It was night and it was raining heavily.
There is no trace of pedestrians on the street, the moon is covered by dark clouds, and the earth is dark.
Wen Chan stood under the long eaves, stuffed a piece of pastry into his mouth, chewed slowly and raised his head, looking in one direction.
After leaving this street, go south, pass three streets and a small lake, and then walk about 475 steps east, which is the residence of Liang Yanbei.
Why did Wen Chan know that it was four hundred and seventy-five steps? Because he counted it when he was idle and bored, although it was not very detailed, maybe it was four hundred and seventy-three or four hundred and seventy-seven, but it was not far from it.
What Wen Chan fears most is parting. Fortunately, after being an emperor for decades, even if he has not been able to develop a body of steel and iron, at least he has learned to hide the most feared things deep in his heart so that others cannot see them.
A gust of cool wind blew by, the rain slanted, a little fell into the eaves and wet Wen Chan's face, he raised his hand and wiped it with his sleeve while taking two steps back inside.
When he swallowed all the cakes in his mouth, Ah Fu walked quickly holding the oil-paper umbrella, and said to Wen Chan in a low voice, "My lord, the carriage is ready."
He nodded slightly, and walked under Ah Fu's umbrella, "Do you know how long the journey is?"
"My little one asked, but the coachman said he wouldn't take a long distance, so let's go to Hongping City to look for it. He said there is a special carriage for May Island." Ah Fu carefully held an umbrella for him, and most of his body was outside. It was raining.
"How long does it take to go to Hongping City?"
"About three days."
"Tell the coachman to speed up, we will have to get on the carriage to May Island in two days." Wen Chan's tone was slightly heavy, he thought for a while and added, "Add money if necessary."
"My lord, why are we in such a hurry?" Ah Fu was puzzled.
Wen Chan cast a glance at him, "Do you think we are going out to escape the summer heat? The person above will definitely find us missing within three days, and they will definitely send someone to search for them. If we are caught and brought back..."
I didn't say anything later, but Ah Fu could already imagine it, and couldn't help but shivered. He didn't ask any more questions, and brought Wen Chan to the carriage.
Qinqi, calligraphy and painting were already waiting there, when they saw Wen Chan coming, they opened the oil-paper umbrella in their hands and welcomed him into the shed.
The coachman was a strong man with dark skin and stood aside in a burlap coat. When he saw Wen Chan, he immediately approached Wen Chan and said with a silly smile, "Young master, when are you leaving?"
"Now." Wen Chan shook the water off his body, opened the curtain and got into the carriage.
The carriage was very big, with a small candle lamp at the four corners above it, which was fairly bright. Inside, there were two narrow couches and a row of soft seats, and a wooden table in the middle. It's a carriage for leaving the palace, but it's passable.
Wen Chan sat on the narrow couch inside, untied his cloak and put it aside. After a while, Ah Fu and Qin Qishuhua also came in. The three of them squeezed into a row of soft seats and put all the packages on another narrow couch. With a shout, the carriage started to move.
"Young Master, it's all agreed, the coachman doesn't want money, he just wants us to help drive the coach, so that he can have time to rest." Ah Fu said in a low voice.
Wen Chan responded softly, closing his eyes slightly to rest.
After returning to the palace a few days ago, Wen Chan has been planning to go out of the palace quietly to May Island. Ah Fu, Qin Qi, Calligraphy and Painting are all people who followed Wen Chan since childhood. After a few words of persuasion, no one objected.
Wen Chan has no doubts about the loyalty of the two men, Qinqi, Calligraphy and Painting. He will be much safer with them following him closely. This time he went to May Island, Wen Chan had only one purpose: to kill the leader of Shengui.
Of course, he didn't plan to come back alive.
Cutting off the source of all tragedies before they happen is the only thing Wen Chan can think of, and the only thing he can do.
It's not that he is so powerful, it's just that in the desperate struggle in his previous life, Wen Chan touched this Shen Guijiao in a very random way. At least he knew where the Shengui Jiao was hiding, and he always had a way to deal with it.
