A few black umbrellas carefully escorted the woman in the white dress out dozens of steps, and boarded a waiting carriage.
The young man who came out of the semi-collapsed sesame oil shop kept staring at the woman in the white dress. It wasn't until the woman in the white dress opened the curtain and sat in that he sighed and said, "It's really beautiful."
The black-clothed swordsman who had fallen to his side not far in front of him also came back to his senses, thinking of the meaning contained in the short three words of the woman in the white dress, a feeling of great joy and shock to the point of numbness, Flood his body first.
"pretty?"
Then he began to chew on the words of the young man behind him. Chief Ye's beauty is unquestionable, but for a giant like her, a cultivator who can only be looked up to, to describe her appearance as "beautiful" seems to be a kind of blasphemy.
With the sound of horseshoes, the carriage carrying the female head of the Great Qin Dynasty instantly disappeared into the mist and rain.
Most of the black-clothed swordsmen also disappeared into the streets as quickly and silently as when they came.
The blurred streets and alleys in the rain finally woke up completely. More and more people came out of the house to see what happened, but within a few breaths, the sound of countless gold and iron hitting the ground covered the sound of rain and thunder.
In an instant, the countless incoming chariots formed iron walls, blocking their sight.
"Your name is Ding Ning, and you're from Wutongluo Wine Shop? Why did you come here to make sesame oil?"
Under a temporary tent, a middle-aged fat official with a slight bald head handed a dry cloth to the boy who was almost soaked and asked.
The official's expression looked very kind, because he was in a hurry, his forehead even had a little oily shine, making people feel more mediocre, but most of the officers and sergeants around him deliberately kept a certain distance from him. The distance, because everyone from Changling who knows a little bit knows that he is Mo Qinggong.
One of the most experienced "violent dogs" in Shendujian.
"Vicious dog" is definitely not a compliment, but it implies many meanings. In addition to viciousness and a keen sense of smell, it often means that there are enough minions and strong enough backers behind it. For this kind of "vicious dog" who is extremely difficult to deal with and cannot be beaten with a stick, the best way is to keep a respectful distance.
At this moment, he had just arrived and was still breathing, but he already had dozens of case files in his hand, one of which had already recorded in detail the identity of the suspicious young man in front of him.
The boy named Ding Ning didn't realize the horror of the chubby middle-aged official who looked good at talking. He wiped the muddy water on his face with the dry cloth Mo Qinggong handed him, and looked at him curiously. Wearing a Mori Leng chariot with a tiger head pattern and the wolf pattern on the hilt of the green armored swordsman on the chariot, he didn't answer Mo Qinggong's question immediately, but instead asked: "Is this the tiger wolf army of our Great Qin?" ?”
Mo Qinggong wiped the sweat from his forehead and replied, "Exactly."
"Who exactly lives in that small courtyard?" After rubbing off the dust and grime on his face, Ding Ning, who was even more delicate and aura, said seriously, "You want to mobilize people like this?"
Mo Qinggong felt that Ding Ning was more and more interesting, and the calm aura of the other party made him inexplicably infected, calmed down a little, and his eyes gradually glowed with brilliance.
"Have you heard of Jian Furnace?" He didn't get angry, but asked in a pleasant manner.
"Zhao Guojian Furnace?" Ding Ning was in a daze.
"Exactly." Mo Qinggong looked at him kindly, and said patiently: "Since the conquest of the Great Qin Dynasty and the State of Zhao, people in the world have understood that the strongest place of cultivation in the State of Zhao is not the Qingyang Sword Tower, but the seemingly An ordinary blacksmith shop. The eight true disciples of Jianlu are all existences who can slaughter a city with a single sword. Zhao Guo has been destroyed by my dynasty for thirteen years, but those leftovers of Jianlu are still the thorn in the throat of my Great Qin Dynasty. If you don’t pull it out for a day, you can’t feel at ease for a day. Today, the one who will be punished is Zhao Zhan, the seventh disciple of Jian Furnace.”
"No wonder..." Ding Ning said thoughtfully, looking at the small courtyard that had disappeared from the gap of the chariot, and many practitioners were carefully checking every tiny corner.
Mo Qinggong smiled slightly: "Now you want to understand why I asked you these trivial questions in the first place?"
Ding Ning nodded earnestly, "A big enemy bandit like this is lurking here. Of course, all the nearby personnel must be thoroughly investigated, especially those like me who do not live here, especially those who do not live here."
