Deep in Wushan Mountain, the silver moon is like a hook.

In the rugged mountains and fields, two figures walked side by side up the hillside and stopped in front of a cave with a collapsed entrance.

The deep mountains and old forests are deserted, but some battle scars can be seen on the ground, and there are still many flying knives and flying needles left on the ground.

And in front of the bushes not far away, there was a corpse hanging upside down. It had been exposed to the sun and heavy rain, and it had rotted and emitted a foul smell.

Cao Aning wore a bamboo hat and dressed like a Jianghu traveler, carrying a straight knife wrapped in black cloth. He squatted in front of the bushes. After carefully examining the body for a long time, he said in a deep voice:

"If I'm not mistaken, Mr. Lu should have committed suicide."

Next to Cao Aning was a man in a brocade robe, aged in his early thirties. Hearing these words, he pointed to the hole made by the ground:

"My whole body is covered with injuries and I was beaten like this. Are you telling me that this is suicide?"

Cao Aning signaled to be calm and pointed at the right hand of the corpse:

"Master Lu made a concealed weapon. It seemed that he wanted to sneak attack a master who was far more powerful than himself, but he accidentally planted the concealed weapon in his own hand. I guess the other party was quite surprised, and he didn't bother to apply the weapon afterwards. He said that the murderer meant to kill, which is true.

It’s a bit far-fetched.”

"A member of my Jieyun Palace died in the wilderness. If we don't find out, wouldn't it become a joke in the world if word spread?"

"Wuzhou is so chaotic and in the wilderness. Even if it rains heavily, there will be no traces or traces."

Cao Aning stood up, put his hands on his hips and sighed:

"Let's do business first and don't delay our schedule."

The man in the brocade robe clenched his fists and checked the surroundings for a long time. He found that the murderer was leaking water and left no clues that could be used to deduce his identity. He could only put the matter aside for the time being and said:

"The news just came that Xuanyuan Dynasty has been removed from the Jianghu, and the new swordsman is called the Night Terror Hall. Have you heard of it?"

Cao Aning obviously also knew the news, and raised his hand to wipe his face, with an expression of helplessness like "The King of Hell wants me to die at the third watch, who can keep me until the fifth watch":

"We know each other. When we were in the capital, we had a fight with him at the Yamen Morgue and stabbed him four or five times."

?

The man in brocade frowned, his eyes full of suspicion:

"You took four or five knives? Did you use scissors to fight you during that night in the hall?"

Cao Aning was not surprised at all by the man's doubts. After all, he didn't know how he got out of the capital alive. He thought for a while and said:

"The King of Hell, Ye Da, knows everything like a god, and he is as omniscient as opening the eyes of the sky. It is impossible to guess with ordinary people's knowledge. As long as he is here, I will never set foot in the capital. Don't say that I am a coward. You

You’ll know when you go there later.”

The man in brocade robe frowned and said: "Not to mention other things, the title of 'Sword Chief' is enough for me to pay three respects. If I had no choice, I would not provoke him. But the higher-ups have already started planning, and they will definitely deal with him in the capital in the future.

If a person is so omnipotent as you say, how can the higher authorities do anything?"

Cao Aning thought for a while: "When the manpower will eventually be exhausted, the Night King of Hell will not have three heads and six arms. Let's see if we can get rid of him then."

"Spend it..."

The man in brocade robe thought for a moment and said:

"The imperial court must be looking for the Dragon Elephant Picture. The Dragon Elephant Picture should be in the hands of Beiliang Thief Saint. How about we spread false news that Beiliang Thief Saint is going to steal Jiang Zahu. Maybe we can bring Master Xuanji and Ye Jingtang together."

Lead us there together..."

Cao Aning thought this was a good note, turned around and said:

"Just write a letter to the superiors and let them arrange it. Let's go to Beiliang first."

The man in brocade robe dug a hole on the spot, buried the body, and then walked side by side down the mountain. On the way, he asked again:

"Have you really fought against Xin Daokui?"

"Why are you lying to me? Those who can become Wu Kui have far better luck than ordinary people. It is not impossible to have a sudden enlightenment and greatly increase their skills in a short period of time. The King of Hell is much younger than me, and he will definitely be more powerful in the future. If we can find a way to accept him as

For your own use..."

"What a man likes is nothing more than 'power, money, fame and sex'. The empress can give him all these things. Even if he is unwilling to submit to others and wants to be the emperor, he can still work for the country from the harem. This kind of person is definitely the best choice for the imperial court."

Die loyal, don’t think about bribery, it’s more practical to win over the Pingtian Sect..."

"Too……"

…

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In the blink of an eye, two days later.

On the straight channel of the Wuxi Grand Canal, countless ferries and cargo ships moved smoothly under the warm autumn light.

