I had recommended Tang Wanzhuang to see the Night Rain in Bashan and the Autumn Pond. When she finally arrived there, it was early summer.
Time was not enough to write a famous poem, and Zhao Changhe said that he had run out of ink and could not compose any poem.
I wonder if, besides Jianlu, there is another Taoist named Gu in Bashan who can wield the Huifengwuliu sword in all its 49 moves
As he led his horse out of Kuaiji and left Tang Buqi's sphere of influence, he treated everyone, whether they were court officials or people from the martial arts world, with great respect as long as they recognized him and the broadsword on his back. Whenever they stopped in any town, they were received with great ceremony.
Especially in Xiangyang... The Blood God Cult returned after the battle, and did not return to their own Wushan, but remained stationed in Xiangyang, as if they were a little addicted to the current life of killing people and upgrading while wearing an official skin. When Zhao Changhe passed by, he naturally went in to see Master Xue and Instructor Sun, and the hospitality he received was like that of the emperor's tour.
But for some reason, Zhao Changhe felt less comfortable than when Master Xue was staring at him cautiously before the challenge.
But now that I have passed Xiangyang, I have no connection with the previous forces, and people on the road hardly recognize me. I feel like a dragon returning to the sea, and I am much more free.
The moment I set foot on Bashan Mountain, I felt like I had returned to the world from underworld. The ecology began to change, and it seemed like this was my home.
Maybe it's cheap...
Speaking of the so-called scoundrels on the road, there are really no more now... The situation in the south is just beginning to settle down, and the presence of various military forces is very strong. They are "sweeping the remnants of Maitreya" everywhere, resulting in no bandits and robbers daring to show up. Zhao Changhe's main itinerary is by boat, and only in some cities such as Xiangyang to stop for a rest, it is even calmer and nothing happens.
But wherever I look, I see chaos and desolation, and I don’t know when the world will recover.
There is a high probability that it will not recover within a few years, because the situation of separatism among the families is already very obvious. The southern nobles spontaneously resisted Maitreya, resulting in the current strength of each family exceeding the normal range. Now the Tang family has performed too well in this battle and has been able to keep calm. Each family is concerned about the Tang family. Once the Tang family has any problems, the chaos will be more troublesome than Maitreya's uprising.
When Tang Wanzhuang wasn't with him these days, she was "discussing Jiangnan affairs" with Tang Buqi. What was she busy with? After the eighteen princes dispersed to fight against Dong, wasn't it almost like this now...
I feel that if we continue to deduce in this way, I wonder if Tang Buqi can say "If there were no me in the world, I don't know how many people would be emperors and how many would be kings"...
Well, why are these things still on my mind? Look at Bashan, look at Bashan.
Why is there no guard at Bashan? It makes me unable to return to the martial arts world...
Huh…
Zhao Changhe suddenly frowned and slowly walked closer.
The eaves of a wooden hut are vaguely visible in front of us, and it still looks a little damp after the early summer rain. This should be the sword hut... But why can't I hear any human voice when I listen carefully
Zhao Changhe walked over slowly and sure enough, there was a wooden hut in front of him. It was low-key and simple, as if it was the residence of a group of ascetic monks.
Sword marks can often be seen on the surrounding trees, which were left inadvertently during sword practice.
But the wooden hut was empty and no one was around.
The sword pavilion is empty? Where are the people
Zhao Changhe tensed up his mind and slowly walked towards what looked like the main house.
The door was closed tightly. I reached out and touched it, and there was no dust... He must have been gone not long ago.
Zhao Changhe pondered for a moment, then suddenly burst out his internal energy and broke through the door.
This was a rather large hall, with a huge "劒" character hanging on the front wall, written in a sharp and solemn style. Apart from that, there was no other furnishings, only ordinary tables and chairs, extremely simple.
It should be the main hall of the sect...
There were no corpses, no blood, but the people were gone... Did the entire Jianlu move
Zhao Changhe smacked his lips in pain. Judging from the amount of dust, they must have moved not long ago. If he had come here first when he was in Xiangyang, he might have been able to see them. Unfortunately, he had important matters to attend to and could not come... He missed the chance this time. Who could he turn to for the sharp blade grass
I don't know if they have emptied their stock...
If it was a normal move, the important items would be moved cleanly, better than a dog licking them. Zhao Changhe searched around with a fluke, found the locked warehouse at the back, and broke in.
