Lin Ye met Zhuang Junji who was returning halfway, and he was relieved.
Speaking of what happened in Lin Manting City, Lin Ye felt extremely guilty after learning that so many brothers had died in Jade Bird Tower.
Zhuang Junji also reminded Lin Ye that there seemed to be a dark force in Yunzhou that wanted to control the world.
In the carriage, Lin Ye remained silent because of the deaths of the brothers in Jade Bird Tower and many of Dafu Gou's brothers who also died in Linmanting City this time.
He is actually a person who is not very expressive, neither pretentious nor sensational.
This incident once again proves that what is seen with the eyes is not everything.
The environment here in Yunzhou is so complicated, let alone the forest leaves that have just stepped into the Yunjuanyunshu, even Prince Cheng was pinned down there and did not even have a chance to stand up.
At this time, Lin Ye could not easily expect that it was not only Emperor Jade who wanted King Cheng to die, but also King Tuoba Lie of Beiye.
He didn't even know that not only the death of Prince Cheng was related to Tuoba Lie, but that the death of Prince Ye was also arranged by Tuoba Lie in advance.
In other words, Emperor Jade has already come a long way on the road of killing his brothers, and it is Tuoba Lie who is adding fuel to the flames on this road.
Things in the court are never as simple as who is right and who is wrong.
When it comes to rights, all agencies have been exhausted, and what's more, it involves life and death.
After listening to Zhuang Junji explain the matter of Salang in detail, Lin Ye gradually seemed to clear away some of the fog in front of his eyes.
"perhaps."
Lin Ye said: "He guessed it. If he tells you, you will tell me."
Zhuang Junji was a little puzzled after hearing this: "Since he is the one who helps you, why doesn't he just tell you directly, but let me do it instead?"
Lin Ye didn't say anything because he didn't know whether he guessed it right or not.
Their carriages and horses passed by on the road. At this time, they were not far from Yunzhou City. They picked up Zhuang Junji and headed back without any delay.
On a high slope about three or four miles away from the official road, Salang put down the clairvoyance in his hand.
As he sat there, the lush grass almost completely obscured him.
"He probably won't understand why I did this."
Salang said.
On the other side of the high slope, Sui Qing stood there holding his sword, with his back to Salang, and of course to the official road.
Hearing Salang's words, Sui Qingque did not respond. He looked into the distance with deep and misty eyes, as if he wanted to see the end of this world.
"Have you always been like this?"
Salang asked.
Sui Qingqu still didn't respond.
Salang didn't expect him to respond either.
Salang said: "Yes... From the day I met you, I knew you were this kind of person."
Sui Qing went silent and talked to himself.
"Little Ye Zi probably still doesn't understand why I didn't tell him directly, but told Zhuang Junji."
"That's because I'm not sure whether Zhuang Junji is really helping him. I'm not afraid of being a bad person, and I will never put away my suspicion of people's hearts."
Having said this, he turned back to look at Sui Qing.
"when are you going back?"
Sui Qing took a step forward: "Now."
Salang pouted: "It's really hard to hear you say two words... I advise you to wait, someone will be here soon."
Sui Qing went: "No time."
After I finished speaking, I stepped a little further and saw that the person was already far away.
About half an hour later, someone came from the other direction, their long skirts fluttering, like a fairy who accidentally fell into the world.
When she got close, she saw Salang alone, and frowned slightly.
"gone."
Salang said.
He looked at the woman: "Sister Lu, why did you come so late?"
The woman who came here turned out to be Lu Yunjia, the Dharma-recording priest of Tianshui Cliff of Shangyang Palace. "Is it too late..."
Lu Yunjia muttered three words to himself, then turned around: "Then it's too late, so what?"
Salang: "It's good to give me a little face. It's me who asked you to talk about things, not him."
Lu Yunjia seemed to have just remembered it and stopped walking.
Salang said: "The environment in Yunzhou City will be more complicated recently. The Yu Ling Guards lost their troops here and Prince Cheng died again, so Emperor Yu will put more pressure on Xiao Yezi."
Lu Yunjia asked: "Tuoba Lie?"
Salang nodded: "Yes."
Lu Yunjia: "What do you mean?"
Salang said: "Little Ye Zi has probably noticed something is wrong. You have been staring at him more recently, but... contact him less."
Lu Yunjia hummed and said, "Is there anything else?"
Salang: "No more."
After thinking about it, he suddenly thought that he had something that he needed help from Lu Yunjia to repair, so he quickly said: "By the way, there's more..."
When I looked back, there was no trace of Lu Yunjia anywhere.
Salang sighed: "Who are they?"
He stood up, stretched his arms vigorously, looked in the direction of Yunzhou City, and couldn't help but shake his head.
"It's so difficult."
He left Gaopo and walked about two miles away and found his donkey in a small forest.
In this way, riding a donkey and humming a tune, we arrived at a small village less than ten miles away from Yunzhou City.
This village is not small. From the number of houses, we can roughly estimate the population of the villagers, which should be no less than 3,000.
Instead of entering the village, walk along the path outside the village and stop outside the house at the far west end of the village.
He tied the donkey at the door, glanced at the green vines on the fence, and then untied the donkey and pulled it into the yard.
