In a remote border town, Chenxing made some discoveries.
She bought a lot of information and was sorting it all out in a teahouse. The price of this information is high, and there are very few insiders in the world. This kind of news is occasionally mixed with some false information, and the little-known characteristics are used to defraud high-priced rewards. There is nothing that can be done about it, and buyers have no way to check it. They can only develop a pair of sharp eyes and a certain degree of luck.
Someone witnessed a pair of women carrying wakashi, which were suspected to be demon-sealing blades. There were witnesses in many places.
This is outrageous. How could such a thing happen? This was Chenxing's first reaction. Imitations of the Demon Sealing Blade have emerged one after another in recent years. As craftsmanship improves, fakes become more and more like the real thing. But these sighting locations are... far apart, and the two people described are very similar. The distance between these places is neither close nor far, exceeding the speed of ordinary people and consistent with the length of ordinary spiritual veins. It is not an ordinary person who can use spiritual veins, but what does this prove? Has it been proven that they have the ability to seize the real thing from the hands of Liu Dao Impermanence? But if it's a fake, what's their purpose of showing off like this?
Although she could not confirm its authenticity, based on this piece of information, she currently had no clue.
There is another piece of information: a young man is consulting jewelry craftsmen in many places on how to carve amber. Some people claimed to have seen genuine artifacts, while others believed that the young man was the magistrate of a certain place.
How can a mere county magistrate obtain a magical weapon? If Chenxing remembers correctly, that important piece of amber is also in the hands of a Six Path Impermanence. She didn't deliberately ask who it was. But these days, there are many people who dare to challenge the authority of Wu Chang... If all the Demon Sealing Blades are taken away, it is not impossible for the magic weapon to be lost. If these were true, the Lord of Naraku would probably punish them, or at least give them a chance to make amends. However, the ghost of impermanence comes and goes without a trace every day, and there is never a chance to find out what he wants to do. But...who would covet a magic weapon? Wasn't it true that the Yin family who collected magic weapons last time had been slaughtered by Lord Shenwu and his men? It seems that she also met Kanna-kun, and he seemed to be investigating the puppet's affairs.
The puppet thing is more hidden than the previous plague thing, but it is taken more seriously by Yama Demon...
The last piece of information: Many people have seen a beautiful woman with a golden face, claiming that her identity is Liudao Impermanence.
This is not impossible. The Six Paths of Impermanence are a group of strange people with great supernatural powers. But in Chenxing's eyes, these people just live a long time. Logically speaking, she might be able to mess around, but she would never like to do such a thing. She was tired of seeing this world and felt that she had no interest in changing anything. Whether the world was good or bad had nothing to do with her. Just hanging around for a day is a day, and there is no real benefit in doing good deeds and accumulating virtue. She had a pretty good idea about this news. Didn't Ying Yuejun, who helped Yin Quan, borrow such a body? She claimed that she got it from Satsuki-kun, which was not impossible. Technology like this is indeed research that the Shadow Shadow Pavilion can do. But Chenxing's mission is not to investigate the origin of the puppets, but who used them and for what purpose. Her boss knew exactly where the doll was from. Chenxing felt that it was necessary to see Yingyue Jun again, maybe she would have some clues. It's just that she hasn't seen Ye Yinyu for a long time.
Ye Yinhua went to the pharmacy next door. She followed a list and went to grab some medicine to restore her voice. She once told her with a pen and paper that the list was written by Master Lintian. Chenxing didn't doubt the authenticity of her words, but the effect of those medicines. Even now, she shows no signs of improvement, not even the slightest sound of babbling like a baby. If he hadn't completely lost the ability to speak, Chen Xing suspected that Yin Quan might have suffered from... a mental illness.
Yin Huan's explanation was very sloppy. He only said that it was like this because he hadn't spoken for too long. But Chenxing knew that for her, her voice was her weapon, but she did not have the ability to control this weapon. She is afraid, and she is afraid of herself.
Forget it, she is not a doctor...and she should not pay too much attention to an individual.
Ye Yinhua didn't know about her. Regarding herself, because of her ability, she never revealed too much to Chenxing; Chenxing was not a talkative person, and he would not take the initiative to tell her her feelings and thoughts. They just kept a subtle distance along the way, a distance that neither of them felt was too embarrassing.
"Huh?" It was a girl's voice, "Sister Ye?"
Yin Huan was shocked. She was probably far enough away from her hometown, so why would anyone recognize her in a place like this? She couldn't help but think to herself, it would be great if they were acquaintances, she could ask them to take her home. However, this is just a child, so it may not be of much help. Besides...even if you go home, what happens next? Regardless of the fact that she didn't solve any problems when she went out, the Six Paths of Impermanence couldn't help her, and she completely lost her voice. Maybe this is good news for the family, but how uncomfortable it must be for her... Besides, if she is really speechless, will the family feel free to let her move freely? If one day she hurt someone again like before, she would never have the face to face any of her relatives named Ye.
She came back to her senses and realized a problem: she had never seen this child before.
The girl held a bunch of candied haws in her hand and pointed it directly at herself. She was holding an adult woman in her other hand, wearing maroon clothes and wearing light armor in many places. Many Jianghu people wear this outfit, which looks refreshing and safe. The woman was also buying medicine. She turned around and saw Yin Huan, also showing a surprised expression.