The warehouse was a bit messy, with a lot of standard clothing and standard swords thrown aside, and rice and flour could be seen... The money items were cleaner than if they had been licked by a dog, not a single copper coin was left. It was a typical moving scene where important items were moved away and ordinary items were left behind after careful consideration. There was nothing special about it.
After a careful search, I found the medicine storage warehouse, which was also clean, except for some common medicines such as those for mosquito bites, which were scattered around in a messy manner.
Zhao Changhe opened a few bottles, sniffed them, and threw them aside in disappointment.
It was really a normal large-scale relocation, nothing unusual could be seen... Zhao Changhe shook his head and left, looking back reluctantly. This time he was suddenly dazed.
Why is there a nightgown among those clothes piled aside
He strode back to take a look. They were nightgowns, and large quantities of them, not just one or two.
A group of silent and solemn swordsmen, the standard equipment of their sect actually includes standard night clothes
The three words "Tingxue Tower" popped up in Zhao Changhe's mind.
Bashan Sword Pavilion, could it be Listening Snow Tower... During this period of time, I haven't heard about any cases committed by this assassination organization that was once hated by all the gods and ghosts. Could it be that something happened
Yue Hongling had said before that she wanted to visit Bashan Sword House. If the Sword House was a normal swordsman sect, they would welcome the "Sunset Sword" to come and exchange ideas. But if the Sword House was Listening Snow Tower, then it would be troublesome... Because Yue Hongling was obviously also wanted by someone to assassinate her. She offended many people for her chivalrous deeds. There were many bounties and bonuses on the underworld. Her worth was higher than that of Zhao Changhe...
But Yue Hongling is similar to him, Zhao Changhe, with erratic whereabouts and hard to find. How easy is it to assassinate her? But if he goes to the headquarters of the assassin group... Zhao Changhe can almost imagine the scene where Yue Hongling finds something wrong and immediately runs away to kill her way out. Lady Yue is very smart.
Could it be that Jianlu's relocation was related to this? The attempt to kill Yue Hongling failed, which led to the organization being exposed, so they had to move
The possibility exists.
If this is the case…
Zhao Changhe suddenly turned around and went out, rushing into the forest on an abnormal mountain road.
If there is a fight, they will definitely leap up and dash straight into the woods, then run around in the forests, not taking the normal mountain paths, so you won't be able to see anything when they come... But when they get to the woods, they will definitely gain something.
Sure enough, after searching for a while, we saw the obvious traces of fighting where trees were broken.
I saw a dead body further ahead...
Zhao Changhe squatted down to inspect it. The person had been dead for a long time, and he was already smelly and full of maggots. But you could still see that a sword had pierced his throat, clean and sharp. It was the trace of Yue Hongling's swordsmanship. Even if it turned into ashes, you would recognize it.
Zhao Changhe quickly followed the traces and saw several corpses along the way. There were also traces of blood that had long since dried up all the way out of the mountain, but suddenly disappeared after reaching the outside of the mountain.
Zhao Changhe looked at the road ahead and pondered to himself.
If I'm not mistaken, it was the Ferghana horse that was waiting nearby, and Yue Hongling escaped with injuries.
Shi Wuding, the master of Jianlu, might not be there at that time, so no one could stop Yue Hongling. When he came back and knew something had happened, he decisively ordered his people to relocate, and he should have gone to track down Yue Hongling.
The basic outline should be this.
Then the question is, Hong Ling is injured and he is not sure whether he will be at the top of the list.
If he were caught, would he still be alive
But the incident happened a long time ago, and there is no news of Yue Hongling's accident on the Chaos List...
Zhao Changhe finally couldn't help but said, "Hey, are you there?"
Dragon Bird: “?”
"I didn't call you, fortune teller!"
The blind man did not respond.
"Don't pretend, I know you know! I just asked if anything happened to put your mind at ease. I didn't ask you to reveal anything. You are so familiar with each other for such a small matter, why don't you give me some convenience? Anyway, you can tell fortunes, it's not what you saw..."
The blind man finally spoke in annoyance: "Nothing happened. Find it yourself. Don't ask me."
Zhao Changhe let out a long sigh: "Thank you."
The blind man was stunned for a moment and then fell silent.
If Hong Ling runs away, where will she go
Zhao Changhe returned to the normal mountain road without saying a word, mounted his black horse, and galloped towards the southwest.
(End of this chapter)