The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 243 Kidnapping the Little Miss (Please Subscribe)
In the ancient city of Qiantang in early autumn, in the alley where the side door of a mansion is located, a gust of wind blows, and the willow branches with yellowed tips sway gently.

In the center of the blue brick and stone wall, outside the double wooden doors, the richest man in the city, wearing a satin longevity gown, respectfully bowed down in front of Ji Pingan.

If there are outsiders present, I don't know how many eyeballs will be dropped, but this scene will not be seen by outsiders after all.

"Obey." The sixtieth old man stood up tremblingly, not weak, but excited and fearful.

Facing the sword bearers passed down from generation to generation in the organization, such as Han Bachi, who sits in the underground rivers and lakes of the gods, and Song Qinglian, the literary leader in the main city of Yuhang, all have nothing but fear, let alone a low-level hermit official in the ancient county?
Qian Yuanwai invited Ji Pingan into the hospital, and all the servants along the way had been driven away by him, and it was quiet.

The quiet and deserted back house formed a stark contrast with the bustling front yard.

It wasn't until the two of them walked into a small hall in the back house that Ji Pingan sat down calmly, and then he withdrew his gaze from the distant eaves and said:
"I need you to do something for me."

Qian Yuanwai bowed: "My lord, please tell me."

Ji Pingan said: "I want to know if there has been a suspicious monk in the city since last night."

Qian Yuanwai waited for a while, seeing that the sword-wielding man had no other information, he was troubled.

"Is there a problem?" Ji Pingan asked.

Qian Yuanwai lowered his head and said:
"The subordinate immediately ordered someone to do it, but... it may take a little time."

When he said these words, the old man's forehead under the yarmulke was beaded with sweat, and his heart was beating like a drum, for fear of offending the young man in front of him.

In the tens of years of ups and downs in the business world, he thought that the tranquility he had cultivated long ago could not play a role at all at this moment, or he did not dare to play a role.

Ji Pingan stared at the drooping old man for a moment, then suddenly chuckled, and the tense and solemn atmosphere in the air suddenly relaxed:

"No rush, I can wait. By the way, you should deal with the birthday banquet first. It's not good to make people wait."

As if confirming his words, the moment he said these words, a servant's voice came from outside the closed door leading to the inner house:
"My lord, the time is coming."

……

……

The autumn wind is rustling.

The huge courtyard in the front yard of Qian’s house was filled with festive ribbons, and there was a stage set up in pavilions.

On the tables at the bottom, there are famous people from all walks of life in Qiantang City sitting.

However, as time went by, the old birthday star's sudden departure and delay in returning eventually caused some guests to whisper.

"Why hasn't Qian Yuanwai come back? He's been away for a long time."

"Could it be that he's getting old and exhausted? But just now he looked very tough."

"I'm afraid there must be no accidents. After all, we are already sixty years old, and we are not the legendary fairy masters. Seventy is a rare thing in ancient times."

There was a lot of discussion, and gradually, the atmosphere began to become tense.

In the end, even the magistrate of Qiantang County, who was sitting in the seat, called the servants in the mansion to ask:
"But what happened? It seems that the time for birthday celebrations has come."

The servants of Qian's mansion hesitated and couldn't give an answer, and even the eldest son of Qian Yuanwai, who was holding a jug as a companion, was sweating on his forehead, and was about to go looking for it.

And at this moment, Qian Yuanwai stepped out from behind, with a slightly uneasy expression, cupped his hands and said:

"The county lord has been waiting for a long time, and I have kept you waiting for a long time. Sorry, there is something urgent."

Everyone waved their hands to show that there was no problem. Qian's parents heaved a sigh of relief, put down the jug and waved towards the stage:

"Then play music, then dance."

The county magistrate of Qiantang was curious, but although he was the lord of a county, he was still only an official appointed and dismissed by the court. In terms of power, he might not be comparable to the local snake who had occupied Qiantang county for a hundred years, so he didn't ask any more questions.

It's just that when he was seated outside the old man, he was a little puzzled to find that the hem of the old man's expensive silk gown, where his knees were, was actually stained with two clouds of dust, and he was puzzled.

The birthday banquet was going on normally, but the old birthday star sitting in the main seat seemed absent-minded, and had a few words with his old wife alone, and the latter found his eldest daughter-in-law.

When the process ended in a hurry, Qian Yuanwai quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately got up, saying that he was old and tired and got up to leave.

He ordered the youngest son to wait for his relatives to accompany the guests, then rushed to the back house by himself, and called the eldest son away alone.

On the way to the back house, the son of Qian's parents bowed and followed his father. He was over 40 years old, but he dared not go beyond the rules when walking.

It wasn't until Qian Yuanwai opened his mouth to give orders to inquire about the monk's news that he showed a puzzled look:
"Father, but what happened?"

