"Impossible, Chang Bensheng used the qualification test to detain potential casual cultivators. They must be among them, otherwise they would not send people to assassinate me."
Cui Rong asked, "How many boxes did you see at that time, and how many were transferred out?"
"See three, transfer three."
"That's right, six people can't be crammed into three boxes anymore."
Zhan Changfeng carefully recalled the scene when she entered Chang Bensheng's room and opened the box. Because the box was isolated from spiritual prying eyes, she preconceived that everyone was in the box, and she only had time to open one box to confirm, but ignored other possibilities.
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"Did Chang Bensheng explain where he was going to send these people, or was there anyone else being imprisoned elsewhere?"
How could she ask about the confidentiality of the case? Cui Rong said sternly, "We will investigate this matter again. You go back and wait patiently. I will let you know when there is news."
Cui Rong is a master of the realm of life and death, the supervisor of the conference, and behind him is a joint organization joined by hundreds of forces in the Shanhai Realm. Zhan Changfeng cannot argue with his words of "go back and wait patiently."
It was an internal issue of the Shanhai Alliance, and she was not allowed to ask any more questions. Zhan Changfeng held the ceremony and said, "I would also like to ask the two supervisors to understand my feelings. I will wait for news from you two at the Hongyun Inn in the city."
Cui Rong, an ancient Taoist, could not speak harshly to the victim's relatives and friends, and said, "Don't worry, as long as he is the one who detained the person, he will definitely tell you about it."
Zhan Changfeng walked out of the city lord's mansion, the conference moved its location, and the streets became much deserted.
Apart from knowing that Lin Hanjiansu's disappearance was related to Chang Bensheng, she didn't have any other clues.
Suddenly, she felt a sense of emptiness, which turned out to be a long-lost powerlessness. She had never felt this kind of emotion since Yi Changsheng, and she had almost forgotten what it felt like to be powerless about something.
She hated waiting passively, hated the lack of cause and effect, hated herself standing there, looking around, with no direction in which to exert her strength.
The subjective disgust could not change the objective powerlessness. She could only wait for an answer or an opportunity.
Zhan Changfeng did not suppress his emotions, but stood still for a few breaths, releasing them completely and turning them into reasons to continue moving forward.
Before the small meeting began, Yip Island had been shrouded in a barrier, closing the island so that no one could enter or leave. As long as they were alive, they would definitely be on the island.
Zhan Changfeng went deep into the forest, frightened the birds, turned them into his own eyes with the Qingjian Soul Seal, and flew to various places.
There are still three days until the end of the conference and the opening of the island. If there is no news within these three days, it will be difficult to find it again.
Zhan Changfeng caught all the birds in the nearby area, and encountered a flock of birds on the way. He all took soul marks and released more than 3,000 birds in total before he stopped.
Facing the late night moonlight, she stepped onto the official road. After figuring out the direction, she remembered that not far away was the residence of the old man with a carrying pole, so she walked leisurely.
At first when she saw the carvings on the poles, she thought they were carved by some great recluse. But then she saw such poles one after another, and she realized that this person was not reclusive, but waiting to enter the world.
At present, it is only known that he is very good at arithmetic, but arithmetic and divination have the same origin, and they are both mathematical activities. Therefore, it is very likely that he is a divination master, or in other words, a counselor who is proficient in divination.
A person who can live in the countryside for thirty years and remain silent as an old man is either accumulating a lot of money or waiting for the right person.
So she is not well-known now, but she still has a high probability of winning over this person.
Zhan Changfeng approached the bamboo house and noticed the number on the door: 94181o.
This is not the answer to the calculation she carved. She changed several calculation methods, and her thoughts were certain. What if it was not a calculation but a divination.
This year is the year of Shen, which corresponds to the number 9. April 18th, 1o is the unitary hour.
The most commonly used number when calculating the sky is the Yi number. From this hexagram, the year, month and day are added together and the remainder is 1. The upper hexagram is Qian. The year, month, day and hour are added together and the remainder is 1. The lower hexagram is Qian, and the year, month, day and hour are the phases. Adding and subtracting 6 and leaving 5, the moving line becomes five lines, and the stem means that the sky will change into fire and the sky will have great things, which means a good harvest.
