"In the ninth year of Tianjia, Chu Lun went to Beijing to take the exam. This trip made him fall off the list for the second time. For this reason, the return trip was mainly to relax. He did not take the Xijiang waterway, but went south by horse carriage. He was entangled with him and arranged for him to stop along the way. This year was originally unremarkable, but I thought about it later, that is, from this year, Chu Lun got to know Liu Chengde. "
Qian Yu leaned on the side of the coffin and looked at Zuo Qingzhou. He hid Zuo Qingzhou's body under the Huashang Inn, filled with ice and incense, and all the books in front of Zuo Qingzhou were piled up around him.
"How do you know it's this year?" Cang Ji put on the new clothes brought by Xi Yan, and glanced sideways when he tied the belt, seeing that although Jing Lin was dozing off, he didn't really doze off.
"I checked the office of the inspectorate. In the ninth year of Tianjia, Liu Chengde's visit to the south not only coincided with Chu Lun's route, but also coincided with the time. The two of them met in the south, and it was after this trip. , Chu Lun frequently mentioned in the letter that Liu Chengde can be trusted." Qian Yu said softly, "At that time, the situation was in crisis, and some people in Beijing began to suspect Zuo Lang. Liu Chengde came so coincidentally, it was Zuo Lang who urgently needed help. When he met Zuo Lang through Chu Lun, he told Zuo Lang that the difficulty of the case was not in Yaxing, but in the court. Zuo Lang also believed that Liu Chengde had outstanding morals because of this meeting, so he was under Liu Chengde’s door. In the name of teachers and students, it is convenient to do things."
"Since he can deceive Zuo Qingzhou, it is not surprising that he can deceive Chu Lun." Cang Ji sat down and said, "What about later?"
"It was still ten years of Tianjia, and Zuo Lang used the hands of his father and brother to impeach the censor of the imperial censor for his ineffective supervision, condoning the rampant trafficking in various places. At that time, the emperor would still go to court, and I heard that the local government involved in the case was summoned to Beijing to report it, but Everyone who went there insisted that there was no such thing, and the Zuo family was greatly criticized for this." Qian Yu said, "Zuo Lang is cautious by nature. It made Zuo Lang even more grateful. But it was also at this time that Liu Chengde persuaded Zuo Lang and Chu Lun to temporarily stop communicating, so that all subsequent news exchanges between Zuo Lang and Chu Lun had to be relayed by him."
"Bridge." Jinglin suddenly opened his eyes and said so.
"Bridge?" Cang Ji thought for a while, and suddenly remembered their conversation in the virtual world of copper bells. Jinglin once guessed that Zuo Qingzhou and Chu Lun still had news exchanges after ten years of Tianjia, but they no longer rely on letters, but some kind of channel, but they did not expect it to be Liu Chengde.
"Why didn't I think of it." Jinglin frowned tightly, pinching his eyebrows, "Liu Chengde, as an inspector and imperial censor, can take advantage of his duties to enter and exit the capital, and he has won the trust of these two. If he can get the news, only It could be him."
"Yes, it can only be him." Qian Yu said, "The news of Tianjia's eleventh year was passed on by Liu Chengde, and the situation became more and more tense. Some people in the DPRK have been pointed at Zuo Lang, Zuo Jia Yu The situation in Beijing became more and more difficult. The case was imminent and the stalemate lasted for only a few months. Liu Chengde was ordered to inspect Dongxiang, and he met with Chu Lun again. But this time, he did one thing. "
"What's the matter?"
Qian Yu stood up, poured a cup of tea on the table, lifted it to Jing Lin and said, "Liu Chengde gave Chu Lun a pen."
Jing Lin's heart sank suddenly, his expression did not change, and he said, "A pen?"
"It was the pen demon that brought the variables." Qian Yu raised her head and drank it, "Although I have never explored Chu Lun's life tree, I know Zuo Lang's life tree. According to the life tree, Zuo Lang In the 12th year, the champion, and in the 17th year, the emperor died suddenly. In the 3rd year of the new emperor, Zuo Lang will thoroughly investigate these cases. No one in Zhongdu can escape! All the officials were displayed in Dali Temple. The court and the opposition were cleared, and the old case was brought to light. Zuo Lang therefore ascended to the top of the cabinet, and his life is magnanimous! There is no Chu Lun, nor should there be Chu Lun, but Liu Chengde gave Chu Lun this pen when it was urgent. ." Qian Yu's eyes were filled with hatred, "This pen tampered with the life tree, messed up the lives of mortals, and caused Zuo Lang to be imprisoned and tortured in all kinds of ways!"