Obviously, the sudden departure of the old father before has a clear connection with the weird order now.

With his hands behind his back, Qian Yuanwai stopped suddenly, looked deeply at his eldest son who was mature in appearance but not strong enough in mind, and sighed softly:
"Do you know why I haven't allowed you to enter the study for so many years?"

The eldest son's eyes lit up, he shook his head and said, "I don't know."

His father's study room is indeed a forbidden place in the family. He tried to find out when he was a child, and his father beat him up when he found out, and his memory is still fresh.

Qian Yuanwai's tone was complicated:
"Because the reason why our family has been able to prosper for a hundred years and still stand tall is because of a secret, and the organs in the study are the responsibilities of our Qian family for generations. Today, I am sixty years old, and I am afraid I will not survive." How long, and some words, I must explain clearly to you."

The eldest son was stunned, then subconsciously held his breath and focused his attention, his heart beating like a drum, feeling like he was about to reveal a shocking secret:
"Is... what?"

……

The living room is simply furnished.

There are high-quality porcelain vases and warm jade on the museum shelf, and everyone's calligraphy and paintings on the walls, but they are restrained and unassuming, fully revealing the heritage and temperament of a wealthy family.

Ji Pingan stood beside the ancient shelf, looking at and playing with a porcelain vase, thinking about the next step.

The hidden officials of Qiantang have been operating in the city for many years, and their tentacles must be deeply rooted. It is more efficient to collect the troubles in the city through them.

Of course, he didn't expect to see a result anytime soon. After all, it is a county with a population of several 10. How can it be so easy to find it?

In particular, it is not possible to cheat with divination deduction.

However, since he was an ancient monk who practiced the method of "harvesting yin and nourishing yang", there was no reason for him to behave mischievously in the monastery, but he could bear it in this sea-like county.

As the so-called eating marrow knows the taste, once a person has tasted the taste of meat, it will be extremely difficult to hold back.

As long as the other party shows his feet, he can follow the vine.

Perhaps, not only the Buddhist reborn, but also Mrs. Wei and others could be involved.

"Inevitably, the reborn are forming alliances with each other."

Ji Pingan thought about it, and sighed lightly, feeling a sense of urgency.

Putting down the porcelain bottle, he turned around and looked at the woman who was carefully walking in with tea and fruit plate at the door.

The woman was about thirty years old, her hair was tied in a bun, her neck was fair, and she was in her mature years. At this moment, Nana walked in, not daring to speak loudly, fearing the sword-wielder:

"Guest... Please have tea."

Ji Pingan said casually: "Let it go."

Then he put down the porcelain bottle in his hand, thought for a while and asked:
"Are you Qian Yuanwai's concubine?"

The beautiful little woman was startled, quickly waved her hands, and timidly said: "That's the father-in-law."

Oh... daughter-in-law, I thought it was a concubine's room, as the saying goes:
'Eighteen brides and eighty young men, a tree of pear blossoms crushing begonias'... That's right, according to Da Zhou's concept of dignity, concubines can't afford to entertain distinguished guests... Ji Pingan thought.

The little woman was embarrassed and did not dare to leave.

The mother-in-law only taught her to entertain, and told her not to be rude in the slightest. Any request from the guests must be satisfied unconditionally, otherwise the whole family may be in disaster.

She observed tremblingly, but no matter how she looked at it, the boy in front of her was much younger than herself, and she didn't have a vicious appearance, and was even very good-looking.

What kind of villain could this handsome young man be?
At this time, the Qian family's father and son finally came out of the hall, the little woman breathed a sigh of relief silently, called Daddy, and stepped aside in relief.

Immediately she was astonished to see that her husband, who was considered equal to even the county lord, was respectful to the young man:
"My lord, the matter has been explained."

The Qian family's son next to him didn't say a word, and followed behind his father, looking at Ji Pingan curiously from the corner of his eye, feeling full of doubts in his heart.

Thinking of those bizarre words his father said, he was a little dazed, and it was hard to contain his doubts.

In fact, for him who has lived as a "mortal" for more than forty years, the dark net, hidden officials, sword-wielding men...hidden for generations waiting for an order to be summoned...all of these are not real enough.

It's more like a bridge in a novel.

Moreover, the "sword holder" in front of him was too young, but his father respected him so much that he even asked his real wife to bow down to serve tea, and his eldest son, the richest man in Qiantang, had to lower his eyebrows and be pleasing to the eye...

After all, not convinced.

I even wondered if my father was confused and deceived by someone.

Ji Pingan glanced at the latter, knowing his thoughts clearly.

I thought you better not be too stupid, otherwise Han Bachi's rebellious adoptive son would be a lesson from the past.

He sat in the chair and nodded slightly:

"Very good. According to your thinking, where might the other party be hiding?"

