Qingqing also couldn't hear any fluctuations in his thoughts in his tone. It was as if he had heard something about someone who had nothing to do with him and was just silently agreeing. Wen Li couldn't help but straightened up, raised his chin, and signaled the coachman to continue moving forward——
This is just the simplest principle of winning a king and losing a bandit. There are still many things that the Linghu family will have to pay back slowly in the future.
Just now, Wen Li had these six heroic white horses leading the way in front of him. They were still majestic and majestic, and everyone envied them. Now, coupled with a young general, he was riding on a tall horse and looked down at everyone with his eyes like a torch, which made the people of West Lake even more angry.
He was praised endlessly. Qingqing only felt that the buzzing and noisy sound in his ears was like mosquitoes and flies that refused to stop, but he was suffering from the fact that there was no cotton around him to block his ears. Discussions from both sides of the roadside were pouring in.
Linghu Qingqing's overly sensitive hearing caught on:
"Look at our leader, he is still very powerful. He destroyed so many sects at such a young age!"
"No, life has become much more peaceful in the past few years."
"Thanks to so many sects, you beat me and I beat you in the early years - in the end, it would be better to be wiped out early. From now on, we can all live with our hearts in our stomachs, with enough food, clothing and warmth.
What are you trying to do?"
When Qingqing heard such remarks, he was a little surprised. If he had been a few years younger, he would have been so angry that he would have jumped down to fight these people. It would be better to be destroyed as soon as possible? Could it be that Dongshan's disciple Zhengzheng
Are proud people born to bow down to the West Lake?
But Qingqing himself was surprisingly calm and couldn't help but nod, as if he understood the thoughts of these ordinary people. Whether it was the Four Instruments of Eight Tones or the "Fan Ya Ji", they were all just a matter of Jianghu.
The troubles and disasters caused by greed. How can these people care about the blood feud of your Dongshan disciples? No matter who is in charge of the world, as long as he has food and clothing, that's all.
There is almost no difference in the mouths of people in the streets whether their surname is Wen or Linghu.
The buzzing whispers made Qingqing, who was already unhappy, even more irritated. But at this time, someone had the courage to disturb the peaceful atmosphere. All he heard was "Wow——"
Wails pierced the sky, and it was actually from a teahouse on the corner of the street that someone was crying heartbreakingly.
"Let me go! Let me go—"
It must be that there are children in the teahouse who are playing nonsense. After all, the children can't tell whether the person sitting in the big car below is the leader of the Four Sects or an old beggar. Qingqing originally thought that the child was just making too much noise.
Looking at the disciples guarding Tian Keju on the left and right, they didn't take it to heart.
Only when a baby cries can it be the beginning of life, a scene of prosperity.
Unexpectedly, the child seemed to be still making trouble endlessly. Behind the curtain, a woman kept coaxing, but the crying and shouting could not stop. Before people could look sideways at the teahouse, they saw a
The pebbles rushed out of the window like lightning and were thrown impartially towards the cart where Wen Li was.
This cart was transparent from all sides, so how could there be any obstruction? Seeing that the stone was about to hit Wen Li on the head, Qingqing stretched out his hand to fish it out, using a "hundred-jun crossbow hair" gesture, and gently and deftly held the stone in his hand
in hand.
Seeing that Qingqing's palm was only an inch away from Master Wen's temple.
"Who is it?" Several coachmen tightened the reins immediately, and the convoy suddenly stopped in place. Nan Jiayou, who was at the front, saw this and immediately turned around and returned to the horse. He was about to rush to the teahouse and kill the child who was throwing stones.
Pull it out in front of everyone.
Qingqing spread his hands in front of Wen Li and let him see clearly the small stone, which was no more than a chess piece.
"That's it!" After a few "cough coughs", Wen Li cleared his throat and signaled Jiayou to turn around, "It's normal for children to cry. It's just a moment of naughtiness. There is no need to punish him heavily."
"Yes..." Judging from Jiayou's expression, it seemed that he wanted to go to the teahouse to have a closer look, but he did not dare to disobey the master's order.
On the other side, Qingqing was beside Wen Li, stuffing a piece of paper into his sleeve. The stone he just hit had wind in it, and it was clearly the "Xuanxuan" style that his uncle was once good at. Besides Shi
Uncle, Qing Qing also saw Xia Chessmen use this trick when he stepped on the hidden pile on Yeping Mountain.
In the "Xuanxuan" style, it is difficult to tell the truth from the truth. The stone seemed to be falling on the head of the West Lake leader, but it would be better to say that it fell into the hands of Linghu Qingqing impartially.
The moment Qingqing reached out to take the stone, she felt a heat in her palm, as if she had touched a few drops of sweat.
Wen Li and Li Zhiyan, who were closest to them, seemed not to notice anything strange about this stone. This inconspicuous little stone had long been taken away by Tiankeju disciples and kept as evidence.
The strip of cloth wrapped around the stone was hidden in Qingqing's sleeves all the way.
It wasn't until the journey was uneventful and he arrived at the border of the Northern Desert in the evening that Qingqing found an opportunity and opened the note alone under the lamp: "Tonight, at midnight, I found a guard behind Wen Xiaoer's tent. He had a large red patch on the back of his neck.
birthmark."