"This pen." Jing Lin vaguely had a bigger guess, which made the idea he had been sure of overturned again and became a mess. He frowned and said, "How do you know that this pen has the ability to tamper with the life tree?"
"I don't know." Qian Yu leaned over the table, and the fox's eyes were vicious, "If I knew, I would kill Liu Chengde first, and then break the pen. It was because I didn't know that I let him fall into the trap. The hand of Chu Lun. I later entered Huangquan and found that the life tree was flipped and changed beyond recognition. In this world, there is such a special ability of the pen, only the sage of Yining! But how strange! Yining Didn't the sage know anything about it? He threw this pen in the middle of the crossing—could the gods in the Nine Heavens Realm be reduced to participating in personnel affairs and acting for tigers?!"
Jinglin said: "Yining is an upright person, and this matter may have twists and turns."
"I don't believe it." Qian Yu said word by word, "I don't believe in all the gods, Buddhas and demons in this world. I only believe in my eyes. If they are all involved, even the sages of Yining, even Jiutian. Sovereign God, I will list them one by one, and let them pay Zuo Lang one by one."
Jinglin's fingers half-covered his long and narrow eyes, he stared at Qian Yu and said, "If you have such ability, Zuo Qingzhou will not die in prison."
Qian Yu's lips were red, his breathing was rapid, and his fingers were tense.
"If you have a private relationship with mortals, and then indiscriminately kill living beings, you will be chased by the Soul Chasing Prison or the Division of Demarcation, and you will be thrown into the animal realm. As long as you add a few more strokes on your life tree, let alone being a demon, even if you are a beast, you will not be able to save your life. "Jinglin closed his eyes tiredly, and after a while, he said, "Do you know why I came here?"
Qian Yu didn't start, and said astringently, "I heard it's for a bell."
"It's just an excuse." Jing Lin said, "I'm here for Zuo Qingzhou."
Qian Yu immediately backed away and said, "You, you..."
When Jinglin opened his eyes again, he was deserted. He said, "To be honest, we both have a commission. Zuo Qingzhou's commission is only three words. If you can still calm down, I will tell you." Qian Yu looked at Jing Lin, but Jing Lin turned over the teacup and changed the topic, "But you can't follow the two of us to continue investigating the case."
"I won't let..."
"How long can Zuo Qingzhou's body be left alone, a month, a year? He is already dead." Jing Lin said coldly, "He will rot and disappear in front of your eyes, and you will not even have a chance to return to your soul."
"What does this have to do with you! I have my own way."
"This has nothing to do with me." Jing Lin said, "It's just about Zuo Qingzhou's commission."
"You lied to me." Qian Yu stared at him, "Zuo Lang is inseparable from me, he will not do anything without me."
"It's like you think that the fate tree is infallible." Jing Lin said.
Qian Yu was surprised and said, "If you really help, why don't you allow me to check!"
"I'm not helping you." Jinglin said, "Zuo Qingzhou's mortal body is useless, and your priority is not here. Even if I allow you to investigate, you will stop here. As a fox demon, you have already crossed the line, and now To investigate these matters, unless you, like Huashang, still have a life to replace. But your fox tail is broken, and now it will only hinder me in investigating the case. I entrust you with Zuo Qingzhou's entrustment to guide you, and bury this place. Take a corpse, go to Huangquan Lijinkou and wait for someone."
"Wait for who?"
Jinglin smiled subtly: "Who will you wait for in this life?"
Qian Yu suddenly opened his eyes, he grabbed Jing Lin's sleeve, and said anxiously: "The ghost took his soul, it was the wrong time when I chased Huang Quan, has he not been reincarnated yet?"
"Ghost knows." Jinglin pulled out his sleeve from his hand and said, "Ghosts always like to be lazy when they do things, wait a minute, maybe."
"If you lie to me," Qian Yu said, "you..."
Jinglin suddenly turned serious and said, "There are many souls coming and going from Jin, there are not ten thousand but eight thousand. You have to find them one by one and recognize them one by one. But if you miss it this time, you really won't be able to see it."
