The four of them did not dare to stay any longer and rushed to Longzhou without stopping. After many days, they returned to Guliang County again, but their moods were different. Jing Yu suggested that he go back to the wealthy businessman's house to rest for a while and get some horses before returning to the capital. It was still the same place, but this time the luxurious deer stood inside the door, staring directly at the four people.
Wang Xingyuan saw his pet standing at the door and was puzzled. He trotted over and saw the four people outside the door.
"Hey, isn't this Mr. Jing? I haven't seen you for a few days, why are you so haggard? Come on, come in and have a rest." Wang Xingyuan stood aside, stretched out his arm, and invited a few people in.
When Jing Yu came to the lobby, all the jade items originally placed on the wooden shelves disappeared, replaced by jade stones of different colors. Some were left on the display cabinets, and some were taken for reprocessing.
Wang Xingyuan prepared snacks and tea for the four of them, then sat down to chat by himself: "Master Jing, since you brought back that luxurious deer, I have turned my interest in collecting jade. I found that jade is more pure."
"It's pretty good." Jing Yu picked up the tea cup and took a sip.
Wang Xingyuan did not continue talking. He had nothing to talk about with Jing Yu, so he could only smile awkwardly.
"This is Chen Xueyun, a Confucian disciple I met in Yangzhou. He is going to the capital with me to attend the Spring Festival. I remember that your son is also studying in the capital, right? Does he also want to have a Spring Festival?" Jing Yu spread his hands and pointed to drink tea. Chen Xueyun.
Wang Xingyuan waved his hand quickly: "He is studying hard and is ineffective. He has not passed the Qiu Wei period. He is ashamed and ashamed."
In this way, Chen Xueyun's cultural level is quite high. She was elected as a civil servant at a young age. If Chunwei can also be on the list, wouldn't she be a genius? This was the moment when Jing Yu was determined to win over Chen Xueyun.
Wang Xingyuan seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes lit up: "I should introduce someone to you. He has lived here recently. I will tell you why there is so few people in your team."
A figure slowly stepped out of the backyard. Just seeing that emerald green made Jing Yu rush forward in surprise: "Song Qian! Why are you here?"
Song Qian hooked Jing Yu's shoulders and said with a smile: "Hey, isn't my ability just to escape? It's easy!"
But his expression dimmed again: "That day I went back to Shushan and planned to ask the master to rescue you, but the master didn't listen to my excuse, so he put me in solitary confinement, banned my cultivation, and took my flying sword. Now I am considered a useless person. Yes, we really have the same problem!"
"Who has the same problem as you? I was cured by an old Taoist and received guidance from the old man. Now I have entered the spiritual path and am no longer a disabled person!" Jing Yu felt the warm sunshine and sighed loudly.
"Okay, okay, are you kidding me like this?" Song Qian pointed at Jing Yu.
Everyone was overjoyed to see Song Qian's return. Although his combat power plummeted, his appearance was reassuring.
Wang Xingyuan bowed to everyone: "Your Excellencies, you will stay here for one day. I will borrow some horses to take you back to Beijing tomorrow."
"Then I'll help you." Jing Yu clasped his fists.
Tonight was the most peaceful sleep Jing Yu had ever had. He didn't have to be afraid of being chased or cold, and his dreams had never been so peaceful.
The next day, in the capital tower, Gu Danqing counted his fingers boredly: "Logically speaking, they should be back today, but there is no news at all now. I hope nothing happens on the way."
About the fifth day, the five of them returned to the capital after a long journey. Jing Yu leaned on his back and looked around this ancient city with a history of thousands of years. There was a ripple in his heart. He did not notice that at this time, two clear tears quietly slid down his cheeks. . The first thing he did was to find Gu Danqing, so he asked the other three people to go back to the house and took Ningqu to the tower.
Gu Danqing was still drinking tea, but this time he didn't drink it as frequently as before. He only picked it up and took a few sips occasionally.
"I won't say anything to you about seducing the beauty of the demon tribe. What do you want to do by bringing her here?" Gu Danqing raised his eyebrows and looked at the snow-skinned beauty in front of him.
