Chapter 28 Dragon and Snake Deeply Hidden Fish Market
Zhao Dieniang laughed softly, her laughter like a dancing butterfly, lingering around the beam for a long time.
Ning Xiaoxiang smiled at the corner of his mouth and looked outside the hall. After a night of wind and rain, the ground was red and messy, grinding like dust and mud. The singing and dancing masters who were so brilliant twenty years ago are old after all. Their beautiful and melodious voices have not changed, but they have lost it.
A bit lively and bright.
"About the eldest princess, you should ask the Marquis and the people in the mansion." Zhao Dieniang stopped laughing, "An'er and I just came to Jiankang last month, what are you doing to find us?"
"Mrs. Zhao, please forgive me." Ning Xiaoxiang said calmly, "The death of the eldest princess is of great importance. All people related to the Marquis Mansion, including the Marquis's relatives and friends, and members of the original clan, must pursue and investigate one by one.
, not deliberately targeting Madam and Mr. Ling."
Zhao Dieniang was silent for a while and said: "What Tianluowei wants to investigate, how can we refuse?"
"Thank you, Madam, for your understanding. Let's get started." Ning Xiaoxiang put down the tea cup and asked gently, "In what year did Madam leave Jiankang?"
"Fourteen years ago, that is, the thirty-third year of King Jin Ming..."
When Zhi Shouzhen walked into Fengyi Garden, Ning Xiaoxiang turned around as if aware, his pupils contracted slightly.
"An'er, this is Chief Tianluo Guard arresting Mr. Ning. He has something to ask us, mother and son, about the death of Princess Huayang. You must answer truthfully and don't hide anything." Zhao Dieniang said with deep meaning. "Prince."
"Master Ning."
The moment the two people's eyes met, the eight-winged golden cicada in Zhi Shou Zhen's consciousness began to sing in a low voice. His steps faltered and his heart was shaken.
It’s the dark figure who fought last night! Although the two sides are not similar in height, height, fatness, or thinness, the eight-winged golden cicada can communicate with the world and directly point to the essence of the soul, identifying the other party from the mysterious spiritual level.
Ning Xiaoxiang's eyes fell on the boy's left foot. Although it was only half a breath slow, it was enough to get a glimpse of the boy's inner turmoil.
Was he discovered? Ning Xiaoxiang was also shocked.
"The prince seems to be in low spirits. Could it be that the wind and rain were heavy last night and he got a bit cold?" Ning Xiaoxiang simply beat the opponent deliberately to test him.
"That's not true." Zhi Kaizhen took a deep look at Ning Xiaoxiang, "But there was a wild cat making noises in the middle of the night, which is just disturbing people's dreams."
"When a night owl makes noise, it's probably because there are rats stealing things." Ning Xiaoxiang smiled, and the other party must have recognized him. However, this is the biggest flaw! Just ask a young man who has lived in a remote mountain village for eleven years.
No matter how talented you are, how can you possibly see through the art of unblocking meridians, changing bones, and changing appearance that you have practiced for ten years? And the secret method that mysteriously disappeared last night and the all-devouring sword technique are simply unheard of!
There must be deep secrets in it.
Dig it out! Must dig it out! Ning Xiaoxiang’s smile became brighter and brighter, and a surge of excited heat suddenly surged from the bottom of his heart, like the venom spewed by a snake, burning the blood vessels and meridians in his body. Whenever he walked into the gloomy
In Sen's prison, when you put on gloves and pick up one torture instrument after another, you will always be so excited.
"I'm afraid that the mice are fine, but the noisy night owl has been slaughtered." Zhikarizhen looked sideways in the direction of Chongxuan Office in Baishi Mountain, with a provocative smile on his lips. This was deliberately using himself as bait.
He has been secretly monitored by Ning Xiaoxiang, which is always a trouble. He simply angers the other party and induces the Tianluo Guards to fight. But Wang Ziqiao will never sit idly by and will inevitably intervene. Once the two sides conflict, he can get a glimpse of Wang Ziqiao hiding in peace.
The undercurrent of power under the water.
For him, the enigmatic and unpredictable No. 1 alchemist of the Eight Desolations is a serious problem.
"Isn't the prince wearing a sword today? I heard that the prince's sword skills are wonderful and his talent is amazing. How many years have he been practicing swordsmanship?" Ning Xiaoxiang asked slowly and calmly without getting angry.
"For about seven or eight years, it was just a wild way of practicing according to the sword manual, which made the adults laugh."
"Who is the disciple of the prince?"
"Your Excellency is so forgetful. As I said before, you are just pondering over the sword manual."
"Haha, isn't that wandering swordsman from the Yu clan named Ma considered the prince's teacher?"
"Old Ma? He is just a tutor hired by Wang Changshi with money..."
