Wei Ze was overjoyed and fell down in obeisance: "I am willing to listen to Master's orders!"
He knew that his years of revenge had finally come to fruition.
In the past, desperadoes like them would not have dared to approach the Jiang family rashly. If they were discovered, destruction would be waiting for them.
But now, with someone taking the lead, he seems to have a destination.
After so many years of hardship, I finally saw hope.
By the time Wei Ze left, it was already sunset.
The old master stood at the waterside pavilion for a long time before walking to the study room in the next room. He saw Jiang Mingxuan who was still reading a book.
The young man has sparse eyebrows and a face that is delicate but not feminine. If he smiles, he is gentle and gentle. If he does not have an expression, he is like a sharp knife hiding its edge.
He was in a daze for a moment, and vaguely saw the figure of another person, overlapping with him.
"Master?" Jiang Mingxuan reminded.
In fact, he had noticed his arrival a long time ago, but he just expected that he had something to say, so he didn't speak first.
After waiting for a long time, I saw that he was distracted, so I couldn't help but remind him.
The old master came back to his senses and saw the smile on his face when he raised his head, and heard another young man calling him like this.
Shaking his head, he smiled and said: "It's nothing. If you work hard like this, you will be able to live up to expectations one day."
Jiang Mingxuan solemnly agreed. "Yes, students will do their best."
The old master was pleased, and he opened his mouth. He originally wanted to explain those things to him clearly, but when he thought of the current situation.
It might not be appropriate to let them know, so I didn't say it clearly.
"I'm going out of the city to pay homage to someone in a few days. You can go with me then!" After thinking about it, he could only do this.
Although Jiang Mingxuan was a little strange, he still agreed.
"Yes, Master."
"Wei Ze is a trustworthy person. I hope you can put aside your identity prejudice. He is not our enemy."
Jiang Mingxuan lowered his eyelashes slightly and said softly: "Student understands!"
The old master sighed.
Within two days, a low-key carriage left the city and headed east.
After walking for a day and night, we stopped in the woods not far from the cliff.
Jiang Mingxuan helped the old master get out of the car. He was still holding some things for worship in his hands, and he looked at the desolate place with trembling eyes.
Wei Ze didn't know when he came, but he showed up and led them deeper.
Finally, he stopped in front of a bulging hillside. Wei Ze didn't look back and said, "This is it."
In the barren mountains and ridges, there are solitary and nameless graves.
The old master felt even more desolate and sad in his heart.
He stood in front of the grave with tears in his eyes and thought it was ridiculous.
"I once defended hundreds of thousands of enemies, guarded the border from birth to death, but ended up like this after death. God is not open to me, I am not open to you!"
Wei Ze gritted his teeth and turned away.
"Mingxuan, kneel down!" the old master said.
Jiang Mingxuan was guessing the owner of the solitary grave when his master asked him to kneel down. After hesitating for a moment, he finally knelt in front of the solitary grave.
"You have to remember everything you saw today." The old master turned his head, put a hand on his shoulder, and stared at him closely, "Remember, you have to make them pay with blood!"
Jiang Mingxuan was startled. He didn't have time to worry about his painful shoulder. He just felt that today's incident seemed to have some connection with him.
It made him think deeply.
This situation still existed until I came to a village after paying homage to the solitary grave.
Wei Ze took them into the village and then to the door of his house.
Inside, Shen Xun couldn't hold it any longer and was waiting neatly in his coarse clothes.
Even though he was sick and weak, he did not care about the obstruction of others and held on.
The moment he saw the old master and the young man, he breathed a sigh of relief and prostrated himself in front of them.
"Shen Xun, I have met my master, young master..." he said in a hoarse voice.
Compared to Wei Ze, as a confidant who had been with Xue Yan since childhood, he was a master and servant, and a brother, so he was naturally more familiar with the old master.
"Thank you for your hard work. You all have worked hard." The old master helped him up and looked at the two middle-aged villagers standing in the yard.
Several people bowed their heads and remained silent.
At this time, Shen Xun's eyes had fallen on Jiang Mingxuan, and he didn't look away for a long time.
If you say you just paid a visit to the old master, it would be better to say you also paid a visit to him.
This made Jiang Mingxuan even more hesitant. He also found some artifacts on the wall of the yard. As Jiang Shanshan said, these artifacts had been painted by his mother when he was a child.
It seems that he does have a close relationship with her.
Otherwise, how could something as important as this be spread to the outside world?
You should know that no one knows where the "Hundred Instruments Pu" is now, and these artifacts all come from the "Hundred Instruments Pu".
After entering the room, although Shen Xun was talking to the old master, he kept looking at Jiang Mingxuan.
The attitude is more gentle and respectful.
"It's really inconvenient for you to be in a place like this. Why don't you come back to Beijing with me? My study is only being guarded by the shopkeeper, so it's not a bad idea to stay there."
"No need." Shen Xun shook his head, "Wei Ze and I often appeared and walked around in the capital. It is really inappropriate to appear in the capital. If anyone recognizes us, our patience for so many years will be in vain."
When the old master heard this, he couldn't bear it, "But your body..."
"Thank you for your concern, Master. The girl has prepared enough medicinal materials for me before." He smiled and said that he was already familiar with the art of Qihuang.
On weekdays, in addition to picking fresh herbs, Jiang Shanshan and Taohong sent quite a lot of them, including more than a dozen kinds of precious medicinal materials.
When the old master heard this, he also breathed a sigh of relief.
In any case, Xue Yan is no longer here. As a father, he has the responsibility to take good care of these people who used to follow him.
At least the sacrifice doesn't have to be in vain.
It was already evening when we left the village, and the carriage walked leisurely along the forest path, blocked by a large amount of time.
Jiang Mingxuan's eyes scanned the outside of the car dimly, until he came out of the forest, and the evening glow also fell into his eyes, but he still couldn't get rid of the depth.
It wasn't until he returned to the mansion that Jiang Mingxuan couldn't help but speak. He looked at the old master and said, "Master, that ancestor of the Xue family..."
"Mingxuan, you are not qualified to ask about these matters now." He turned his back to Jiang Mingxuan.
The figure is not tall, but at this moment it is somewhat difficult to reach.
"When you have enough ability, these things will no longer be secrets to you, and you will have more important things to do."
Jiang Mingxuan stared blankly at his back as he slowly left. A strange guess came to his mind, which was difficult to ignore.
…
Hundreds of miles away, Jiang Shanshan got on a wooden boat, with Gu Yuan standing next to him.
"After passing Baigou, do we have to take action?"
The river wind blew her hair up, brushed it in front of her eyes, and then was pushed away.
"Tomorrow at most, have a good rest tonight." Gu Yuan said softly, feeling quite sorry for her for following him around for days.
Jiang Shanshan was not as delicate as he thought, but hearing him say that was still somewhat helpful.
only……
"If Yeluer dies, will it really not trigger a war between the two countries?"