I come to see Bai Yujing today

Chapter 85: Chu Family in Nanhai, what mansion can’t be searched?

The long sword was still sharp. Under the moonlight, the sword held upside down in Yu Li Ke's hand exuded a cold aura.

There seemed to be a unique power in that breath that supported Yu Li Ke.

Yu Li Ke only felt that the wound on his chest was getting worse, and blood had stained his clothes red. After experiencing the intense pain, he no longer felt any pain. Instead, his consciousness was becoming blurred and his body was getting heavier.

Yu Li Ke slowed down unconsciously and looked up at the moon in the sky.

This is the bright moon, like a flawless jade, hanging high in the sky, radiating its clear light.

The light was as clear as water, slowly sprinkling on the ground and on his face.

This moon and this moonlight, just like the moon and moonlight on Black Stone Mountain, made Yu Li Ke feel a little dazed.

His mind flashed back, memories that he had tried not to think about for the past nine years.

He remembered Uncle Chen next door who often went hunting in the mountains and gave him a pheasant every few days.

He remembered Sihu who played with him, and his aunt who beat him up because Sihu called him "no father and no mother".

He remembered that tiny place and the names of everyone in it.

There were six hundred and forty-two people, both old and young, and there were also six hundred and forty-two people who had done him a favor.

Yu Li Ke crawled out from the piles of corpses. He still remembered crying loudly, his eyes full of the armored soldiers on horseback. He also remembered the indifferent young general. He remembered the long sword falling and the head being discarded. He remembered the long spear piercing and picking up a baby younger than him. The baby cried loudly, but the crying stopped abruptly with despair.

He never wanted to recall all this.

But tonight, under the caress of the moonlight, Yu Li Ke remembered all these things.

After he crawled out from the pile of dead bodies, he used Uncle Chen's dagger to kill the soldier who was left behind to take care of the aftermath and was about to set fire to the mountain.

He was the one who started the fire.

The raging fire seemed to burn away all filth, Yu Li Ke's past, and his 642 relatives.

Then he began a long killing spree that lasted nine years and killed nine hundred and twenty-one people.

Now the only thing missing is the young general.

But three assassination attempts failed three times.

He still remembered that when he went to kill the young general just now, he was sitting high in the hall, holding a sword in his hand, looking up at him with a smile on his face.

"A wild monkey from the mountain got a knife and wanted to use it to kill people. But he didn't know that no matter how good the knife was, it couldn't cut the brocade clothes on my body in your hands."

"I, Chu Xiubai, am from the Chu family of Nanhai, the largest family in Nanhai. There are countless strong people in my family, and any one of them can kill you with a flick of a finger."

"You want to kill me, and I want to kill you too. Now that you've come to my door, someone will cut off your head without me even having to do it myself."

Just as Chu Xiubai said.

In the general's mansion, strong men from the Chu family were already waiting.

But even so, he was still only one step away from killing Chu Xiubai.

Just a hair's breadth away, he could have pierced his heart.

Even with the protection of the innate energy, Chu Xiubai could not stop his long sword.

But there are always regrets in everything. The black-clothed man from the Chu family only struck out with one palm, and the wind whistled. His true energy was like the moonlight at night, and the mottled light fell on his knife, causing his knife to deviate an inch.

He practiced asceticism for nine years, even sold himself into slavery, and even tattooed his face and swallowed charcoal, just to kill this young general who had killed 160 households and 642 people in Black Stone Mountain for no reason, but was still able to enjoy a high position and generous salary, sitting high in Xuan Tianjing, and being called a genius by the people of Xuan Tianjing, and being awarded a title for his military merits.

Backfired.

He failed in the end.

Yu Li Ke's mind was filled with a fleeting sense of memories, as scenes from the past emerged.

But it made his consciousness more blurred.

So he simply stopped running and stopped instead.

He looked down at the long knife in his hand.

"sorry."

The long sword seemed to have a spirit, sending out waves of messages.

Yu Li Ke shook his head: "I am not worthy of you."

The aura emanating from the long sword became stronger and stronger, continuously injected into Yu Li Ke's body, but it seemed to be of no use.

Yu Li Ke could no longer support his body and fell into the corner.

He still held the rice soup tightly in his hand, then raised the long knife and placed it on his neck.

The long sword trembled as if it was crying.

Yu Li Ke was not nostalgic, he just felt regretful.

The long sword moved slightly, and a flower of blood bloomed.

Then, the long knife that had cut through the flesh stopped moving forward.

Yu Li Ke opened his eyes in a trance, but saw a young man in a blue robe standing in front of him.

The moonlight shone on his face, and he seemed to blend with the cold moonlight.

One hand grasped the blade of Gengfan's long sword, so Gengfan did not move forward.

Who can catch the rice soup?
No one else is allowed to touch the soup or rice.

