The Heavens Start to Reverse Fate from Martial Arts

Chapter 87: Everything You See and Hear Is Cultivation
Nine days later.

night.

Nalan Mansion.

The current residence of the Minister of the Imperial Household.

The mansion is majestic and solemn, and the gate stands tall and majestic.

The door is inlaid with exquisite copper nails, which makes it look majestic. The lintel is carved with complex patterns, which symbolize auspiciousness and wealth, and highlight the noble status of the owner.

Teams of soldiers armed with muskets and long swords on their waists patrolled the streets around the mansion, guarding the safety and tranquility of this majestic mansion.

Wang Yi was wearing a green Taoist robe and strolling leisurely, passing silently in the blind spot of the patrolling officers and soldiers.

His steps were calm, neither hurried nor slow, but his speed was like a ghost or a phantom, like a wisp of breeze, he flew over the towering mansion wall and landed behind the rockery inside the mansion wall.

He glanced at the surroundings, walked between the rock pillars, and calmly headed towards the inner mansion, his eyes calmly appreciating the scenery along the way.

The rugged rocks, gurgling water, and various precious flowers, plants and trees provide a beautiful scenery in all seasons, which is refreshing and pleasant.

The wooden structure of the house exudes a strong atmosphere of time, and the glazed tiles on the roof sparkle with charming luster under the moonlight.

Exquisite patterns can be seen everywhere, and the carvings are delicate and exquisite, showing a unique artistic atmosphere.

late at night.

Inner palace courtyard and study.

The air is filled with the fragrance of books, and the bookshelves are filled with all kinds of classics. The desk is large and heavy, and is equipped with all the four treasures of the study. The books are neatly stacked, and two armchairs engraved with exquisite cloud patterns are placed side by side in front of the desk.

squeak-

Nalan Yuande was reviewing documents at his desk. He looked up suddenly when he heard the voice. When he saw the person coming, his expression changed and he exclaimed in surprise, "It's you!"

Shouldn't the other party be in Wudang Mountain at this time?
Even if he went north to Beijing, the spies he arranged would pass the information back. At worst, he would meet the troops led by his brother on the way.

And the timing doesn't match... Even if we ride at full speed, it's impossible to reach the capital so quickly.

Wang Yi took a step forward, crossed a distance of more than ten meters and came to the desk. He pulled out the armchair and sat down calmly, saying:
"It's me. I haven't seen you for a long time. You have become the Minister of the Imperial Household, but I have become the wanted person of the court... and Huang Feihong's father. You are really calculating..."

That’s right, Huang Qiying is in the Nalan Mansion. He was transferred from the Ministry of Justice’s prison to Nalan Yuande’s own mansion.

This piece of news was sent by the leader of the Hongmen clan, as if he was doing him a favor.

Nalan Yuande concealed the shock in his eyes and glanced outside the door from time to time, hoping that the exclamation just now would alert the guards in the mansion. The other party just took a step forward to cover a distance of ten meters. Such a mysterious scene shocked him deeply.

"Everyone in your mansion has fallen into a coma, and they will not wake up until noon tomorrow..." Wang Yi raised his eyes calmly, his tone neither hurried nor slow.

Nalan Yuande's heart trembled, and a look of fear flashed in his eyes.

The other party was able to appear in the study quietly, and with the miraculous means he displayed and his calm attitude, it was obvious that there was no need to deceive him. He calmed down and said in a deep voice: "Wang Yi, are you going to break the covenant? Don't forget that without my secret help, Limin Commercial Bank would not be as prosperous as it is today, and you would not have the reputation you have today. What? Are you going to do something ungrateful? Aren't you afraid that people all over the world will laugh at you for such an act?"

A hint of coldness flashed in Wang Yi's eyes. He raised his hand and tapped the table lightly, saying calmly, "You planted spies, suppressed the development of Limin Commercial Bank, played the white-faced red-faced trick, and now you want to use Huang Feihong's father's life to control me... We are all the same, how can you say you are ungrateful?"

Nalan Yuande frowned, stared at the other person for a long time, and asked in confusion: "Didn't you meet the troops led by my brother on your way to the capital?"

"I encountered them at the foot of Mount Wudang, and I killed them with my own hands, including the 6,000 imperial troops." Wang Yi's tone was flat, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

"Impossible!" Nalan Yuande stood up suddenly.

Wang Yi raised his eyes and glanced at him calmly: "Where did you imprison Huang Qiying?"

"I don't know!"

Swah——

As soon as he finished speaking, a hand as warm as jade appeared on Nalan Yuande's neck, seemingly slowly but actually quickly.

"You want to die, I don't mind giving you a ride." Wang Yi's eyes were cold, with no trace of concealment of murderous intent in them.

He had searched the mansion carefully and found no trace of Huang Qiying.

Otherwise, with his current skills, he could have rescued the people silently, and there would have been no need to alert Nalan Yuande, a senior official in the court, before the dragon-slaying plan was launched.

Nalan Yuande felt the big hand grabbing his neck and the cold murderous intent coming from the other party. His heart trembled and he dared not move at all. He took a deep breath and tried to keep himself calm. He said in a deep voice:

"Huang Qiying is now in the palace prison, which is located deep inside the inner court of the imperial palace. The inner court is not only heavily guarded, but also has ten commanders of the inner court guards, who lead the elite inner court guards to guard day and night. Without the Queen Mother's approval, no one can rescue him."

"The prison in the palace?" Wang Yi's face turned cold: "Does Wang look like a fool?" A cold light flashed in his eyes. He raised his arm and exerted a little force, lifting Nalan Yuande into the air.

Nalan Yuande's face quickly turned red, his mouth opened wide, his feet kicked around, and he used both hands to clasp the palms at his neck, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not loosen his palms at all, nor could he leave the slightest scratch on them.

This arm was like a pair of pliers cast from molten iron, incredibly hard and strong. Even if he tried his best, he couldn't shake it at all.

Wang Yi saw Nalan Yuande rolling his eyes, so he snorted and retracted his arm, put his hands behind his back, and said indifferently: "If you dare to play tricks again, I don't mind sending you and your family to see the King of Hell."

Nalan Yuande fell heavily to the ground, and coughed violently for a long time before he came to his senses. He gasped for breath, raised his head with a look of palpitations, and looked at Wang Yi for a long time, then said with complicated eyes: "You have changed..."

Based on his understanding of Wang Yi, he was more like a scholar than many other scholars. He had his own persistence and ideas in his heart, and he would be kind to those around him and would also give a little kindness to outsiders...

It is hard to imagine that words threatening other people's children would come from such a person's mouth...

Wang Yi's eyes were as deep as the night sky. He said calmly, "While traveling around the world, I saw too many people and things that touched my heart. In this process, the shackles in my heart gradually dissipated, and the anger in my heart gradually accumulated... Many of the concepts I held in my heart were also changing..."

"I have traveled the world, enlightened my mind and seen my nature. Everything I have seen and heard is cultivation. The good thoughts in my heart are still there, as are my ideals. It is not that I have changed, but that the world should change..."

(End of this chapter)