In the yard, Huangfu Xiaoyuan, dressed as Linglong, was looking at Lu Hanjiang doubtfully and asked.
According to Yan Fengyun's statement, the Shaolin Temple has set a rule of one competition per day, and now that the shocking incident involving the daughter of the Sword King has suddenly occurred, everyone is not paying so much attention to Lu Hanjiang after leaving the venue.
After nightfall, he slowly returned to the small courtyard and told Huangfu Xiaoyuan everything, and then he asked the above question.
"With so many royal guards in the capital, it's not like everyone is a loser, right?" Lu Hanjiang didn't seem to care much about this matter.
"Aren't you worried that something will happen to that girl?" Huangfu Xiaoyuan asked.
"Of course I'm worried."
Lu Hanjiang wiped the secret with care and said: "It's just that I'm not in the capital now, so what's the use of worrying anymore. Jiang Xian is not a fool. I don't believe that he can still do well. On the other hand, if even he can do it,
If I can no longer control the situation, I will just write about it every day, but it will be useless."
It would be a lie to say that he didn't care. Shangluo was the key to suppressing Shang Jidao. Lu Hanjiang couldn't give up on her for no reason, but it was unrealistic for him to go all the way back to guard against thieves just for this.
Besides, he also wanted to know which madman dared to rob someone under the strict defense of the Jinyi Guards.
In other words, if you have a brain, you should know that using force in the capital is a bad idea. Then the other party will still have the confidence to rob people, and there is a lot to do here.
It must be another gentleman in Beijing who has hooked up with the Jianghu forces. Thinking of this, Lu Hanjiang's lips curled up into a meaningful smile.
Then, he seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly asked: "By the way, do you know Yan Fengyun?"
"The hero of the Beggar Clan is an authentic Jianghu figure." Huangfu Xiaoyuan answered politely. When most people asked about Yan Fengyun, they should have received this answer.
Lu Hanjiang was a little disappointed when he didn't get the answer he hoped for. He said, "This person showed kindness to the Xiaoyao Sect for no reason. I guess he has some connection with the Xiaoyao Sect."
After hearing this, Huangfu Xiaoyuan thought for a while and said: "It is rumored that this deputy leader of the Beggar Clan had made some names in the world before joining the Beggar Clan. However, later on, his reputation as a heroic hero became too great.
Things in the past were not mentioned much."
Lu Hanjiang also knew a little bit about the reputation of the heroic heroes of the Beggar Clan. Judging from his current step-by-step behavior, there must be nothing wrong. If there is anything missing, it must be a story that happened in the past.
It is not easy to check the past events. Even if Jin Yiwei has great hands and eyes, it is impossible to record all the affairs in the past decades. Yan Fengyun many years ago was just an ordinary person. How could he be in Jin Yiwei if he had not made a name for himself?
Number in line of sight.
Well, for this kind of thing, Lu Hanjiang was not determined to get to the bottom of it. He had no clues at hand, and even if the gods came down to earth, they could only stare.
"Keep this in mind. When you return to Beijing, if you have any clues, you will..."
Before he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door outside the courtyard. Lu Hanjiang stopped talking. Huangfu Xiaoyuan naturally fit into the role of Linglong and opened the door with lowered eyebrows. Outside was a young novice monk.
"It's late at night, little master, what do you want?" Huangfu Xiaoyuan asked.
The young monk said something to Amitabha and handed over an unsigned letter: "The young monk is a well-known guest of the mountain. A donor just left this letter and left."
The letter only wrote the words "Xiaoyao Distribution". After handing the letter over, the young novice said goodbye and left. Huangfu Xiaoyuan secretly observed the outside to make sure no one was spying, then closed the courtyard door and handed the letter over.
Passed it to Lu Hanjiang.
The handwriting on the letter was graceful, and it was not something that a charlatan with a rough background could write. Lu Hanjiang fiddled with the envelope a lot, but did not realize that there was a hidden weapon or poison hidden in it, so he handed it back to Huangfu Xiaoyuan and asked her to open it.