Jing Yu pouted: "Still pretending to be young, is there any way to stabilize her spiritual power? She is the culprit in Lin'an."
"I think about it, if she relies on taking elixirs to get up, the solution is still to take elixirs, but this time the elixirs are used to dissipate the spiritual power in the body and then reabsorb it. Most of the elixirs given to her by the demon country are taken from It's made of essence and blood. If you don't have enough moral integrity, this will be the end." Gu Danqing quickly gave a solution.
"Then I'll let her stay here." Jing Yu patted Ningqu's shoulder and motioned for her to wait in the tower.
Jing Yu returned to Dingming Division to check the information and prepare to study and restore Song Qian's cultivation.
He made two big plans for Song Qian, one was to find his sister, and the other was to restore his cultivation. Now he was really busy. Qiao Xu packed up her clothes and went home to attack the physical training realm. This can be achieved by relying on medicinal bath elixirs, so it is most suitable at home and has the most resources.
Chen Xueyun became interested in talisman paper. He went to the weapons supervisor and asked for a whole basket, and then began to draw talismans according to the instructions in the book.
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There is a dungeon below the palace. The space is not large and only one prisoner is imprisoned. The prisoner is disheveled, with messy hair and a listless spirit. He is sitting cross-legged in the cell to rest. In the dark, someone quietly used tools to pry open the chains around the prisoner and lift the sealing formation.
The prisoner stood up, stretched his muscles, tilted his head, looked at the person who had broken the seal, stretched out his palm, and the person was sucked over. The prisoner snorted coldly and crushed the other person's neck. Then, he took a step, shrunk to an inch, and walked out of the dungeon.
Jing Yu, who was immersed in studying, heard someone reporting outside the door and ran out in a hurry. The visitor was a young eunuch with a panicked expression. When he saw Jing Yu coming out, his eyebrows relaxed slightly: "Master Jing, there is a fire in the imperial city. Please ask Ding Mingsi to take action to find out the real culprit."
"The Imperial City is on fire? Who is so brave? Okay, I'll leave right away!" Jing Yu waved his hand.
It was also a good opportunity to enter the imperial city, so Jing Yu thought it was necessary to take those two people with him, so he recounted the situation to Chen Xueyun and Song Qian. Then the specific matters would be handed over to Jing Yu and Chen Xueyun, and Song Qian would try to see if he could go to the harem. Looking for his sister, Chen Xueyun gave Song Qian all the escape talismans that he had finished painting. He could only enter a place like the harem once, and if he was discovered, it would be an exaggeration to punish the Nine Clan.
The location of the fire was very close to the main hall, so the case this time was very urgent. The emperor's dragon body was frightened and he did not come forward for the time being, but several eunuchs arranged the matter well. When Jing Yu arrived at the imperial city, he bumped into Dali Temple, Jin Wuwei and several bad guys who came with Dali Temple.
Jing Yu, the leader of Jinwu Guard, naturally recognized him. He and Qiao Wutong just nodded to each other and passed by. However, Dali Temple and those bad guys were faces that had never appeared before. Perhaps the Dingming Division is responsible for all demon clan cases in the capital, so naturally no other departments are involved.
There were only two people from Dali Temple who entered the palace to investigate the case. One was wearing an ordinary official uniform, while the other was wearing a dark crimson official uniform. It looked like he was a young minister from the fourth rank of Dali Temple. Jing Yu secretly rejoiced that his official position was smaller than his own, but Ding Mingsi did not wear official uniforms.
As for the bad guys, those few look ordinary. The only one who is distinctive is a young man who carries a pair of hammers behind his back, but he does not look majestic in appearance.
"My surname is Huan and my name is Chen. I am the Young Minister of Dali Temple. This time I am here to punish evil and promote good. This must be Master Jing, who is slightly famous. Dingming Division is really nice. You don't need to worry about red tape and you can wear casual clothes." The young minister of Dali Temple bowed.