Qin Qi felt that Ah Fu's clothes sitting next to him were wet, so he moved to the side without any trace, but narrowed the distance with Shuhua, Shuhua glanced at him, and said nothing.
Calligraphy is a little preoccupied. He doesn't know if it's right to help Wen Chan escape from the capital, but when he was placed next to Wen Chan since he was a child, the order he was given was to obey Wen Chan's instructions. For guards like them Said, faithfulness is enough.
He sneaked another glance at Wen Chan, who was still resting with his eyes closed, his slightly immature face was calm and calm, exuding an old-fashioned air. Since the Chinese New Year, Shuhua felt that Wen Chan had become different from before. It's the same, but I can't tell what is the difference.
The turmoil coming from beside him interrupted his thoughts, Qinqi was still squeezing against him, and Shuhua stared at him lowly until he stared honestly.
A quarter of an hour later, the carriage in which Wen Chan and his three subordinates were sitting drove out of the capital.
The heavy rain hit the carriage, making a soft "bang bang" sound, which lasted most of the night. When the rain stopped in the middle of the night, the horse's hooves stepped on the muddy grass, and the carriage was getting farther and farther away from the capital.
With the help of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, it took less than two days to reach Hongping City. After noon, Wen Chan and others entered the city.
After collecting the money, the coachman did more charitable deeds, took Wen Chan and others to a car shed, found his friends, and vowed to go to May Island to find someone.
Having someone to help naturally saves a lot of trouble, and Wen Chan doesn't care whether the driver is beautiful or ugly, so he plans to go on the road after lunch in Hongping City.
Hongping was hotter than the capital city. After dinner, Wen Chan bought a fan with landscape paintings, and sat on the small bench next to the carriage to fan it slowly, waiting for the return of the piano and chess.
Ah Fu saw him, and quickly went to buy a fan to help his master.
Sitting in the carriage, the coachman looked at Wen Chan's luxurious attire, and took the initiative to talk, "Young master, you are going to Wuyue Island to participate in the Heroes of the World?"
Wen Chan wiped the sweat from the tip of his nose, and asked doubtfully, "What kind of meeting of heroes of the world?"
Seeing that Wen Chan didn't know, the coachman immediately understood: Oh, it turned out to be the young master of a rich family. He raised his hand and pointed to a line of carriages not far away, "Did you see that, my lord? There are all carriages going to May Island. The five-year-old hero meeting will be held in May Island in mid-June. Like our For those who are far away, they have to travel more than a month in advance.”
"What would a hero do?" Wen Chan glanced away and then withdrew his gaze, guessing in his heart, could this be the rumor spread by the disciples of God Returning to the Sect
"It's a long story. The sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes are full of love and hatred, wanton and free and easy. Heroes emerge in endlessly. I don't know when someone created the Hero Pavilion. All heroes with heads and faces will be listed. The owner of the Hero Pavilion They have the right to order the heroes of the world, so the five-year hero meeting, there are countless people who will fight for the position of the pavilion master." When the coachman mentioned Jianghu, the expression on his face became passionate, as if he was also a member of the hero pavilion. same as members.
After hearing these words, Wen Chan thought to himself, isn't this the hero pavilion master or the martial arts leader? Could it be that these Jianghu people disliked the name of the leader of the martial arts alliance, so they changed their name to a grand one
Still in deep thought, the driver seemed to be flooding the floodgates, and he continued, "Five years ago, Yaobao's main enemy and heroes sat on the position of the Lord of the Hero Pavilion, suppressing the world's heroes, and in a blink of an eye, the Hero Meeting came again. I don't know." Can Master Yao retain his position as Pavilion Master this time?"
Wen Chan was far away in the palace, and knew little about the affairs of Jianghu. Hearing that the Heroes' Association seemed to have nothing to do with God's conversion, he felt that if he went to May Island, he must know something, so he said, "The Jianghu Is there anyone more powerful than Master Yao?"
"That's too much. Leaving aside those in Wuyue Island, we have quite a few sects in Xiliang, Tang Sect in Shu, Situ in Jinling, Songhua in Daxing, and Yungong in Fengchuan. A sect that cannot be underestimated."
