I don't know which young man came to work as an escort on purpose just for fun?

Although the receptionist had many doubts in his mind, he didn't ask a single question.

The first rule of escort agency: the less you know, the safer you are.

"My boss, it's easy to talk about! I'm going to look for someone for you right now. I wonder what you want to send and where exactly?" The receptionist welcomed Song Qingshu into the inner room. This man was generous, so naturally he couldn't neglect it.

Song Qingshu took out the broken sword and put it on the table.

"That's it?" The receptionist was stunned. Is it just a broken sword...

"I wonder where the boss wants to send it?"

When the host heard the word "Wudang" from Song Qingshu's mouth, his whole body was shocked, and thousands of thoughts came to his mind.

Why is it Wudang? What is the relationship between this person and Wudang? Is he an enemy or a friend? Is sending a broken sword to Wudang a provocation or what does it mean?

I can't help but think about it, but "Wu-Tang" has been too sensitive recently!

"I can't make the decision on this matter. Wait a minute, boss, I'll ask our shopkeeper to come over!"

This reception was also very cautious. After a while, a fat man in silk came back.

When the shopkeeper heard that Song Qingshu was sending the broken sword to Wudang, he muttered: "To be honest with you, this small branch is actually the branch of Longmen Escort Bureau in Xiangyang."

It turns out that after the Longmen Escort Bureau was massacred, it was quickly rebuilt with the support of Shaolin, and its branches across the country were still operating as before, and were not affected too much by the destruction of the headquarters.

"Our escort agency also has rules. We dare not accept anything sent to Wudang, no matter what it is!"

The bloodbath of the Longmen Escort Bureau was related to their escort of Wudang Yu Sanxia. Since then, branches across the country have established a rule not to accept work in the Wudang area.

"Don't worry, this broken sword is very clean. I was entrusted to send it back for him, but I just don't want to make this trip." Song Qingshu said, gently placing a gold ingot.

The shopkeeper glanced at it, but he thought he was too young and shied away: "This is not a matter of money, this is a matter of principle, sir..."

He signaled the receptionist to leave, and then whispered: "There has been a big case in Junzhou recently, and it is related to Wudang. I don't ask about your relationship with Wudang, but no one dares to provoke it easily...

"

Song Qingshu's ears twitched and he asked him to continue talking.

"Junzhou heavy cavalry encircled Danjiang Village 36. Just after leaving Baimatai, the highest officer Wu Malu was killed by the second-in-command Manager Xing who colluded with the Baima Village rebels inside and outside. It is said that Wudang disciples were involved...

..." The shopkeeper said, but his eyes fell on Song Qingshu. Seeing that he remained calm, he thought to himself that he looked like an old Jianghu.

"I've heard about this." Song Qingshu thought to himself, if it spread like this in Xiangyang, it should be a final conclusion, and he would have to take the blame.

In fact, it didn't matter to him whether Wumalu was harmed or not, but what was important was that when he returned to the small station, he was framed for killing Senior Brother Feng.

This is a big stain! He must investigate the truth, otherwise he will be criticized for the rest of his life.

"I also have inside information. A very important figure in Wudang is deeply involved in this case. It is said that he also murdered the governor of Junzhou!"

"Are you talking about Junzhou Chen Zhizhou?" Song Qingshu asked in surprise.

There is a flaw! The shopkeeper thought, I still can’t figure out your details.

Song Qingshu was also shocked when he heard that Chen Zhizhou was dead. How could that guy be dead? And according to what this person said, it seemed that his death was also attributed to him?

Realizing that he had just lost his composure, Song Qing took it to heart and said quickly: "Impossible, Chen Zhizhou cannot be dead."

He pointed to the broken sword, "This broken sword was sent to Wudang by a friend. To be honest, my friend has a lot to do with Junzhou Prefecture."

"Well..." the shopkeeper thought, the friend you mentioned is you yourself!

I think the person in front of me must have some kind of relationship with the governor of Junzhou, as long as he is not an imperial intruder!

The shopkeeper thought about it and said with a smile: "In that case, let's ask the customer to deliver it by himself. The store really doesn't dare to take this risk."

Song Qingshu saw that he looked hesitant when he spoke, and knew that this person most likely thought that the benefits were not enough, so he put in another big ingot.

"Please make it easier for me."

The shopkeeper accepted the ingot and immediately said, "It's just a broken sword. It doesn't matter. I think the guest officer has nothing to do with the Junzhou case. In this case, of course this sword can be given away."

After the matter was done, Song Qingshu came out of the escort agency, but he was still thinking about the Junzhou case. It must be that the dog thief Chen Yuezhi faked his death this time. He was a member of the Ming sect and involved himself in it. The purpose

It must be to provoke conflict between Wudang and the imperial court, so that the Mingjiao can benefit.

But when Song Qingshu thought about it carefully, he felt that something was wrong. What good would it do to the overall situation to kill Senior Brother Feng and frame him?

Could it be two groups?

In any case, once Chen Zhizhou died, Junzhou would no longer have an officer. Even if the Yuan Dynasty sent another one, it would be difficult to take care of the people in Danjiang Water Village in a short period of time.

