As Han Bachi said, in Ji Ping'an's mind, the "darknet" is positioned as an iceberg under the water.
At the beginning of the past year, he conspired with the God-Emperor to transfer some of the prisoners on death row and place them in the Jianghu under the leadership of his confidants.
Originally it was only used to monitor the world to stabilize the country, but later it became less useful after the Great Zhou Dynasty was stabilized. After the death of the first God Emperor, Ji Ping'an kept this power in his hands and did not pass it to the new God Emperor.
At the same time, modify it so that you can have a trump card to use after your third reincarnation in case you encounter a powerful enemy and die accidentally.
After four hundred years of continuous consolidation, the power of the "Dark Net" has taken root in Kyushu and is hidden in the rivers and lakes. This is also one of the many back-ups he arranged for the early days of his reincarnation when he was weak.
The first generation of "hidden officials" were all served by disciples who were loyal enough. Their incense continued for generations, and they were isolated from each other and could only communicate through special means.
Each has different tasks and supervises each other. Over the past four hundred years, he has taken care of things from time to time to ensure that the organization does not decay. Now it is finally time to put it into use.
…
In the back hall.
Ji Ping'an retracted his thoughts and raised his eyes to see two figures running quickly in the drizzle in the distance. Shopkeeper Futai stopped at the entrance of the courtyard and stood guard.
Another thin old man wearing a satin shirt walked to the front of the hall with a solemn expression: "Young man is the owner of Jinshiju. Please verify the token."
Ji Ping'an threw out the jade token. The old man checked it carefully and took a deep breath, but he still did not relax his vigilance. What he said to his adopted son was 70% true and 30% false.
For example, when verifying the identity of the "sword holder", in addition to tokens, each "hidden official" has a secret message passed down from generation to generation. Only when both of them match can it be considered confirmed.
It's just that the code words laid down by the "founder" are quite strange, and their meanings are obscure and difficult to understand.
At this moment, Han Bachi said in a deep voice: "Fighting energy turns into a horse."
Ji Ping'an was silent for a moment, feeling a little emotional about his bad taste in the past, and said calmly: "It's so scary."
Han Bachi's old face suddenly turned red, and he couldn't contain his excitement. He suddenly fell to his knees and said, "Han Bachi, the sixth-generation hidden official in the capital of the gods, pays homage to the sword holder!"
If a knowledgeable old person sees this scene, he will be shocked beyond words.
I don’t know why such a big shot in the world of God’s capital could be so humble to an ordinary young man.
Ji Pingan's eyes were indifferent and he said, "Get up."
Han Bachi stood up and stood with his head bowed.
The face of the young man in front of him was reflected in his mind, and he couldn't help but recall the words that his father, who was also the "hidden official" of the previous generation, held his hand on the sickbed and emphasized repeatedly before his death many years ago.
He remembered every word exactly. His father said a lot, but there was only one core point.
That is to absolutely obey the orders of the "sword holder". This is the reason why the Han family has been able to maintain its wealth for hundreds of years.
The world is unfair, but sometimes it becomes fair in strange places.
For example: as much as you enjoy, when it’s time to give, you have to give as much.
When he was young, he once asked, like an adopted son, what would happen if he didn't obey? After a moment of silence, the father answered:
"Then someone will help you make it fair."
After finishing his recollection, Han Bachi thought about the other party's age again, thinking that if it was as rumored, the identity of the "sword holder" was uncertain, and he could be a trafficker or a lackey.
Therefore, this is not a strong person in the organization, but a person who holds a token to do things.
So who is the real owner of the "Dark Web"? He gathered his thoughts, suppressed these somewhat disrespectful doubts, and listened to the young man in front of him say:
"Is the treasure house of the city of God safe?"
Han Bachi solemnly said: "Follow the order. Everything is fine. Don't dare to make the slightest mistake."
The world only thinks that "Jinshiju" is an ordinary pawnshop, but they don't know that it is actually a warehouse. Ji Ping'an has many similar warehouses.
"Get the items on the paper." Ji Pingan took out a piece of paper and handed it to him.
Han Bachi took it with both hands, looked at it respectfully, and found that it was a holy medicine for healing. He handed it to the shopkeeper for processing: "Do you have any other orders?"
