Cheng Yi was not surprised when he saw Li Huan. It would be strange if Li Huan really didn't come.
After welcoming Li Huan and Lin Pingzhi in, Cheng Yi took a waist badge, and then handed a document to Li Huan and said: "This is the waist badge of the 100 Jinyiwei households in Fuzhou and the document for reporting to the Jinyiwei Yamen in Beijing.
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Li Huan took it and put it away, cupped his hands towards Cheng Yi and said, "After I leave, I hope Mr. Cheng can take care of the Li family."
Cheng Yi smiled and said: "You have gone to the capital, and Chen Yidao has no restraints. Who will tease your Li family now? You are really not afraid of someone touching your head in the middle of the night."
Based on Li Huan's understanding of Chen Yidao, whenever someone seeks trouble for the Li family, Chen Yidao will actually do what Cheng Yi said. This is why Li Huan never thought of bringing Chen Yidao to Beijing with him.
An unconstrained Chen Yidao is the biggest deterrent to some people.
Even if some people don't know about Chen Yidao's threat, as long as the Jin Yiwei people know about it, as long as they don't want to cause uncontrollable trouble, Jin Yiwei will definitely prevent a considerable part of the trouble for the Li family.
Li Huan said calmly: "Uncle Yidao is still very reasonable. As long as no one provokes him, he is just a loyal, honest and harmless deputy in the army."
Cheng Yi, who was drinking tea, almost spit out the tea in one gulp. Li Huan could say such shameless words, "loyal, honest, harmless". Such words could also be used on that old lady Chen Yidao.
However, seeing Li Huan's face not red and his heart not beating, as if he was stating a fact, Cheng Yi couldn't help but secretly sigh that Li Xian, such a loyal and upright person, gave birth to such a little fox.
Waving his hand, Cheng Yi looked at Li Huan and said, "Okay, I will take what you said into consideration, but you'd better tell Chen Yidao not to act so recklessly..."
Li Huan put down the tea cup, stood up and walked outside. As he walked, he said: "I will not offend others unless they offend me. I will tell Uncle Yidao to guard the house."
Looking at Li Huan's retreating back, Cheng Yi couldn't help but sigh: "Li Huan, Li Huan, I don't know whether Mr. Qianhu's decision to transfer you to Beijing is right or wrong."
After leaving Fuzhou Baihusuo, Li Huan and Lin Pingzhi walked on the streets. Looking around, they saw people coming and going, showing a prosperous scene.
Unknowingly, there were fewer pedestrians around, and it was obvious that this was an old alley. Lin Pingzhi suddenly pointed not far ahead and said: "Cousin, look, that is our Xiangyang Lane of the Lin Family in Fuzhou."
Old house.”
Li Huan couldn't help but pause after hearing this, and looked in the direction pointed by Lin Pingzhi. He saw that there was indeed an old house at the end of an alley in front of him. Just looking at the mottled outer wall, he knew that it was at least decades old.
Years passed.
“The Lin family’s old house in Xiangyang Lane!”
After muttering softly, Li Huan suddenly raised his head and glanced at Lin Pingzhi. If he remembered correctly, the entire Lin family was ruined. The secret book that led to the tragic ending of Lin Pingzhi's life was hidden here and was almost forgotten.
In the old house.
Lin Pingzhi nodded and said: "Yes, I heard from my father that this was the former residence of my ancestor Yuantugong, but later the Lin family founded Fuwei Escort Agency, and in my grandfather's generation they moved their residence to near Fuwei Escort Agency.
Now, decades have passed, not many people know about this old house of our Lin family."
Li Huan smiled and said, "Would you like to go in and take a look?"
Lin Pingzhi shook his head and said: "The old house has been in disrepair for a long time, and it has long been uninhabitable. If you really go in, you will be covered in smoke and dust, and there is nothing interesting to see."
The two left Xiangyang Lane. Lin Pingzhi was a young man at heart, so his attention was often attracted by the excitement on the side.
Li Huan patted Lin Pingzhi and said, "Pingzhi, I'll go for a walk by myself. If you find it boring, just go home and wait for me."
Lin Pingzhi was stunned for a moment and said: "Cousin, don't you need me to accompany you anymore?"
Li Huan shook his head and said: "I will leave for the capital tomorrow, and I will take a tour of Fuzhou City today!"
Lin Pingzhi responded: "Then I will go back and wait for my brother."
Watching Lin Pingzhi disappear, Li Huan walked leisurely on the long street alone, admiring the bustling city that was very different from the scene in his previous life.
Unknowingly, Li Huan's figure appeared in Xiangyang Lane. When he saw the Lin family's old house, Li Huan subconsciously shook his head and smiled and said: "I never thought that I would end up here again without knowing it. It's okay.
Go and see what is so magical about that evil skill."
After looking around, he saw that it was an old residential area, and it was at the end of the alley. No one could be seen at all. After making sure that there was no one around, Li Huan jumped up and fell into the old house.
This old house has been abandoned for many years as Lin Pingzhi said. The yard is overgrown with weeds, which is half a person tall. Looking at it, this old house is not small at all, with more than a dozen rooms, but many of the doors and windows have been
Mottled.
After a brief inspection, Li Huan saw a Buddhist hall. The Buddhist hall was not very eye-catching among the dozen or so rooms, but it was also quite common.
After all, in this era, many large houses and courtyards have Buddhist halls built for women and children to burn incense and worship Buddha. Lin Yuantu was born in Shaolin, and even if he later returned to secular life, it is natural to build a Buddhist hall at home.
Gently pushing open the door of the Buddhist hall, there was only a creaking sound. The wooden door did not collapse, but the oncoming dust almost made Li Huan disgraced.
With a flick of his long sleeves, a strong wind swept away the dust. Li Huan stepped into the Buddhist hall and saw a rather eye-catching portrait hanging on the wall in the middle of the temple. The portrait was not of the Buddha.
It is not the ancestor of the Lin family, but a portrait of Bodhidharma. On the portrait, Bodhidharma puts his left hand behind his back, as if holding a sword, and the index finger of his right hand points to the top of his head.
Li Huan chuckled lightly, jumped onto the beam with a slight movement of his body, and saw a package covered with dust placed on top of the beam.
After landing with the package, Li Huan opened it, and suddenly a cassock came into view. Shaking it open, Li Huan saw lines of fine characters emerging in the skylight.
"If you want to practice this skill, you must first..."
When he saw the opening few words, Li Huan couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. It was truly an evil martial art. These few words alone could scare away countless martial arts practitioners.
While complaining in his heart, Li Huan glanced at ten lines and memorized the secret book on the cassock in his heart in the blink of an eye, word for word.
After writing down the secret book, Li Huan looked at the cassock and pondered for a while, then wrapped it up again and put it back in its place. He glanced at Lin Yuantu's spiritual tablet enshrined in the Buddhist hall and said calmly: "After all, it is an ordinary person.
Even if the things inherited from my cousin's family are left here, the Lin family will not be ruined again because of them in this life."