"Ah, it's you!" She greeted, "It's been so long! How have you been lately? We saw each other last time, but we haven't seen each other for some time. Let me tell you, we two have been... recently... "
Yin Huan was a little confused. She didn't dare to approach rashly, not to mention she couldn't speak. She tried to make gestures to figure out the identity of the other person, but she just kept talking to herself and said something she didn't understand. It seemed that the mother and daughter had confused themselves with someone. Could it be that... it's Ling Quan? But she had been deceived by many people along the way, and now she couldn't believe anyone easily. She needed more evidence. How to talk to them? Alas, I dare not tell the truth completely. There have been people who kidnapped and trafficked women before, relying on the identities of women and children to gain trust...
"Now that you have bought the medicine, why haven't you left yet?"
Turning around, Chenxing walked into the pharmacy with a white curtain. She took the medicine bag in her hand and returned to the door, motioning for her to follow quickly. Yin Huan looked at the mother and daughter awkwardly, and the mother and daughter were also a little at a loss.
"Hey, you must have admitted the wrong person..." the woman muttered, "That shouldn't be the case."
Mistaken identity is a common excuse that people make when they are exposed. It's hard for Yin Huan to trust strangers, but this mother and daughter really don't look like bad people. They do have the sophisticated aura of Jianghu people. Looking at the calluses on her hands, you can tell that she is a martial arts practitioner. It was difficult for Yin Huan to make a judgment. She wanted to explain clearly to Chen Xing, but she was always in a hurry and had already gone far away. Yin Huan had no choice but to catch up and give the mother and daughter a final, hesitant look.
"This girl... really looks like her."
Shen Wenzheng held his daughter in one hand and the crutch in the other and walked out of the pharmacy. The girl ran very fast and merged into the crowd in a blink of an eye. She must have been looking for the woman wearing the curtain. As Shen Wenzheng walked, he muttered to himself:
"Not seeing the people around her."
"I haven't seen that sister in the white hat either." Yiyi whispered.
"Yeah, even Yiyi doesn't remember it." Shen Wenzheng nodded, "Maybe I just thought they were very similar. However, even the clothes are similar... I always feel that I have forgotten something. Forget it, let's hurry up Let's hurry up. If the report is delayed any longer, those old men will be angry."
"The bad old man has a bad temper!" Yiyi waved the candied haws, "The old woman is also very mean."
"This is what people do when they get older."
"Can mother do it too?"
"Mom won't get old!" Shen Wenzheng said with a smile, "Okay, mom will carry you and walk faster. On your shoulders... don't stick candy on your head like last time!"
"No, not anymore!"
The mother and daughter were walking on the road talking and laughing, going in the opposite direction to Yin Huan and the others. Facing the setting sun, the shadow of Shen Wenzheng carrying his daughter was stretched very long. The street vendors were almost sold out and they were packing up their stalls one after another. Shen Wenzheng walked quickly, his eyes quickly scanning the stalls to see if there were any toys that were useful or for his daughter to play with.
"Mom! Sister Ye!"
Yiyi, who was sitting on her shoulder, suddenly shouted.
"Where did Sister Ye come from?" Shen Wenzheng raised his head, "Don't misjudge the person again."
"It's really Sister Ye!"
The setting sun had not yet completely set, so she squinted her eyes facing the sun. As my daughter said, there was a woman who was very similar to the woman I had seen before. Judging from the clothes, she was probably the same person. Compared with Ye Lingquan in Shen Wenzheng's impression, they were all equally thin and pale, as if they had gone through a very bad life.
While she was deep in thought, the woman discovered her.
"Shen, Mrs. Shen!"
The woman shouted loudly, startling the people around her. Even so, Shen Wenzheng could hear the weakness in her words. She probably hasn't eaten or had a good rest for a long time, right?
"Girl! Come here quickly!" Shen Wenzheng hurried forward and reached out to help her, "Aren't you... heading east?"
"East, east... I come from the west..." Her voice was weak.
"What's wrong with your throat?" Shen Wenzheng quickly took out a water bag for her and said with concern, "When I saw you in the afternoon, you didn't say a word. I don't know what happened. And you left in a hurry without speaking clearly... Where are your friends?"
Ye Lingyu was stunned in place.
"I haven't seen you this afternoon?"
"Really?" Shen Wenzheng said doubtfully, "What's going on? I walk very fast. Logically speaking, you can't keep up."
Although Ling Huan felt extremely tired and empty but still had thousands of words to say, she was completely stunned at this moment. She opened her eyes wide and stared at Mrs. Shen's face, as if to confirm whether this moment was real.
"I, I...well, where have you seen 'me'?!"
"It's at the pharmacy to the east. Hey, wait, could it be..."
"Oh, mother, isn't that just-"
Shen Wenzheng's memories are coming out, but her daughter does remember something. Before the mother and daughter could understand what they were saying, the stumbling Ling Huan suddenly found strength from nowhere and suddenly passed over them like a patient recovering from a flashback, rushing behind them, so anxious that he even forgot to say goodbye.
