When Su Mubai led a group of people back to Wolong Villa, they realized that the matter was much more serious than they imagined.
The Taoist Association members who escaped from the hands of the bronze masked man did not expect that the Taoist bosses and the leaders of the demon clan would disappear overnight.
The headquarters of the administration has also taken over the matter in a hurry.
At the Song family's camp outside the imperial mausoleum, the greedy young master Zi Xing said to Su Mubai that they would meet later... Su Mubai did not expect that the meeting would be so quick.
In the afternoon of the same day, the group headed by Zixing, after having failed at Kunpeng Villa, received a communication from the administration and rushed to Wolong Villa.
In the conference room, a man who looked very young, no more than twenty-five or six years old, was introducing himself to the Taoist demons, headed by Su Mubai and Zixing, without any expression.
"I am Yan Xiaoxi, the section chief of the special affairs handling section of the Administration Bureau. I am responsible for handling the 'Taishan Case' with full authority this time. I hope you can cooperate with my work."
All the demons in the conference room frowned and looked at the young man who was talking - because, in their opinion, Yan Xiaoxi was really young... But this young man was already in a high position, and he was a god.
The light is restrained, and there is a special kind of power fluctuation in the body.
The Management Bureau is a very special department, and it is not a place where state officials arrange for their juniors to gain seniority - in the Management Bureau, if you do not have certain abilities, you may not be able to manage your group of people from different sects and factions well.
As well as the guys sent by various monster clans to serve.
"Everyone look at the screen."
Yan Xiaoxi had someone turn on the projector, and groups of photos slowly flashed across the screen.
Yan Xiaoxi looked at everyone seriously and said: "This was taken in the valley. We call it the Jade Dragon Pillar... If you have any doubts about the Jade Dragon Pillar, please take a look at the documents you have on hand. I won't say more.
Already."
The sound of turning documents was heard.
Yan Xiaoxi's voice drowned out the strange noise below, "Based on the information provided by everyone here and the intelligence we have on hand, we have reached a conclusion on page 17 of the document... This time the 'Taishan case' is suspected
It was the work of the seventy-first generation of Tianxin who has disappeared, and his purpose is probably to recreate the tragedy of the Penglai Conference forty years ago... I believe that many of you here have experienced that.
This is a tragic incident. So in order to prevent tragedy from happening again, we must stop the conspiracy of Tianxin Seventy-One Generation..."
The conference room was very quiet, and Yan Xiaoxi began to give a detailed report on the Taishan incident to everyone present.
Time passed little by little.
"...Based on the above, there are two main things we need to do urgently." Yan Xiaoxi put down the laser pointer on his hand and looked around everyone present, "First, and most importantly, we must find out
The seventy-first generation of Tianxin. Second, find out the elites of the Taoist and Demonic Associations who mysteriously disappeared at the site of the first Jade Dragon Pillar."
At this time, Yan Xiaoxi paused, "Here, the administration can give you a warning to join the temporary processing team. Before the meeting, I had a simple contact with Taoist Su Mubai and Young Master Zixing, and reached a consensus.
There will be Taoist Master Sumubai and Young Master Zixing serving as temporary deputy leaders of the group..."
"Aren't there a lot of people in the Management Bureau? Why are you summoning us? You usually monitor us like your grandchildren... Why, now that it's no longer possible, you want us to help?"
At the back of the conference room, an uncoordinated voice suddenly interrupted Yan Xiaoxi's speech - the people present looked and saw that it was a horse-faced man sitting in the monster seating area.
Yan Xiaoxi's eyes also fell on this horse-faced man's monster, and he said seriously: "It is the New Year period, and several state-level leaders are on state visits. We need to mobilize enough manpower to ensure that several important leaders are on state visits."
The safety of the members. In addition, four captains of the Administration and more than a hundred team members were also missing in this incident. We currently do not have enough manpower, so we need to gather everyone."
Yan Xiaoxi looked around again, "But! I must emphasize that this call does not involve soliciting opinions, but is based on the content of the 'agreement'. When a major disaster occurs in the country, both Taoist and demonic parties need to put down their
For all conflicts, obey the dispatch. If reactionaries appear during the dispatch process, the relevant punishments in the 'agreement' can be implemented depending on the seriousness of the situation..."
"Hahaha!!" The horse-faced man couldn't help but laugh, interrupting Yan Xiaoxi's words again, "It's ridiculous! It's been so many years since the 'agreement', but some fools still take it seriously.
