Ling Yun and Yuan Ping reluctantly said "Thank you Lord for your kindness" and walked out as the crowd dispersed.
The tremendous pressure made the two of them almost breathless.
Yuan Ping said bitterly: "Damn Dong Wu!"
Hate is hate, but no matter how much you hate now, it will not help; although Dong Wu was almost drowned by the saliva of everyone in the Lu family.
What could Dong Wu say at this time, he could only knock out his teeth and swallow it in his belly, silently enduring everyone's contempt and condemnation.
Later, it was Xu Zhi and Ling Yun who suppressed everyone's anger.
Xu Zhi said: "Now is not the time to complain. Let's just talk about how to deal with the matter at hand and rescue Mr. Lu!"
Yuan Ping said: "Now that my soul has flown far away, it would be even harder to find him than to reach the sky!"
Xu Zhi said: "It would be easier if we could prove that Yuan Zhen and others are not members of the Tianxiao organization."
Yuan Ping said: "Where is the evidence? Everyone involved in the assassination was dead at the time, unless Jiang Chun can retract his confession."
Ling Yun said: "That's nonsense. Jiang Chun and He Yu Ting Ding Jinzhi are from the same group. Can he retract his confession?"
Just listen to a delicate voice outside the door: He will! "
I saw Lu Qiuyue walking in gracefully. Her eyes were a little red due to excessive anxiety.
She ignored everyone's surprised looks and said: "I heard what you just said. I don't believe Jiang Chun is the kind of person who is stubborn. As long as he is moved with emotion and reason, I think he will tell the truth. The truth!”
Xu Zhidao: "Miss, what you mean——"
Lu Qiuyue said: "Now for my father, I don't care so much anymore; I want to see him, persuade him to change his mind and clarify everything!" Afterwards, her voice trembled a little.
Yes, it takes courage.
She had the courage to prove that she had an acquaintance with that man, the courage to face the criticism of others, and the courage to show up and meet him.
Everyone was silent, because everyone knew that this would be unbecoming behavior.
Lu Qiuyue was anxious: "You should talk!"
Xu Zhi glanced at Ling Yun. The two of them almost understood each other, and after pondering for a moment, they finally nodded in agreement.
The matter was thus decided. The next step is to discuss how to arrange a meeting with Jiang Chun.
The atmosphere in Ding's mansion is completely different from the gloomy atmosphere in Lu's mansion. It is immersed in a joyful atmosphere.
On the one hand, it is to celebrate Lu Wenzheng being imprisoned and defeating a big enemy; on the other hand, it is to congratulate Ding Jiwu for surviving the catastrophe, recovering from his injuries, and returning to Zhongmou.
Outside the house there were lanterns and colorful decorations, and there was an endless stream of people coming and going; inside the house there was a big banquet, and there was laughter and laughter.
Ding Jiwu's face was full of spring breeze and he was in high spirits. Together with his brother Ding Jiying, they shuttled among the guests, frequently toasting to everyone and greeting them with smiles.
Almost everyone in the hall had a happy smile on their face, except for one person.
He sat alone in an inconspicuous corner, depressed, pouring himself a drink, passing the lonely and unbearable time in boredom.
This person is Jiang Chun.
His sworn brother Luo Zhenyi and second brother Xiao Yongnian were busy entertaining guests and did not notice him.
In the huge hall, only one person was paying attention to him. He walked up to him quietly and said softly: "Third brother."
Jiang Chun raised his head and saw Ouyang Zhen's smiling face and eyes full of concern. He couldn't help but feel warm in his heart, "Second sister-in-law."
Ouyang Zhen said: "What, are you worried?"
Jiang Chun just bowed his head and drank without saying a word.
Ouyang Zhen sat down next to him, filled three glasses of wine herself, and said, "Here, let the second sister-in-law drink with you." She didn't let him, so she poured three glasses of wine herself.
Seeing that she seemed to be drinking to drown her sorrows, Jiang Chun said, "Second sister-in-law, what, are you worried too?"
Ouyang Zhen smiled bitterly and said, "What do you think?"
Jiang Chun sighed softly and said numbly: "In this huge Ding Mansion, there may be only one person who can confidant with me; but, why..."
Ouyang Zhen said: "Destiny really plays tricks on people. Why weren't you the first person I met?"
This sentence was too explicit, which made Jiang Chun feel a little panicked.
At this time, he noticed that his second brother Xiao Yongnian seemed to be paying attention here. He felt that he was too disrespectful if he continued like this, so he got up and left the hall in the name of changing clothes.
The moon is white outside and the wind is clear and cool.
The banquet didn't break up until about three o'clock in the morning. Jiang Chun returned to his residence depressedly, leaned forward, and fell on the bed tiredly. He felt that he was too tired.
At this time, he suddenly felt something strange. He stood up quickly and lit the lamp.