"Guards...red birthmarks...behind the big tent..." Qingqing read the contents of the note silently several times, threw the thin piece of paper into the flames, and watched with his own eyes as the flames devoured the small words.
Clean and tidy. It was quite late on the journey tonight. Everyone in West Lake, from the headmaster to the cooks, felt very tired. They went to bed early and snored like thunder. Seeing that the time was approaching, Qing Qing did not dare to delay, so he opened the curtain and rushed outside.
go.
It was so quiet all around Datang, not even a bird chirping could be heard.
Qingqing stepped hard on the sand, not daring to make a single step, and slowly moved behind the big tent. There was a shadow behind the tent, and the hazy moonlight was blocked by the airtight tent.
It was solid and solid, casting a large area of darkness, hiding in the bright moonlight.
And in this shadow, not a single person could be seen.
Qingqing felt strange and turned around quickly, fearing that someone was waiting behind him to attack. Unexpectedly, right where he was hiding, a dark wind blew, making a whistling sound, but there was still no one there.
Could it be that Wen Li had other plans and something unexpected happened tonight?
While Qingqing was wondering about the solution, he suddenly heard a roar suddenly piercing the night sky: "How brave!" Qingqing was not prepared, and when she heard this sudden roar, she almost jumped up in fright. Then it was
There were pushing and shoving fights and the sound of dragging chains. A group of people covered their faces in black robes. After arriving at the big tent, they dropped something heavy on the sand.
If you look closely, you will see that he is a man with only his last breath left.
"The bodyguards of the dignified head of West Lake actually dare to collude with outsiders and cause trouble? At this time, the witnesses and evidence are here, what else can you say!" No matter how the disciples around him shouted, the man on the ground would die.
His head was buried in the soil and he remained silent. When several disciples saw this, they continued to punch and kick him.
This man had been stripped naked, and there were streaks of blood on his back. But it could also be seen from the remaining cloth shoe on the man's foot. The pattern of the shoe was clearly that of the guards around the master.
Qingqing quickly covered her mouth and almost screamed——
There is a large dark red birthmark on the back of the guard's neck!
This is indeed someone sent by Xia Qishi! So what ability does Mr. Ruo have? He can predict the unexpected events at night one step in advance and take the lead to find out the rebellious guard? Looking at the appearance of those disciples, Qing Qing's heart
I guess most of the guards behind the tent were summoned together and interrogated one by one. Only then did the people sent by Xia Qishi reveal their flaws.
I just don’t know how Ruo Dong knew that there was something wrong among these guards.
Qing Qing couldn't bear to watch behind the tent, and was about to take a step to rescue the guard, but he heard a sound of wind behind him and shouted, "No, it's bad," and his arm was already caught——
"Young Master Lin, where are you going so late?"
Ren Siyuan narrowed his eyes and smiled kindly, but he grabbed Qingqing's arm so hard that it hurt. Qingqing swung hard, but failed to break free. Instead, his feet became unsteady and Siyuan pulled him down, and then he couldn't help but fall.
He was dragged into the big tent next to him.
Head Wen and Mr. Ruo were not seen in the tent. Instead, An Ge was leading a group of disciples. In front of him, there was a row of strong men kneeling all over their bodies. They were scarred and covered with shackles. They had no strength to raise their heads.
When An Ge saw Si Yuan dragging Qing Qing into the account, he smiled coldly: "Okay, now everyone is here."
Seeing that Ren Siyuan was unprepared, Qingqing turned his arm, exerted force, and hit his elbow squarely on Siyuan's waist. Although the blow was not painful, it was enough to force him to subconsciously let go of his hand. Qingqing
Qing then stood up, looked around at the half-dead figures on the ground, and finally locked his gaze firmly on An Ge's face.
An Ge looked gentle and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "Young Master Lin, is it not easy to serve the master all the way?"
Qingqing couldn't tell whether her words were a greeting or a sarcasm. In any case, the anger that he had been suppressing all the way suddenly boiled over. He gritted his teeth and took a step towards An Ge. Immediately, two younger disciples came together.
From left to right, he held his shoulders firmly, as if forcing himself to kneel on the ground. Qingqing struggled with all his strength and shouted:
"Tiankeju is so capable! Once we kill all the guards of the leader, even your leader will become a member of Tiankeju!"
"Shut up!" An Ge shouted angrily, then frowned and came to Qing Qing, "Tell me, who ordered this?"
"No one ordered me!"
"So, it was all Lin Shaoxia's own idea?"
"That's right." Qing Qing's voice was calm and her eyes were not moved at all. "What I do alone has nothing to do with others, and it has nothing to do with the guards of these leaders."
Hearing this, An Ge and Si Yuan looked at each other and smiled: "As expected." Seeing the strange expressions on their faces, Qing Qing couldn't help shouting again: "I am responsible for the work and others! Let them go!"
Unexpectedly, An Ge glanced sideways in Qingqing's direction, turning her head and laughing without caring about her flushed cheeks.
His expression was just like the cheerful look Qingqing had when he first met An Ge at Ruixin Pagoda.
"For the first time Shaoxia Lin traveled with the master, he found out the information about the traitors and killed all those who were colluding with him. He really made a great contribution to Tiankeju!" Qingqing was confused after hearing this and was still confused.
Inside, I heard An Ge continue:
"When I meet the leader tomorrow, I must ask for credit for Shaoxia Lin!"