The two of them asked and answered each other, and half an hour passed in the blink of an eye. Ning Xiaoxiang had a very good temper, and no matter how sarcastic Zhi Shou was, the smile on his face never changed.
Zhao Dieniang seemed a little tired. Pingting walked to the window and looked at the bare poppy branches in the distance in trance
"Master Ning, do you have anything else to ask?" Zhikarizhen picked up the purple clay teapot on the table, poured a cup of tea, rinsed his mouth, spit it out, and splashed a few drops of dark brown tea juice on Ning Xiaoxiang.
On the black satin official boots.
Ning Xiaoxiang acted as if he hadn't seen him before, with a calm look on his face: "It's getting late, so let's stop here today. If you have any questions in the future, I'll come visit you again." He cupped his hands, said goodbye and left. Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he turned around and walked out of his robe.
He took out a red velvet flower gift box from his sleeve, "I have been harassing the prince for a long time, and a small gift is not enough to show respect."
Zhi Shou was really about to refuse when the white jade dice in his arms suddenly became hot. He felt a chill in his heart and looked at Ning Xiaoxiang. He had revealed his interest in beast souls in Qinghua Lane that day, so he must have been ignored by this person.<
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"The prince will like it." Ning Xiaoxiang stuffed the gift box into Zhi Kaizhen's hand, smiled, and walked out of the hall.
He never looked back along the way. He turned around the flower path and glanced at Zhao Dieniang, who was still standing alone through the dense intertwined branches, her thin shadow seemed to melt into the dusk. He shook his sleeves and left quickly.<
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After leaving the gate of the Hou Mansion and passing through the Qinghua Lane, two Tianluo Wei Qianshi wearing blue python uniforms came up to them. One asked: "Sir, have you found any clues?" The other person smiled bitterly and shook his head: "We at the Hou Mansion are here.
I've been there many times, but haven't found anything? In fact, Your Majesty also understands the difficulties of the Lord. A powerful family like the Bolingyuan family can't even arrest and torture a servant casually. How can we investigate?"
"What Yuan An and his son said are very similar to what we found out in advance. But it doesn't matter, it's just a human matter." Ning Xiaoxiang took off his official uniform and smiled happily. The three of them were walking on the bustling street, and Ning Xiaoxiang suddenly stopped and spoke.
Said: "There's something wrong."
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The two subordinates were refreshed: "What did you find, sir?"
Ning Xiaoxiang muttered: "Zhao Dieniang and Yuan An seem to be respectful but not close."
One official asked in confusion: "Is this the case for most wealthy families?"
Ning Xiaoxiang said "hmm", silent in thought, and then waved his hand: "You guys can leave now, I'll go for a walk by myself."
At this time, the dusk was rising, the lights were starting to turn on, and Ning Xiaoxiang was walking among the crowd. Unknowingly, his skin color gradually darkened, his eyes narrowed, the distance between his eyebrows widened, the bridge of his nose collapsed, and his body slowed down at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.
Slowly becoming shorter. When he walked out of the crowd, he seemed to have changed into another unfamiliar appearance.
This is his most proud art of unblocking meridians, changing bones, and changing appearance. The original name of this art was "disguise." Almost everyone who has been in the world for a few years can do it. However, people like him can do it.
, it is the only way in thousands of years to transform a shabby disguise technique into something new and truly transform it into a skill that is close to the Tao.
The pain of tearing muscles and bones and disintegrating flesh and blood is worse than life and is definitely unbearable by most people.
After walking through the alleys and walking to the west of the city, Ning Xiaoxiang was already a fisherman in his prime: his face was dark, his linen clothes were half-undressed, and his strong and rough shoulders were exposed. He was barefoot and carrying a load of lively red shrimps.
Enter the fish market on the beach of the Yangtze River.
The river water along the coast is turbid, with sticky foam, fish scales and garbage floating on it. Thick black smoke rises from the crowded pallets and fishing boats. The fishermen sit around the stove in twos and threes, or smoke dry cigarettes silently.
Or grab a pot of cheap liquor that costs ten cents, and sip it happily while talking loudly.
"Lao Ma, come here and have a drink!"
"Lao Ma, are you so late today? You went to the city to find a woman, haha!"
Several fishermen saw Ning Xiaoxiang and waved and shouted. He smiled innocently and nodded, walking to the depths of the fish market in a familiar way. The evening market at the fish market was coming to an end, and the air was filled with the fishy smell of fish, shrimp, crab and shellfish, and the muddy
The dirt road is strewn with fish scales, stains of blood and colorful entrails.
In front of a fish stall with a "Fresh Shrimps" sign, Ning Xiaoxiang put down his burden, said hello to the waiter at the stall, glanced around quickly, and went straight in.
It was only a few feet in size, dimly lit, and contained a narrow wooden bed. The nooks and crannies were filled with tattered fishing gear. An old woman was sitting on the ground, squinting, and concentrating on mending a fishing net.
