In Zhiling City, raindrops were falling slightly from the sky. Tianlai novels www. ⒉
Zhiling District, located in the southeast of the mainland, has a mild climate and there is no snow all year round. The rainy winter is already the coldest time here, and there are suddenly fewer people on the market streets.
Mo Lin stood by the window of the guest room on the second floor of the inn, fiddling with the medicine bag in his hand. The bamboo window was slightly opened by him, and from time to time he would take a look outside. On the street outside the window, there are pedestrians holding umbrellas on the roadside from time to time, and there are also some small traders and vendors on the street, doing their small business in the rain. Molin's eyes would not linger on them, but continued to explore three streets away - on the bluestone avenue which was much wider and flatter than the street outside the window, there were no stalls, not even the pedestrians passing by. Very rarely.
Molin's eyes mostly wandered along this avenue, and more often they stayed at the gate on the street and the deep courtyard inside.
The gate is the gate of the Chiling District Hospital Supervisory Committee, and the courtyard is the compound of the Chiling District Hospital Supervisory Committee. Maureen has been watching like this for five days. He is a very patient person. He has also experienced longer and more difficult waiting than this. But the companion who was with him now looked a little impatient.
Fang Yizhu was lying on the bed with a plate of peanuts on his stomach. He didn't see him doing anything, but from time to time a peanut would jump up and fly into his mouth accurately.
After the last peanut was eaten, Fang Yizhu sat up boredly.
"Are you sure he will definitely come?" Fang Yizhu said.
"Definitely." Maureen said.
"Then why has it been eight days and there's still no sign of him?" Fang Yizhu asked.
"Maybe he is like us, quietly waiting for an opportunity somewhere." Morin said.
"Let me point it out." Fang Yizhu said while taking off the plate that was still sucking on his stomach, "First, we are not waiting for an opportunity, we are just waiting for him; second, based on your understanding of him, do you think Is this his style?"
"That's why I've been staring at the main entrance of the hospital supervisory committee!" Mo Lin was also a little impatient. He could calmly wait for the opportunity, but Fang Yizhu was right. He was not waiting for an opportunity, he was waiting for someone. After learning that Lu Ping was going to rescue Su Tang, Mo Lin immediately started by inquiring about Su Tang's whereabouts. The intelligence network in their circle is very powerful, and they soon discovered that Nightingale was eliminated by the Xiafeng District City Lord's Mansion, while Su Tang was taken away by the Hospital Supervisory Committee and is currently being held in the Xiafeng District Hospital Supervisory Committee.
So Mo Lin rushed to Zhiling City without stopping and began to inquire secretly. It had been eight days since then, but there was still no news from Lu Ping, and nothing else happened. The only surprise was that Fang Yizhu actually came from Beidou. The college has followed him here. Mo Lin couldn't understand this man. But he couldn't get rid of him. He was poisoned three times and failed to succeed in two sneak attacks. In the end, he had no choice but to let this guy go.
"Brother, it's not a good idea to just sit back and wait for something to happen!" Fang Yi sighed.
"I pointed it out." Mo Lin imitated Fang Yizhu's previous tone, "First, I am not your brother; second, you can leave at any time."
"I think you're pretty good at finding people, and I have some confidence in myself. I'll leave it to you." Fang Yizhu said, then he lay back down and fell asleep with his head covered.
Mo Lin glanced at him, gritted his teeth, and really wanted to stab the poisonous rod in his sleeve directly. But at this moment, two people suddenly walked up on the always quiet Avenue of the Hospital Supervisory Committee.
Lu Ping?
Maureen hurriedly took a closer look, but was quickly disappointed. No.
The two people who arrived stopped outside the gate of the hospital supervisory committee, waited for a while, and then walked in.
Not from the hospital supervisory board.
From this distance, Mo Lin could only tell from the color of their clothes that the two of them were not members of the hospital supervisory committee. In eight days, this was the first time the Hospital Supervisory Committee had a visitor.
Could it be related to Su Tang? Mo Lin thought to himself. The two people who entered walked out of the hospital supervisory committee in about an hour.
Now that they were facing each other, Mo Lin saw the other person's features and realized that he actually knew him.
Is he that person from the Dianpo Conference?
Mo Lin thought of the Dianpo Conference a year ago. The person who just walked out was the examiner who was particularly disdainful of Zhaofeng Academy at that time, but was knocked down by Lu Ping with one punch in the end!
what do you say that is? Mo Lin couldn't remember the name. He only remembered that he seemed to be a master from one of the four major colleges.
By the way, it’s Ding Wen!
When Mo Lin remembered, Ding Wen was walking out of the main entrance of the hospital supervisory committee. He seemed completely unaware of the chilly rainy weather in the south. After walking out of the main door, he looked back at the deep courtyard inside the door and suddenly sighed. Beside him, Mu Yong, the most senior examiner of the Dianpo Conference who walked out with him, remained silent without saying a word.
Eighteen years. This is Mu Yong's first year as an examiner at the Dianpo Conference. In the long history of the Dianpo Conference, his years are nothing at all. However, during the eighteen years he took office, he has witnessed the gradual decline of the Dianpo Conference, and its influence has become less and less than before.
This year's Dianpo Conference didn't even follow the old rules. Because of what happened at last year's Dianpo Conference, this year's empire, especially the Academy Supervisory Committee, has been criticizing them, causing the report of the Dianpo Conference to be delayed. Put it off again.
In the past, this kind of thing would have been impossible.
The Dianpo Conference has nothing to do with the empire or the Academy Supervisory Committee. Its history is even older than the Xuanjun Empire. No one or force can dictate the Dianpo Conference.
But now, this situation is a thing of the past. After the three empires carved up the continent, their rule began to penetrate into all aspects. Except for the four major academies and the six major experts, there are fewer and fewer forces outside their rule. Even the relationship between the four major academies and the empire has begun to become increasingly subtle, and the six powerful ones have always been the targets of the three major empires' efforts to win over.
In comparison, what is the Dianpo Conference?
Ding Wen, the examiner who wanted to make the Dianpo Conference regain its influence and was actively adapting, became pessimistic about the future direction of the Dianpo Conference. From the hospital supervisory committee, they received a lot of rules and regulations before they could hold this time; what about next time? Are there any new rules? Next time, what about next time?
He does not reject more cooperation with the empire, and believes that this is necessary for the Dianpo Conference to expand its influence. However, in the end, obeying the empire like this was not his original intention. What is the difference between this kind of spirit competition and the spirit games held by the empire? Hasn't it also become a tool for them to recruit talents and consolidate their rule?
"It's boring!" Ding Wen suddenly sighed.
Mu Yong remained silent. He knew what Ding Wen was referring to, but he didn't know what else to say.
The two left the hospital supervisory committee, walked out of the avenue, and walked towards the dianpo platform. At the end of the street ahead, three figures turned and came towards them.
They didn't pay attention at first, but when they got closer and closer, Ding Wen and Mu Yong finally stopped. Their expressions were as if they had seen a ghost.
The two looked at each other, but the three people walked past them without stopping.
The two stood still for a long time, and Ding Wen's shoulders were wet with rainwater - he had forgotten to use his supernatural power to evaporate the rainwater that fell on his body.
"I am not wrong, right?"
"should not."
The two of them turned around in shock, watching the three figures walking towards the direction they came from.
"Lu Ping?"
"Chu Min?"
"That maid from the Qin family?"
"What are they going to do?"