Although it was done so solemnly, there was actually only one page inside, and there was only one sentence on it——
"The feud at Qingmeizhuang will be settled in three days."
Huangfu Xiaoyuan read out the above content, and then said: "Qingmei Village is thousands of miles away, and even flying horses cannot send the news back and forth within two days. This should be written by someone pretending to be someone else."
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"Who is the one."
Lu Hanjiang touched his chin and asked, "What do you think?"
"Hengshan? Wuyue?" The logic of Huangfu Xiaoyuan's guess is very simple. Nowadays, there are not many people who have the strength and courage to dare to trouble him. Lu Hanjiang has just lost the face of Wuyue today. It is reasonable for them to wait for an opportunity to retaliate.
"It's not them."
Lu Hanjiang shook his head and said: "The Wuyue Sword Sect never uses tricks. With their size, they can just move out of Hengshan and come to find a place in person. Why do they need to do such things as secretly impersonating people's identities?"
"Who could that be?" Huangfu Xiaoyuan asked.
Lu Hanjiang was thinking about it, and suddenly a flash of light suddenly appeared in his mind, and he said a name: "Linglong."
"Xuehua Palace?" Huangfu Xiaoyuan was a little surprised.
"Perhaps this letter is not for me, but for you," Lu Hanjiang narrowed his eyes and thought for a while, then ordered: "Tomorrow, during the competition, you can find a way to give this letter to Bian Guang.
Let him find out the meaning of this letter from Linglong."
"I obey my orders."
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The night was already deep, but Wangchen still couldn't sleep. In fact, he didn't pay much attention to what happened in the hall during the day.
After all, the Wan Dao Clan incident is a thing of the past as far as the Wudang Sect is concerned. Even if Li Guishou has a daughter who is still alive, it is someone else's business.
According to the style of their sect, even if this matter really falls on Wudang, it will probably not bring harm to the family. No Wudang disciple will take action against an orphan girl.
In the final analysis, they and Wan Dao Clan are just fighting against good and evil, but there is no actual enmity.
What Wangchen is worried about now is tomorrow's martial arts competition. Hu Qianzhong was defeated with one sword. Lu Hanjiang's strength has not been tested at all. Although he has practiced martial arts for several more years than these people, no one can say anything about talent.
good.
However, he is a Taoist, and winning or losing is secondary. But the Tai Chi Qing Ling Sword Technique used by Lu Hanjiang that day really made him feel uneasy.
Wangchen knew that the Xiaoyao Sect had a small Wuxiang Kung that could imitate martial arts from all over the world, but that was what he was worried about. If it could be reproduced in a precise manner, he would feel at ease.
It's useless.
But the sword used by Lu Hanjiang had no connotation of Tai Chi Qingling at all. It even seemed to have another set of rules and regulations, which was completely opposite to this indisputable sword. It was a truly murderous sword.
The world cannot produce another Three Swords of Heaven, and it will never produce a second Huangfu Jade Book.
While sighing, Wangchen's door was pushed open, and Qingping's figure appeared outside. He frowned slightly and lectured without looking back: "It's so late, why haven't you rested yet?"
Several breaths passed without hearing Qingping's response. Wangchen turned around and was shocked to find that Qingping's acupuncture points had been tapped. His little face was extremely nervous, but he could not say a single word.
Wangchen's face darkened. His sword had been untied on the table. At this moment, he pointed at the sword and asked in a cold voice, "Who are you?"
"Brother Dao, please be patient and don't be impatient."
The familiar voice came from outside the empty house. After Wangchen was stunned for a moment, he suddenly turned around and looked at the table. He saw a Taoist in green robes and jade belts, sitting down by himself and even saying something.
He poured a cup of tea.
Wangchen stared at that face, long-lasting memories flooded into his mind, and he exclaimed: "Shuo Xuan?"
"Wangchen, it's rare that you can still remember me. We haven't seen each other for more than twenty years."