160 The dejected golden gongs (1)
The shock wave turned into a violent tide and spread in ripples, raising dust and gravel. The houses in the distance were destroyed, and many lives were silently annihilated.
With a muffled groan, the four golden gongs each took different defensive measures. They borrowed the force of the explosion and drifted far away, not daring to be in the center of the explosion.
When everything calmed down and the black-robed manâs figure was long gone, the four golden gongs heaved a sigh of relief, but they couldnât help but be filled with anger.
âWhatâs the background of this guy? Iâm referring to that arm. â The white-robed sorcerer suddenly appeared, his back facing the crowd.
âArm?â The sword-wielding golden gong asked.
âAccording to my observation, that arm is not his. I have never seen such a terrifying demonic Qi in my life.â The white-robed Warlock said.
Jiang Luzhong stared at the back of the white-robed sorcerer. âYang qianhuan, are your eyes on your back?â
The white-robed sorcerer by the name of yang qianhuan replied, ââBefore he left, I turned around and took a peek.â
ââŠ.â canât you turn around and talk nicely? â Jiang Luzhong said helplessly. you werenât like this in the past.
âAllow me to refuse, this yang does things as he pleases, he doesnât care about anyoneâs opinion.â After he finished, he explained, â
âIâve observed teacher Jian Zheng and Wei Yuan carefully. Didnât you notice that one of them always likes to stand in the observation Hall with his back facing you?The other always likes to sit on the eight trigrams stage with his back facing us.
and we will feel that both Wei Yuan and our teacher have the air of a master.
âŠ. The four golden gongs felt like vomiting something in their heads, but they couldnât.
Jiang Luzhong shook his head and returned to the main topic. from the looks of it, according to the information we have, that hand is the sealed artifact under the Sang Bo.
The sealed artifact under the Sang po ⊠Yang qianhuan furrowed his brows. He had just returned to the capital the day before yesterday, and today, he was representing the Directorate of Celestials to assist in the encirclement and suppression of a fanatic.
He did know that the temple of mountains and rivers in Yongzhen had been blown up a while ago, but he didnât pay much attention to it. As everyone knew, as long as a Warlock had an alchemy room and an Alchemy Lab, and delivered food on time, they could not go out for ten years.
âThat monk is most likely henghui.â The sword-wielding golden gong said.
Yang qianhuanâs head was filled with question marks as she listened to the conversation between the Golden gongs.
âIf we can capture him, weâll be able to find out where Princess Ping Yang is,â Jiang Lu Zhong said.
Princess Ping Yang? The princess Ping Yang who had disappeared more than a year ago? Yang qianhuan remembered that when this Princess had gone missing, almost all the Directorate of Celestials had been mobilized, causing a huge commotion.
Hearing this, he couldnât help but turn around and ask, â
âItâs only been a few days since the Sang Bo case happened, and you night watchmen have already investigated the case so clearly? Wait ⊠Why didnât I hear the junior brothers from the Directorate of Celestials mention it? donât tell me you didnât ask them to assist in the case. You night watchmen arenât that good at handling cases.â
This high-ranked Warlock was completely confused.
Logically speaking, it was impossible for the SI Tian Jianâs Warlock to not tell him about such a major case. After all, the SI Tian Jian often assisted the Imperial court in handling cases, and it was common for them to exchange information internally.
However, yang qianhuan had never heard of Heng Hui or Princess Ping Yang.
âOur night watchman didnât even use a Gong. The case was handled by an ordinary Gong,â Yang Yan said, which was rare.
What does this have to do with you? you sound so smug ⊠Yang qianhuan didnât turn around. âA Gong? Tell me about it. â
âYou should know this Tong Luo. Mm, because heâs very famous in the Directorate of Celestials.â Jiang Luzhong recalled the rumors about Xu Qi âan. He knew that Xu Qiâ an had once given a lecture to the white-robed sorcerer at the Directorate of Celestials. his name is Xu Qi âan.