"Old Ma, I caught a big fish this time." The old woman raised her head, and a sharp cold light flashed from the fish bone needle between her fingers.
"Big fish?"
"Really big fish."
"Not bad." Ning Xiaoxiang's eyes flashed, and he lay down on the wooden bed, tapping the mechanism at the end of the bed with his heels. With a "click", the bed board turned over, and the person disappeared in an instant.
Along the deep and rotating underground tunnel, Ning Xiaoxiang slid down dozens of feet before finally touching the ground. The surrounding area was dark and silent, and wet drops of water appeared on the walls of the tunnel. Ning Xiaoxiang walked for several miles, and there was a faint sight in front of him.
A few faint lights from oil lamps shine through.
"Hello, boss!"
"Boss, we caught a big fish! It's from the Kong family in Kuaiji!"
"He's the son of a concubine from the eighth room of the Kong family! I was walking alone in Yanziji in the afternoon, and my brothers drugged me to death. I didn't even notice it!"
Seven or eight men dressed as fishermen came up to them excitedly, talking non-stop. Their skin was thick and dark, they had swords tied around their waists, and there was faint traces of blood oozing from the gauze bandaging their wounds.
Ning Xiaoxiang nodded: "How are the casualties, brothers?"
"None of them died, but they all suffered minor injuries. This bastard was so heavily drugged, and he was still able to do something!" Two fishermen led a young man covered in blood forward, pushed him hard, and brought him to his knees.
Pressed to the ground, the iron shackles around his neck made a loud "bang" sound.
"There are still three pounds of nails in the rotten ship, let alone the children of the Kong family in Kuaiji. That is the wealthy family that gave birth to the supreme master Kong Ni." Ning Xiaoxiang took the tray handed by a fisherman, on which was the identity of the children of the Kong family.
Jade pendants, talisman-patterned fans, Longquan swords, honey jade and other personal accessories. He looked at them one by one and then put them aside.
"Boss, can we pry out Kong's secret skills from his mouth this time?"
"These aristocratic families are the most domineering, and they won't let us practice any good skills!"
The fishermen were all shouting. Ning Xiaoxiang smiled slightly, walked to the young master and squatted down, face to face with him.
"Want to live? Or do you want to die?" Ning Xiaoxiang lifted the other person's chin with his finger, looked at it for a while, and asked in a gentle tone.
The young master rolled his eyelids feebly: "I am a descendant of the Kong family in Kuaiji. If you arrest me, no one will survive. If you are sensible, let me go immediately."
"Wrong answer." Ning Xiaoxiang sighed regretfully, waved, and a row of bloody wooden frames with various torture instruments were pushed up.
"But there's no rush, we have plenty of time." He showed a gentle smile like a spring breeze, took down an iron ring densely covered with spikes from the wooden frame, and slowly rubbed it, "I'm in a good mood today because I met a person who, when I was young,
, I have listened to her songs before. So Mr. Kong, never ask for mercy, otherwise I will be very, very unhappy."
"Ning Xiaoxiang, male, thirty-six years old.
He was born in a poor family in Youzhou. He was smart and talented since he was a child. At the age of fourteen, he was admitted to Bailu Academy, one of the four major academies in Jiankang, and was appreciated by the academy's mountain chief, Grand Sima, and Grand General Gao Qingyue.
He graduated from the academy at the age of eighteen and declined the position of Taoist priest offered by Gu Shenzong, one of the ten great sects of the Jin Dynasty.
At the age of nineteen, he served as a county official officer and accumulated merits and promotions along the way. At the age of twenty-eight, he joined the Tianluo Guards. At the age of thirty-five, he was appointed as the chief arrester of the Tianluo Guards. He won the favor of King Ming of Jin Dynasty."
In the bedroom of Tingzhu Pavilion, Zhi Shouzhen closed the file sent by Wang Yifu, pondered for a moment, picked up the red velvet flower gift box from the desk, and opened the lid. A fist-sized glass bead was placed on the red velvet cloth.
The inner red shadow flashed, and the soul of a strange beast with wings and fire breathing leaped.
Zhikarizhen took out the white jade dice from his arms and hesitated for a long time, finally unwilling to take risks easily. He was about to put the beads away when the white jade dice trembled suddenly and shot out a hot green light, penetrating into the glass beads. The beast soul
Letting out a mournful howl, he was instantly swept away by the green light and sucked into the white jade dice.
The white jade dice "buzzed" and rolled on the tables. The dream butterflies on the dice seemed to come to life. Before Shikari Shinagawa had time to react, the skyrocketing green light enveloped his whole body, and his whole body slowly
It turned into a huge Earth Dream butterfly, flapped its wings, and slowly flew into the air.
A cross-shaped space crack suddenly appeared, and it continued to enlarge in front of Zhikarizhen. It was far, deep, boundless, and emitted a dreamlike light.