Changle was injured and walked very slowly.
Magistrate Hu and others were watching from a distance. Nanfeng didn't want them to know about their relationship, so he didn't rush to pursue them.
It wasn't until he was out of everyone's sight that Nanfeng sped up and chased after him. He was worried that Chang Le would draw a knife to protect himself when frightened, so he didn't dare to surprise Chang Le. Before approaching, he shouted, "Chang Le."
When Changle heard this, his whole body was shaken, and he stopped but did not turn around.
"It's me, Nanfeng." Nanfeng signed up. Not only Changle, his voice also changed a lot from five years ago.
Chang Le turned around eagerly when he heard the words. Although he didn't speak or come over to greet him, his eyes were wide open and his nose was trembling, which showed that he was extremely excited in his heart.
Nan Feng approached quickly and reached out to pat Chang Le on the shoulder. The brothers were reunited and were speechless with excitement.
Changle punched Nanfeng on the left chest. It was obvious that he wanted to laugh, but he might not have laughed for a long time. The corners of his mouth were slightly curled, the wings of his nose were trembling, and his smile was very stiff.
"Does the injury on your body matter?" Nan Feng asked with concern. Reminiscing about old times can be left for later. The most urgent task is to determine the extent of Chang Le's injury.
Changle shook his head, "I can't die."
"This is not the place to talk. You wait for me here, and I will go back and talk to them." Nanfeng turned around and headed west quickly.
Magistrate Hu and the magical power of Prajna are not as important as his own brothers. After greeting Magistrate Hu, Nanfeng immediately led his people back. He drove Changle in his carriage and ordered Zhang Zhong and others to return first.
After getting on the carriage, Changle started to cough. There were two types of coughs, one was a clear dry cough, and the other was mixed with noise. The latter was usually caused by wind and cold causing phlegm, so it didn't matter. The former is an injury to the heart and cannot be ignored. Changle had a dry, dry cough. After several coughs, he coughed up blood.
"That monk is a monk who lives in the mountains. You, a high-level Xuanwu man, dare to challenge him. You are lucky not to be beaten to death." Nanfeng blamed him sadly.
Changle frowned and looked at Nanfeng.
Nanfeng knew why Changle looked at him, "I am also a practitioner."
"Can practitioners also be officials?" Changle asked doubtfully.
"It's a long story, and I can't explain it at the moment." Nanfeng waved his hand. Logically speaking, Taoist monks cannot be officials. First of all, Taoist monks are monks, and participating in secular affairs will affect their spiritual practice. Secondly, the heads of the three sects are all real protectors of the country. They have entrusted the urn in heaven and are above the three princes. The emperor will obey their words. Since they have too much power, they must avoid the suspicion of planting cronies and usurping the throne.
Chang Le did not ask any further questions. He reached into his arms and took out a package, which contained some dried herbs. Chang Le took one and chewed it slowly.
"There is a bag of wine there." Nanfeng pointed to the inner corner.
Changle shook his head and didn't go to get it.
"Wine can activate blood circulation and warm the body." Nanfeng said.
Changle shook his head again, "I know, it's just that I haven't drank alcohol for many years."
It was a cold winter, and outside was no place for talking. Nanfeng was not in a hurry to reminisce with Changle, but instead tightened the reins and urged the horse to gallop.
Nanfeng didn't take the initiative to speak, and Changle didn't say anything either. He just sat on the couch, lost in thought.
After galloping all the way, we arrived at the county seat of Demen County at noon.
From far away, Nanfeng noticed something unusual. The area around the county government office was filled with government soldiers. When they got to the vicinity of the county government office, they discovered that several houses in the backyard and middle courtyard of the county government office had collapsed.
Seeing Nanfeng return, Zhang Zhong ran over and took over the reins, "Sir, Master Ji is waiting for you in the lobby."
"What's going on?" Nanfeng pointed to the collapsed houses.
"It seems that the white dog was responsible." Zhang Zhong also just came back not long ago, so he didn't know the details.
Nanfeng didn't ask any more questions and pulled Changle towards the county government office.
When the fat man saw Nan Feng coming back, he ran out of the lobby anxiously, "It's bad, it's bad."
After shouting a few times, he noticed Chang Le walking next to Nan Feng. After a moment of surprise, his worries turned into joy, and he ran over and grabbed Chang Le, asking questions, hitting and patting him.
When the fat man was jumping for joy, Nanfeng called Cui Zhen over and ordered him to summon craftsmen to repair the house.
"It doesn't make any difference whether we repair or not. Our good days are over." The fat man pulled Chang Le towards the county government office.
"What happened?" Nanfeng followed.
"I almost got you killed. Fortunately it was here, otherwise I would have been unlucky." The fat man pointed at the white dog walking beside him.
"You guys have something to do, I still..." Changle wanted to leave.
"What are you talking about? It's all a trivial matter. Come on, come on." The fat man pulled Chang Le into the lobby.
The three of them entered the central courtyard through the lobby. Five or six buildings in the central courtyard also collapsed. Looking at the ruins, it was definitely not the result of heavy snowfall, but rather like a white dog transforming into a beast, pounced and collided.
Before the kitchen was damaged, Nanfeng ordered the servants to prepare for the banquet. He passed through the middle courtyard and entered the backyard. He saw that the main house where the fat man lived had also collapsed, but the side room where he lived was still intact.