Jing Yu could tell that the man was sarcastic, but he still pretended to be ignorant: "Why should Huan Shaoqing be so particular? The investigation is important, the investigation is important, let's go quickly."
Huan Chen trotted away with a smile on his face.
Jing Yu didn't have time to take care of those bad guys, so he took Chen Xueyun and Song Qian straight to the palace, giving priority to finding the source of the fire.
The fire has been extinguished. The source of the fire this time was a few miles outside the Imperial Garden, and it almost burned into the Imperial Garden. However, many plants were still affected and were completely black. Jing Yu smelled the burnt smell in the air, squatted down, and rummaged through the grass. Unfortunately, the ashes were mixed together and he couldn't find any clues.
Chen Xueyun observed the spread of the fire and always felt that there was something strange, but he could not make a conclusion and could only watch Jing Yu quietly collecting evidence.
Song Qian used talismans all the way to the harem, randomly selected a lucky little eunuch and knocked him unconscious, then put on the eunuch's clothes and sneaked in.
But there were not many people looking for her, most of them were palace ladies, and the queen was at least forty years old. However, Song Qian believed that his sister's talent and appearance could make her enter at least a fifth-grade talent. Then obtain the age information of everyone in the harem through bribery and other methods, find out which ones are more suitable, and just keep an eye on their palaces or residences.
"It is known that my sister would be thirty years old if she were alive. I really don't know how smart she is and where she can get in the harem." Song Qian thought as he walked with his head lowered.
There are three people who meet this age, namely two Jieyu and one concubine. Many women enter the palace in the same year or even the same age, so the two Jieyu may be from the same group but not necessarily his target, so he is the first one. The place to go is the Qiongbao Palace where the Zhaorong concubine lives.
Jing Yu also wanted to buy time for Song Qian, so he kept pulling at the grass: "This grass grows really like grass."
Chen Xueyun looked helpless when she saw that Jing Yu had been turning over the turf: "Brother Jing, let's just ask if we can search somewhere else?"
"What do you know? I am meticulous." Jing Yu glared back at him.
The people from Dali Temple were questioning the people in the palace. It was obvious that they did not want to wait patiently to find clues and seemed to be competing with someone. On the other hand, the Jinwu Guards headed by Qiao Wutong methodically searched and eliminated them one by one.
Chen Xueyun looked at the two factions in the distance, and then looked at her leader's deceiving behavior, feeling deeply powerless.
"I'm not joking anymore. In fact, my thoughts are very clear. This time it's the demon clan again." Jing Yu snapped his fingers. He guessed that Song Qian had sneaked into the harem, so he became serious.
Chen Xueyun asked: "Brother Jing, what do you think?"
"This fire is not too big because it was extinguished in time, but the time from the beginning to the end of the fire is actually very short. If it was artificially ignited, it would reach this speed and the movement would be quite big. The arsonist must have released it at an extremely fast speed. The extremely large flames enveloped this area, so it was already of a certain scale when it was discovered. Besides, the people patrolling the palace were either eunuchs or imperial troops, and they didn't even react. Is it something that normal people can do? "
Chen Xueyun couldn't help but admire him: "Brother Jing's words are reasonable. Finally, the brain that Ding Mingsi couldn't put together was not in vain."
"So that demon clan obviously didn't escape. He must be watching us somewhere, eager to take action." Jing Yu sneered, "But with Qiao Wutong, a seventh-level warrior here, some little minions are not enough to watch."
The little eunuch who reported the news came to Jing Yu again at this time: "The results of the interrogation in Dali Temple have come out. Eunuch Guo, who is next to Your Majesty, said that the felon in the dungeon escaped."
"I knew it was definitely a demon clan. Wait, a repeat offender in the dungeon?" Jing Yu looked at the little eunuch suspiciously.
The little eunuch's legs were shaking and he swallowed hard. He leaned into Jing Yu's ear and said, "The felon in the dungeon has been locked up for who knows how many years. It is said that he spent a lot of effort to get him in. He is a ruthless character."
The hair on Jing Yu's back stood up. His intuition told him that this arsonist had a long history and his strength was unfathomable.
