In the heavy rain, the magnificent mansion stood in the rain curtain. The raindrops hitting the tiles gradually became noisy, and finally turned into a buzzing sound of gongs, drums, gold and stones. From a distance, it sounded like thousands of troops and horses fighting in unison, and countless soldiers buckled.
A, it’s scary to hear that.
But only when you get closer will you find that every brick edge and tile joint of this single-eave, four-corner, pointed-roof mansion is soaked with rainwater. The heavy rain that fell from the sky flooded the roof ridges and flowed endlessly, disappearing in an instant.
It can't be seen on the ground. It seems that it has to be poured all the way to the beams and foundations, and the masonry on the ground has stopped.
One after another, ethereal figures sneaked into the mansion with the door open, and there were shadows all around, but no one came close. There was no fire or lamp in the dark mansion, and it was dim and quiet, as if the people occupying the place at this time could be human beings.
, or it may just be a ghost ghost that remains in the world and is not recognized by people.
Chen Jialuo's Qinggong was ethereal and swift, and he followed Ying Laodao into the Luo Mansion. Along the way, he did not see the expected sight of weapons and murderous intent. On the contrary, even the disciples of the Luo family who originally came in and out of the house and wore fish-like patterns also
There was no trace. The raging fire that had been there on the day of the Golden Pen Washing Ceremony had been extinguished by water, and now there was only a dark, dark embers left.
"Director Chen, let's go..."
Ying Laodao's footsteps didn't stop at all, as if some invisible enemy was about to arrive at any time, and the tall woman also looked around with a wary expression. The worry between her eyebrows was so thick that she couldn't let it go. Chen Jialuo held his breath and looked around intently.
, and even felt that he was being led by a seducer in human skin, rushing non-stop to the underworld.
But he must take this road. Even if the underworld is really ahead, he has no reason to look back.
After not seeing each other for a few days, the Luo family's mansion seems much older. Thick moss has covered the cracks in the wall bricks. The red walls and black tiles have also been stained with a misty color, making it difficult to see the real shadows. It seems that everything
They are all getting wet and rotting rapidly. No matter how sturdy the palace is, one day it will sink to the bottom of the sea along with the city of Guangzhou under the constant heavy rain, and become a rotten corpse in the endless ocean with its mouth and nose covered with algae mud.
.
The road soon came to an end, and they stopped at the main house of Luo Mansion, which was so spacious that it was almost oversized. Chen Jialuo frowned as he looked at the flickering candlelight and the sealed hall with doors and windows, but he still reached out and pushed open the carved wooden door.
Chen Jialuo had no doubt that in the house would be sitting the Ten Palaces of Yama, the Judge of Merit and Cao, facing him head-on with his brilliant underworld power, so he secretly activated his family's profound and wonderful fist power, and blasted open the door with a blast of strong wind.
Then he stepped into it without hesitation.
After a moment of adjusting to the fading light, he found that the strong wind he opened the door actually caused the candlelight to tilt and fall, swaying and almost extinguishing, while the two figures sitting in the room looked sideways and watched together.
She looked at him with uniform movements and the same gloomy expression.
In the main room, all the gang leaders who have not been captured by Prince Pingnan are sitting in the room with serious and gloomy expressions, silent to each other, as if they have turned into stone statues of Weng Zhong, only possessing the appearance of Weng Zhong.
A hint of humanoid appearance.
There is still an empty wooden chair in the room, which is obviously the place prepared for Chen Jialuo. As Ying Laodao hinted, it is not an accident that they came here. More than one person knew that he would come and knew it very well.
He will appear here.
Everyone who should come must have already come - Chen Jialuo thought, so he sat in the chair reserved for him.
The group of people in the room were no strangers, but what was strange was that opposite, there was a tall, thin man with a golden face that he had never seen before, and the new leader of the Red Flower Club, Yang Chengxie, the leader of the Qingqi Gang, was also in the room.
But he had no chair to sit on.
Yang Chengxie and Chen Jialuo looked at each other and nodded slightly, then continued to stand behind a skinny old man, still like a majestic iron tower unmoving in the rain.
Chen Jialuo didn't know what they were waiting for. He grasped and rubbed the handle of the wooden chair with his palms, feeling impatient and restless. But as Ying Laodao closed the door again mysteriously, the hall was once again covered by the lonely twilight, and everyone's faces were confused.
It was shrouded in a deep shadow, and no matter what expression he was making, he looked so mysterious in the half-light and half-darkness.
