I come to see Bai Yujing today

Chapter 93: The Young Painter Who Killed Unpolished Jade Alone [Monthly Tickets Plus]

The strong wind had stopped, but it brought in clouds and fog, blocking the sun in the sky.

The sky suddenly turned gloomy, and the layers of green scenery on the mountains appeared even deeper and richer in the dark sky.

Chen Zhian sheathed his sword and approached the woman who was still spitting blood.

The woman looked young, with pretty features, and her eyes no longer had murderous intent, but instead revealed a strong sense of pleading.

Chen Zhian looked down again and saw that under Yang Sui's long sword, the flesh on the woman's right leg was torn apart, almost to the bone. Looking up, blood was constantly flowing from her abdomen.

The violent true energy penetrated into her through the long sword, damaging her internal organs, causing the woman to continuously spit out blood mixed with fragments of her internal organs.

Even if someone has cultivated to the level of Unpolished Jade Yuanguan, being hit by a two thousand forged sword coupled with the Nine-fold Sword Force would not be able to withstand it, no matter how strong his physique or how hard his bones are.

Chen Zhian slowly squatted down in front of the woman, looked at her carefully, and asked, "Which family sent you here?"

The woman opened her mouth but no words came out.

Chen Zhian felt it was a pity. It seemed that he could not get anything from this woman.

But this is how it is when monks fight. If you hold back, you will be in great danger.

If he didn't hold back and wanted to defeat his opponent, he would often have to use all his strength and would not be able to consider whether she could speak after being defeated.

"Why don't I say it and you nod? They sent you here, but they killed you. You must have some resentment in your heart. If you speak it out and cause trouble for them, you will be able to die with peace of mind."

"Is it the Li family?"

The woman didn't respond.

"Is it the Si family?"

The same is true.

Chen Zhian couldn't help but frown and suddenly felt a little annoyed.

He pulled out his long knife and stabbed it into the woman's heart. More blood flowed from the woman's mouth, and she finally died with a "huh, huh" sound from her throat as the blood flow was blocked.

Chen Zhian wiped off the large bloodstains on the Yang Sui long sword on the woman's body, leaving only a few spots of blood. Then a flash of true energy flame flashed in the long sword, burning it clean.

He stood up, looked at the woman carefully again, and then turned to go down the mountain.

This woman came to kill him, and even though she bowed to him before attacking him, as if she felt guilty, Chen Zhian would not let her go just because of that word of forgiveness.

The two memories were mixed in his mind, and also brought back the ruthlessness of his previous life.

In addition, after coming to Xuan Tianjing, he had seen and heard a lot, and understood that in today's world, if one does not make decisions when necessary and does not kill when necessary, it will only bring more trouble to oneself.

“In Xuantianjing, there aren’t many people who have grudges against me. They are just the Si and Li families. There’s no need to ask them clearly.

Just try to climb higher, then stand on a high place like today, and then look down, and you will be able to see clearly easily. "

Chen Zhian thought about this and walked down the mountain.

But after taking only two steps, another sound of breaking air was heard.

Chen Zhian gripped the hilt of the knife at his waist, frowned and raised his eyes.

But in the distance, two shadows were seen wandering in the mountains and forests, leaping and moving at an extremely fast speed.

These two shadows were also mixed with red true energy, which was extremely sharp and hot, and must have entered the threshold of the wonderful method.

After another two or three breaths, two shadows rushed out of the forest and their figures gradually appeared.

There were two people, a man and a woman. The man was about thirty or forty years old, and the woman looked to be twenty-seven or twenty-eight.

They were all wearing patched clothes. The man was wearing the [Xiezhi patch] of the Inspectorate. He was actually a Xiezhi envoy of the Inspectorate with the character "Di" (di), of the same rank as Jiang Taiping. However, the long sword on his waist was an ordinary [Xiezhi tooth], not the long sword that Jiang Taiping wore when he returned to the court.

The other woman was wearing a flying fish patch and had a narrow blade at her waist.

The two men walked out of the woods. The female Feiyuwei grasped the hilt of the narrow blade at her waist and looked at Chen Zhian vigilantly.

The middle-aged Xiezhi envoy took a few steps forward and came in front of the masked woman.

"Dead?" The Xiezhi servant bent down and saw that the woman was dead beyond dead. He turned around and looked at Chen Zhian.

He looked up and down at the young man in front of him, and saw that the true energy in the young man's body seemed to be flowing, but it seemed to be covered by a layer of hazy gauze and could not be seen clearly.

But...why is this boy so young?

The word "earth" made Xiezhi feel confused.

The Feiyu Guard at the side took a few steps back and whispered to the Xiezhi Envoy, "Master Liu, I have seen the portrait of this young man in the Inspectorate."

"What identity?"

"He is a court painter of the Imperial Household Department. He has recently written a poem and a poem, and has become very famous."

"Hmm? Is it Chen Zhian?"

The middle-aged man turned his head to look at Chen Zhian, then turned his head to look at the dead masked woman beside him.

