Suddenly, the wind stopped and clouds obscured the setting sun. Night seemed to come early and the golden lines on the water gradually faded.
In a very short time, the two shores of the Wenshui had become much colder. Whether it was those tightly shut residences or those two chains, they all exuded a dangerous aura.
Luo Bu sat in the restaurant, listening to the zither player's zither music. He slowly closed his eyes, his right hand lightly stroking the hilt of his sword.
Not even he had any confidence in the unfathomable strength of the Tang clan. In the past, he would at most think of a way to warn them, but now he wanted to try.
This was because the sword he had used in the past was an ordinary steel sword forged from a few taels of silver from a smithy in the small town at the foot of the mountain. Now, he had switched to a different sword.
With this sword in hand, he could step on the frost grass and use it as a sword, transforming into a sword. Even when facing an expert of the Divine Domain, he could still maintain a bright Dao heart.
He closed his eyes, listening to the zither music from below, listening to the sound of the water splashing against the rocks on the shore, listening to the sounds of the chains touching the water and then separating. He sensed everything in the world.
Suddenly, his ears twitched.
He opened his eyes and gazed into the river. His gaze grew deeper and deeper, ultimately resting on the water grass.
He felt that this patch of water grass was rather strange. It was a deeper color than the grass around it, but he couldn't see anything else that was strange about it.
At this moment, the blind zither player on the shore also seemed to hear something. He gazed into the Wenshui and forgot what he was doing.
The zither music came to a screeching halt.
The strange atmosphere on both sides of the river suddenly became a little different.
The ironclad ships upstream and downstream silently retreated.
The two residences became empty.
The Qis in the forest vanished without a trace.
The Tang clan Guardians and attendants in front of the Daoist church became much quieter.
Only seven peddlers, six government laborers, three fortune-tellers, two sesame-candy-selling elders, and one cosmetic-buying girl remained on the street. It seemed like they would never leave.
The door to the hall was pushed open and the Tang Second Master walked out, his complexion extremely unsightly.
He did not even glance at Linghai Zhiwang or An Lin.
Daoist Baishi's death meant that the Orthodoxy's stance was abnormally firm and unchangeable.
As they walked down the stone steps, Zhexiu stood under a large tree.
The Tang Second Master knew what he wanted to say. With an indifferent expression, he said, "It wasn't easy for you to live to this day, so don't casually speak."
Zhexiu expressionlessly said, "For a weakling like you to survive until today, it's even more difficult."
The Tang Second Master slowly raised his brows. His expression did not change, but he was inwardly furious.
On that snowy street in the capital, Wang Po had once said to him that the moment he gave up cultivation and began to study strategy and pursue power, he had become a weakling.
Today, he was once again evaluated in such a way, and the other party was a junior.
The angrier he was, the more indifferent he appeared. He looked at Zhexiu and asked, "Do you really want to die?"
Zhexiu did not answer his question, saying, "Don't secretly attack that guy."
The Tang Second Master stared into his eyes and said, "In truth, I've never understood how a wolf cub like you could become friends with that wastrel."
"I'm not his friend."
After a moment of silence, Zhexiu continued, "He is my employer, so don't touch him."
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The people of the Tang clan had all withdrawn. In the deep darkness, the two shores of the Wenshui were quiet.
Chen Changsheng arrived on the shore, Linghai Zhiwang and the others at his side. Nanke had followed his orders and remained in the Daoist church.
The starlight fell on the surface of the water, causing countless silver scales to appear. No matter how good one's eyesight was, it was still very difficult to clearly see what was going on at the bottom of the water, much less those aquatic plants in the depths.
The Tang clan's First Master, Tang Thirty-Six's father, had always been in poor health, and it had only gotten worse in the last few years. This was a matter that many people of the continent knew of. No one, including Chen Changsheng, had ever doubted it. Not even Tang Thirty-Six had mentioned it in his previous letters.
