That day in Zhaoge City, the Plum Meeting was the sole focus of the public's attention. However, an undercurrent was surging in the dark outside the eager gazes of the regular populace.
The young Cultivation practitioners participating in the Plum Meeting had their minds elsewhere.
Countless pieces of news were circulating on the yellow roof tiles and the regular streets and alleys.
The important figures of various sects, the high officials in the Imperial court, and the magnates in the southern city were all looking for the whereabouts of one person.
Tian Jingren.
Some people wanted to know how long they had left to live, some wanted to know where their Nascent Souls had gone, some wanted to know the Divine Emperor's hobbies, some wanted to know if their only son was really their biological son, and of course, there were also some people who wanted to know more important questions, such as whether Spiritual Master Jing Yang had really failed in his ascension.
Jing Jiu wasn't sure whether Zhao Layue wanted to ask Tian Jingren this question, or to find out the whereabouts of Yin San, or just to see Lo Huainan.
The genius Cultivation practitioner of Zhongzhou School who might be meeting Tian Jingren was the most popular candidate in the Cultivation tournament of the Plum Meeting, and also her strongest opponent.
However, no matter what reason Zhao Layue had for wanting to meet Tian Jingren, Jing Jiu would take her there.
In the Aoyama Sect, Zhao Layue was the Master of the Shenmo Peak, and he was a regular disciple. The two of them should call each other Senior Sister and Junior Brother, but in fact, he had always regarded himself as her Master.
Zhao Layue had gotten used to this and accepted it.
When the master needed help, the disciple needed help.
When the disciple needed help, the master needed to help.
Others didn't know where Tian Jingren was, and neither did Jing Jiu; but Jing Jiu knew who knew where Tian Jingren was.
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There was a bustling street by the White Horse Lake in the east of Zhaoge City.
There was a medical house on the west side of the street, with a begonia flower carved on the plaque. There was a doctor and a waiter inside, looking a bit shabby and desolate.
Who would have thought that this medical house was the most important and highest level branch of the Curtain Rollers, the largest intelligence organization in Chaotian?
Jing Jiu knew.
As long as one lived long enough, one would always know some secrets.
What's more, his Senior Brother loved to ask about secrets and then tell him stories.
Entering the clinic, Jing Jiu took off his bamboo hat. Just as he was about to ask if the begonia was still the same, the doctor hurriedly raised his right hand, indicating that there was no need to say anything. He then led him and Zhao Layue into the inner room.
"That doesn't seem to be against the rules," Jing Jiu said.
The doctor forced a smile and said, "I can tell you're Jing Jiu just by looking at your face."
Last time, the Curtain Rollers had already guessed his identity and had confirmed it later.
Since that was the case, there was no need to use the old secret code that had not been used for hundreds of years.
Jing Jiu didn't think about the hidden meaning in this matter. He felt that it was a good thing that he didn't need to use the secret code to avoid some trouble. He said directly, "Where is Tian Jinren?"
The doctor looked at him and said seriously, "This is very high-level news."
Jing Jiu said, "I gave you three pieces of information last time."
The doctor smiled and said, "There are two pieces of information that haven't been confirmed. As for what I owe you, we're even now."
Jing Jiu thought for a while and said, "Since you know I'm Jing Jiu, can you guess who she is?"
The doctor looked at the girl beside him and couldn't help but be stunned.
If he was Jing Jiu, then she was naturally Zhao Layue.
The Curtain Rollers naturally attached great importance to this person with natural Taoist quality and the youngest peak master in the history of the Aoyama Sect. They had collected a lot of relevant information.
Normally, as a senior manager of the Curtain Rollers, the doctor should have recognized Zhao Layue the moment she walked into the clinic with Jing Jiu.
The problem was that the information clearly stated that Zhao Layue didn't care about trifles and didn't care about her appearance or dress …
Then, what was the little yellow flower in her hair?
A moment later, the doctor came back to his senses and understood what Jing Jiu meant.