"This Wang Fengsu...was he killed by Mr. Chen?" the middle-aged man asked.

Chen Zhian frowned, still thinking in his mind.

But when the Xiezhi envoy and the Feiyu guard saw the long sword in Chen Zhian's hand and the bloodstains on Chen Zhian's brocade clothes, they already had the answer.

The twenty-seven or twenty-eight-year-old Feiyu couldn't help but pursed his lips.

She remembered that this [Liuhuoshan] fugitive had the cultivation level of the Unpolished Jade Realm.

Isn’t it said that this young painter Chen Zhian is only eighteen or nineteen years old?
At eighteen or nineteen, how to kill the unpolished jade monk? There is no name of Chen Zhian on the young tiger monument.

She thought so.

The Xiezhi envoy saluted towards Chen Zhian and said, "Master Chen, I am Xiezhi Liu Shanze from the Inspectorate, and this person is a fugitive from the Inspectorate, named [Wang Fengsuo], and was born in [Liuhuo Mountain]."

"This person was originally captured by several Xiezhi from the Inspectorate. When she was being escorted back to the capital and passed by Xiuba Mountain, she used a Xuanmen treasure to escape. We searched for her many times for two consecutive days, but could not find any trace of her.

I never thought that she was hiding in Xiuba Mountain and was spotted by Mr. Chen."

"This person wants to kill me." Chen Zhian suddenly said, "And she knows my identity and came here specifically to kill me.

Lord Liu, this person doesn't look like a fugitive in a hurry, but more like... a killer who has followed me on purpose."

Chen Zhian's words shocked Liu Shanze, who frowned, lowered his head and thought for a while, then said, "Liuhuoshan is like Xi Penglai, where bandits gather... They also assassinate and buy and sell heads on weekdays. Mr. Chen, who have you offended?
This Wang Fengsuo may have received some information in the past two days, so he came to kill you."

"Did the Li and Si families hire someone to kill someone?" Chen Zhian thought to himself, but he also felt that... leaving such a direct trace was not what such a big family did.

"In any case, this man is dead, so Master Chen has made a great contribution. The imperial court has offered a reward for these bandits.

A person of the fifth level of unpolished jade, and also a fugitive, the reward is probably several hundred taels of gold. I will send the reward to Master Chen after the case file is closed."

When Liu Shanze said this, he suddenly turned around, lowered his head and fumbled around the woman's body for a while, and actually took off two finger gloves as thin as cicada wings from the index and middle fingers of her right hand.

The finger rings seemed to grow on her skin, extremely thin, almost integrated with her fingers, and even Chen Zhian could not see through them. "According to reason, Mr. Chen killed the felon, so the treasures on her body should belong to Mr. Chen." He threw them casually, and the two finger rings flew towards Chen Zhian.

Chen Zhian reached out and took the two knuckles.

He looked at Liu Shanze in surprise. The finger ring in his hand must be a Xuanmen treasure. He didn't see it just now. This Xiezhi user named Liu could have taken it for himself, but he actually picked it for him?

Liu Shanze smiled, and his dark face showed some frankness: "The Inspectorate arrested Wang Fengshuo, and this finger ring should have been the spoils of the Inspectorate, but when Wang Fengshuo escaped, he took it back by some unknown means.

The person who escorted Wang Fengsuo was my fellow disciple, and he has been held responsible for dereliction of duty, but the responsibility for the finger sleeves was not reported. It was only said that they were damaged during the capture of Wang Fengsuo.

If it were to appear on the corpse now, my fellow disciple would be guilty of an even greater crime."

“And I don’t have the guts to take such a Xuanmen treasure for myself, so I simply reminded Master Chen as a favor.

I just ask that if there are any follow-up questions, Lord Chen please don’t bring up the issue of the knuckles.”

He said it calmly. Chen Zhian thought about it and smiled: "In this case, I am still busy going to the banquet. Thank you two for this.

If the Inspectorate has any questions in the future, let them come to Foshan Street."

"According to the rules, of course I have to ask." Liu Shanze clasped his fists and said, "It's just that Fusang Street is the land of the imperial city, and Xiezhi's coming and going is afraid of disturbing the adults. The specific details are nothing more than that this person met Lord Chen when he was hiding.

If Lord Chen kills him with a knife, just consider it as a record of what I have done."

Chen Zhian nodded and turned to go down the mountain, but suddenly turned back and asked, "Master Liu, your fellow disciple who committed dereliction of duty and let Wang Fengshu escape, but I don't know his name? And which Tianzi Xiezhi's sect is he in?"

Although Liu Shanze was puzzled as to why Chen Zhian asked such a question, he still answered: "The one who failed in his duty was [He Ling], and the Xiezhi in the sect was [Cao Yanzhu], Lord Cao."

Chen Zhian carefully wrote down the two names and went down the mountain.

"Master Liu, was it really this young painter who killed Wang Fengsu?" the Feiyu Guard asked, with some misfortune in his eyes.