Qian Yuanwai didn't think about it:

"Reporting to my lord, since you said that you are a practicing monk, but you fled to Qiantang, then it must be the most likely contact with the Mendicant Sect."

Mendicantism?

Ji Ping was a little curious, but he didn't expect to hear the name of this Jianghu organization again so soon.

According to Qian Yuanwai's narration, the Mendicant Sect was originally a powerful force entrenched in Qiantang City. Before that, it competed with the Tiandihui for territory, but the situation has changed recently.

That's when Ji Ping'an felt that he might have to wait a long time and fight a protracted battle before he could get clues.

The accident happened suddenly.

I saw a servant rushing in from the gate of the back house, panicked, and shouted from a distance:
"Master, it's not good, the little lady is missing..."

Qian Yuanwai was startled, but Qian's parents and his wife who were following him suddenly changed their expressions. Even Ji Pingan ignored him, and stepped forward to ask:
"what happened?"

The servant mourned:
"Miss had been at the banquet before, but after she was full, she said she wanted to go back to rest, but somehow she disappeared. I searched the entire mansion, but there was nothing there. I only found this at the west gate."

He holds an embroidered shoe in both hands.

boom.

Like a thunderbolt, the faces of the couple turned pale, and the missing "little lady" was their daughter, the jewel in their palm, and the granddaughter of Yuanwai Qian.

At the age of sixteen, he is worthy of adulthood.

She is a typical lady of every family, never leaving without saying goodbye, let alone leaving a shoe like this and disappearing out of thin air.

"Father, I'm afraid that some villain got in among the birthday guests today." Qian's eldest son said urgently:
"While the county magistrate is still there, report to the official immediately."

Qian Yuanwai was equally astonished, unable to figure out why today's accidents happened one after another, but as the head of the family, although he was worried about his granddaughter, he knew what was more serious, so his expression darkened immediately, and he said:

"There are guests, how decent it is!"

"Father, you..."

The eldest son couldn't believe it, and his heart was filled with anger. When is it? Could it be that his daughter's disappearance is more important than the etiquette for entertaining a young man?
"Snapped--"

Seeing this, Qian Yuanwai resolutely slapped him. The eldest son's cheeks were reddened and swollen to the naked eye, and he stepped back a few steps.

"what!"

The little woman next to her exclaimed when she saw this, her eyes were flushed, she wanted to stop her but didn't dare, so she looked at Ji Ping'an as if asking for help.

Then she was stunned, and lost her voice: "That young master is gone!"

what?
Qian Yuanwai's father and son turned their heads and saw that the hall was empty, where was the figure of the "sword holder"?

The eldest son's knees softened, and he knelt down with a plop, muttering:

"Immortal means..."

At this time, the servant also realized later, looked at the empty hands, and said:

"Here, where did the little lady's shoes go?"

No one noticed that at this moment, on a certain roof outside the mansion, the stars suddenly gathered.

Ji Ping'an's figure appeared, holding a fragrant embroidered shoe with one hand, and an illusory astrolabe appeared in his eyes.

Astrology!

……

Lulu...

In Qiantang County, on a remote street, a carriage was driving fast.

The driver was driving the reins in one hand and the whip in the other. There was a string of beads hanging on his short and fat body, and there was no hair on the top of his head wearing a straw hat, but a string of ring scars.

His expression was fierce and indifferent, and he held an iron bowl by his side.

While the carriage was driving, the curtains shook violently, and the sound of "Woooooooo" could be vaguely heard from inside the carriage. The monk turned his head and yelled at the threat behind him, and said with a grinning grin:

"Call again, sir, I'll take you to Fa-rectification on the spot. Hehe, the granddaughter of Qian's richest man doesn't know what it's like to eat meat."

Huh—the carriage suddenly fell silent.

In the carriage separated by a curtain, a sixteen-year-old girl in a light-colored satin dress, innocent and innocent, with baby fat remaining on her cheeks, was tied up all over her body.

With only a white sock on one foot, he curled up in a corner, shivering.

His eye sockets were filled with tears, and two lines of tears rolled down his cheeks, which was very pitiful.

She didn't know what happened, she just remembered that she left the noisy garden of the birthday banquet and went to a secluded place.

Then suddenly there was a strong wind, and it was dark in front of his eyes. He had been kidnapped when he opened his eyes, and he didn't know where he was being taken at this moment.

Where has the innocent and innocent lady experienced such a drama?
Countless fearful thoughts emerged in his little mind, and he wanted to struggle, but didn't dare, so he could only try his best to suppress his sobs, his eyes despairing.

However, at this moment, the tearful Miss Qian was stunned, and clearly saw a little bit of starlight gathering in the carriage, condensing into a blue-clothed figure.

Ji Pingan put his finger on his lips, and made a light "shh" gesture, a smile appeared on his face:
"Don't be afraid."

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