Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of the Swordsman

Chapter 118

At the same time that Jiang Wen sneaked into Jipi Lane, even broke into the stronghold of the White Lotus Sect by mistake, and overheard the confidential news, two drunk men woke up one after another tonight.

In the dimly lit Fuwei Escort, Lin Zhennan slowly woke up from his drunkenness. The numerous memories in his drunken dreams disturbed his headache, and finally dispelled the last drowsiness.

The majestic and exquisite head of the escort agency during the day once again felt the inconvenience of having no one to take care of him at home. The cup of sobering hot tea that used to be placed by the bed was already a distant memory.

He struggled to push the door out.

"Chief Escort, what are your orders!"

The big man at the door was taken aback by Lin Zhennan, who had a dark complexion, and asked with crossed hands in half-shock and half-awe.

Lin Zhennan pushed open the door, and saw Biaotou Shi, who had gone out to escort the darts, walk into the courtyard with his confidant.

"... Biaotou Shi, ask the kitchen to cook me a bowl of hangover soup."

After giving a random order, he sat back in the main room, thinking hard about what important thing he had forgotten because of drunkenness.

Lin Zhennan thought with his beard, and finally slapped the table for a long time, remembering what he had forgotten - Jipi Lane.

He knew that the secrets there were very dangerous, and once they spread out, it would be no different from any strange thing that appeared in any of the three mountains and two towers...

The thoughtful Lin Zhennan pushed the door again, just in time to knock Shi Biao, who was coming up with hot soup, on his head, and a bowl of hot soup was spilled until only the soup base was left.

"Ouch, Chief Escort, be careful not to burn yourself!"

Biaotou Shi was always a little afraid of this immediate superior who was not angry and arrogant, so he hurriedly reviewed himself after standing still.

But Lin Zhennan's mind was changing rapidly at this time, countless arrangements flashed through his mind, trying his best to fight against the hangover.He quickly picked up the soup bowl, poured the remaining hangover soup into his mouth, and then said to Biaotou Shi.

"Boss Shi, take the bodyguard you just returned, and then go to the front yard to wake up the four bodyguards Zheng, Cui, Ji, and Di, order the No. 80 manpower of the bodyguard bureau, and go to Jipi Lane immediately!"

Biaotou Shi was taken aback by this order, and hurriedly asked.

"Chief Escort, are you...would you be too excited to mobilize the crowd...I'm afraid that the common people will murmur..."

Lin Zhennan said in a deep voice: "This is an order from Prince Jingnan's son to order the Fuwei Escort to take over Jipi Lane immediately. Just go and order it immediately!"

Seeing that Lin Zhennan's tone could not be refused, and the courage of Biaotou Shi who asked just now was almost exhausted, he simply kept silent, fisted and walked to the front yard.

"and many more."

Lin Zhennan suddenly said again, "See if Mr. Huang, the cashier, is back, call him too."

The suspicion in Biaotou Shi's eyes became more obvious, but he still followed his orders and walked out quickly.

In the cold night, there is a cold moon, and the courtyard of the Escort Bureau is covered with mulberry locust trees, and shadows flow everywhere. The short shadows are silent because of the wooden figures with stone locks placed everywhere. Only the rustling sound of the cold wind comes from the roof tiles, showing It made Lin Zhennan feel uneasy at the moment.

"Father, you're awake."

Lin Xiu opened the door from his own room, rubbing his eyes in his underwear.

When Lin Zhennan saw his son, his cloudy and uncertain expression eased a little, and he returned to his majestic, calm and sophisticated appearance during the day, and said to Lin Xiu.

"Xiu'er, hurry up and rest. The bodyguards are assembled tonight, you and Yue Ruzi stay indoors and don't run around."

Lin Xiu heard the sound of gathering in the outer courtyard, which was almost like a deserted road, and imitated his father's solemnity on his still slightly immature face.

"Please don't worry, Dad, I'm the one behind everything in the Escort."

Lin Shaobao's calm and calm demeanor made Lin Zhennan feel a little relieved.

"It's not that serious. Your father and I have been planning for so long, and there are still many things in Fuzhou. Just stay honest and take care of the brothers brought by your master. Don't let Zilu come back to pick on me."

Lin Xiu looked at the east wing in surprise.The room where Jiang Wen lived was clearly still lit, and he could even see a figure reflected by the window, but why was his father so sure that Master Jiang was gone?

Lin Zhennan waved his hand.

"You don't know him. I don't know him either, but Dad, I know what he's going to do."

With the noise of the outer courtyard mixed with the sound of clashing swords and guns, Lin Zhennan's bodyguard team built from scratch and now spanning several provinces has already assembled, and no one dares to raise objections to the disturbing dream of his own chief bodyguard.

"Head of the Escort, there are 83 people in Fuwei Escort Bureau who have not dispatched darts in total, please order!"

The five core escorts in the escort agency walked into the inner courtyard together and reported to Lin Zhennan.

"Mr. Huang hasn't come back yet."