!Yan Xiaoxi, right? I, Jun Bo Wentian, put the words here. If you want me to obey the orders of a yellow-haired kid like you, there is no way! I don’t care what Tianxin Seventy-one wants to do, but he dares to plot.
I, I will settle this account with him personally. A certain family will not participate in this lousy meeting! If you want to stay here and listen to nonsense, just stay!"
With that said, Junbo Wentian flicked his sleeves and walked directly out of the conference room.
Yan Xiaoxi watched Jun Bo Wentian leave expressionlessly at this time. It wasn't until he walked out of the conference room completely that he looked around and said calmly: "Apart from him, who else is not willing to stay?
"
"I am still used to being unruly... I apologize." A Taoist stood up and left.
Immediately afterwards, two more figures stood up, shook their heads, and walked out of the conference room. After that, human beings and monsters also stood up and left in twos and threes.
Soon, nearly one-third of the people in the conference room were gone.
Yan Xiaoxi waited for a moment, and when he saw that no one was leaving, he said: "Now let's talk about specific matters related to personnel allocation."
With that said, Yan Xiaoxi sat down, as if nothing was wrong, as if the Tao demons who left the scene did not exist.
After Yan Xiaoxi sat down, a man behind him came forward and said, "Everyone, let me explain to you the next personnel allocation..."
…
In a quiet courtyard somewhere in Wolong Villa.
The blind Mr. Qingxiazi was quietly watching the meeting through the screen with the man in Tang Dynasty costume who came from afar.
A group of Taoist demons who had disappeared long ago escaped from the clutches of Tianxin's Seventy-first Generation and returned safely. This was good news for Mr. Blind - after all, he was from the same sect as Tianxin's Seventy-first Generation, even though he was later killed.
He was expelled from the school, but his feelings for Buyi Dao are deep.
Mr. Blind has made a big mistake once before...that time it ended with the fate of his master, Tian Xin, who was seventy years old. This matter has been buried in Mr. Blind's heart for forty years. Now, Tian Xin is seventy.
A generation's conspiracy has once again put the world of China, Taoism and demons into crisis, and has once again made the common people the center of the storm. How can he feel at ease?
"Yan Xiaoxi?" Mr. Blind tilted his head slightly at this time and answered the voice on the screen more seriously, "Who is he to you?"
"Apprentice." The man in Tang suit smiled slightly, "I picked it up, raised it for a few years, and then threw it away."
Mr. Blind nodded and did not ask any more questions... However, he frowned at this time and asked, "Is this what your senior management meant?"
"Old blind man, I don't quite understand what you are talking about." The man in Tang suit said calmly.
"Why not directly explain that the purpose of the seventy-first generation of Tianxin is to revive spiritual energy?" Mr. Blind faced the other party, "but deliberately used the tragedy forty years ago as an entry point?"
The man in Tang suit said: "Old blind man, I don't ask about the way the administration handles things. However, there are many factors that cause instability in the Taoist and demonic worlds. If spiritual energy can be revived, I wonder if there will be more radical guys... This point
, you should know it in your heart, right? Xiaoxi deliberately mentioned what happened forty years ago, which may make you uncomfortable, but I don’t think there is anything wrong... Blind man, if you can’t let it go, that’s all you have in this life.
Already."
Mr. Blind exhaled softly, looked at the sycamore tree outside the window, and stopped talking.
At this time, a servant from Wolong Villa opened the door and brought some hot water, and brought an unsigned letter saying that it was left outside the door of the other courtyard. The servant only discovered it when delivering the water, and
I didn't see who sent this letter.
This is the envelope designated for Mr. Blind.
After calling the servant away, the blind man and the man in Tang suit looked at the envelope on the coffee table at the same time. After a while, the man in Tang suit said: "Blind man, the situation is a bit delicate right now... Let's just follow the rules."
Mr. Blind nodded.
The man in Tang suit opened the envelope directly. After opening it, he took out the contents of the envelope. After taking a look, he frowned.
Mr. Blind frowned at this time. He could hear the man in Tang suit's breathing suddenly deepening, "What does this letter say?"
"Nothing was said." The man in Tang suit said slowly at this time: "There is nothing written on this letter, it is just a piece of blank paper."
"Blank paper?" Mr. Blind was stunned, then took the white paper from the man in Tang suit, held it in his hand, and rubbed it carefully.