Slowly, he discovered that these martial arts masters were not sitting silently. Their gazes followed a fixed frequency and often moved undetectably to the depths of the hall, to the back hall that was blocked by multiple screen partitions.
The light from the patio shines through the eaves and hits the ground, stretching out two infinitely elongated figures facing each other. It is only because the shadows are too straight, too determined, and too stable that they are attracted by others.
I mistakenly thought it was just the oblique shadow of two pillars.
——And the slight voices were mixed in the annoying rain, and slowly drifted over with the wind. The words were blurred, like an illusion of voices coming across the water.
…………
Jiang Wen, who had disappeared for a long time, was still dressed in Taoist robes and jade crowns, and his appearance was not that chic. However, he looked at the sky with his hands behind his hands and said slowly for a long time. His thoughts seemed to be at the same level as those of Yu Lei, but his eyes did not move from Luo Yuantong for even a moment.
Walk.
During this hour, Jiang Wen had already tried every possible means to find out the news about Luo Yuantong, but the old fox in front of him did not reveal a word. He only focused on confronting him from a distance like this, making it clear that he was waiting for his patience to run out and leave on his own.
"Senior Luo, we have been standing here for so long. Are the people outside anxious?"
Luo Yuantong, who has white hair and beard, is smiling, wearing neither a sword nor a sword, as if he is just a wandering wild crane washing his hands in a golden basin and paying no attention to worldly affairs. His figure is light and indistinct, and will blend into the bleak sky at any time.
"Master Jiang, I told you it's not yet time."
Luo Yuantong spoke slowly, stretched out his empty hand, but put his left hand behind his back, and slowly stroked his beard, "The Jianghu comrades were implicated and hunted because of my matter, so I will naturally ensure that they leave the city safe and sound, but what Chief Jiang said
This thing, I have never heard of, I’m afraid I’m going to disappoint you.”
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Jiang Wen shook his head noncommittally.
"Of course I won't believe what the liar said. I don't know whether what he said is true or false anyway, so I just let him talk to the dead. When he gets tired of lying and talking about poverty, he will naturally only tell the truth.
Already."
"I see."
Luo Yuantong echoed casually.
He was extremely tall, and his hands were extremely broad. He held his right hand emptyly from time to time. Jiang Wen squinted his eyes slightly and realized that his body's center of gravity was moving around his body subtly, as if he was rehearsing a powerful move.
, the extremely concentrated sword technique is already unstoppable even before the move is made.
"Senior Luo, this junior has a gracious request. Can you see the Luo family's sword skills?"
Jiang Wen changed the topic and spoke slowly, as if he was just a martial arts man who was happy to see the hunter and wanted to ask the seniors in the martial arts for some advice.
But Luo Yuantong laughed loudly when he heard this, and suddenly raised his hand and clenched his fist to stop the momentum. Jiang Wen only felt that he had changed from the uncertain posture of wielding the knife to a green pine and cypress unmoving in the wind and rain.
"I am afraid that Master Jiang has forgotten that I have washed my hands in a golden basin and no longer use force. How can I break the rules? On the contrary, Master Jiang's 'Junzi Sword' is hidden in a box, waiting for the time to be used. Don't you plan to unsheath it today?"
?”
The old man and the young man looked at each other with smiles for a long time, their expressions gradually became serious, but suddenly they changed their colors and said coldly.
“Definitely next time!”
"inconvenient!"
All the words have been said again.
Now it happened that Jiang Wen was sealing his sword and Luo Yuantong was washing his hands. Both of them obviously wanted to test each other, but they always tried to avoid it and had no intention of actually taking action. They tried and tested many times but to no avail. This made Jiang Wen also doubt whether he was the right one.
Came to the wrong place.
What Jiang Wen didn't know even more was why the old man in front of him ignored all the martial arts people in the room and insisted on coming here to fight with him? Could it be that the monks in the Luo Mansion were not allowed to go to the poor Taoist monks? It must be that
These people have some secret, and they are deliberately testing whether they are here to disrupt the situation.
But the question is why Yan Wing Chun is here and still hesitant and unwilling to explain to himself?
When leaving Xianggang Mountain, Li Xinghe told Jiang Wen that in the eyes of Shang Kexi, Zen Master Tianran and Luo Yuantong were just like the towering Mount Tai with one monk, one layman, one civilized and one martial. If there are still people in Guangzhou today who can control Shang Kexi, then
It can only be Luo Yuantong who washes his hands in a golden basin.
In order to repay the other party's honesty, Jiang Wen moved a huge stone to seal the ancient Qiulong Well at the former site of Sanyuan Palace, completely blocking the possibility of Li Xinghe's escape. He could only stay in the tomb and wait for rescue.