Shi Biaotou added a sentence.

"It's okay, let's go!"

Lin Xiu watched his father walk out of the courtyard, leaving only a gradually blurred back.In his heart, he was a little afraid of the suddenly empty Fuwei Escort, but he still straightened up his slightly thin body, and did not retreat in the long night of silence.

In the deep house compound in the south of Fuzhou City, countless newly built buildings in Gengwangzhuang stand in the night, but most of them do not see a trace of fire. They hide empty by the side of Fuzhou City, forming a sharp contrast with the densely lit Fucheng.

In this vast and lonely building complex, it is unspeakably gloomy, and it seems that even the wind that flows through is a bit colder than the outside.

"My lord, you are awake..."

Seeing Geng Jingzhong waking up, the wrapped slave hurriedly served hot soup and hot cloth, trying to wipe his face to sober up Geng Jingzhong, who was still unconscious.

Geng Jingzhong looked at the servant suspiciously, but did not accept his attention.

"who are you?"

The coated slave showed off his freshly shaved green scalp.

"My son, have you forgotten? I am the new servant sent by the prince. I am in charge of your food and daily life. My name is not worth mentioning. You can call me whatever you like."

Geng Jingzhong sat up from the bed, slowly thinking about his memory, everything seemed to be broken at the banquet by the West Lake, only the shining, magnificent and unpredictable ancient temple in the middle of the lake remained in his memory.

"A slave is a slave."

Geng Jingzhong snorted coldly, after all, with his young and strong body, he overcame the drunkenness, stretched out his hand and pushed open the door, facing the bleak courtyard.

Geng Jingzhong turned his back to the servant, and suddenly remembered the story of the last servant.

Although he never had any impression of such a lowly person, if this person died at the hands of his father, then he couldn't help but inquire about it.

Ever since the killing spree in Guangzhou last year, Geng Jingzhong felt that something was wrong with his father.Outsiders said that the King of Jingnan was arrogant and extravagant, and he spent a lot of money on extravagance. Wherever he went, he built a lot of land and built a lot of land, which aroused public resentment.

But Geng Jingzhong is very clear that if he just loves vanity, his father should recruit good materials, famous rafters, lakes and rocks to fill his function, and collect beautiful women to fill the treasury. The government buys precious varieties such as Huangnan, Boxwood, Wuli, Gao Yang, etc., all in order to deceive people by pretending to be fake.

The fundamental purpose of this behavior is that Geng Jimao suddenly became obsessed with Baishi, Qixingyan, Gaoyao County.

Under the awe of the soldiers, Yang Yongzheng, the magistrate of Gaoyao County, selected the most superb craftsmen to carve it according to the size required by Geng Jimao.

This kind of "white stone" is transparent and warm, extremely white, like glass, and after being polished by a special method, it is better than colored glaze. It is said that some unique characters can be revealed in very few white stones.

Geng Jimao once told Geng Jingzhong mysteriously that the words in these stone cracks contain all the truths in the world - a monk in the Tang Dynasty left half of them there.

Accompanied by this strange hobby, gradually whenever a cold horn sounds, someone in the palace will always witness the strange shape looming in the backyard of the house, so that the Jingnan Palace built in the city of Guangzhou has been abandoned to this day, and no one has ever seen it. People dare to take over.

After Geng Jimao moved to Fuzhou City, he built a huge Wangzhuang as usual, but he began to toss and turn among countless empty houses every night, looking restless as if he was avoiding something chasing him, and his whereabouts became more and more mysterious. Know which room in the palace the King Jingnan is hiding in tonight.

Even Geng Jingzhong's former servant was killed by himself with a knife because he accidentally saw Geng Jimao running hurriedly with Baishi at night last month.

"My lord, be careful it's cold outside."

The little wrapped slave reminded him tremblingly, but he didn't dare to go out of the house, as if some kind of scourge was lurking in the dark night of Gengwangzhuang.

Geng Jingzhong's expression was also unclear, after all, he slowly retreated into the house, looking at the faint Fuzhou City in the distance.

"Slave, are you afraid of death?"

Geng Jingzhong asked coldly.

The wrapped little slave shuddered from the ruthlessness in his words, "I'm afraid, of course I'm afraid..."

"It's right to be afraid."

Geng Jingzhong put his hands into his sleeves, his young face was full of puzzlement.

"But why are there some people who are not afraid of death, and even think that after killing someone, they can gain gods after death, so that they gather in groups of three or five to kill people in prostitution temples, and then drink wine and cut animals, enjoying it so much?"

The little slave in the coat didn't dare to speak directly, "Such a madman... I'm afraid he will be punished..."

Geng Jingzhong laughed, his eyes glowed, and he seemed very happy.

"Retribution is for people, and it is also given by people. People in Fuzhou city say that there is no palace in the palace lane, no tower in the tower lane, and there is no Jipi lane in Jipi Lane. I am also very curious. Give me an answer or two..."

(End of this chapter)