The reason he gave the information to Jing Jiu last time was because the Curtain Rollers owed him something. Now that Zhao Layue was here, how could he go back empty-handed?
"This information is very expensive. Please don't tell others."
Since the doctor had made the decision, he told him the location without hesitation.
Tian Jingren had been living in the Plum Garden since he came to Zhaoge City.
Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue had just come from the Plum Garden.
So this Plum Garden was not the Cold Platform on the high mountain where the Plum Meeting was being held, but the old Plum Garden.
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In the clinic, Zhao Layue didn't speak a word, nor did she ask about the relationship between Jing Jiu and the Curtain Rollers.
She didn't speak until they came to the old street.
"I've lived in Zhaoge City since I was a child, but I seldom went out for Cultivation. This is the first time I've come here."
Many years ago, the monsters of the Snowy Kingdom invaded, and the imperial court lost its legitimacy. The Emperor and the young leaders of the orthodox Cultivation sects formed an alliance in the Plum Garden. This was the origin of the Plum Meeting.
The current Plum Garden was the most magnificent building in Zhaoge City, but it was not the same place as before.
The real Plum Garden was at the end of this old street.
Zhao Layue hadn't been here before, and few people remembered this place.
In comparison to the bustling new Plum Garden, the real Plum Garden was more like a relic that no one would pay homage to.
Wearing the conical hat, Jing Jiu looked in the direction of the Plum Meeting in the distance. He saw some tree branches and an old pavilion, looking desolate.
Back when the Plum Meeting was held, he was at the critical moment of breaking through the state, so he couldn't participate in it. Even if he could, he wouldn't have come for some reason.
His Big Brother came; the former sect master of the Zhongzhou School came; and the old Chief Monk of the Guocheng Temple, the Master of the Zen Master, also came.
Lian Sanyue was killing people at the time, so the Chief Nun of the Shui Yue Nunnery came.
Pah!!! Jing Jiu was pulled back from his rare recollection by the noise of quarreling.
The people on the street were not the tourists who came to admire the old Plum Garden, but the row of chess stalls by the street.
Since there were chess stalls, there were chess players who liked to play chess, and there were also idlers who wanted to watch the games.
All in all, the people on the street were lively, so it was natural that it would be lively.
The yells of fighting, laughter, swearing, and the sounds of the chess pieces hitting the chessboards could be heard everywhere on the street. The air was filled with the stink of sweat, feet, and smoke.
Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue walked on the street amidst these noises and smells, but the expressions under the conical hat didn't change a bit.
As they were about to reach the end of the street, the crooked trees of the old Plum Garden came into view. Jing Jiu suddenly halted his steps and looked to the right.
Zhao Layue was taken aback a bit, and looked in the same direction.
It was a chess stall. It was not a game of chess, but a game of chess.
The chess stall was crowded with people.
The people's faces were full of surprise and bewilderment.
There was one person standing in front of all the people.
That person's face was very young, with red lips and white teeth. He looked like a youth, but his expression was extremely arrogant and cold. His arrogant appearance was disgusting.
He looked at the stall owner and said, "You've lost. Get lost."
It seemed that he was gambling with the stall owner, not with gold or silver, but with whether he would stay or leave.
Seeing that he was so unyielding, the people couldn't help but get angry and shout.
"Be more polite!"
"You only won one game by a fluke. Why are you so arrogant!"
"Right! If you have the guts, play another game! "
The young man didn't pay any attention to them, and went straight to the next chess stall.
This chess stall had a game of chess on display.
The young man glanced at it, put his hand on the chessboard, and made a horse move.
The people were still angry at this person's arrogant attitude, and cursed him incessantly.
The stall owner who had lost was also unconvinced, and shouted, "I'm not leaving. What can you do about it?"
Suddenly, the surroundings became quiet, and the stall owner who had just lost also shut his mouth.
Because they found that the owner of the game of chess had an extremely unsightly expression on his face, sweat pouring down like waterfall.
"Get lost."
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