Luo Yuantong's status is transcendent, but Jiang Wen still doesn't know what Luo Yuantong's position is in front of him. He may be a restraining existence, or he may be the main force helping the evil. Even if he shelters so many martial arts people in his house, it does not mean that Jiang
You can trust him 100% if you hear it, and you have to see everything with your own eyes before you can count it. All the efforts you make are worth it.
But Luo Yuantong ignored Jiang Wen's metaphor and turned his gaze back to the misty and rainy patio. His back was to Jiang Wen, but he was facing a rickety figure in the distance.
Suddenly, Jiang Wen knew why the other party's attitude was so strange, but there was still one thing on his mind that he still had to ask.
"Senior Luo, what Li Xinghe said is naturally not believable, but there is one more thing I am here to do today, which is the ink dragon monument in your house that originated from Southern Shaolin."
Jiang Wen suppressed the doubts in his heart and looked at Luo Yuantong pointedly, but the other party looked at him noncommittally, stretched out his right hand wearing a silk glove, and pointed at the ancient sword at his waist.
"Can I borrow the sword and take a look?"
Jiang Wen was a little stunned as he took off the sword and handed it into Luo Yuantong's hand. Then he saw his expression suddenly became serious.
"It's indeed a good sword. What's its name? Where did you get it?"
Jiang Wen also looked at this bronze sword that was still as sharp as ever after thousands of years. The memory of the fierce battles in the past was still vivid in his mind, but he realized that he didn't even know if this thing had a name.
“The Supplementary Records records that Gou Jian, the king of Yue, ordered workers to sacrifice white horses and white oxen to the god Kunwu and mine gold to cast them into the essence of the Eight Swords. It is a pity that such a good sword has no name.”
Without waiting for Jiang Wen's reply, Luo Yuantong said what he was thinking, "I think this sword looks like a treasure from the Yue Kingdom. If you search carefully, there will always be a place where you can leave your name."
Jiang Wen silently put the sword back into its scabbard and listened to Luo Yuantong continue to sigh.
"There are many kinds of things in the world. Those who know cannot use them, and those who use them cannot know. To cut through thorns with a sword is to cast a pearl in the dark. To hide and hold the treasure deeply is to waste it. Since ancient times, it has been hard and easy to break. Only the treasures hidden in the body can be used when the time comes.
Movement is the right path that will never be broken..."
Luo Yuantong suddenly said at this time.
"But you said that if the pros and cons of a treasure are unknown and used improperly, it will be poisonous for a long time and cause endless harm. How should a gentleman hide the treasure in his body? And when should it be used?"
A flash of enlightenment flashed across Jiang Wenlingtai, and he casually shook out a section of the sword on his back. Three minutes after the white jade sword was unsheathed, a cold light shot into the sky, which was breathtaking. In an instant, even the fading skylight dimmed a bit, as if
The glory was also taken away by the sword.
"It is indeed this sword..."
Before Luo Yuantong finished speaking, Ying Laodao's figure turned out from the end of the corridor. He also saw the scene filled with swords and splendor. He nodded slowly to Jiang Wen and Luo Yuantong, his thin, narrow and long face full of sincerity.
"Brother Luo, you have been testing Master Jiang for so long. If you still have concerns, you might as well let the veteran speak for you."
Until then, Luo Yuantong's expression finally changed, "Okay. Mr. Ying told me that you are upright, but your relationship with the Jingnan Palace is very close, so I have to be on guard."
The appearance of the Yue Kingdom's ancient bronze sword and the Great Ancestor's snake-killing white jade sword seemed to have caused a huge change in Luo Yuantong's attitude. The news that he had previously deliberately concealed was now revealed by him in a low voice.
"The old man has already found out clearly in Zhangqiugang Village that my evil disciples sacrificed living people to the sunken ship in order to break the suppression of the ancient temple in Nanhai and release the evil dragon and ghost under the water. If you are not careful in this matter, Lingnan
Half of it will sink into the boiling sea and become a thousand-mile country again, and the people will become nothing more than fish and turtles."
Ying Laodao said with heartache. Although his words did not mention Li Xinghe, there was unhideable regret in his eyes.
Jiang Wen said in confusion: "Mr. Ying, even if Li Xinghe has the method of moving mountains and reclaiming seas, how can he bring disaster to half of the country with a dozen living people? This is too alarmist, isn't it?"
Ying Laodao did not answer directly, but just looked at the heavy rainy sky silently. That mysterious look reminded Jiang Wen of the natural Zen master in Guangxiao Temple. He also pointed to the sky mysteriously that day and said
"Heavy rain is coming" four words.