"Have you seen any secrets?" The man in Tang suit couldn't help but asked doubtfully.
Mr. Blind was silent for a while, then shook his head and said, "I can't figure it out right now."
The man in Tang suit took the piece of white paper back from Mr. Blind's hand and put it into an envelope. Then he stood up and said, "It's interesting that this thing can escape your and my perception and put it outside the door. I'll give it to you."
Go get it checked and see how the guys patrolling outside do things... maybe someone from inside the villa released it."
Mr. Blind frowned and said, "Do you suspect there is a mole in the villa?"
The man in Tang suit said: "I don't doubt anything, I just feel strange... Tianxin seventy-one generations ago couldn't beat you. With his qualifications, even if you have stopped making progress for decades, he still can't beat you. No.
I said, your senior brother is really mediocre in qualifications. He will spend his whole life wandering outside the country. But this time he planned this matter and arrested so many people without knowing it. It's not like he was alone.
Things that can be accomplished. Plus, before I arrived, wasn’t there someone who sneak-attacked you?"
The blind gentleman remained silent.
The man in Tang suit said at this time: "You stay here and try not to show your face. The attitude of the administration towards you is completely different from the attitude of the Taoist demons outside."
"I understand." Mr. Blind nodded helplessly.
Shortly after the man in Tang suit left, Mr. Blind sighed slowly... He put aside those unnecessary thoughts and thought about the wordless letter.
"A blank piece of paper..." Mr. Blind frowned, "No creation, endless... change... plasticity? Who could it be?"
But at this moment, a ringtone rang in the quiet room, and Mr. Blind was startled... He bought this phone for convenience after returning to China, and only a few people knew about it.
"Hey! Are you blind? I'm Song Da!"
…
…
Earlier.
"Master, the young master is back!"
In the ancestral house of the Song family, the fifth uncle hurriedly came to Song Tianyou's side.
There were some accidents during the exploration of the imperial tomb this time, and the Li family later voluntarily withdrew. Father Song, who was in his ancestral home, did not know what happened next. Although he was not anxious, he was still a little restless.
appearance.
"Grandpa, let me help you!"
Seeing Song Tianyou standing up with crutches, Song Ying hurriedly stepped forward to support him, and they quickly walked to the front yard of the ancestral house. At this time, Song Haoran had just led others in.
There was a habitual smile on Young Master Song's face - seeing Song Haoran's appearance, Song Tianyou, who knew his son better than his father, knew that not only was Song Haoran fine in this business, but he might have encountered something good.
"Back." Song Tianyou came to Song Haoran and reached out to pat his shoulder.
The clothes kicked up a lot of dust because of this shot.
"It's okay...is this?"
At this time, Song Tianyou obviously noticed Song Da and Song Er who were walking in behind Song Haoran. Not only that, there was also a woman in ancient clothes being carried by bodyguards on a stretcher.
"Let's talk after we go in." Song Haoran smiled slightly, "This may be the most thrilling adventure story I have told so far."
Song Ying couldn't help but roll her eyes at this moment and muttered: "I know Xiu... one day I won't fall into a fight and I'll kill you!"
Despite this, Song Ying's tense expression relaxed a lot, and Song Haoran smiled and pinched Song Ying's nose, which made Song Ying's hair explode on the spot.
"Stop making trouble, let's go in first, it's cold." Song Tianyou shook his head, shouted to stop the two fighting, and then walked into the ancestral house with the support of his fifth uncle.
Song Ying suddenly looked out the door, seemingly looking for something.
Song Haoran asked curiously: "What are you looking at?"
Song Ying subconsciously said: "Where is Luo Qiu? Why didn't he come back?"
"Luo Qiu?" Song Haoran was startled, looking out the door in confusion, and after a while he said: "Didn't he go back to his stepmother after getting off the plane? He said he would contact us after a while, have you forgotten?
"
"That's not right..." Song Ying frowned, "Is that so... It seems like this happened. When did it happen..."
I can't remember some of it, it seems that I have, it seems that I haven't, but as soon as Song Haoran mentioned it, I had such a hazy impression in my mind.
"Are you stupid?" Young Master Song couldn't help but smile at this time and said: "Oh, there is a saying in China that is quite good. What is it called... When I think about it, I feel lovesick."
“Song Haoran—go to hell!!”
Therefore, the eldest son of the Song family who was not injured at all in the imperial mausoleum was stomped hard by Miss Song Ying, who was so painful that he screamed for help.