The two settled Changle in the wing where Nanfeng lived. The fat man urged tea and water. Nanfeng sent someone to call the doctor. After half a stick of incense, they sat down together.
The fat man first talked about the destruction of the county government office. It happened late last night. Two assassins, a man and a woman, sneaked into the county government office. They grabbed the fat man and asked him about Nanfeng's whereabouts. At this moment, Bai Quan saw his master in danger and transformed into a man. The fanged beast bit the male assassin to death. The female assassin threw a hidden weapon to create smoke and took the opportunity to escape. The white dog followed in pursuit. The fat man was worried that it was in danger, so he called it back.
When the fat man said this, Nanfeng subconsciously thought of Li Chaozong sending people to seek revenge, but this matter had nothing to do with Li Chaozong, because the fat man checked the body of the male assassin afterwards and found the Skylark and Hundred Flowers Needle on his body.
"These two are Momen's hidden weapons," Chang Le recognized the two hidden weapons that the fat man took out, "This one is the Skylark, and this one is the Hundred Flowers Needle."
"Do you know that there is a master in Momen who is a short dwarf?" Nanfeng asked.
Changle thought for a while and said, "There seems to be a dwarf who is an abandoned disciple of Momen. I can't remember his name."
Nanfeng nodded. The Gongshu Yaoshu was originally tied to the dwarf's leg. At that time, he was still wondering why the dwarf hid the secret book on his leg. Now it seems that the dwarf probably stole the secret book from Momen.
After he and Fatty met in Suzhou, he used copper thunder to plot against the woman who deceived Fatty, and then injured the woman's companion with Baihua needle outside the city. There is no airtight wall in the world. Those two assassins should be Xun Teng Mo. Gua came here.
"The Mo sect is good at mechanisms and knows how to create things. It is very famous. However, I heard that they keep to themselves and rarely get involved in the world. How could you mess with them?" Chang Le asked.
The fat man also knew about Nan Feng's killing of the dwarf, so he told Chang Le. After saying this, he looked at Nan Feng again, "Is that shabby book you often read one of theirs?"
Changle was not an outsider, and Nanfeng had no intention of hiding it, so he took out the secret book from his arms and said, "I found this book on the corpse of the dwarf. It's called Gongshu Yaoshu."
After thinking about it, Chang Le said, "The Mo sect is a famous sect and handles matters fairly. It is unlikely that assassins will be sent out. Those two assassins may be the disciples of the dwarf."
"Are you interested? If you like it, I can give it to you?" Nanfeng asked. Even if he gave the secret book to Changle, it would not cause any trouble to Changle, because the other party has already settled the account on his head.
Changle shook his head, "You can't do two things at once."
When the three of them were talking about this, there was a knock on the outer door. It was the doctor.
Nanfeng put away the Gongshu Yaoshu, and the fat man opened the door to let the doctor in. Changle was unwilling to let the doctor take his pulse, but he couldn't bear to refute Nanfeng's good intention, so he allowed the doctor to check his pulse.
No muscles or bones were injured, and there were internal injuries but not serious. The doctor prescribed two doses of medicine and went back with the medicine box on his back.
The banquet was well prepared and extremely sumptuous. The three brothers closed the door and sat around eating and drinking.
The two of them had no shortage of money at the moment, and they had prepared high-quality wine for Changle. However, no matter how much they tried to persuade him, Changle just refused to drink. When he was forced to do so, he said that drinking alcohol would float his aura and affect his martial arts.
The fat man originally wanted to take this opportunity to have a few drinks openly, but with Chang Le's behavior, he had no excuse to drink. Nan Feng was the only one left, so he had no intention of drinking.
During the meal, Fatty told Changle some things that happened after the two of them got separated from everyone. He didn't know much about Nanfeng in detail. He only knew that Nanfeng traveled around and offended many people.
It was Changle's turn to tell his story, and he only said a few words. He only said that he had no fixed residence and no sect these years, wandering around the world and practicing martial arts hard.
Changle and Chu Huairou were together when they fled. Nanfeng asked about Chu Huairou's whereabouts. Changle didn't answer immediately. He was silent for a long time before he said numbly, "We are separated."
Fatty and Nanfeng looked at each other with frowns. It was obvious that Chang Le was not telling the truth.
"It was me who harmed everyone." Changle closed his eyes and sighed.
"What you said is ridiculous." The fat man stood up and moved the wine jar, poured three full bowls, and took one to himself. "I don't know what other people think. Nanfeng and I have never complained about you. With someone like you, Brothers with talent are our interest..."
"It's an honor." Nanfeng corrected him.
"No matter what it is, you did the right thing. If you're wrong, you didn't call us and ran away... Come on, let's do it." The "woof woof" coming from outside the door made the fat man anxious before he finished speaking. Si drank the bowl of wine, then put down the bowl and ran to open the door. If it was late, the white dog would break in. It had broken in several times before.
Nanfeng then picked up the wine bowl and drank the wine, and gave himself half of Changle's bowl. "If you are injured, I will take half of it for you. You must never take risks in the future and rush for success."
This time Changle did not refuse, he picked up the wine bowl and said, "I challenge emptiness not for fame, but for other reasons."
"Emptiness? Changle is going to challenge the abbot of Longkong Temple?" The fat man looked at Nanfeng in surprise.
Nan Feng nodded.
"Winning or losing?" Fatty asked.
Nanfeng didn't answer.
Chang Le drank the wine in one gulp and put down the wine bowl, "I won..."