasy in the heart of a nobleman in Jiangnan. If he knew that he was related to the Demon Cult at that time, he might be ecstatic for a short time.
But now it is different. After seeing the real world of martial arts, Zhu Yanyin discovered that firstly, the most famous and powerful black-clothed devil in the Central Plains martial arts world is not the leader of the Demon Cult; secondly, the Demon Cult is really bad.
The "killings are like flies" in the storybooks are all fresh lives in reality. Whether it is the exterminated Jinqian Gang or the three people still lying in Shuijingfang, they are all glaring proof of the "evil" of the Burning Fire Hall. The blood and cruelty are unimaginable to ordinary people. The numerous crimes are just like the saying that anyone can kill them.
The second son of the Zhu family didn't really want to be included in the "execution" category, but he really couldn't remember what happened before he lost his memory, so he had to continue sitting at the table dignified and calmly.
Li Sui asked: "Do you know who is spreading rumors outside?"
It has not even been investigated yet, but it has been labeled as a rumor right away. He is indeed an unreasonable and self-willed devil.
Zhu Yanyin shook his head: "I just heard that Uncle Zhang has sent people to investigate, and there should be results soon."
Zhu Xiaosui took the opportunity to say, "Why don't you ask Palace Master Li to go back first? After we find out the truth, we can come back and discuss it in detail with Wanren Palace."
Li Sui pulled over a chair.
I wish Xiaosui will have another heart attack. Don’t you people in the martial arts world listen to what others say
There were too many people crowded in the room, so Zhu Yanyin signaled the servants to clear the corridor first, and told the book boy to go downstairs to make tea.
Zhu Xiaosui stood there like a nail, his eyes twisting and turning. If I leave, what if Palace Master Li does something bad to the young master
Zhu Yanyin: With you here, can we turn disadvantages into advantages? No, I guess not. Go quickly.
Zhu Xiaosui reluctantly said "oh" and went to make tea. He left the door wide open when he left. Although this move was not very meaningful, it at least showed his clear attitude of "I can't let my son be alone with the devil".
In the end, Zhu Yanyin closed the door himself.
The loyal old butler outside the door: "..."
Li Sui said: "There should be few sects in the martial arts world who dare to spread rumors about the Burning Fire Palace."
Zhu Yanyin thought for a moment and said, "Hmm."
Dare not to spread rumors but dare to attack, the two are not contradictory. After all, the attack is a grand march north by the whole martial arts world, and the ultimate goal is to protect themselves. It is a choice between the death of the demon sect or the death of oneself. But spreading rumors is different. It cannot be done by everyone together. At most, two or three sects can plan together, and there is no obvious benefit to be gained - there is no benefit, and it offends the Zhu Mansion and attracts the attention of the Burning Fire Hall. Only a fool would do this loss-making business.
Zhu Yanyin asked: "Since it is not a martial arts sect, could it be a rumor spread by the Demon Cult itself?"
Li Sui reminded: "It could also be your enemy."
He is not a man of the martial world and does not understand the dangers of the martial world. He sends people out to cause trouble when he gets angry. This is consistent with Palace Master Li's positioning that "the people surrounding the white fool must be fools like him."
Zhu Yanyin had the confidence of a prominent family, as if he said, "Don't be ridiculous. How could anyone dare to offend my family?"
Both sides don't know much about each other's world, but they can basically reach a consensus that this rumor is most likely caused by the Demon Cult behind it.
Zhu Yanyin continued to ask: "What's the purpose?"
Li Sui said: "I'm afraid that you and I are too close."
This reason is credible. After all, the status of the Zhu Mansion in Jiangnan is obvious. If Wanren Palace really relies on this backer, it will indeed be a thorny problem for Fenhuo Palace.
As for whether there are other reasons behind this… Zhu Yanyin probed: “Why don’t we capture two of those Burning Fire Hall disciples who have been following me and ask them?”
Li Sui raised his eyelids and said, "In the books you read, before the Demon Cult issues an order, they always explain the cause and effect, motives and purpose to their disciples carefully before letting them do the work?"
Zhu Yanyin: “…” Okay, I understand, but what is this mocking and contemptuous tone? How do you know that the person following me is definitely a minion? What if he is the one who is planning the whole thing? Who can say for sure
Li Sui patiently explained: "I have checked the identities of all the people who followed you."
Zhu Yanyin: Yes, yes.
"Be careful." Li Sui stood up, "This journey will not be peaceful."
"Palace Master Li!" Seeing him leaving, Zhu Yan couldn't help but yell again, "Do I really have nothing to do with the Demon Cult?"
Zhu Zhang, who was eavesdropping at the door, felt dizzy. What a terrible question!
Li Sui frowned: "Do you think it has something to do with the Demon Cult?"
Zhu Yanyin was stunned. Of course not. Where did you get this strange understanding from? But he hesitated again: "But I have lost my memory and don't remember what happened before. What if—"
Before I could figure out the result, the scene in front of me suddenly shook. A gust of wind blew towards me, and my ears buzzed. I felt like I fell into a pile of cotton. My knees went weak and I fell backwards. I was confused and had no idea what was going on.
Li Sui grabbed him in time and put him on the table: "Chi Tian will not choose someone like you."
Zhu Yanyin was terrified: "What did you just do?"
Li Sui sneered: "You don't even know what I just did, but you still want to work for the Burning Fire Palace?"