âXu Qi âan?â Yang qianhuan raised her voice.
He had heard of Xu Qi âan as soon as he returned to the Directorate of Celestials. He was giving lectures to his junior brothers. He loved to show off ⊠He was a formidable opponent.
She didnât expect him to be the one who handled the Sang Bo case. It seemed like he did a good job and was in the limelight ⊠He was a formidable opponent.
âWhere did that arm come from?â Nangong qianrou said with hatred.
I donât know, but its owner is definitely above the second stage. I donât know much about the martial arts system ⊠Ha, of course, I donât care to understand.â Yang qianhuanâs tone was profound, like an invincible and lonely swordsman.
This person had been away from the capital for several months, and his condition had become more and more serious ⊠The Golden gongs thought.
âŠâŠ
After yesterdayâs exhaustion, Xu Qi âan, who had minor injuries, overslept. When he got up, it was already dawn.
It was definitely past seven in the morning. Since he was late, he was not in a hurry. He slowly got dressed and washed up, then climbed over the wall to the main house for breakfast.
From far away, he could hear the cries of a gluttonous child. The cries were full of energy, like the roars of a Hungry Dragon.
When she entered the front hall, her second uncle had already gone to work, and her aunt, who had woken up late, was having breakfast with lingyue. Xu lingyingâs hands were placed on both sides of her back, and her body was leaning forward, sending out a sound wave attack at her mother.
The beautiful but dignified aunt furrowed her brows and ate silently.
Lu er comforted the little boy.
âWhatâs going on?â Xu Qi âan came in with a smile.
Xu lingyueâs eyes lit up. She turned around and said excitedly, ââBig brother is taking a rest today?â
âI overslept âŠâ Xu Qi âan said guiltily.
big brother, big brother, â Xu lingying ran over with her short legs. She grabbed Xu Qi âanâs clothes with one hand and pointed at her mother and sister with the other. they snatched my chicken leg. They even snatched a childâs chicken leg ⊠???âŠ.â
So excessive? Xu Qi âan looked at his aunt and sister.
The aunt snorted and was too lazy to explain.
Xu lingyue said helplessly,âlast night, Ling Ying had a chicken leg left over. She didnât want to eat it and brought it back to her room.â When she woke up this morning, she found that the chicken leg was missing. She thought that mother and I had stolen the chicken leg.â
That should have happened after I left last night. Otherwise, Xu lingying would be the one pulling her motherâs sleeve and accusing me of stealing her chicken leg ⊠Xu Qi âan touched the little boyâs head.
âBig brother is the best at solving cases. Big brother will make the decision for you.â
The little boy was very happy when he heard this. He felt that his big brother was the best, except that he liked to snatch his food. He held onto his big brotherâs clothes tightly and stared at his mother and sister with the same hatred.
Xu lingyue met her brotherâs eyes and said, I asked the maidservant who took care of her. The maidservant said that Ling Ying got up in the middle of the night and ate it, but she didnât believe it at all.
âHave you eaten yet?â Xu Qi âan lowered his head and asked.
âI didnât,â Xu linging said loudly.
Xu lingyue said, â the servant girl said that she ate with her eyes closed. We found a chicken leg bone at her bedside. She ate it very cleanly. Itâs how she ate it.
âBig brother, I will definitely eat it. Iâm lying.â Xu lingying couldnât accept the fact that she had eaten the chicken leg that she couldnât bear to eat.
âBig brother already knows who ate it.â
âWho is it?â
âYou ate it with your mouth, but your brain doesnât know ⊠âItâs a ghost,â Xu Qi âan said.
âA dead ghost?â Xu linging was so shocked that his pronunciation was off.
âDonât scare the child.â The aunt said unhappily, then said to the young girl, if you sprinkle salt on the ghost and fry it in oil, itâll taste better than chicken legs.
When Xu Ling heard this, he was both afraid and yearning.
âŠ..