Mo Qinggong nodded appreciatively: "Then now you can answer my previous question?"
Ding Ning smiled and said: "Actually, the sesame oil shop over there has not done business for the past two days, so we can only come here nearby. I didn't expect to be delayed here by a heavy rain, and I didn't expect to meet such a matter."
Mo Qinggong was silent for a moment, then he casually grabbed an umbrella from his side and handed it to Ding Ning, "In this case, you can leave."
Ding Ning was a little surprised, and asked with clear eyes: "Is it that simple?"
"Still reluctant to leave? Don't ask for trouble!" Mo Qinggong scolded angrily and amusingly, waved his hand, and signaled the young man to leave quickly.
"And your umbrella?"
"If I don't come to get it, I'll give it to you."
…
Looking at Ding Ning's back, Mo Qinggong's expression became colder, and after pondering for a moment, he shouted to the outside of the canopy behind him: "Call Qin Huaishu!"
A skinny young man in a green shirt and plain clothes walked into the makeshift canopy shortly after he yelled.
Mo Qinggong raised his head slightly, and looked at the young man walking in front of him. His fingers tapped lightly on the case file unfolded in front of him. After tapping more than ten notes in a row, he asked slowly: " Wutongluo, a young man named Ding Ning, you made this preparation, do you have any impression?"
The skinny young man stood with his head bowed respectfully, and said neither humble nor overbearing: "Yes."
Mo Qinggong gave him a cold look, and said in a deep voice: "According to this preparation, the backgrounds of him and his aunt who runs a wine shop can be said to be extremely clean, but the key is why you did it in the first place. Such a backup paper?"
The skinny young man seemed to have expected that he would ask such a question, and replied without hesitation: "This young man is undoubtedly from our Qin Dynasty, and the history of the past few generations is also very clear. The case file is because the Fanghou Mansion had contact with him, and the Fanghou Mansion specially invited Fang Xiumu to visit him."
Mo Qinggong was startled: "Fanghou Mansion?"
The skinny young man nodded: "This young man has been taken care of by his aunt since his parents died of illness, and his aunt has a wine shop in Wutongluo. I went to this wine shop to buy wine, probably because I felt that this kid had some potential, so I specially invited Fang Xiumu to come and see it in person."
Mo Qinggong frowned slightly, and tapped her fingers on the file again unconsciously.
"What happened next?" He pondered for a moment before asking.
The skinny young man replied earnestly: "After seeing Fang Xiumu, the Fang Hou Mansion has never had any contact with this son. The subordinates inferred that Fang Xiumu felt that he was not good enough to be a practitioner. Moreover, this son's status is low. , and there is no doubt about his origin, so the subordinates just prepared and sealed the files as usual, and did not spend any more effort on the investigation."
For the first time, Mo Qinggong's eyes revealed an expression of appreciation, "You did a good job."
The skinny young man's expression remained unchanged, and he said calmly, "This subordinate is just doing his duty."
Mo Qinggong thought for a while, then asked: "Will the wine from a small wine shop in a place like Wutongluo be able to enter the eyes of the Fanghou Mansion?"
The skinny young man shook his head, "His wine shop is famous only because his aunt is extremely beautiful."
Mo Qinggong was completely stunned.
The skinny young man still didn't look up, but there was an imperceptible smile on the corner of his mouth, thinking that if you really saw that woman, my lord, you might be even more shocked.
Mo Qinggong laughed at himself, and suddenly looked at the skinny young man seriously, and said softly, "This time the Lingxu Sword Gate will open the mountain gate, and I will put you on the recommendation list."
"grown ups!"
The skinny young man had always maintained a respectful and steady posture before, but Mo Qinggong's whisper made him tremble violently like five thunderbolts, and let out an uncontrollable exclamation.
Mo Qinggong's expression didn't change much, he patted the emotional young man on the shoulder, and said slowly: "Before you go to practice at Lingxu Sword Gate, do me one last favor, help me Check the origins of him and the people around him again, and help me find out what judgment Fang Xiumu made on him."
…
All the streets and alleys of Changling, as Zhao Zhan said, are straight and straight, horizontal and vertical, and even the turrets are evenly distributed throughout the city.
