Zhao Jundu took out a square towel and slowly wiped the tea from his hands. When he raised his head again, his face had become very calm, and his eyes were only dim and unreadable. "I will handle this matter. Don't tell my father and brothers yet."
Uncle Wang nodded, but sighed in his heart.
That old incident had many twists and turns, leaving an extremely strange ending. No one knows what happened. Although Zhao Jundu remembered the incident back then, how many rumors could a child hear? But today, he can immediately tell the story with just a few words.
Thinking about it, it's obvious that he has never forgotten the past, and maybe he even checked it secretly.
"It's just the princess's side..." Uncle Wang hesitated.
Zhao Jundu's eyes flashed, and he said calmly: "Because of him, my mother had a difficult delivery when she gave birth to Xixi, and she has not recovered yet. Besides, my mother had no involvement in what happened back then. Uncle Wang, you should know better than me.
Then why bother bothering mother with irrelevant things?"
Uncle Wang's heart trembled slightly, and finally he nodded heavily and said: "Fourth Young Master, don't worry, I will definitely keep my mouth shut."
Uncle Wang's loyalty to Princess Gaoyi was undoubted. Since he had come to find him, he had no intention of disturbing the princess.
Zhao Jundu said no more and only asked: "What does that man look like? Since he was seriously injured and unconscious, you should be able to get his personal belongings. As long as there are directly related objects, I will have a way to determine his whereabouts
."
"At that time, the lady didn't allow me to get close. However, the man did have something with the lady."
Uncle Wang came prepared. He took out a portrait and a short knife and placed them in front of Zhao Jundu. The painting style was simple but very expressive. Qianye's face was outlined in just a few strokes. And the short knife,
Astonishingly, it was Zhao Ruoxi's shining fangs that she had not returned.
Wang Bodao: "Fourth Young Master, this dagger belongs to the young lady's collection. I only took it temporarily and need to return it later."
Zhao Jundu said: "It doesn't matter. After Xixi goes to visit her mother, it is said that she will transfer to Beiyue Palace to stay for a few days. She will not come back for more than ten days. I will not borrow this short knife for more than five days."
"That being the case, I'm relieved, old slave." Uncle Wang stood up to say goodbye. When he was about to reach the door, he stopped, hesitated for a long time, and said, "Fourth Young Master, there is one more thing, I don't know whether to talk about it or not."
Uncle Wang was worried, but he didn't notice that Zhao Jundu's hand holding the drawing paper actually shook.
"What's the matter?" Zhao Jundu's voice was calm.
"From my perspective, the young lady seems to have feelings for that person..."
Zhao Jundu suddenly stood up with a look of shock on his face, "Seriously?"
"If this old slave is still old-sighted, it should be... like this."
Zhao Jundu took a deep breath, regained his composure, and said, "Okay, I understand."
After the study door was closed, Zhao Jundu looked at the portrait for a while, then went to the table and dug out the gray file bag. There was also a portrait in it. The painting styles of the two pictures were completely different, but the faces of the people in the paintings were different.
Very similar.
Zhao Jundu crumpled the two pieces of paper into a ball and watched as they were slowly ground into a pile of fine ash in his palms, and finally fell from his fingers. He stood for a long time, picked up the shining teeth and walked out of the study.
The outer courtyard has carriages prepared for travel all year round. The main palace alone is the size of a small city. If you want to go to the outer palace, you must have a means of transportation. Zhao Jundu's face was as deep as water, he opened the door and got on the carriage, and said "Go to the elder's courtyard", and then
Close your eyes and say nothing again.
The driver had been with Zhao Jundu for a long time. Seeing that his expression was extremely bad at this time, he did not dare to say a single word. He steadily lifted off the carriage at the fastest speed and drove towards the elder's courtyard in the south wing.
The silver carriage went straight into the Presbytery and stopped in front of an independent courtyard on the east side.
Zhao Jundu got off the carriage, waved his hand to stop the boy who wanted to report at the door, and walked directly into the courtyard.
The courtyard is not big, but the layout of flowers and plants is very exquisite. There is also a shed of purple grapes. Now is the season, and the fruits are hanging among the green branches and leaves. An old man is sitting on a wicker chair with his eyes closed and meditating.
In his hand, he was playing with two round jade balls.
Zhao Jundu entered the door. Without opening his eyes, the old man said, "It's Jundu. It's rare to see you come to see me, an old man. Tell me, what kind of trouble do you want me to take action this time?"
Zhao Jundu knew the old man's character well and did not talk nonsense. He handed over the shining teeth and said: "Sixth Elder, this knife left its previous owner not long ago. My nephew would like to ask you to take action and find the location of that person. He is a
A young man in his twenties, probably level seven to eight."
The old man slowly opened his eyes, but frowned, and said slowly: "I knew there was nothing good going on. This matter will seriously damage my vitality. Is that person in Xilu?"
"uncertain."
Hearing these words, the old man's long eyebrows almost knitted together and said: "Then it will be even more difficult. You should know that this move will consume ten years of my cultivation."
Zhao Jundu's expression remained unchanged and he said: "This matter is extremely important to me, and I will not hesitate to pay some price. I also ask the Sixth Elder to help me."
"This..." the Sixth Elder muttered, with a troubled look on his face. Even though he has retired now and no longer has to fight bravely with others, the ten years of practice are not so easy to give up.
Zhao Jundu added: "I heard that cousin Ruoming is preparing to break through the generals and needs the rarest and most precious medicines. My nephew happens to have a way."
The sixth elder's eyes flashed, and then he shook his head helplessly and sighed: "This...that's all, I will risk it this time. Alas, if Ming can be half as talented as you, why do you need to worry about me so much?