Among them, Situ Wenchan was a little familiar. He knew a man named Situ who happened to live in Jinling.
"Oh! I know that." A plain-looking young man suddenly stepped in from the side. He moved a small stool to sit at the feet of the calligraphy and painting, and said enthusiastically, "The Tang family is good at poison, and Situ is good at medicine. Only Situ can cure the poison, so the relationship between the two factions has always been bad. Five years ago, the head of the Tang Sect poisoned two disciples of the Situ family at the Heroes Meeting, and the moment the two families met, there would be a catastrophe."
"Oh, my son, this statement is wrong!" The coachman drew a long tone, expressing his disapproval, "In the past few years, there were indeed rumors that all the poisonous Situ of the Tang Sect could be cured, but in the past few years, there has been a exception."
The young son's eyes lit up, "What's the exception?"
"I wonder if my lord has ever heard of the 'Hero with a Needle Hidden in the Dark Sleeve'?" the coachman leaned forward and lowered his voice in a whisper.
"You mean... the dark sleeve Hades?" The young man was puzzled.
"Exactly." The coachman said, "The Situ family can detoxify at least half of the poison used by the Dark Sleeve Hades."
Wen Chan also raised his eyebrows to express his shock after hearing this, "Is this dark sleeve Hades so powerful?"
"Hush—" the coachman quickly put his index finger to his mouth, "We can't talk about him so loudly, be careful to call Hades here."
The young son was a little skeptical, "Brother, is what you said believable?"
"Of course! It's a good thing I used to be a member of Baixiaomen." The coachman looked extremely serious, as if he was insulting him by doubting the truth of his words.
"This Baixiao sect... what sect is it?" Wen Chan showed his good qualities shamelessly.
"Xiliang Baixiaomen, within the territory of Xiliang, there is nothing that people in Baixiaomen don't know. As long as you give enough money, even the emperor..." Maybe it felt wrong, the driver stopped stiffly , and said, "You can even know exactly what color underwear the princes wear to bed tonight."
"It's really a powerful martial art." Wen Chan praised, but his hand touched his thigh involuntarily.
There is also this sect? If I had known earlier, I should have gone directly to the head of Baixiaomen with gold, and directly asked the old nest of the ecstasy to return to the sect, so I didn't have to expend so much effort to find it myself.
The coachman was quite proud, "Naturally! Naturally!"
"Isn't the master of Baixiaomen going to compete with master Yaobao this time?"
"No, Baixiaomen has never participated in the struggle between the rivers and lakes, so even if people from Baixiaomen go to Wuyue Island, they just go to watch the fun." The coachman waved his hand and said proudly.
After speaking, he asked Wen Chan in confusion, "I don't know why you are going to May Island, my lord?"
"Go to visit relatives, my aunt is there, we haven't seen each other for several years." Wen Chan babbled nonsense, and the coachman didn't suspect anything. He was still talking, and Wen Chan saw Qin Qi approaching from a distance, and he said, "You can go on the road .”
Then he stood up, and unexpectedly found that his robe was caught by the wooden gap on the small bench. Just as he was about to reach out, Ah Fu pulled the robe very quickly, pulled the robe out, and threw the small bench aside.
Wen Chan glanced at him, Ah Fu quickly smiled and lifted the curtain of the car, "Young master, please come in."
The coachman put a towel around his neck and replied, "Okay! Get into the carriage, my lord, and we'll set off right away."
Seeing that the two of them were no longer chatting, the young man lost interest, so he moved the small bench and moved to another place.
Qin Qi exchanged the gold leaves and gold beans that Wen Chan brought out from the palace for silver notes and some silver ingots, and used them as coils.
The four of them left in a hurry, Wen Chan only asked A Fu to pack three sets of clothes, and the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting two kept everything simple, they brought money and weapons, not even clothes.
Although the three subordinates brought a lot of money, after all, Wen Chan was used to spending money lavishly. He couldn't bear the hardships of poverty, so it would be good to have more money.
The four of them got into the carriage, left Hongping City, and set foot on the road to May Island.