Being flooded into the sea seems to be the same nightmare for every seaside city.
The vast ocean outside Guangzhou has been called the South China Sea since the Zhou Dynasty, and the South China Sea has been called the Rising Sea and the Boiling Sea since the Han Dynasty. This is because water comes from three rivers here: the West River flows out of Zhaoqing Antelope Gorge, the Beijiang River flows out of Feilai Gorge in Qingyuan, and the East River flows out of Boluo Tianluo Gorge.
, merged into the mighty Pearl River, and finally passed through the mouth of the Eight Gates and rushed into the sea, forming numerous drowning valleys and funnel bays. It is known as the "rising sea" and "boiling sea", and its majestic and wanton momentum can be imagined.
Luo Yuantong was silent for a long time, then slowly spoke.
"It doesn't matter if you don't believe this, Mr. Jiang, but it's good to believe that you believe it. In the past few years, Pingnan Palace has frequently sent people to arrest Dan people. It is said that Dan households are dragon species. They can drive away dragons and ward off evil spirits when they enter the water. Only
Only by driving them all away can the Pingnan Palace release the dragon ghosts from the bottom of the water with confidence and boldness."
Luo Yuantong also talked about the absurd rumors, but he believed it very firmly in his words, "There have been signs of these things for a long time. Tong Yangxing, the governor of Guangdong and Guangdong who ruled Guangdong earlier than Shang Kexi, knew it very well, but he still wanted to keep Danhu for future generations."
Driven by supply, he advocated the establishment of households to integrate the people and bring the poor households ashore to stay effective. However, it was a pity that the people died and the government ceased in just a few years."
After saying that, Luo Yuantong said mockingly, "Governing Guangdong and governing Guangdong are not, in the final analysis, just a camp for dogs and flies."
Jiang Wen was silent for a long time, then finally said: "Then according to what you two said, how should we solve this matter?"
"The old man has already discussed with the Dan people rescued by Master Jiang. They said that unless three to five hundred young and strong Dan people from the early clan go into the water together, it will be possible to go deep into the eye of the sea to tame the dragon ghosts again."
The old Taoist Ying let out a long sigh, and seemed to feel that he was unable to make a comeback: "Now that the Danhus have suffered almost all casualties, the ancient skills of entering the water to exorcise evil spirits have been lost, and they are even unable to deal with the evil spirits sneaking on the sea, so they rashly entered the water.
There is only a dead end."
Luo Yuantong, who had white hair and beard, took the initiative and said at this time: "I have a way. Since ancient times, floods have not been able to stop the Nanhai Temple. The changes that have occurred in the Nanhai Ancient Temple today are because the statue of King Guangli Hongsheng in the Tang Dynasty saw blood.
, lost its spiritual response, and the golden dragon wall that suppressed the torrential waves also had cracks."
He stretched out his hand and pointed at the pure sky, "As long as we bury the treasure under the dragon's cave again, the dragon ghosts have been suppressed repeatedly in the past dynasties. It is not possible to escape with such an oversight."
Seeing what Jiang Wen wanted to say, Luo Yuantong said without interest at this time.
"Headmaster Jiang, this is all about Guangzhou. You don't need to test me anymore. No matter who is standing behind you, the affairs in the city now have nothing to do with you. If anything goes wrong in Guangzhou, I will be solely responsible for it."
, you should just follow them out of the city honestly."
"Out of town?"
Jiang Wen said in great surprise. He had never thought that what the other party meant was this. "Senior Luo, do you mean you can take us out of the city?"
This matter is like a fantasy. Now that the city of Guangzhou is blocked by heavy troops like an iron barrel, and there are countless pursuers from Pingnan Palace lurking in the city, how can Luo Yuantong have the courage to lead people out of the city?
"That Miss Yan is an old acquaintance of yours, right? Since she can come in from outside the city, why can't you leave from here?"
Speaking of Ying Laodao and Yan Yongchun, Jiang Wen also noticed something was wrong. It was said that these two people were supposed to stay peacefully in Zhangqiugang Village at the Nanhai Ancient Temple outside the city. At this time, they suddenly broke into the city like a mountain of swords and a sea of fire.
, is Zhangqiugang Village really more dangerous than here?
Ying Laodao nodded and smiled mysteriously, and Luo Yuantong said slowly, "There are secret passages in Guangzhou city that can be passed to and from. I happen to have it in my hand. It will be easy to take you out. Today, when the fire is raised, I will naturally send someone to lead the way. Master Jiang
Then just leave the city."