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After receiving the shining light fang, the Sixth Elder stretched out his fingers and slowly rubbed it on the blade, and said: "I have to pray for the star to trace its origin. It will take a few days."
"Okay, let's wait for the news from the Sixth Elder." After saying that, Zhao Jundu didn't stay long and left the hospital.
"A few days..." Zhao Jundu sat in the carriage with his eyes slightly closed. After a moment, he said: "Notify Wufang to take out the 'Blue Sky' and put it in Tianxingtan for warming. I will not do that soon.
We are going to fight."
His voice was neither high nor low, but it was enough for the guards outside the car to hear clearly. Everyone looked stern and responded hurriedly: "Yes, Master!"
Zhao Jundu has been practicing Zhao Clan's Secret: Purple Qi of the West since he was a child. He ignited nine force nodes when he was just fifteen years old, making it easy for him to break through to the generals. However, he then reversed the path of improvement and honed his skills at the ninth level.
Five years.
In the early years, Zhao Jundu still followed the Zhao clan's family motto and went to the battlefield from time to time. However, since Zhao Weihuang took the position of clan leader, he spent more time in the main palace to handle affairs on his father's behalf, except for big occasions such as spring hunting in the Imperial Garden.
, has rarely participated in battles.
However, whenever he went to battle, he was invincible. At this time, even Zhao Jundu's personal guards could hardly tell the depth of his martial arts. They only knew that he had never encountered an opponent at his level.
Around evening time, the atmosphere in Libin City was tense. Although the city gates could not be closed at will, the city defense army's inspections became extremely strict, so that there was a long queue waiting at the door.
In an inconspicuous small house two streets away from the city's Fangjun Mansion, Wang Youyuan was standing in front of Zhao Youping, his bent waist almost bent at a right angle, and half of his face was swollen.
"Waste! You can't handle such a small thing, what's the use of you! Now we haven't got the goods, we haven't caught anyone, and we've even lost several brothers in the city defense army. This matter is so big, how can you let me
How am I going to explain it to the superiors? Huh, although that old guy, the city lord, is not far from death, he is still sitting in his position after all!"
Faced with Zhao Youping's scolding, Wang Youyuan could only say "you damn boy" over and over again, and then slapped himself desperately.
Zhao Youping suddenly said coldly: "Is there no news yet?"
The guard next to him quickly said: "Sir, I will report to you as soon as I have any news!"
"A bunch of trash!"
The guard took a peek at Zhao Youping's face and hurried out, "I'll hurry up again!"
Zhao Youping walked to the window angrily and suddenly said: "Since that kid is still in the city, that's fine, I will personally take action to take his life!"
"You want to take action personally?" Wang Youyuan swallowed and said cautiously: "Sir, that boy seems to be an eighth-level soldier, the same level as you. He even lost the Ma Sandao to him. It is difficult to deal with him.
!How about finding more people?"
Zhao Youping snorted coldly and said: "How can my Zhao family's combat skills be compared with those of those untouchables? Although Ma Sandao is higher in level than me, if I want to kill him, three moves are enough! Besides, looking for someone? You still think it's a problem?
Not big enough? The top priority now is to kill that kid quickly, and the second is the goods. Once the matter breaks out, not only you, but also I will be unlucky. The old guy's cronies have been staring at my mistakes with wide eyes!
"
"Sir Shenwu!" Wang Youyuan quickly flattered him, looking a little panicked.
Of course, the city defense army is not owned by Zhao Youping alone. There are two commanders, one is a confidant of the old city lord, and the other has the most powerful force with a foreign surname, so they have always remained neutral in the factional disputes.
Although Wang Youyuan instructs Li Liu to kill Masandao in time, of course he will not keep the nephew of Xinglong Trading Company. In this way, even if the kid who escaped wants to appeal, he will not be able to provide evidence, but if he does not kill him, he will always
It's a serious problem.
Zhao Youping suddenly felt a little upset, waved to Wang Youyuan and said, "Get out!"
Wang Youyuan felt as if he had received an amnesty and hurriedly retreated out of the door. But as soon as he reached the door, he retreated again.
"Didn't I ask you to go out?! Huh?"
Zhao Youping saw that Wang Youyuan's head was pressed with a force gun, and he stepped back into the room, and a young man also walked in.
Zhao Youping's eyes narrowed and he stared at Qianye and said, "Are you the boy who killed my men?"
"It's me."
Zhao Youping sneered, began to unbutton his outer robe, and said, "You dare to kill my Zhao clan warriors and come here, you are really brave!"
Qianye said calmly: "You blatantly kill people and steal goods, you are much more courageous than me. Is there any royal law in this world?"
Zhao Youping laughed and said: "Whether or not you have the king's law is another matter. If you kill my Zhao Clan soldiers now, the world is so big that there is no place for you!"
Qianye sneered and said, "Really? That's just right. If I kill you, the commander of the city guards, I won't lose anything."
Zhao Youping showed a sarcastic smile and said, "Just you?"
He had taken off his outer robe, revealing a suit of black soft armor under the clothes. Then he put one foot on the ground, lifted one foot up, stretched his arms like a crane flying in the sky, and then shouted: "I'll let you see the Zhao family's secrets."
:Sky Sky Water Bird Fist!"
Qianye calmly crushed Wang Youyuan's neck bones, pushed the body away, and then slowly walked towards Zhao Youping, making a fighting gesture.
"Military fighting skills?" Zhao Youping had an obvious look of disdain on his face.
Military fighting skills are synonymous with civilians. Even if the nobles have secret combat skills from their families or sects, only civilians who have been promoted from the military will still use military fighting skills at the eighth level.