Ji Pingan said:
"Help me investigate the recent arrival of practitioners in Shendu, as well as the internal situation of the state religion and Qintian Prison. In the next period of time, I will stay in Shendu for a while, and I may come to you from time to time for business. Please tell me a convenient way to contact you and send messages. way."
In order to reduce trouble, he was not prepared to reveal his identity as a "star official", so he not only disguised his appearance, but also expanded the scope of his investigation to the entire divine capital.
In order to avoid only checking Qin Tianjian and exposing his intentions.
Staying in Shendu? The sword holder reappeared after decades. Combined with recent rumors, Han Bachi couldn't help but guess that it might be related to this summer's Shendu Grand Prize.
He said respectfully: "I obey!"
…
Somewhere in a house.
The burly Han Hu sat in the hall, squinting and not knowing what to think about.
This place is the headquarters of the gang he runs. Over the years, he has continued to operate and has accumulated a group of close followers.
After leaving his foster father's place, he sent his cronies to find out the news. After all... if his foster father could abandon the rules he had adhered to for decades and leave in the afternoon, something big must have happened.
Big things related to the “dark web.”
While waiting anxiously, a man in a short shirt ran back outside the door, with a scar on his face, which was particularly fierce: "Brother, we found out."
Han Hu was shocked and said: "Speak quickly!"
The man said: "The master ran to Jinshiju in the rain, as if he was meeting someone. The shopkeeper left shortly after entering, and then returned, looking quite nervous.
"The brothers didn't dare to get close, for fear of being noticed, so they stayed far away and didn't know what was going on. After waiting for a long time, they saw a young man coming out with a small baggage on him. Someone had been sent to keep an eye on him. ”
"Young man?" Han Hu was surprised.
"Yes." The man said: "He is very young, and his hair is not even long. He looks like a scholar. There is no trace of martial arts practice. His brothers followed him without noticing. He looks like an ordinary person."
Han Hu fell into deep thought.
The man in short shirt observed his words and said tentatively: "It seems that something was taken from Jinshiju."
Han Hu's face was at war with nature. He had been with Han Bachi for many years. He had actually been aware of the old man's secrets for a long time, but he just pretended not to know.
I also know that Jinshiju is not an ordinary pawnshop, and there are good things in it.
He didn't fully believe Han Bachi's words. He always felt that they were pretentious, exaggerated, and mostly meant to scare him.
Sword-wielding man, hidden official... sounds very bluffing. A middle-aged man who has only been in gangs and gangs all his life has limited imagination. He instinctively distrusts such words that are almost "charlatans".
Especially... As far as he knew, the old man was only a martial artist on the verge of breaking the nine at his peak, and he was far from the top in the world. After old age and physical weakness, his energy and blood declined, and his strength was no longer what it was before.
Even, it is not as good as myself in the prime of life.
This kind of person... could he be the "altar leader" of a large organization with the same longevity as the country?
Not to mention breaking the rules, it is extremely stupid to waste decades of time for an illusory duty.
Based on his life experience, the old man has some background, and may indeed be related to a certain Jianghu sect, but after all, he is old, and seeing that he and others cannot be suppressed, he makes some mysterious remarks.
"In this way," Han Hu seemed to have made up his mind, his eyes were fierce: "You bring a few trustworthy experts and find an opportunity to kidnap him. I want to interrogate him and get back the contents of the bag."
The man in short shirt was stunned for a moment and said hesitantly: "Brother, isn't this too rash? Master..."
Han Hu snorted coldly and said:
"The old man is very thoughtful. We have been with him for so many years, and we are still hiding our secrets. If he is indeed the agent of a certain sect in the divine capital, cut off this line, and I will be 'Master Han' from now on."
In the past two years, Han Bachi has become closer to other "adopted sons", and Han Hu has been gradually squeezed out of the center of power, which gave him a strong sense of crisis.
Rather than sit back and wait for death, he would rather take his fate into his own hands.
…
On the long street, the drizzle was misty and there were fewer and fewer pedestrians.
Ji Ping'an held an oil-paper umbrella and carried a small cloth bag, walking slowly, as if on a spring outing.
However, only those who are very close will notice that his eyes are closed.
The ripples spreading out from under his feet brought everything around him into his mind, including of course the few martial arts warriors who fell far behind him.
"Alas." Ji Ping'an sighed in boredom, thinking that the only lesson humans have learned from history is that they never learn any lessons.