After breakfast, Xu Qi âan rode to the Yamen. Song tingfeng narrowed his eyes and said, ââNingyan, Lord Wei has just sent someone to invite you to the noble spirit Pavilion.â
âYou didnât say I was late, did you?â Xu Qi âan said.
âI said you were scuttling around in the outhouse.â He said with squinted eyes.
ââŠ.âXu Qi âan nodded and turned to head to the noble spirit building.
After the guard informed him, he quickly went upstairs and was shocked by the scene in front of him.
In addition to Wei Yuan, there were four other Jin gongs in the tea room. They were all injured. Yang Yanâs arm was hung up with gauze, as if he had a fracture.
Jiang Luzhongâs forehead was tightly bandaged. He only wore one boot on his foot, and the other was wrapped in thick gauze.
Nangong qianrou looked normal on the outside, but her face was as pale as a paper doll.
The other Jin Luo, whom he didnât know, had his head wrapped in thick gauze. It looked like he had been hit in the head during a street fight.
This scene was both absurd and comical. A dignified high-ranked martial artist was like a group of rogues who had lost a group fight, somewhat dejected.
âPfft âŠâ Xu Qi âan turned her head and couldnât help but laugh.
âWhat are you laughing at?â The four golden gongs stared at him expressionlessly.
âIâm not laughing âŠâ Xu Qi âan refused to admit.
Wei Yuan beckoned Xu Qi âan over and pointed to the seat opposite him. âLast night, Heng Hui appeared. His target was the Minister of Warâs residence.â
Xu Qi âan put away his playful expression and turned serious. âJinluo, you âŠâ
Wei Yuan nodded. Heng Hui was the one who injured him. Last night, the Yamen set up a trap in the Minister of Warâs residence and the chief Assistantâs residence. Four Jin gongs and the supervisorâs third disciple, yang qianhuan, were unable to stop Heng Hui.
Xu Qi âan was both shocked and not shocked by this outcome. He had not expected five rank-4 experts to fight together. He was not shocked because he felt that the sealed artifact under sang Bo should be of this level.
âHave you seen clearly what his background is?â Xu Qi âan was asking about the sealed artifactâs original body.
âA broken hand.â Jiang Luzhong answered.
As expected ⊠It was indeed that strange hand. Xu Qi âan looked at Wei Yuan and said, ââDuke of Wei, what grade is this?â
If he had such strength with one hand, what realm was his master at?
âAt least second-grade.â Wei Yuan said.
At least second-grade, but there was a high probability that he was first-grade ⊠Otherwise, it would be impossible to seal and not kill ⊠whatâs the origin of that sealed artifact? â Xu Qi âan guessed. is it related to the demon race? â
âThis matter involves a great secret, but I donât know the details.â Wei Yuan refused to reveal anything.
A broken hand and a powerful cultivator had implicated the Directorate of Celestials, the imperial family, and the Buddhist League. It also involved the history of 500 years ago. As Xu Qi âan thought about it, he glanced at the Jinggong staff, trying to find some clues in their eyes.
The Golden gongs ignored the little Gongâs observation.
Heng Hui has a Qi-concealing magic artifact on him. We can be sure that he hasnât left the city yet. Iâve already reported the situation to His Majesty this morning. Wei Yuan said gently, â
âYou can continue with your investigation.â
Xu Qi âan understood the eunuchâs hint. where is the Minister of War? â he asked.
âIn the name of protection, he is under house arrest.â Wei Yuan took a sip of tea.
âIâll investigate it now.â Xu Qian understood.
âMinister Zhang is a Rank 2 official, be careful.â Itâs the rule that people above the fourth stage canât use aura observation, but you can still bring warlocks.â
âThis means that even though the Warlockâs accusation can not be used as evidence, it can be used as a reference âŠâ âYes,â Xu Qi âan cupped his fists.
He glanced at the dejected golden gongs, and with another âpfft,â he hurried out of the tea room before the Golden gongs got angry.
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