Hearing Zhu Zhanji's caring words, Pei Ming was a little touched one second, but couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth the next second.
Immediately afterwards, he seemed to realize something, and his expression suddenly became tense: "Your Highness, you mean that Li Kui has not returned yet?"
"right!"
Zhu Zhanji said with a stern face, "Only you know what happened in the dyeing workshop yesterday!"
"Deputy Li Qianhu saved my life yesterday!"
The matter was important, Pei Ming pursed his lips, his eyes revealed memories, and his words were quite hoarse:
"After we entered the dyehouse, we encountered several strange heads that had been sacrificed. As soon as we saw them, the brothers were all trapped in an illusion. I also started a fierce fight with a young demon."
Immediately, he told Zhu Zhanji everything that happened in the ruined temple.
Not long after.
"Deputy Li Qianhu is very strong and will be fine," Pei Ming said solemnly.
After listening to the story, Zhu Zhanji smiled, patted Pei Ming on the shoulder, and said comfortingly: "Pei Qianhu should cultivate himself well. You should keep this matter in mind and remember the lesson. You must not act recklessly next time."
"Pei Ming will definitely remember it."
Pei Ming nodded in response, and the nails of his clenched fists couldn't help but dig into his flesh slightly.
I don’t know if I hate myself for killing nine people, or I hate myself for being weak.
Immediately afterwards.
Zhu Zhanji paced to the door, the smile on his face disappeared instantly, and he frowned and fell into deep thought.
According to Pei Ming, Li Kui should have had the advantage last night. The two monsters were not rivals at all. Later, Li Kui should have tracked the escaped monster.
In this way, it is not difficult to see that this group of people came well prepared, so will Li Kui fall into an ambush?
'It doesn't look like the work of my second and third uncles.'
Zhu Zhanji lowered his eyes slightly and thought to himself.
He and Zhu Gaoxi have been fighting wits and courage for many years, and they have a good understanding of their methods. The last assassination was in line with their style. When they find an opportunity, they will ambush them directly without hesitation and will not deliberately go around in a big circle.
Besides, if you just want to suppress him and make him lose face in front of Grandpa, there is no need to make this case so complicated.
On the other hand, everything you do has a certain motivation.
Unless it was a passionate killing, there is no logic at all, but this case is obviously not the case. There was a plan and there were even many doubts about the deceased. What was the purpose and motivation of the person behind the scenes?
Wow...
At this moment, God finally released the depression that had been held in for a long time. In just ten seconds, the rain became heavier.
"Click."
There was the sound of the door closing behind me.
"His Royal Highness the Emperor's Grandson."
"Abbot Qingyun."
Abbot Qingyun had white eyebrows and a kind face. Looking at Zhu Zhanji's troubled look, he smiled slightly: "I just heard Pei Ming talk about Li Fuqianhu. Jiren has his own destiny, and I think everything will be fine."
"By the abbot's good words." Zhu Zhanji's lips curled up, "Speaking of which, in terms of seniority, I would also like to call you uncle."
He was a real person from Changchun, but Zhengerba Jing worshiped a real person from Wudang Mountain as his teacher.
"Hahaha."
Abbot Qingyun couldn't help laughing heartily.
"Your Highness, there is a distinction between superiority and inferiority. It should not be done. It should not be done."
Immediately, the smile on his lips slowly faded, and he said earnestly: "Your Highness, Pei Ming's incident has also reminded us old guys that the current Wudang disciples are too arrogant and have let the world of mortals confuse their minds.
"In a few days, Wudang disciples will gradually step down from their positions in the court, including Jinyiwei and Dongchang..."
"What?!" Zhu Zhanji couldn't help being shocked when he heard this. He stared at Abbot Qingyun and said in confusion: "Although Pei Ming made mistakes in this mission, it will not implicate the entire Wudang. Why did Abbot Qingyun suddenly make such a decision?
"
"Master."
Suddenly, the little Taoist boy who had been following Abbot Qingyun touched his belly and shouted softly: "I'm hungry."