Liu Shanze looked down at the woman's corpse: "With my eyesight, I can't see through Chen Zhian's cultivation... Moreover, this person suddenly became famous in Xuantianjing, and even wrote a poem to ruin the reputation of the Li family, but he is still alive and well in Xuantianjing. He should not be underestimated."

The woman suddenly said: "Perhaps the reason why Wang Fengshu wanted to kill Chen Zhian was because of Li..."

"Shut up." Liu Shanze sneered, "You are so outspoken. A noble family wouldn't resort to such direct means. If they were to do it, they would try to make it look as good as possible."

The Flying Fish Guard lowered his head, but was still a little unconvinced: "Being straightforward is often faster, more accurate and ruthless, isn't it better than those roundabout ways?"

"It would be better if we could kill him." Liu Shanze sneered, "But if he is not dead like today, then we will inevitably suspect them."

"So what if I have doubts?" Feiyuwei looked towards the mountain road, but there was no trace of Chen Zhian on the road.

"Even if this young man is extremely talented, he is alone anyway. Does he dare to blame the Li family?"

Liu Shanze thought for a moment and suddenly nodded: "Yes, the young genius who died is actually not a genius at all."

Feiyuwei wanted to say something, but Liu Shanze snorted coldly: "What are you standing there for? Go carry the corpse."

The woman's expression fell.

There is no distinction between men and women in this Inspectorate, only between superiors and subordinates, strong and weak.

If she doesn't carry the smelly and dirty corpse, does she have to let the Xiezhi do it?
-

It was already evening. Guiyun Room was located in a villa outside the city. All the guests had left, leaving only the people inside Guiyun Room.

Today is the birthday of Liang Wenjun, the owner of Guiyun Room, and countless guests have come.

Liang Wenjun was not only the master of the Xuanmen in the Dayu court, but also the Grand Secretary of the Dayu Jianshan Pavilion. He even had the title of Doctor Yu Feng of the Imperial College, which was enough to make him hold a high position.

Because of this, many big cities and noble families sent people to congratulate.

In addition, as the Zuochao Festival was approaching, many people from the Xuanmen sect had already begun to enter Xuan Tianjing, and they also came to this manor to congratulate.

So today, there were more than 160 tables for the birthday banquet alone.

If Dr. Liang had not already invited chefs from five or six restaurants, I'm afraid he wouldn't have been able to make it in time for the banquet.

Shen Haohao was busy from morning till night.

The banquet finally ended at the time of Shen.

As a disciple of Guiyun Room, she naturally did not need to take care of the miscellaneous affairs in the villa. Instead, she set up a banquet with the other thirteen or fourteen disciples of Guiyun Room to celebrate the birthday of her master.

Dr. Liang is over 40 years old and no longer seems to be young.

But she was less than fifty years old, but she was already one of the top 20 Xuanmen masters in Dayu, so naturally she had a very high status in the court.

She was very happy today and drank a lot of wine. Now seeing all the disciples celebrating her birthday, she felt even better.

Even if one is a cultivator, even if everything goes well and no disasters occur, he can only live for a hundred years.

And how many times can we spend the spring and autumn in family reunion?
Even such a strong man had red cheeks from drinking today, and his usual coldness and strictness turned into kindness, which made the disciples quite uncomfortable.

Shen Haohao looked out the window from time to time, wondering when Chen Zhian would come.

But at this moment, many fellow students had already stood up to toast and presented their own gifts.

Shen Haohao suddenly became timid.

"Xizhou Luan Quzhi..."

"The stone was made by Ji Anmei, the master craftsman of Tianshan Mountain."

"Hey, there are actually thunder-raising stones. If they are carved into sculptures, thunder and fire will flow on them. Not only will it look beautiful, it can also scare away evil spirits."

As fellow students presented their gifts one by one, Shen Haohao couldn't help but look a little flustered.

Among these fellow students, more than a dozen of them from prominent families gave some very precious gifts.

There was also a junior sister who was born in a poor family, but she also personally sewed a long dress as a gift. Although the gift was small, it made Liang Wenjun smile. I think the master felt the junior sister's kindness.

But I am the only one...

Shen Haohao couldn't help but sigh when he thought of this.

She originally wanted to break through the seventh level of divine charm before preparing a gift for her master’s birthday.

But her retreat lasted much longer than she expected, leaving her no time to carefully prepare a gift.

I went to look for Chen Zhian yesterday, and suddenly remembered Chen Zhian’s extremely unique paintings, and then I came up with an idea.

But no matter how you think...

Even though the paintings of the court painter Chen Zhian were unique and worth money, they could not reflect her feelings.

"Chen Zhian's paintings are by no means shabby, they are even very good and unique... But if you think about it carefully, Chen Zhian is a court painter. If Master wants him to paint for him, he can just talk to the Ministry of Internal Affairs..."

"As the master's disciple, I only invited others to paint, but I did not prepare anything myself. I can't say I was doing my best."

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