Qian Yu was stunned, and Jing Lin got up and said, "Zuo Qingzhou's commission is only three words."
Qian Yu said: "...you say."
Jing Lin said, "I can't let it go."
Qian Yu's eyes turned red all of a sudden, he turned his head to look at the coffin, choked with words, and believed eight points.
When he came out, Cang Ji bumped into Jinglin, put his chest against his shoulder, and whispered, "Didn't you say Zuo Qingri left early?"
"Well." Jing Lin said, "Not bad."
Cang Ji looked at his calm brows, "Ah", and said, "You lie to him."
"Yeah." Jing Lin said.
"What is he doing?" Cang Ji said, "If he can't find it, wouldn't it be more painful than not finding it."
"You didn't say that." Jinglin raised his head, "Don't forget Zuo Qingzhou. Since he doesn't forget, remember to death."
"No." Cang Ji used his height to block Jinglin's way, and said, "You see that this case has been investigated for Yining sage, and I am afraid that there will be a lot of follow-up involved, and he will be silenced. So, this case is really about Jiutian. people in the realm?"
Jing Lin reluctantly moved the corners of his lips. Seeing that the rain was endless, he stood side by side with Cang Ji under the eaves, pondered for a while, and said, "Liu Chengde in the brothel has released a sect god to stop you, right?"
"The Whip God." Cang Ji said, "It tastes like paper."
Jinglin looked at him unbearably and said, "Did you eat?"
Cang Ji felt bad, so he thoughtfully replied: "...I ate half of it and vomited it out again."
"That's really paper." Jing Lin thought for a while, and calmly patted Cang Ji's back shoulder, speechless and relieved.
Cang Ji's expression changed, and he said, "Paper?!"
"That's the magic art of painting." Jinglin said, raising his hand and drawing Cang Ji in the air, "Ling notes the pen and ink, and the painting is alive. The most powerful people in the Nine Heavens Realm can draw objects off paper. The drunk mountain monk can't do it, but Dongjun can do it."
Qingguang swam with Jinglin's fingertips, and suddenly a fat carp appeared between the rain curtains. The carp jumped into the rain with a "thump", swam a few times in the air, and turned into a green glow.
"In other words." Cang Ji leaned against the pillar and looked down at Jing Lin, "Only the emperor can leave the paper and draw objects, but the whip god that day was covered on the paper."
"The mystery comes from here." Jinglin said, "Even if it is a painting, not everyone can paint it so exquisitely. Above the Nine Heavens, there are not many people who have this skill in painting."
"Since that demon is your brother, can't he draw it?"
"Brother Tao has been stubborn since childhood." Jing Lin paused for Cang Ji and said, "Except for the most exquisite painting of the old turtle, the rest are all paintings of cats and mice, and wolves and rabbits. It is so delicate that the armor patterns are all included. The town god, even if he lives for another five hundred years, he may not be able to draw it."
Cang Ji looked at the rain and said, "Sure enough, it will involve the Nine Heavens Realm."
"Not only that, but we know more."
"for example?"
Jing Lin wiped off the raindrops that splashed on the back of his hand and said, "As far as I know, there is only one person who can draw to this level."
Cang Ji said: "Yining sage?"
Jinglin didn't answer, but said: "The drunk mountain monk has not been seen for many days, but I miss it."
"Do you miss the Drunk Mountain Monk, or do you miss his uprightness?" Cang Ji laughed inexplicably, "It seems that we, Jing Lin, are going to be blind for a while."
Jinglin hugged his shoulders and said, "I'm not familiar with him at all."
Cang Ji learnt his tongue: "Who swears by saying 'I don't believe in Leyan, but I believe in Yining'? Not a single old acquaintance is reliable." He patted his strong arm to show his magnanimity and let it go.
Jinglin kicked his calf, and Cang Ji retreated. Jing Lin went a step further and kicked, but the upper body was pulled into the arms by Cang Ji's arms. He undressed and covered his head, and walked into the rain with Jinglin.
After a few steps, Jing Lin said, "...there is an umbrella."
Cang Ji looked at Ye Yu and said to Jing Lin, "It takes a few steps to walk." He paused for a moment and said, "This will make it seem like 'smelling'. You have me, I have you, quickly squeeze the fox out The fragrance on my body, I smell the best."
Jinglin poked an umbrella on his waist and opened the plain paper umbrella with a "bang".