Calculating the direction means that it is located in Qian Palace, due north, which is profitable for gold.
No matter which one, it means wealth.
But what does the gray old man mean by telling her fortune?
She thought that there were many more people around her, and it turned out to be a man holding a sword.
The man holding the sword had a dull face, looking at the young man in white robe in the bamboo house, not daring to be careless, "Who are you?"
Zhan Changfeng saw the clan emblem on his body and suddenly thought, "Congratulations."
After saying that, he wiped the marks on the door and left.
The man holding a sword blocked her way and said, "My young master admires your talent for calculations and would like to ask you to join me in my account and give me the official position."
"I am an independent person and am used to freedom. Thank you for your kindness, young master."
"You haven't said who you are yet."
"A scattered person."
The man holding the sword smiled and suddenly took action. Ten moves had passed in the flash of lightning. Zhan Changfeng seemed to be invincible. There was a three-inch deep wound on her arm. The blood stained her white clothes. She said angrily, " What do you mean!"
"I'm really sorry, I just want to ask for advice." The man holding the sword put down the medicine and bowed to say goodbye.
A group of samurai disappeared into the village.
In the silence, Zhan Changfeng put away his expression, like this dark and cool night.
Oh, what a fine Mr. Jingyao.
She suddenly had some expectations. What would happen if Jing Yaoguo, an old man with clever calculations, faced the Donglin Dynasty, but it was a pity that the Donglin Dynasty no longer had Hua Jianci who could make all the plans.
Zhan Changfeng walked slowly into the night, and the three-inch wound had healed.
On the other side of the pavilion, a man holding a sword said, "Don't worry, sir, he is just an ordinary monk with low cultivation level."
Qi Huan knocked on the railing, "Seriously?"
"Indeed, her skills are very ordinary, and my subordinates used polygraph techniques to ensure that her words and emotions were not false."
It seemed that he was too careful. Qi Huan frowned. There were many geniuses in the world, but that person might just like calculations.
Moreover, he had never heard of such a person in any family or country.
Zhan Changfeng walked to Lengjiang, and suddenly thought of something, he returned to the bamboo house. He first stood in front of the bamboo house, and then walked north. During this walk, he passed through most of the village. The road was blocked by a grass shed. He didn't know how long it was. Not tidied up, full of sour smell.
Lying on the thatch pile was a man, dressed in ragged clothes and with his hair covering his face, like a savage from somewhere.
The savage barely opened an eye and said, "The old man and I both live in the poorest places in the world. After we met, we made a bet to see who would reach the top first. One of us lives in the south and the other lives in the north. Alas, the location at the end of the village is not good as expected. I actually lost."
Zhan Changfeng, "What can you do for me?"
He laughed, "I can turn one spiritual bead into a hundred for you, and I can turn a store into hundreds of stores for you. In that era, Lianwei was the God of Wealth. Now it's my turn."
"..." Zhan Changfeng thought he heard wrongly, "Lianwei?"
The savage waved his hand, as if ordinary people like you knew nothing, and carefully took out the book in his arms. The book was old, with lines off the edges, like a picture of a character, "That's from ancient times, that is, 90,000 yuan."
The God of Wealth who was pardoned by the Emperor many years ago."
"I really don't know." Zhan Changfeng put aside this point, "Are you willing to join me? Let me make it clear first. I am starting from scratch. It is still in the early stages. There are many variables in the future."
The savage asked, "What do you want to do?"
"Power and wealth."
"That's enough." The savage picked up the book and seemed to follow her immediately.
It took her a lot of effort to recruit Shuo Yu, Qin Shan and others. This was the first time she recruited a subordinate so easily. "Aren't you afraid of making mistakes?"
Behind the savage's thick beard, he had a solemn expression, "How can you trust me based on the advice of that half-immortal old man?"
"I believe in myself." Knowing the existence of Lianwei, it shouldn't be much worse.
"I also believe in myself." The savage grinned, "Anyway, I have nothing, and I have nothing to lose. I will definitely make a profit without losing anything."