Yu Li Ke squinted his eyes as hard as he could and finally saw it clearly.

He was the young man who came to the dilapidated ancient temple at the foot of Xiuba Mountain a few days ago to deliver a knife.

boom!
With a dull sound, Yu Li Ke finally fell to the ground, but the rice soup was held in Chen Zhian's hand.

He did not hesitate, easily carried Yu Li Ke, and returned to the imperial city and the courtyard.

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Chu Xiubai's face was gloomy and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

At this moment, his elegant temperament had disappeared, and the intense pain coming from his body made his expression distorted, like a demon.

But he still supported his injured body, and took twelve light cavalrymen and a tribute sent by the Chu family because of the assassin, and went straight in pursuit.

He was filled with rage.

The pain in his chest reminded him all the time that he was seriously injured.

He was stabbed by a mountain peasant, by an orphan without parents, by a lowly slave!

As a general of Hirano, he had been in the army for many years and had never suffered such a serious injury.

How could this not make him angry?
It has been nine years since that incident.

During the nine years, for five or six years, Chu Xiubai had been on guard against this man and his evil knife.

Whenever Chu Xiubai thought of this, he felt more and more upset.

Perhaps this is also the reason why he cannot break into the Jade Palace from his innate state.

"Nine years, and you, a lowly slave, just can't forget it."

"In nine years, their ashes have already spread all over the Black Stone Mountain."

"In the past nine years, you should have died three times, but you didn't."

"You must die today!"

Chu Xiubai gritted his teeth and rode across the market.

Even though it was late at night, there were not many people on the road.

However, Chu Xiubai's behavior was still extremely outrageous, but he could not care about all this. If he was punished in the future, it would only be a reckless crime of riding a horse in the street.

He wanted to kill this slave who should have been dead...

No… I have to capture him alive and scalp him myself.

Chu Xiubai thought so and turned to look at a black-clad priest behind him.

Above the head of the worshipper, there was a divine image floating in the air. The divine image looked like a mountain ghost with a third eye, looking up into the distance.

"Someone is helping him."

The worshipper frowned, but kept his eyes tightly closed and said, "That man seems to have practiced a method to gather his energy. He seems to be shrouded in mist, and I can't recognize him."

"But he took Yu Li Ke to the Imperial City." "Imperial City?" Even Chu Xiubai frowned, "How could someone help such a lowly slave? If that feather arrow hadn't suddenly struck, Senior Yuque's cultivation level wouldn't have failed."

But his horse's speed did not slow down, but became faster.

Until we reached the intersection of Fossan Street.

The twelve light cavalrymen stopped moving forward. Chu Xiubai also dismounted and walked into Fosang Street together with the black-clad priest. After saying something casually to the doorman, they came to the gate of Chen Zhian's courtyard.

"Is this the place?" Chu Xiubai asked.

The Yuque worshiper nodded: "The aura passed over the wall and disappeared inside it."

When Chu Xiubai thought of Chen Zhian, there was a hint of hostility in his eyes.

"The courtyards on Fusang Street all have their origins, and some of them are inhabited by aristocratic families. Thinking carefully, Chen Zhian's courtyard is indeed the most suspicious."

"This Chen Zhian has just made some name for himself, how dare he seek death like this?"

The Yuque Worshiper was about to fly into the courtyard.

Chu Xiubai sneered, "Don't worry. If it's really Chen Zhian, it's perfect. I've coveted Chen Shuijun's Yellow Bird Wind for a long time, and I'm just waiting for Chen Zhian to deliver it to me."

He thought this in his mind, ignoring the blood still dripping from his chest, he just took a step forward and knocked lightly on the door.

Even though it was late at night, Chen Zhian still came to open the door quickly.

He opened the door and saw Chu Xiubai and a middle-aged man in black standing at the door. There was blood dripping from Chu Xiubai's chest, and there was a look of surprise on his face.

"How did General Chu come here? And how did he get injured?"

Chen Zhian spoke in surprise, but still stood in front of the door, with the door only slightly open.

"Mr. Chen." Chu Xiubai lowered his voice and said, "A thief came from Xuantianjing and fought with me until here, and I was injured... Now the thief has disappeared, Mr. Chen, can you let me go into the courtyard to rest for a while?"

Chen Zhian suddenly hesitated and did not answer.

Chu Xiubai looked around and asked, "Is it inconvenient for Mr. Chen?"

He looked at Chen Zhian with cold eyes, and his voice gradually became colder, even with a hint of reprimand.

Chen Zhian looked at him and suddenly smiled, nodded and said, "It's not inconvenient at all, please come in."

Chen Zhian turned sideways, opened the door, and allowed the two men to enter the courtyard.

There was no one in the front yard, and the doors of several rooms were wide open, as if the summer heat was dissipating.

Chu Xiubai looked at the middle-aged man in black behind him.

But the man shook his head.