Zhu Yanyin was speechless. Who wants to work for the Burning Fire Palace? I am discussing various possibilities with you. And what if Chi Tian is interested in my financial resources
Li Sui pinched his face and left in a good mood.
However, this good mood only lasted until he walked out of the room. Once he returned to his residence, Palace Master Li was still the big devil who would kill anyone who offended him. The shadow guard who came to report the news lowered his head and said carefully: "The source of the news is a middle-aged woman in her forties, unfamiliar, speaking with a foreign accent. After spreading the rumor, she disappeared without a trace."
People from the Zhu Mansion were also looking for this woman. As for Magistrate Ma of Wanjing City, he was not very active in investigating other cases, but he was very quick in investigating the Zhu family case. Zhu Zhang didn't even need to go to the mansion, as the yamen runners and officials had already rushed all over the city.
The Wulin League also didn't believe that Zhu Yanyin had anything to do with the Demon Cult. First, it was because Zhu Yanyin and Li Sui were obviously close. Second, the Zhu family in Jiangnan was already very wealthy and powerful. Why would a young master in the family need to join the Demon Cult? Not to mention that the conditions in the snowfield were very bad. The wind was howling. There was no need, no need.
The Zhu family's housekeeper was too lazy to even explain, and he still came and went the inn and the Wulin Alliance freely, with the air of a wealthy family, as if "if my young master wanted to stir up bloodshed in the Wulin world, there was no need for him to rely on the Demon Cult". He also sincerely requested Wan Zhuyun to find out the truth as soon as possible - this was the way of dealing with the world that he had accumulated over the years. Although the Zhu family brought a lot of masters with them and the government assisted them, they did not need to rely on others to solve the problem, but the Wulin Alliance controlled the entire martial arts world after all, so they still had to give them face and could not ignore it too much.
How could Wan Zhuyun not see through this? The ways of the world require give and take, so he gave the Zhu family full face and ordered all the sects not to discuss the matter recklessly and to continue to focus all their energy on arresting the murderer.
There was a notice posted brightly at the city gate. A white-haired old man squeezed forward and asked the scholar next to him: "Excuse me, sir, what is written on it?"
"The government is offering a reward for the person who spread the rumor, and they also said that Master Zhu has nothing to do with the Demon Cult. If you bring this up again, you will go to jail."
"Nothing else?"
“No more.”
After thanking him, the old man carried the medicine bag and pork in his hand and returned to the north of the city. There was a large courtyard there where many poor people lived, including performers, medicine sellers, fortune tellers, thieves, swindlers, gangsters and ruffians. It was a chaotic scene.
"Fang'er." He pushed open the door cheerfully, "I bought braised meat for you."
"Grandpa." The girl with red braids stood up, looking a little nervous. Behind her was another person, none other than Lan Yan from Wanren Palace, who was sitting in a chair with a shocking posture and a lazy and indifferent expression - it was obvious that a beautiful girl really couldn't hang out with a big devil, as she would easily be led astray.
The old man was startled and quickly protected his granddaughter behind him: "Who are you?"
Lan Yan got straight to the point: "Did you kill Cui Wei?"
“No…No!”
Lan Yan threw a broken knife onto the table and said, "I found it in the woods outside the city. Do you want me to send it to the government to check if it matches the wounds on Cui Wei's body?"
The old man's lips trembled, knowing that he could no longer hide this matter, so he made up his mind: "Yes, I killed that rapist, it has nothing to do with my granddaughter, you can take me to the authorities!"
"No, I killed him!" The girl with red braids was also anxious. "My grandfather's hand was injured, so he couldn't kill anyone. That knife was mine. I used it to perform. Everyone in the city knew it!"
Lan Yan ignored the quarrel and continued to ask, "Did you only kill Cui Wei?"
"...Yes, yes." The girl with red braids supported the old man, "We also looked at the official list and knew that three people died, but I only killed one. The other two were not there at the time."
"They weren't there then, but they were there before. Have you seen them?" Lan Yan stood up and said, "Come with me."
"I'll go with you, and let my granddaughter—"
"That's enough." Lan Yan interrupted with a frown, "My palace master only wants to question him and has no interest in helping the government solve the case. But if you continue to shout, I'm afraid everyone in the yard will know that you killed Cui Wei."
As expected, the grandfather and grandson stopped talking.
Lan Yan had already hired a carriage in the back alley and took them back to the inn quietly.
Zhu Yanyin stood in the corridor and watched the group of people enter the guest rooms of Wanren Palace.
Zhu Xiaosui was alert: "Young Master, are you trying to join in the fun again?"
Zhu Yanyin said: "No, I'm just taking a walk."
Zhu Xiaosui: "Then I will accompany you to the garden."
Zhu Yanyin said hypocritically: "I still need to change clothes, what a hassle, I'll just walk around here."
He strolled back and forth with his hands behind his back, making the wooden floor creak, and he would recite a line or two of poetry from time to time, wondering when the spring flowers and autumn moons would end. It was so annoying.
Anyway, Dayu's laws don't forbid scholars from reciting poetry.
How much do you know about the past? How much do you know about the past
Li Sui opened the door expressionlessly and dragged the person in.
It looks like a puff of snow-white air flying up in a flash.
Zhu Yanyin: “Hey!”
Li Sui put him on a chair, leaned over and threatened with gritted teeth: "Don't make any noise."
I wish the second young master to sit up straight: Okay, okay.