Song Qingshu calculated the time again, and I am afraid that the Yuan Dynasty will fall apart in a few years. Chen Zhizhou is "dead". Now Junzhou is in chaos, the city gates are closed, and the security measures are strict. Moreover, there is also the first-class monk Fan,

There is no need for Song Qingshu to return.

Clearing grievances does not take a moment. Before he has absolute strength, he does not want to put his life on others. Even if this person is the person closest to him.

He did not return to Wudang, but went all the way east along the river. While viewing the scenery of various places in the south of the Yangtze River, he also appreciated the human feelings. It took another half a month until he arrived at Jinling.

Jinling, as one of the old capitals of the Southern Song Dynasty, was the headquarters of the Jiangnan Xing Yushitai, who oversaw the southeastern provinces and commanded the southeastern provinces at that time, and was in charge of the supervisory affairs of the ten provinces in Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Jiangxi, and Huguang.

In addition, as the center of China's textile industry, Jinling City has more than 6,000 professional craftsmen households, and Nandu Yunjin was a royal tribute to the Yuan Dynasty.

Song Qingshu visited the Confucius Temple and swam in the Qinhuai River, but he did not see the sorrow and indignation on the faces of those scholars. They were still enjoying themselves in Qinhuai. It seemed that they had closed the door in this small world.

You can't see the outside when you come.

Song Qingshu could only lament that he was useless as a scholar. If he really talked about rebellion, it would be extremely difficult for a scholar to succeed.

A few days later, Song Qingshu rode to Chuzhou. He was not wandering around, but wanted to find someone.

There is a body of water in Hongze Lake in the north of Chuzhou, called Nvshan Lake. There is a Butterfly Valley on the bank of Nvshan Lake, and a couple of medical immortals live in the valley.

Song Qingshu didn't come here to cause trouble. He just wanted to ask them about the meridians of the human body. If we really talk about the research on the meridians of the human body, there is probably no one in the world who is better than this couple. They have specializations in the art, otherwise

, Grand Master Zhang Sanfeng would not send Zhang Wuji to the valley for treatment. If nothing else, Zhang Wuji should be in the valley as well, so he could rush there and take a look at him.

After accidentally practicing Dugu Nine Swords in the Sword Tomb and digesting the energy of the snake gallbladder, Song Qingshu did not dare to bite the big snake gallbladder and the two pairs of golden horns again.

Before understanding the problem of meridians, rashly taking these supplements is like going to the toilet to light a lantern. Song Qingshu only does things that are sure of, and he would rather go through trouble than take a gamble.

"Chuzhou is surrounded by mountains, and those who look at it are awe-inspiring and beautiful..." Along the way to Chuzhou are mountains and ridges. Song Qingshu still remembers the article "The Drunkard's Pavilion" that he memorized in high school. The mountain scenery of Chuzhou

Beauty makes him feel happy both physically and mentally along the way, but happiness is always short-lived.

The easiest thing to encounter on the mountain road are bandits and bandits. Unfortunately, Song Qingshu encountered such a group before he went very far.

A dozen bandits are eyeing a convoy of cloth merchants. Although silk and satin are not as valuable as gold, silver and food, they can still be exchanged for money, right? The bandit business is not easy to do these days, so don't be picky about food.

This group of bandits looked like old bandits at first glance, and their division of labor was very clear: they were responsible for threatening, and they were responsible for transporting. The cloth merchants also stood aside very cooperatively, as if they were not surprised.

The mountain road was not narrow, so Song Qingshu rode his horse and walked slowly, completely ignoring the people who were robbing.

"Big...brother!" Bandit A stuttered to Song Qingshu, "Then...there was...a boy...passed...

...come over......"

Before he could finish his words, he received a solid slap on the head, "I'm not blind, shut up that stinky mouth of yours."

What a headache. Why did I end up with such a stammering and mentally retarded subordinate?

The bandit leader swung his sword twice, then inserted the knife into the ground with a "click" sound.

He held the handle of the knife with both hands and said fiercely, "Boy, what are you doing!"

He must have thought he was handsome! Song Qingshu was shocked by his fancy tricks and thought, could this be the legendary highway robber? This was the first time he had encountered one after coming down the mountain for so long.

"Me?" Song Qingshu pointed at his nose and said, "I'm passing by."

"Turns out he is a fool!" the bandits thought to themselves.

At this time, the second-in-command with a sly look appeared, "Didn't you see that we were robbing? In that case, whoever saw it has a share, so you also..."

Before he could finish his words, Song Qingshu was surprised and said, "So good? Anyone who meets you has a share?"

Seeing Song Qingshu extend a palm to him, the bandit leader didn't say a word, he picked up a big knife and was about to cut off his hand.

"After so many years of robbery, this is the first time I see someone who dares to reach out to me! I wonder if you are a fool or a lunatic!"

With a "buzz" sound, everyone was shocked. Something bloody happened, but it didn't happen to Song Qingshu, but to their boss!

The bandit leader's palm holding the sword and half of the ring-headed sword were raised high together, drawing a beautiful arc in mid-air before landing.

After a while, the bandit leader's wails and angry shouts came from the mountain road: "Let me hack him to death!"
Chapter completed!