Embers of Sword

Chapter 415 Annoyance
The door opened.

Jiang Qihu stood there in a daze, stunned for a moment.

"Master Tang... Master Tang?"

He looked at the Taoist robed woman in front of him in disbelief.

Now many people know that the world's master Tang Fengshu is being held in the back mountain of the Taoist sect, being suppressed and guarded by the great Taoist Chongkan himself... just like the "Yanxie" ten years ago, it is unknown how long he will be imprisoned before he can be released.

All the major families and sects are observing the movements in the "Book Building".

The relationship between the Young Imperial Master and Master Tang is known to the world.

It is impossible for Chen Jingxuan to remain indifferent when Master Tang was suppressed.

Because of this incident, Jiang Qihu, who was transferred back to the imperial city from southern Xinjiang, has been preparing for battle and has had a lot of time these days.

Although he holds a position in the Imperial City Department, in a sense, he is also a member of the library. Whenever Chen Jingxuan gives an order, Jiang Qihu will step forward at the first moment without any hesitation.

But Jiang Qihu never expected this.

Before the library could take any action, it all "ended".

No repression, no imprisonment.

Master Tang, who had disappeared for many days, suddenly appeared in front of him.

So, the person Qin Qianlian brought was actually the master of the temple?

Jiang Qihu heaved a sigh of relief and sheathed his sword. He smiled and scratched his head, looking at the man at the jade table: "Sir... I heard from Sang Zheng that the book tower formation has been activated. I am worried about your safety."

"Um……"

There was a soft response from the Qingyu case.

However, Chen Jingxuan's voice sounded a little tired at this moment: "Don't worry, I'm fine."

Benhu vaguely sensed something was wrong.

"Then...I will step down first?"

He raised his eyebrows and glanced at Master Tang, feeling strangely unfamiliar, and the uneasy premonition in his heart did not ease.

After leaving the library, Sang Zheng couldn't wait to step forward and asked, "Master Jiang, what's the situation inside?"

Jiang Qihu frowned, looked at the library door that had closed again, and said slowly, "The person inside is Master Tang."

"Master Tang?"

Sang Zheng's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

He patted his chest, feeling relieved. "You scared me... I thought Qin Qianlian had bad intentions. Wait, if Master Tang is fine, why does Lord Jiang look like that?"

There was no sign of relief on Jiang Qihu's face, but rather a serious expression.

"I think there's something fishy about this."

Jiang Qihu murmured softly, "Given Chongkan's character, how could he let her go for no reason?"

……

……

Time goes back to half an incense stick ago.

Golden threads hang from the dome of the hall.

The jade table was like a sword, splitting the hall in half. Qin Qianlian, wearing a Taoist robe and with his hands behind his back, walked into the library with another covered woman.

"Mr. Chen, long time no see."

Qin Qianlian said softly: "After not seeing you for many years, you seem to be no different from before..."

The golden thread of destiny falls down and weaves into a screen.

Chen Jingxuan slowly sat up, straightened his clothes, and adjusted his posture. After a dozen breaths, the screen dispersed, and he resumed his usual neat and flawless demeanor.

Qin Qianlian narrowed his eyes and looked at the thin scholar in front of him.

Qin Qianlian smiled and said, "Just like before, he looks like a 'sickly ghost'."

"..."

Chen Jingxuan didn't care about this sarcasm.

His eyes fell on the woman next to Qin Qianlian. Although the woman was wearing a veil and a hat, some people... even with layers of disguise, Chen Jingxuan could recognize them with just one glance.

"A thousand cups of wine is too little to meet a close friend, but half a sentence is too much to talk without speculation."

Qin Qianlian looked around, appreciating the magnificent golden library, and finally his eyes fell on the golden lines on the dome.

The second son of the Qin family spoke slowly, "I don't like nonsense. Didn't you send people to the Dao Sect three times? Everyone knows what you want to do... I've sent you the person you want."

Say it.

Qin Qianlian left.

Only Chen Jingxuan and the Taoist woman wearing a veil and hat were left here. "Are you... okay?"

Chen Jingxuan was silent for a long time, then took the initiative to speak, breaking the silence of the hall. As soon as he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and waved his sleeves in the air.

Wow!

A silent breeze blew past, brushing across Chen Jingxuan's sleeves and lifting Tang Fengshu's veil.

The veil fell to the ground.

The woman did not stop him.

The two looked at each other.

Thousands of words, all in silence.

People outside said that during this period of time, Tang Fengshu was imprisoned in the back mountain of the Taoist sect and suffered from thunder strikes.

After looking at each other for a moment, Chen Jingxuan made up his mind.

What the outside world says is true.

Although the face under the veil looked as white as jade and intact, Chen Jingxuan caught a glimpse of Tang Fengshu's wrist and forearm when the Taoist robe fluttered.

Taoist monks do not cultivate their physical bodies.

But he has "Gang Qi" to protect him.

Now, the part of Tang Fengshu's skin that was exposed was pale and had traces of blood.

obviously.

The protective qi had been shattered.

A hint of coldness flashed across Chen Jingxuan's eyes. He knew very well that the only person in the Taoist sect who could cause such harm to Tang Fengshu, who had reached the Great Perfection of the Yin Shen Realm, was Chong Kan.

"I am fine."

Tang Fengshu said softly: "The thunder refining technique is nothing special. The injury to the skin is the most insignificant pain in the world."

Chen Jingxuan knew that with Tang Fengshu's Taoist heart and perseverance.

This pain is really nothing.

She was probably the most stubborn person he had ever met in the world.

"Daomen...what happened?"

Chen Jingxuan showed reluctance and said through gritted teeth, "You are the master of the world after all... How could Chongkan treat you like this?"

That’s what it means.

But how could Chen Jingxuan not know where the "root" of all this came from.

After Xiaoyaozi went into seclusion, Great Immortal Chongkan took charge of Taoism. This great immortal had an almost pathological pursuit of "a good reputation in Taoism". In recent years, the Taoist precepts have become extremely strict. The biggest thorn in Chongkan's side is the love story that has been circulating in Fangyuanfang in recent years.

Ultimately, the "suffering of thunder and fire" that Tang Fengshu suffered in the Taoist sect should be blamed on himself.

Chen Jingxuan said in a gentle voice: "Please bear with me for a while. I will use the [Huanyuan Instrument] to check your heart lake soul and see if there are any soul injuries left."

After saying that, a golden thread dropped from the dome and swayed towards the woman like a willow leaf.

Tang Fengshu took a step back and moved his head slightly to avoid it.

The golden thread fell.

Chen Jingxuan was stunned.

"What happened in the past is in the past. Why bring it up again?"

Tang Fengshu lowered his brows and said softly, "I came to the library today for one thing. If I am willing to give up the title of 'World Master' and leave the 'Dao Sect', are you willing to give up the title of 'National Master' and leave the Great Chu Imperial City?"

This question brought silence back to the entire library.

Chen Jingxuan stared at the woman in front of him.

He looked a little dazed, and his hand, which subconsciously held the teacup, trembled constantly.

This question did not receive an answer...until Jiang Qihu broke in and then left.

And there are some problems.

No reply is the best reply.

"understood."

Tang Fengshu said in a hoarse voice, "I am sorry for disturbing you."

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(There will be another update in the afternoon.)
(End of this chapter)