It turned out that there was a piece of white silk nailed with a sleeve arrow on the wooden board at the head of the bed, with writings all over it.
Who sent it? He hurriedly rushed out of the house, only to see the clear blue sky and empty surroundings. There were no human figures anywhere?
He sighed softly, returned to the room, took off the calligraphy book, and read the letter with the flickering candlelight: "Jiang Chun, after seeing the calligraphy, I will write about it in the Sifang Pavilion outside the city at the end of tomorrow. Lu Qiuyue."
Lu Qiuyue? Jiang Chun's heart suddenly jumped. Seeing things and thinking about people, looking at this beautiful handwriting, I can't help but think of the past...
When he first saw the letter, he couldn't help but feel pleasantly surprised; but after thinking about it for a while, his heart sank again.
Why did Lu Qiuyue suddenly send a calligraphy book? And in this way again. After analyzing the situation in front of him, it was not difficult for him to guess why Lu Qiuyue made such a mysterious appointment with him.
At this time, the old worries are really not gone, and new worries are tormenting him again.
He thought about it again and again, feeling confused and confused. Then he simply broke the arrow in his sleeve into two pieces and threw it to the ground.
Ling Yun sent the calligraphy book and left Ding's house. Now he felt someone was following him.
What surprised him was that the other party's skills were so unpredictable - even he didn't know when he was followed by this person.
From this alone, he knew that this person's martial arts skills were not inferior to his own. He gradually slowed down.
Relying on his familiarity with the road topography of the capital, he turned into the winding alley and walked forward like walking in a maze.
Sure enough, the man lost his way for a moment. When he hesitated for a moment, Ling Yun had already fallen from the sky and blocked him in front.
Ling Yun saw that the other party had a strong figure and a face covered in black clothes. He couldn't help but sneer: "Your Excellency, you have been following me all the way. What do you want?"
The man in black sneered: "Commander Ling sneaked into a private house in the middle of the night, does that mean he is aboveboard?"
"You can say whatever you want. Now I just want to know, who are you?"
"You thought I was going to tell you?"
"Of course." Before Ling Yun could finish his words, he suddenly struck out like lightning and his long sword like a rainbow, heading straight for the opponent's front door.
The man in black hurriedly reached out his hand, and with an angry sword, he met the sharp sword edge of Ling Yun just in time.
The two swords are connected, and the two powerful skills flow through the sword body and condense on the sword tip, like a stream of autumn water, with gold stars splashing everywhere, making people feel desolate, chilling to the bones, and trembling with fear.
The ferocious momentum actually caused the fallen leaves on the trees to become colorful and the birds to chirp wildly.
At this time, the two of them also realized how powerful the opponent was, and they took four or five steps back at the same time, barely stopping their bodies.
The man in black said: "Commander Ling really deserves his reputation!"
Ling Yun also praised: "Your Excellency is really unparalleled in martial arts, I admire you!"
He suddenly paused. It turned out that he discovered that maybe it was because the wind was too fierce when the two were confronting each other, or the black scarf on the other person's face was not fastened tightly at the beginning, and God's will made it fall off automatically!
The man in black also felt something was wrong and hurriedly tried to cover it up, but it was too late.
Ling Yun had already seen his face: it turned out that this man was He Chenglin, the eldest son of He Mansion!
This discovery was so unexpected. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Ling Yun would never have dared to imagine that the accomplished martial arts master in front of him could actually be the spoiled and spoiled eldest son of the He family who was rumored to be powerless.
From this, he thought: I heard that the eldest son of He Mansion was a middle-aged man who recognized his ancestors and returned to his clan. Doesn't this make people even more suspicious of his miserable life experience?
Seeing Ling Yun's confused face, He Chenglin said coldly: "Ling Yun, you are very strange, aren't you?"
Ling Yun smiled faintly and said teasingly: "Yeah, today's things are really interesting! I think I should go to your residence to congratulate your father some other day: to have this son of Jackie Chan, they are really blessed after several generations of cultivation. ah!"
He Chenglin hated him very much and said coldly: "I think you should bring a few more people with you. To use a saying from your government: there is no point in accepting a one-sided statement."
After saying that, he gave a long laugh and turned around.
He Chenglin flashed his murderous eyes as he walked, repeating the name "Ling Yun" over and over in his heart. No one can guess what he is thinking at this time. …
Ling Yun was also thinking over and over again about what had just happened. Today's events made him look at this pampered eldest son of the He family with new eyes.
Looking up at the sky, he saw that the moon had passed its zenith and it was already midnight. He hurried towards the mansion.
Suddenly he felt a ringing in his ears and a tightness in his chest. He knew: This must be an internal injury suffered during the sword duel with He Chenglin just now, but fortunately the injury was not serious.
