Mingwei finished school and was putting away his pen and ink when Fang Jinping came over to talk: "You have been absent from class recently. What happened?"
She smiled: "It's nothing, I'm a little busy at home."
Fang Jinping didn't pay attention and sighed: "I wonder how Xiaoan is doing and whether I can see her again in this life..."
Mingwei raised his head.
Fang Jinping's eyes were a little red: "I went to Wei's house a few days ago. Her mother was bedridden. The servants were looking for her every day, but there was no news..."
Mingwei comforted softly: "Don't worry, I heard that the Yamen recently destroyed several dens of thieves in the Beggar Clan. Maybe there will be clues about her soon."
"I hope so!"
The two left the academy and Fang Jinping got on his carriage. Mingwei refused the offer to take her home and walked slowly alone.
She was just relaxing, but as she was walking, she suddenly felt a familiar "qi" passing by her.
Mingwei was startled for a moment, then turned around and saw that it was a young man.
Is it Jun Moli, the disciple of Xuandu Temple whom I met on Qixi Festival?
Although Xuandu Temple is in the capital, it rarely appears in the eyes of the people in the capital.
For example, Changsheng Temple is the most popular temple in the capital, and Xuandu Temple only opens its doors on certain days.
Everyone knows that there are immortals in Xuandu Temple, but they don't have the opportunity to come into contact with them.
Jun Moli did not wear the Taoist uniform of Xuandu Temple today, walking on the street like a worldly prince.
Mingwei thought for a moment and followed.
This Junxian walked around several streets and finally entered a restaurant.
Mingwei watched him go upstairs and followed him.
The waiter came up to me with a smile: "Miss, please come in, are you alone? Do you want to eat or order a banquet?"
Mingwei said: "I got separated from my family, and we agreed to meet here. Just find a private room for me to rest." After saying that, he stopped in the room next to Jun Moli, "Is there anyone in this room?"
"No." The waiter opened the door and said, "Please."
Mingwei nodded: "Bring some tea and fruit snacks, and if you have any picture albums, get a few so that I can pass the time."
The waiter responded repeatedly, and after a while, he diligently delivered everything.
After sending the waiter away, Mingwei felt the thickness of the paper in the album, tore it off and made it into a paper cup, placed it upside down on the separate wall, and listened carefully.
In this kind of restaurant, most of the walls separating the private rooms are just wooden boards. If you concentrate, you can easily hear the movement on the other side.
"...Senior brother, why did you come just now?" This was Jun Moli's voice.
After a while of silence, a voice came from the other side: "Wouldn't it be better to come now?"
Mingwei felt his ears go numb. The sound was deep and full, soft and elegant, like the sound of a piano, and indescribably sweet.
Jun Moli said: "It's too late! Now the hearts of the people in the temple have been bribed by that guy Yuyang. He always pretends to be the next temple leader. How abominable!"
Mingwei was startled.
Yuyang should be a Taoist name. The disciples of Xuanduguan are divided into Taoist and lay people. Those who are monks will have Taoist names. Those who are not monks will still use their lay names just like Jun Moli.
There is no obvious difference between Taoism and customs. The only difference is that the temple owner must become a monk.
She remembered that the person in charge of Xuandu Temple was not named Yuyang.
The voice laughed softly: "It's up to you to do whatever he likes."
"Aren't I aggrieved for my senior brother? When the master was here, he loved him the most. Everyone knows that he sent his senior brother to travel around in order to let you increase your knowledge and come back to take over as the leader of the temple. It's better now, the master is unexpected.
Go, Yuyang pretends that he is the next temple master, senior brother, when you come back, I don’t know how he will embarrass you."
The man said calmly: "He is the eldest brother. Logically, he is the elder, and the position of temple master should have been passed to him."
Jun Moli sneered: "Our Xuandu Temple has always been for those who are able. Whoever is the strongest will be the leader of the temple, but there is no principle that the elder should take over as a matter of course."
"Yes, whoever is the strongest will be the master of the temple. Are you afraid that you can't compete with him as your brother?"
"Senior brother! You know I didn't mean it this way." Jun Moli said angrily, "That's what I said, but you have been away from the scene for so long, how do those people know that you are the strongest?"
The man said calmly: "What's the rush? It belongs to whoever belongs to you. Well, we haven't seen each other for a long time, let me see if you have improved over the years."
Later, there was a discussion about mysticism. Mingwei listened for a while, and seeing that it was getting late, she packed up and checked out.
The waiter asked: "Has the lady's family not arrived yet?"
"Maybe they went home first." Ming paid with a smile and raised the picture album in his hand, "It's very beautiful, I bought it together."
Of course the waiter agreed and watched her leave the restaurant.
After a while, two men came out of the elegant room.
Among them was Jun Moli. The other one was slightly older than him, with long eyebrows and elegant eyes.
After the two of them paid the bill, the man asked: "What kind of guest was in the private room on the left earlier?"
The waiter smiled and said, "She's a young lady!"
"No one else?"
"Yes. The lady is here to wait for someone. There is only one person."
He nodded and left the restaurant.
"What's wrong?" Jun Moli was puzzled, "Is there any problem?"
He shook his head: "Maybe I'm overthinking."
People who practice martial arts have a kind of induction. When others are not paying attention to themselves, they will pass by without paying attention. But if someone pays attention to themselves, this induction will be revived instantly.
This is what is called murderous intent.
Just now, someone seemed to be paying attention in the private room next door, but because there was no murderous intent, he couldn't sense it clearly.
The restaurant is not well soundproofed. Was the lady curious when she heard the sound, or...
He patted Jun Moli on the shoulder: "Go back and practice hard, you are slacking off."
…
Wei Xiaoan huddled in the corner, trying his best to reduce his presence.
It had been several days since she had been abducted. She still remembered that day when she came out of Zhegui Tower and was swept away by the crowd and squeezed into a corner.
She knew the danger of being trampled, so she didn't dare to move and huddled there, waiting for the maid to come.
Who knew that the person who came to see her was not a servant of the Wei family, but a strange woman.
The two women, who were both big and round, squeezed her in the middle and pushed her toward the alley.
After Wei Xiaoan was stunned for a moment, he realized that he had met a kidnapper, and he immediately started struggling.
Unfortunately, the two women were too strong and the street was chaotic at that time. As soon as she shouted, they held her down and dragged her into an alley.
Then, she was put into a sack and sent here.
There are about ten women detained here, and some of them were just kidnapped like her. They yelled, were beaten, and were dragged away to who knows where.
Wei Xiaoan did not dare to shout for fear of falling into the same fate, so he tousled his hair and soiled his clothes to avoid attracting attention.
This trick worked very well, and she stayed here peacefully until now.
But she also knew that this trick wouldn't work forever.
She could only pray silently in her heart that she was lucky enough and that the official would be able to find her in time...