Chapter 847
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(I remember saying that I was not used to the input method and often typed myself as myself. Looking back, I actually made many such mistakes. I'm going crazy. I can change them in the manuscript, but I really can't change them in the VIP chapters. Please forgive me. This is the second chapter. There's one more to go. I'll try to finish it before 3: 30.)
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It did not take long for the people in the Mayor's Mansion to discover that Zhong Da Jun had been kidnapped. They began to search around Yangzhou City. The armed forces of the warlords showed their strong control. In a short time, they found some clues. Then, they held torches and went to the dilapidated temple outside the city.
In the dilapidated temple, they saw Zhong Da Jun lying in a pool of blood on the ground. After confirming that the noble was no longer breathing, everyone's faces were filled with anxiety and unease.
The famous gardens by the Fuchun River also became tense because of Zhong Da Jun's strange death. The atmosphere became even more depressing as the subsequent clues were found.
"The two monks boarded the official ship of the South Jin Kingdom an hour ago. They should be on the lake by now. Even if we chase them with a speedboat, we can only catch up with them on the other side of the lake."
Cui Shi looked at the wrinkles on his old father's face. After a moment of silence, he said, "The Zhong family reacted strongly. They requested to immediately send people to board the ship and chase after them. I've suppressed them for now."
The head of the Cui family looked like an ordinary rich man. However, compared to his father, the true ruler of Qinghe County, he was still not calm enough.
The Old Master had once been the Prime Minister of the Tang Empire and had supreme prestige in Qinghe County. He could do anything he wanted and gave Qinghe County a rare opportunity. However, he was such a powerful old man that he looked no different from an ordinary old servant. In fact, he had once met Ning Que as an old servant.
"The Zhong family only had such a talented disciple. He died so tragically. It's natural for them to react strongly. You handled it well. You can't let their anger destroy the rare peace of Qinghe County."
Old Master Cui extended his hand into the copper basin and slowly rubbed the towel that had been scalded by the boiling water. His somewhat exhausted voice was gradually soothed by the heat. He said, "But the identities of those two monks must be investigated."
The most important reason why the warlords of Qinghe County were so low-key about tonight's murder was that the two monks were the biggest suspects. In today's world, the Buddhism Sect was as low-key as before. However, as the Academy and Haotian Taoism both suffered losses, people began to be wary of the monks' power.
The old man covered his face with the hot towel and remained silent for a long time. He felt that there was more to Zhong Da Jun's death, but there was nothing he could do.
"Be quiet, be quiet." His aged voice passed through the wet towel, echoing through the quiet study along with the steam. "At a time like this, Clear River must be quiet."
Cui Shi knew where his father's worry or fear came from. But as long as the West-Hill Divine Palace could not destroy the Tang Empire, the Qinghe Kingdom would be in fear. What was the use of peace?
Old Master Cui crumpled the towel into a ball and threw it into the copper basin. He looked at him and said, "Keep a low profile at tomorrow's birthday banquet. As for the House of Red Sleeves … send them out of the country."
Cui Shi looked at the white cloth on his father's face and suddenly thought maliciously that this really looked like the scene of those old people dying. He agreed calmly and walked out of the study.
The study was silent. Old Master Cui walked shakily to the table and picked up the perfectly warm teacup. He brought it to his lips and took a sip. His wrinkled face was filled with worry.
The teacup in his hand trembled slightly. The clear yellow tea rippled like waves, reflecting his true feelings at the moment. After learning of Zhong Da Jun's death, he was as calm as he had been in the past years. But who knew that he had already begun to fear and feel uneasy.
From the beginning of the family school, he had made a grand wish. He wanted to lead Qinghe County to regain the independence and glory of a thousand years ago and cut off the barbaric and uncivilized Tangs. However, he did not dare to do anything and could only wait obediently.
He nurtured his body and strictly controlled his diet. He had lived for more than a hundred years and was still healthy. He could even live for many more years before the day he had waited for finally came.
The Headmaster left the human world.
Old Master Cui began to leave his name in history. But he was still afraid, especially every night when he looked at the bright moon shining on the Fuchun River. He was so afraid that he could not even sleep.
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Monk Guan Hai and Wu Dao took a boat and left in the night. They would go directly to the West-Hill to participate in the Rite to Light held by the Divine Hall. Perhaps Wu Dao would get some kind of opportunity from that bloody night and leave.
Wang Jinglue disappeared from Yangzhou City with his straw hat. No one except Ning Que knew that he had been here. No one knew where he was hiding and what he was preparing to do.
Zhong Da Jun died and Qinghe County began to feel uneasy. The famous gardens by the Fuchun River began to fear. Ning Que did what he wanted to do and left Qinghe County for the Great Swamp.
This was a very ordinary passenger ship. Compared to the ships of the South Jin Kingdom Navy patrolling around the Great Swamp, it was pitifully small. Even slightly larger waves would cause the ship to sway violently.
This kind of passenger ship was very slow. It would take two days to cross the Great Swamp. The people who took this kind of ship were naturally ordinary people who had no money. The seemingly boundless Great Swamp, the rapidly dulling lake scenery, coupled with the unpleasant smell in the cabin where there was nowhere to hide, caused these people who were already somewhat numb to become even more numb. Only the sound of vomiting from time to time could let people know that this was a group of living people.
Ning Que sat at the end of the ship and did not go to the cabin to squeeze out a place to sleep with those people. The two-day journey was not difficult for him. If he was not afraid of attracting attention, he would not even need to eat.
The wind on the lake was very strong and there was a lot of moisture in it. He sat at the end of the ship and looked at the white foam on the surface of the lake. He did not feel poetic, but only silently thought about something else.
His Psyche Power was feeling between heaven and earth. He did not want to alarm the cultivators in the South Jin Kingdom Navy. He was precisely controlled to the lake surface behind the boat, and some of it fell into the lake.
On that windy and snowy day, he wrote that character on the snowy street and slashed thousands of times. From that moment on, even the Drunkard and the Butcher did not dare to step into Chang 'an.
However, he could not be trapped in Chang 'an forever. He did not want to be a prisoner of Chang' an, especially after the news from Peach Mountain. He knew that he had to leave.
If the world knew that he had left Chang 'an, he would be greeted with endless assassinations. He might even see that flagon swaying in the lake wind on the ship the next moment.
He needed to be able to write that character outside of Chang 'an.
However, people in the world today were as numb as the passengers on this passenger ship. They faced things that they could not escape with silence. Who could be the same as him?
How could he write that character if there was no one else?
Ning Que looked at the seagulls on the lake and held the handle of the iron cutlass with his right hand. He thought about this question silently from day to night, and then to the morning light that shone on the lake.
Still nothing.
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