On a merchant ship loaded with groceries, its three sails swelled into an arc in the air, looking like something a girl would feel great about.

A rope hung from the rear of the merchant ship and was tied to the bow of a small awning boat.

On the awning boat, Xuanji, the real person with her skirt hanging in the air, was sitting on the bow of the boat, holding a homemade bamboo flute in her hand, playing a tune from all over the world:

"Du~wuwu~..."

Beside me, the bird lay lazily in the bamboo hat, swaying and basking in the little autumn sun, humming "chichi~" in its mouth.

In the canopy of the boat, Ye Jingtang sat cross-legged with his eyes closed and concentrated, still recuperating his body.

The day before yesterday, we set off from the vicinity of Junshan Seventy-Two Islands and rowed out of Yunmeng Lake by hand at noon. The birds were careless and tried various tricks to increase the 'wind resistance'. Although the scenery was beautiful and beautiful people were with us, the experience was not really good.

Fortunately, there were many ships coming and going from Yunmengze. After rowing only a dozen miles, we met a merchant ship heading to Wuxi to do medicinal materials business.

Ye Jingtang was injured and was knocked half to death while riding back. Therefore, he paid a few taels of silver as shipping fare and took a smooth sailing boat. The merchant ship was full of goods and had no place to live, so he tied the awning boat to

to the back.

The merchant ship carried a large cargo capacity and did not move very fast. After two days of sailing, it passed the mouth of the Wuxi River and turned into the Wujiang River.

When the ships left the mouth of the Wuxi River, checkpoints set up by the imperial court appeared on the shore. There were also several warships patrolling on the water to check the merchant ships entering and exiting the checkpoints.

When Master Xuanji saw this scene, he suddenly remembered something, put down his bamboo flute, turned around and said:

"Night Terror Hall."

Ye Jingtang's eyelashes fluttered slightly, then he opened his eyes, stood up and walked out of the boat awning:

"What? Is there something wrong?"

Master Xuanji picked up the wine gourd and took a sip:

"You seem to be in some trouble. Now you are in the limelight for a while, but before long, your reputation will be ruined and everyone will cry out for a beating."

"Um?"

Ye Jingtang was a little puzzled, threw the stupid bird behind, and sat next to him:

"Why?"

"Swordsmen, like swordsmen, have a strong sense of martial arts. They pay attention to chivalry, grudges, and the rules of the martial arts. When necessary, they should use force to break the ban and resist the injustice of the court. This is especially true for swordsmen. And you are the deputy commander of the Black Yamen, one of the court's hawks.

Dog King..."

?

Ye Jingtang's face darkened: "Can't you say Eagle King?"

"They're not all the same."

Master Xuanji continued: "If you are close to the imperial court, you will naturally be far away from the world, and you will be rejected by the people of the world. Not to mention the black yamen, which is a yamen that specializes in dealing with heroes of the world, and countless people hate it.

"I'm afraid your reputation in the future will be similar to that of the dead eunuchs of the previous dynasty. Relying on the favor of the emperor, you were slanderous, autocratic, cruel and unscrupulous. You bullied men and women everywhere and harmed the righteous people in the world. Without any accident, you will soon surpass the Xuanyuan Dynasty and become the best in history.

The most infamous swordsman ever."

Ye Jingtang chuckled at this:

"Justice comes naturally to people's hearts. People who do evil deeds regard me as a role model, and I will kill them without fail. People with good character, even if they look down upon me, I will not be embarrassed in the slightest. I will naturally have a good reputation.

Happy, but no, I really don’t care.”

Master Xuanji raised his eyebrows, approving of these words, and handed over the wine gourd:

"You mean, you only have power, money, fame, and color?"

Ye Jingtang took the wine gourd, his expression was a little speechless, and he didn't say anything. As soon as he raised the wine gourd and took a sip, he noticed from the corner of his eye that several large ships were approaching on the river in the distance.

"grumble?"

The bird taking a nap behind the back suddenly became energetic when he saw this, and flew towards the ship with fluttering wings...

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Earlier, between the fleet.

After learning the news that Ye Jingtang became famous in the battle of Junshantai, Dongfang Liren was eager to return. King Wu and those involved in the rebellion case had also been arrested. After working overtime and all night to arrange the messy chores, Dongfang Liren was about to return.

Taking some of the courtiers and the imperial army with them, they set off first and turned back.

Luo Ning and Pei Xiangjun were the confidante of Ye Jingtang. Naturally, it was difficult for Ye Jingtang to resign when Ye Jingtang didn't come back. They followed Prince Jing's ship and stayed in the room without showing much publicity.

And the Queen Mother, after so many days of traveling and traveling, had to set off fireworks and then go back home, she must not be happy.
To be continued...