Jiang Wen stared at him dumbfounded, not expecting such an unexpected solution.
Jiang Wen first ruled out the possibility of tunnels. After all, digging a tunnel under such a big city is as difficult as sailing on dry land. Even if you dig out a tunnel for three to five miles with all your troops, it will collapse long ago. This is an unrealistic thing.
.
But from a scientific point of view, Guangzhou does have a very unique natural landscape. This "dragon vein" starts from Tiantangding, the highest peak in Guangzhou, and runs all the way southward. Surrounding Dajianshan,
Carrying the Silver Dragon Peak on one's shoulders, one climbs over Maofeng Mountain, bends over Baiyun Mountain, sits on Yuexiu Mountain, drinks water from Pearl River rocks, goes around Longtou Mountain, leans on Lotus Mountain, leans on Huangshan Lu, and goes straight to Longxue Island.
Could the road the other party mentioned be an underground river?
Jiang Wen thought about it carefully and realized that there might be such a possibility. Maybe there was an underground river buried under the city of Guangzhou, which could allow people to come in and out without anyone noticing?!
"It turned out to be like this..."
Jiang Wen took a breath of cold air, but his eyes became more and more doubtful. When Luo Yuantong saw that Jiang Wen still had no intention of moving, and with Ying Laodao's helpless smile, he finally put on a straight face and led Jiang Wen deeper into the house.
He walked out everywhere, and finally pushed open a heavily locked door, and you could hear a needle drop in the empty room.
There seemed to be nothing in the dark room, but when Jiang Wen got used to the darkness and took a closer look, he found that the huge hall was no less than the main hall just now. There was a carved dragon screen placed on the red lacquered square platform about one foot high, which seemed to be deliberately
It is blocking something, and there are six tall stone pillars on both sides of the square platform, which are strictly erected outside the screen, forming a tight protection.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Jiang Wen looked at the room thoughtfully, walking faster and faster, and finally almost pushed open the carved dragon screen, and finally saw a face
However, the thick, majestic and strange dark stone tablet is engraved with countless magnificent and complex patterns. In the picture, the clouds are steaming and the rain is flying, the sky is hanging down from the sea, the sky is rising, and the ghosts are lurking. It is a stone tablet.
Thousands of feet of ink dragon hanging down from the sky!
This was the first time Jiang Wen saw the terrifying stone tablet circulated in Southern Shaolin. He only felt that the ink dragon on the tablet was not a whole body, but had been cut and broken into dozens or hundreds of parts. It followed the layout without logic.
On the basalt stone, something vague and indescribable was discovered by the creator inadvertently. Everywhere you see is mysterious and strange, making you dazzled and dizzy!
"...It turns out you want to bury the Southern Shaolin Molong Monument in the dragon's lair as a treasure!"
At this time, a tall, strange-looking man emerged from behind the screen. His eyebrows were tilted to the left and he was looking at Jiang Wen with cold eyes.
"For the sake of his eternal town of Tiannan, Shang Kexi now wants to destroy Tiannan with him. He also takes this opportunity to force Luo Yingxiong to retire and Mr. Wu to disappear. Is it possible that we should just sit back and watch him do whatever he wants?!"
These words were resounding, but Jiang Wen's attention was not on the topic itself, but on the person who spoke.
His eyes continued to move between the other three people repeatedly, and many things that could not be explained in ordinary times were answered. So Jiang Wen thought of the name of a long-lost person, and the clues connected together in a flash, and he subconsciously
A thought flashed across my mind——
It turns out that Wu Liuqi, the commander-in-chief of Rao Town who has been missing for a long time, left the city like this?!
That's it, that's it.
On the one hand, Shang Kexi forced Luo Yuantong to wash his hands in the golden basin, and on the other hand, he ordered Wu Liuqi to take the blame for him. At the same time, Shang Kexi's most trusted adviser, Li Xinghe, was bent on dealing with his master Ying Laodao. Under the same external pressure, these three people seemed to
Reaching some kind of intention to cooperate, just to make the promising plan go bankrupt.
Wu Liuqi, who had been missing for a long time, also held a gleaming sword in his hand. The style was simple and unusual. He walked straight towards Jiang Wen and stood with Luo Yuantong and Ying Laodao. At this time, as the hall shook slightly,
Jiang Wen even heard them whisper "so fast".
Luo Yuantong also frowned slightly, as if he noticed something was wrong, and finally said directly.
"Chief Jiang, the secret passage in the city is about to be opened. Now it's up to you whether we join forces or not!"