But after hearing the Tang Second Master's words today, he felt that something was wrong.
"Although it's still not clear what illness it is, it's confirmed that it's not poison."
Archbishop An Lin added, "In the past, the Thirteen Divisions of Radiant Green and South Stream Temple both sent people to take a look."
The Archbishop of Wenshui glanced at Chen Changsheng's complexion and whispered, "Reporting to Your Holiness, before South Stream Temple closed … that person came."
Closing the temple meant seclusion. In the last few years, Holy Maiden Peak had only had one seclusion that needed to be specifically mentioned, so the identity of that person he mentioned was naturally on the verge of being revealed.
An Lin revealed an expression of shock. Linghai Zhiwang slightly arched his brows, because the Li Palace had no idea of this matter.
Chen Changsheng was even more shocked, thinking, why didn't she tell me?
The Archbishop of Wenshui whispered, "That person didn't let us say it."
If the Tang clan's First Master was not sick but poisoned, he should have been cured by the Heavenly Phoenix true blood.
Xu Yourong had probably thought the same at the time.
Now that the First Master was still bedridden and on the verge of death, this meant that he truly was not poisoned, but sick.
The Tang Old Master's change in attitude was probably directly related to this matter.
Chen Changsheng knew why Xu Yourong had come. She knew that Tang Thirty-Six was his best friend, and he was very grateful for this.
After some thought, he decided to go to the First Master tomorrow to take a look.
It wasn't that he didn't trust the abilities of the Thirteen Divisions of Radiant Green and Xu Yourong, but he wanted to see if his medical skills could change that elder's sorrowful fate. Moreover, he had always felt that this matter was not so simple — after the Tang Second Master's words, after he encountered that little monster in Hanqiu City's willow lodge.
"Go investigate a disciple of the Longevity Sect called Chusu. This person cultivates a very strange technique. No matter how well he hides it, someone should have heard of it."
He separately ordered Linghai Zhiwang and An Lin, "Write a letter to urge South Stream Temple to see if they have any results on the matter I had them investigate."
An Lin did not know that he had written a letter to South Stream Temple, so she asked in confusion, "What matter is so urgent?"
Chen Changsheng replied, "I want to know where the legacy of the Yellow Springs Flow is, and if it might be in the south."
Linghai Zhiwang connected this to the strange technique that Chen Changsheng had mentioned to him, and his expression suddenly changed.
An Lin's complexion also paled. She muttered, "Would the Longevity Sect dare to do such a crazy thing?"
"I have no proof." Chen Changsheng fell quiet for a while, then turned to the Archbishop of Wenshui and said, "Find someone to investigate if the Tang clan has anything to do with this matter."
Linghai Zhiwang and the other two left with the order.
Guan Feibai walked out of the Daoist church, sword in hand.
He did not want to chat with Chen Changsheng, but he felt that Chen Changsheng needed someone at his side.
As he gazed at the river under the starlight, Chen Changsheng fell into silent contemplation.
He truly did not have any proof. The only clue was what the Demon Lord had said in the snowy mountains.
The Demon Lord had said very clearly that the young array master was a little monster from the Longevity Sect called Chusu, and that this was the work of Shang Xingzhou and the Tang clan.
That morning in the kitchen of Hanqiu City, he and Nanke had encountered that monster of the Yellow Springs Flow, covered in poison and terrifying to the extreme. At the time, he had not thought of it, and only later did he recall the Demon Lord's words and link these two matters together. The problem was that the Demon Lord's words could not be used as proof. Everyone knew that his words might have been used to sow discord.
As Chen Changsheng pondered these questions, he had no idea that in the depths of the mercury-like river, a clump of water grass was gently drifting. This clump of water grass was a little different from the other water grass around it. It suddenly floated away from the bottom of the river and slowly approached the rocks at the bottom of the river bank. It looked like a clump of mud that had been melted by water and did not make any sound.
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