At this moment, a huge black shadow flashed across, briefly blocking the sunlight above Jing Yu's head. Jing Yu was keenly aware of this detail, threw down Chen Xueyun who was in a daze, and rolled to the side.
A strong man with iron shackles on his hands stood more than ten feet away. His red hair was standing on top of his head. His muscles were swollen. If he raised his hand, the unknown little eunuch would not be able to move. , then the red-haired prisoner gently let go, and the little eunuch turned into a ball of blood mist, his body was flattened into dried meat, and fell to the ground.
Jing Yu's legs were suppressed to the point of being unable to move. Chen Xueyun tried her best to send out the signal. Looking at the red-haired prisoner, she remembered what she had experienced in the ghost town that night. She closed her eyes in despair and murmured to herself: "If I have to choose this time, Alone, then let me do it."
However, Jing Yu and Chen Xueyun did not feel any discomfort. Chen Xueyun opened her eyes and found that the prisoner's arm was firmly grasped by a general and could not move.
Jing Yu shouted happily: "Qiao Wutong! I knew you would come."
Qiao Wutong smiled, and exploded with the aura of the seventh-level heavenly consciousness, which directly knocked away the red-haired felon. The red-haired man flipped over and landed on the palace, causing cracks in the tiles. Qiao Wutong simply charged up a punch, and the space around the fist began to distort, and the violent energy began to swim. The punch aroused a hundred layers of air waves, and the red-haired criminal released flames from his palms, forming a wall of fire to resist Hold this punch.
Jing Yu and Chen Xueyun hid in the corner watching the battle between the two strong men.
At this time, the group of people from Dali Temple also arrived and watched the battle. The bad guy that Jing Yu noticed at the time also took action. His visual strength was at least the fifth level of God Refining. His two hammers danced and flew out from his hands like a beam. Meteor impact hits the red-haired felon. The young man picked up another giant hammer and smashed it up and down, breaking through the wall of fire. He found that the red-haired felon was holding the hammer's head tightly with his right palm.
Qiao Wutong jumped directly behind the red-haired prisoner and used the Qiao family's ancestral Desert Fist. The fist's intention was like the sandy Gobi sky, with desolation and desolation, and the murderous intention was like the border troops, with a tragic and heroic feeling. That punch directly made a dent in the red-haired criminal's back. The red-haired criminal gritted his teeth and discarded the giant hammer in his hand, turned around and spurted out flames. The flames were like a fire dragon, swallowing up Qiao Wutong's body.
The young man picked up the two hammers again, and the two hammers hit each other, making a loud noise. Everyone watching covered their ears, and the red-haired prisoner's movements were obviously slow for a few seconds. At exactly these seconds, a punch came out from the tail of the fire dragon and hit the red-haired criminal on the chin. The red-haired criminal flew several feet away and knelt on the ground.
The young man chased after him, and the two hammers were so powerful that they whipped up a gust of wind and directly blew out one of the red-haired criminal's arms. However, the hammers were overwhelmed and cracked and shattered.
The red-haired felon roared, and monstrous flames ignited from his side. A ring of fire appeared behind him. He held his palms up, the floor tiles shook, and multiple pillars of fire spewed out. The heat wave distorted the air, and the two figures could not be seen clearly. All he could hear was a curse from Qiao Wutong, followed by a dozen sounds of fists and palms hitting each other, as well as the infuriating energy that continued to leak out.
Qiao Wutong seized the gap and quickly punched out, more than thirty punches in the blink of an eye. He turned around and kicked the red-haired prisoner in the abdomen, kicking him to the side and forming a shallow ditch on the ground.
Qiao Wutong's skin was dark and had been burnt to a disgraceful appearance by the fire. Without the zhenqi to protect his body, he would probably be severely burned. He pushed back with his calves, and in a flash, he came to the red-haired criminal. He used the Desert Fist again, directly smashing the red-haired criminal's head.
The headless body of the red-haired felon fell limply to the ground, lifeless. (To be continued)