Chu Xiubai frowned. If no one was around, what was Chen Zhian hiding?
He said nothing, and didn't even want to be polite to Chen Zhian, and walked straight to the backyard.

But I saw many medicinal herbs placed in the backyard.

Chen Zhian said with a smile: "General Chen is visiting. Originally, I should treat General Chen with tea, but I am refining medicine and my skills are not mature yet, so I thought of hiding it to avoid the general laughing at me."

Chu Xiubai took a look at the medicinal herbs.

But they are all common medicinal herbs.

Chen Zhian seemed to be practicing alchemy.

only……

Where could the thief go if he disappeared in the imperial city and on this Fosang Street?
If one counts carefully, most of the twenty-four courtyards on Foshan Street are villas purchased by large families in Xuantianjing, and some of them are properties of several princes and princesses.

Apart from the suspicious yard of Chen Zhian, which other yard could the thief have stayed in?
Chu Xiubai was thinking in his heart, and the intense pain in his chest made him look more vicious.

He closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead, but his tone became more and more indifferent: "Mr. Chen, have you seen anyone suspicious?"

Chen Zhian shook his head.

"The thief is already injured and can't get far.

It is hidden somewhere on this Fusang Street, but it has to come out and leave Xuantianjing.

Then he can’t hide from my eyes.”

"Once the truth is revealed, anyone who dares to cover it up will be sentenced to death," Chu Xiubai said coldly.

Chen Zhian laughed and suddenly asked, "General, do you suspect that I am harboring thieves?"

Chu Xiubai seemed to have not expected Chen Zhian to be so direct, and his face was slightly stunned.

Chen Zhian still had a smile on his face, turned his head and looked around, and said: "General, my yard is only this size.

If you don't believe it, just search it. Why are you telling me these weird words?"

Chu Xiubai never thought that Chen Zhian, a mere court painter, would dare to be so rude to him.

The monk Yuque behind him frowned even deeper.

Chen Zhian shook his head and said, "General Chu, I was refining medicine in the courtyard, and you barged in under the pretext of resting. Your words and actions were suspicious and threatening me.

General Chu... I'm just a painter in the Imperial Household Department. I don't have any courage, and my skills are far from being strong.

How can you hide the thieves quietly?"

“But even painters have tempers, General Chu… There are many courtyards on this Fosang Street. You came to my courtyard to question me. Maybe you saw or sensed something.

But I still want to advise you that with my skills, even if a thief walked through my yard, I am afraid I would not be able to find him.

General, don't you suspect that the thief is just using my yard as a cover to deceive people?"

Chen Zhian's words were not polite.

But it also made Chu Xiubai feel confused.

He lowered his head and thought for a while, then raised his head again, his tone unchanged: "But in the other courtyards on this Fosang Street, there are powerful cultivators from aristocratic families. I guess the thief would not dare to enter those mansions."

Chen Zhian shook his head and pointed to the next door: "If you want to talk about suspicious, there is also a young man living next door to me, who seems to be an outsider and lives alone.

Why don't you go and search for it, General Chu?"

Chu Xiubai raised his eyebrows slightly, looked past Chen Zhian and looked at the high wall of red bricks and green tiles.

"This next door is the Si family's courtyard. The third master of the Si family lived there before. Has someone else lived there now?"

He frowned and casually glanced at the black-clad priest behind him.

The black-robed priest understood immediately, and a divine image rose up in the air above his head. The divine image opened its third eye and looked towards the yard next door.

But at this moment, a childish cold snort suddenly came from next door.

"How rude."

Just four words reached the ears of the three people, and then a sword light seemed to break out from the void.

The sword light was dazzling, like an inverted waterfall or a galaxy of stars suddenly appearing.

Around the sword light, the true energy seemed to turn into substance, surging and rolling, creating ripples.

The black-robed priest took one look at the sword light with his third eye and immediately shed tears of blood.

The black-robed priest's body shook, blood flowed from his eyes, his breath suddenly became weak, and the divine image hanging above his head also disappeared.

Chu Xiubai's pupils shrank and he looked at Chen Zhian.

Chen Zhian looked innocent and said, "I told the general that the person living next door is not the Third Master of the Si family."

"Who is that?" Chu Xiubai asked in a low voice.

Chen Zhian tilted his head to think for a moment, then said, "I heard from the concierge that the guy next door seemed to be invited by the Si family."

"It is said that he is from Old Sword Mountain and is some young sword master."

"In my opinion, this young man is quite suspicious. Why don't you mobilize the troops and search him carefully?"

The young sword master of Old Sword Mountain?
Chu Xiubai felt as if his chest was blocked by foul air.

"Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Chen Zhian said, "I thought General Chu was from the Chu family of Nanhai, a noble family before Dayu. If there were thieves, what mansion could they not search?"

Chu Xiubai fell silent and looked at Chen Zhian deeply.

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