He could recognize this green vine. If a donkey eats a leaf with a bad mouth, it will have to die. It will be poisoned to death. It can't even eat the donkey meat. It doesn't matter if you insist on eating it. Anyway, it will kill you. It's a pity.
In the yard, an old man was squatting there, arranging the vegetables he had planted, rummaging through them piece by piece, as if he was catching insects for the vegetables.
"Obviously sprinkling some medicinal powder can solve the problem, why do you have to carefully turn it over piece by piece?"
Salang asked while tying the donkey.
The old man looked back at him and said, "You will definitely not live to my age."
Salang: "Why?"
The old man said: "Because you talk a lot and have a poor tongue."
Salang smiled and went to the well to fetch water, wash his face, and then sat down on the steps after feeling refreshed.
"Prince Cheng is dead, and there is one less enemy from back then."
Salang said: "Are you happy?"
The old man shook his head: "There is nothing to be happy or unhappy about."
He straightened up. He was indeed too old. Even this movement required great care, otherwise he might break his bones.
"Master."
Salang said: "Little Yezi has probably guessed something."
This old man is actually Mr. Qian who has been missing for a long time.
"He is so smart, he will guess it sooner or later."
When Mr. Qian walked to the door, Salang quickly stood up and helped him sit down on the steps.
"Master, next is Tuoba Lie."
Mr. Qian snorted: "Yes, it's his turn, but he's not easy to deal with."
Salang also hummed: "Yeah, it's really difficult... I have soldiers in my hands and can still fight. Thinking about it gives me a headache. Thinking about it again, it's lucky that it wasn't me who did it, but Xiao Zizi.
I’m much happier.”
Mr. Qian: "Logically speaking, he is your junior uncle, but I have taught him before and he is my direct disciple, so he is your junior junior uncle."
Salang: "Well..."
He said: "According to my uncle Liu Jigong, Xiao Yezi is his adopted son and my junior brother. According to my master, Xiao Zizi is my uncle, that is my uncle's younger brother..."
Master Qian raised his hand and hit Salang on the head, and Salang immediately stopped talking.
After a long time, Salang asked: "Master, what happened to Chaoxin Sect back then, it took more than ten years to take revenge. Master, it has been difficult for you to survive the past ten years."
Mr. Qian shook his head: "It's not difficult."
He looked at Salang: "More than ten years will not be as difficult as the day I got the news."
Because of these words, Salang's heart tightened.
Think about it, Master first received the news that his beloved disciple Liu Jigong had died in battle, as well as his four disciples.
The master has met all four children. The master said that he likes them. Each one is smarter and braver than the last one.
Then the master decided to take revenge. He must find all the people who betrayed Liu Jigong and not let anyone go.
"then......"
Mr. Qian said: "I was playing chess with your master at the mountain gate. Your master is such a bad chess player. I accepted him as my closed disciple..."
Sarang couldn't help but smile when he heard this, but the smile disappeared quickly. He lowered his head, not daring to let the master see the sadness in his eyes, even though he had never met the master.
"Someone came over in a hurry and told us the news, saying that something happened to your uncle."
Master Qian took off the pipe from his waist, and Salang snatched it away: "You are still smoking, and you can't stop coughing after two puffs."
Mr. Qian: "I'm over a hundred years old, do you still care about me?"
Another handful was snatched back.
He lit his pipe and puffed away the smoke.
"Later, who would have thought that Tuoba Lie would come to visit in person."
Mr. Qian said: "I was not at the door that day, but your master was. He chatted with Tuoba Lie for an hour, then left me a letter and followed Tuoba Lie."
He sighed: "I never expected that your master would make such a big move."
He looked at Salang: "To this day, when I ask you to mention him to others, you only say that he is your junior uncle, not your master, just because this is his choice."
"He left a letter telling me that from that day on he left the school and was no longer my disciple. He said he wanted to make a career and become a big shot. Only big shots can do whatever they want."
"How can you be considered his disciple?"
Mr. Qian said this as if he was talking to himself.
Salang said: "Forget it, I enlightened by reading the books left by the master, and practiced by reading the exercises left by the master. Of course it counts."
Master Qian raised his hand and patted Salang on the shoulder. Salang smiled, turned his head sideways, and rubbed his head against Master Qian's palm.
"Actually, when I gave you those things, I wanted you to take revenge."
He said: "So, I also arranged for you to go to Wuwei County."
Salang smiled: "I know."
He snatched Master Qian's pipe again and knocked the pipe on the steps next to him.
Salang said: "My mother-in-law chose Xiao Zizi. This matter must be done by Xiao Zizi."
Mr. Qian sighed: "Actually, it was your master and your uncle who hid the truth from me at first. They hid it very deeply."
Salang asked: "Master, were you so stubborn at that time?"
Mr. Qian: "Of course, to inherit the position of the sect leader and practice all the skills in the sect, one needs to be a boy. About your uncle Liu Jigong's marriage, only he and your master know about it. Neither of them told me.
Until your uncle has a child."
Salang smiled: "If I were my uncle or my master, I would do the same thing."
Master Qian hit Salang on the head again.
Sarang laughed enough and let out a long breath.
He said: "Master, is my master's real name?"
Mr. Qian nodded: "Yes, that's his real name."
Salang looked up at the sky.
"Yan Beisheng."
He said: "My master's name is really nice... It's a pity that he doesn't know that he has such a smart, well-behaved, studious, and handsome successor like me."