At this moment, on a turret closest to the canopy of Moqing Palace, behind the curtain of rain, there is a wisteria chair, on which sits an old man in ordinary plain clothes, with sparse white hair like Ginseng whiskers hang down on the shoulders.
Behind the old man was a tall young man in yellow cloth.
The young man has an elegant face and a quiet and gentle expression. He belongs to the type that is easy to fall in love with at the first sight. At this time, his hands are hanging on the back of the wisteria chair, looking humble and intimate.
"What are you thinking?"
The old man withdrew his gaze from afar, smiled slightly, and spoke proactively.
The young man in the yellow shirt moved lightly, walked to the side of the old man, and said respectfully: "Master, since Chief Ye was able to kill Zhao Zhan alone, it means that she has at least passed the threshold of the seventh-level middle-rank, but I don't want to I understand, at this moment in Changling... besides Ye Sishou, there are still people who can kill Zhao Zhan alone, why does His Majesty have to return Ye Sishou who is practicing far away overseas?"
The old man smiled slightly, stretched out a finger like a dead branch, and pointed to the front of the rain curtain outside the turret: "What did you see?"
The young man in the yellow shirt tried his best to look around, but he could only see the straight streets and alleys in the rainstorm. He replied apologetically, "This disciple is dull, I hope Master will guide me."
"You look too closely, you only see the streets and alleys in front of you, but you can't see the boundary of Changling." The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, and said slowly: "But you should know that this city is the only city in the world that does not have The capital city with the outer city wall. The reason why the city wall is not needed is because the sword of each of us Qin people is the city wall."
The young man in the yellow shirt grew serious and remained silent.
"Your Majesty, or Li Xiang, sees farther than you."
The old man gave the young man in the yellow shirt a kind look, but said sarcastically, "There are at least two reasons for calling Yesi back. One is that although there are many people in Changling who can kill Zhao Zhan independently Strong, but if one more comes out, there will always be more power. Although Ye Sishou had a great reputation before, most people suspect that she has not even entered the seventh realm. Today, Ye Sishou assassinated Zhao with a sword. Slashing will be the loudest thunder in autumn, and the invisible city walls of Changling will become thicker. Another layer of intention is that Chief Ye has been cultivating overseas for several years, and naturally there is something in our hearts, including us. Doubts, doubts about whether Chief Ye is not trusted by His Majesty, is equivalent to being exiled, and now Chief Ye suddenly returns to eliminate evil, which only shows that His Majesty and Chief Ye have always been in close contact, and the rumors and doubts are self-defeating. "
"Li Xiang indeed sees farther than I do." The young man in the yellow shirt sighed softly.
When he uttered the word "Li Xiang", his expression was both admiration and self-ashamed.
Li Xiang is a distinguished title.
There were two prime ministers in the Great Qin Dynasty, one surnamed Yan and the other surnamed Li.
The two prime ministers are different in age, appearance, hobbies, and directors, but they are equally mysterious and powerful.
Their mystery and power lie in the fact that most places in the city of Changling are shrouded in their shadow, and that everyone affirms that they are powerful practitioners, but no one has seen their shots, not even Several people are entitled to see their true colors.
The real power... lies in the fact that many people who are already very strong and fearsome in this world are just their loyal subordinates.
People who are too strong often have no friends.
So in Changling, when mentioning Yan Xiang or Li Xiang, the corresponding emotions are often awe, fear, and resentment, but there is very little real admiration in the eyes of this young man in yellow.
"Master's opinion should be good. Your Majesty should focus on cultivation during this time. This kind of thing should be in charge of Li Xiang... It's just that the Lushan League is coming soon. He should have more ideas when he summons Chief Ye to come back at this time." Qing Qing After sighing, the young man in yellow shirt thought for a moment and continued.
The old man smiled with satisfaction.
In his opinion, this closed disciple is indeed not particularly talented and intelligent, but his temperament is as straight and magnanimous as Changling's path.
There is no natural hostility towards anyone, and the attitude of looking at people is to learn from each other's strengths.
Such a person can live long and go far in such a turbulent Great Qin Dynasty.
It's okay to see things not far enough for the time being, as long as you can go far enough, you will always see more things than others.
…
The rare torrential rain has no sign of stopping for the time being, and a thin layer of water has accumulated on the streets of the entire Changling Mausoleum.
Ding Ning, whose face has been wiped clean, but whose clothes are still full of stains, is walking towards a street where many sycamore trees are planted.