"Hey." Abbot Qingyun narrowed his eyes with laughter, flicked his fly whisk, took the little Taoist boy's hand, and bowed slightly,
"His Royal Highness, the Emperor's Grandson, Pindao takes the first step."
"Uncle, Abbot Qingyun..."
Mere words cannot keep someone who wants to leave.
Zhu Zhanji watched the figures of the old man and the young man walking away from each other. All his words finally turned into a long sigh, and he stood there and shook his head slightly.
'strangeness.'
Since Abbot Qingyun told him about this matter, it means that the decision was made by the entire Wudang and was not made by one person. It was just that it was too strange and sudden at this time. The reason behind it was definitely not that simple.
Suddenly, Zhu Zhanji seemed to think of something: "Yes, the abbot will mention it to me, indicating that grandpa has agreed to this matter!"
then.
Zhu Zhanji put aside his cluttered thoughts, put his hands behind his back, and walked outside.
Chen Hu opened an oil umbrella to protect him from the rain.
"What should you do now, Your Highness?"
Zhu Zhanji didn't say anything. He suddenly stepped forward and looked at the water tank in the center of the patio.
The raindrops fall, causing ripples of different sizes.
At this time, Zhu Zhanji reached out and took out a puppet from his sleeve, which showed an armored general wearing a yellow scarf on his head, lifelike and like a living creature.
This is the yellow scarf warrior that Li Kui used to exorcise the gods and enslaved him. He left it with Zhu Zhanji and did not take it back. He only needs to be urged by his mind to rise in the wind and exert infinite magical effects.
If something unexpected happens to Li Kui...
Thinking of this, Zhu Zhanji's eyes lit up, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, he looked at Yuan Bin in the distance and shouted: "Yuan Bin, come here!"
"Here you come, Your Highness."
Yuan Bin, who was staying with the guards, heard Zhu Zhanji's call and ran over through the rain.
"Bang bang bang..."
The kitchen knife flew up and down, the delicate white catkins were dipped in flour, the minced meat was wrapped and placed in the steamer.
Wan Xin wiped the sweat from his forehead with a smile on his face.
"Ouch, ouch, who is this, coming here early in the morning to make steamed buns? Is the sun rising in the west?"
Ridiculous laughter suddenly sounded from the kitchen door.
Wan Xin was startled. She turned her head and saw that it was Thirteenth Niang in a purple skirt. She was shaking an embroidered fan in her hand. She smiled playfully and said scolding: "Thirteenth Niang, you scared me to death."
.”
Immediately, he asked in confusion: "Why are you here?"
"Why did I come here? I also wanted to ask our heart-warming girl what happened. I came to Chunyue Building early in the morning and went straight to the kitchen."
The Thirteenth Niang came in all shapes and sizes. Seeing Wan Xin wrapped in an apron and covered in flour, she wondered: "I thought something had happened, but... what are you doing?"
"..."
Wan Xin blinked and grinned: "I am not thanking Thirteenth Niang for her concern, so I got up early early to make breakfast for you!"
Of course, she wouldn't say that she came to the building because she couldn't make breakfast because there wasn't enough meat and vegetables at home.
"oh?"
Thirteenth Niang spoke in a long and meaningful tone: "It's best!"
His face did not turn red, his heart did not beat, and he smiled and said, "Can it still be fake?"
"Okay, I'll just wait for the steamed buns made by our own hands."
…
"Knock knock knock..."
Catkin knocked lightly on the wooden door.
The beautiful woman in a sky blue skirt blinked and listened.
Half a moment.
There was no movement in the courtyard.
"Strange, no one is here?"
Wan Xin pursed her lips, glanced at the bamboo basket in her hand, her heart skipped a beat, and she shouted softly: "Li Fuqianhu, Li Fuqianhu..."
Just still no movement
"Did you go out so early?"
Wan Xin raised her eyes to look at the hazy sky above her head, sighed quietly, and then turned around and left.