When he walked back to Baiyunxuan, his residence in the mansion, he was exhausted. At this time, he suddenly thought: I wonder if He Chenglin will be like me?
He weakly pushed the door open, and with trembling hands, the door clicked.
There was still light on in the room, and his mother, Mrs. Ruan, was sitting on his bed, which made him a little surprised: "Mom, why aren't you asleep yet?..."
Mrs. Ruan said: "How can I sleep if you don't come back so late? Zhichao, you... what's wrong with you, your face is so ugly?" As she said that, she stood up and helped him.
Ling Yun sat up on the bed and said, "It's nothing. I just met an enemy when I was walking back and beat him twice."
Seeing that Ling Yun's injury seemed serious, Mrs. Ruan asked uneasily: "Who... actually hurt you like this?"
Ling Yun said: "He Chenglin."
Mrs. Ruan felt her head hit the ground and she almost fell down. Because she knew very well who He Chenglin was.
She remembered that Ge told her very clearly how Li Ruiyun pretended to be He Chenglin to recognize his ancestor and return to his clan. In other words, the current eldest son of the He family is Li Ruiyun, the leader of the Tianxiao organization.
And what's even more ridiculous is that the real eldest son of the He family is actually his son Ling Yun standing in front of him!
Thinking of the true and false, the eldest son of the He family unexpectedly met tonight but missed it, and Ling Yun himself had no idea about it - could it be God's will? Thinking about it, she just felt upset.
Although she hated herself for being selfish and hiding the truth, she would rather continue to hide it like this.
She really didn't have the courage to tell Ling Yun the truth and admit that he was not her son.
At the same time, she also had an excuse to defend her condemned conscience: telling Ling Yun the truth would be a fatal blow to him and he would not be able to bear it. She also did this so that Ling Yun would not be harmed.
Ling Yun saw his mother's worried look and asked, "Mom, what's wrong with you?"
Mrs. Ruan covered it up and said: "Ah, it's nothing. I really know people but not their hearts. How could He Chenglin, who usually looks at Wenwen as weak and weak, have such ability? It's really unexpected!"
She yawned and said, "Zhichao, it's getting late. You should rest first. Let's talk about anything tomorrow."
After saying that, he stood up and left his son's room restlessly.
Maybe the light was too dark, or something else, but Ling Yun didn't notice his mother's gaffe.
He was only moved by his mother's thoughtfulness and care for him. What a pity for the hearts of parents in the world!
Then, he put aside all trivial matters and just thought about how to deal with tomorrow's appointment at Sifangting.
At midnight the next day, Jiang Chun came to Sifang Pavilion as promised.
The wind is like a knife, the fallen trees rustle all around, and the tigers roar and the apes cry.
There is a person standing alone in the empty wilderness. From the back, he looks tall and strong; when he looks back, he has a tough and stern face, that of Ling Yun.
Jiang Chun said: "Where is Miss Lu?"
Ling Yun said: "She went to Xiangguo Temple to see Xiang. She will be there soon."
Of course Jiang Chun understood their painstaking arrangements, and the Buddhist temple was just a cover-up.
Sure enough, soon, a group of people appeared on the avenue. A dozen servants from the Lu Mansion arrived in a sedan chair.
As they were approaching, the eldest girl Caiming ordered the bearer of the sedan chair: "Stop the sedan chair."
After getting off the sedan, Miss Lu walked out with the support of Caiming and Xiu Ming. She told everyone to rest first, and she went to Sifang Pavilion accompanied by two girls.
Ling Yun stepped aside without saying a word, and Jiang Chun stepped forward to greet him.
Jiang Chun felt that Lu Qiuyue seemed to be brighter, more beautiful and lovely today than in the past.
Her black hair is like dark clouds, her pink face is like hibiscus, especially her black and white eyes, which are as clear as autumn water, although they are angry but affectionate.
Jiang Chun reluctantly called out: "Miss Lu."
Lu Qiuyue said: "Did I keep you waiting for a long time?"
Jiang Chun whispered: "No."
Lu Qiuyue bit her lip, "Martial Master Jiang, you have probably guessed why I asked you to meet me today, right?"
Jiang Chun said expressionlessly: "No, I don't know."
Seeing him pretending to be confused, Lu Qiuyue couldn't help but get angry, but she held back and said, "Okay, then I'll tell you straight to the point: I'm looking for you to make trouble for the assassination of Yue Qian Yuxian Pond.
"Jiang Chun, I believe you are an upright and upright gentleman. I believe I will not misjudge you. Please tell me: is the Taoist priest named Yuan Zhen a member of the Tianxiao organization? Did he instigate Fang Xiaohei to commit the assassination? Ding Jiwu’s?”
Jiang Chun gritted his teeth and said, "Yes!"
Lu Qiuyue's heart trembled, "Did you witness it with your own eyes?..."
