Chang'an: Qinglian Sword Song

Chapter 15 One Light Virtue Square

Few people know Ji Xianke's origin, and no one knows where he came from.

Since his first appearance, he has challenged the most popular swordsman in Chang'an City, and won in one battle.

Those who have witnessed his sword skills are all dazzled by him, saying that his sword skills are unparalleled.Some people say that he is a traitor who betrayed his master, while others say that he is the reincarnated disciple of the bearded man...

About his legend, Li Bai had long heard that his ears were callused, and he even wanted to challenge it.However, that guy used all kinds of slippery excuses to avoid him.

It was as if he had no expectation of confronting others at all.

After staying with him for a long time, even the interest in drawing a sword will be lost.

But now he was stopped on the street.

It's rare for him to be unlucky, so how could Li Bai not take a good look at it?
"Hello, Ji Xianke, right?"

The burly man in front of him took off his mask, revealing the bald top of his head and the criss-crossing scars on his face: "Do you still remember the ghost-faced monk on Zhuque Street?"

"...Where? What monk?"

Ji Xianke scratched his chin blankly, full of puzzlement: "Have you two met?"

Such a confused expression could not be faked, he was really curious about what the visitor was for.

But for those who have been defeated miserably by him, there is no more humiliating answer than this!

"You bastard—"

The face of the ghost-faced monk turned red in an instant, and the right hand holding the Zen staff almost squeezed the gold and iron: "It doesn't matter, you will remember it, for sure!"

Amidst the muffled wind, the heavy Zen stick was lifted up and aimed at Ji Xianke's face.

Ji Xianke was stunned for a moment, and raised his left hand subconsciously: "Wait a minute, how about I buy you a drink? Let's just fight, I'm very..."

He didn't wait for him to rush to speak.

A dull thunder suddenly exploded.

The ghost-faced monk roared and roared, the Zen stick in his hand roared and swept across, swung in circles from his arms, spun, set off a storm, and afterimages flickered.

In the end, countless diffuse afterimages covered Ji Xianke's place, blocked all his escape routes, quickly converged, and trapped him inside.

And the most fatal blow, like a thunderbolt, stabbed at his——

collapse!
The ghost-faced monk's sinister smile froze on his face, and then he threw himself on the ground.

It hit the bluestone slab heavily, and with a loud noise, countless cracks emerged from the slabstone.

And it wasn't until this moment that the whirling Zen stick fell from the air with a roar, and fell into the gutter beside the road amidst the exclamation of the crowd.

"Can't you listen to people speak well?"

Ji Xianke sighed helplessly, and slowly lifted his palm from the back of the ghost-faced monk's head.

In the blink of an eye, the outcome was decided.

Everyone felt a blur in front of their eyes, and they couldn't even see clearly.

Only Li Bai can recognize the figure when the two intersect in an instant.

"So fast..." he murmured softly.

It was the first time he saw someone so fast.

The moment the ghost-faced monk pounced on him, he walked out of his stick shadow cage with ease, waved his hand lightly,
Press the back of his head.

Smashed him to the ground!
A blow to an enemy without even drawing a sword...

"Hey, isn't this Mr. Li Bai?" Ji Xianke, who walked out of the crowd, saw Li Bai not far away, and waved his hand: "Want to drink? I'll treat you."

"Forget it, drinking with you, a guy full of nonsense, the wine will taste bad."

Li Bai shook his head and looked at the long sword on his waist: "To be honest, I really want to see what your sword looks like..."

Those words seemed curious, but to the swordsman, such words were no different from provocation.

But Ji Xianke didn't care, and just waved his hands in distress: "Don't make it too difficult for me, calling once a day is already very hard... How about giving you a number and waiting in line?"

Li Bai laughed, "You don't look tired."

"Can't you be tired?"

Ji Xianke shook his head nonchalantly: "Drinking is fine, but fighting is fine. If you are successful, you should enjoy it. What do you fight every day?"

Just like that, he passed Li Bai casually.

Unprepared.

Even if Li Bai deliberately put his hand on the hilt of the sword, he didn't seem to notice it at all.

Step by step, farther and farther...

After a long time, Li Bai clicked his tongue unhappily.

Full of bullshit guy.

There is not a single truth...

"Mr. Li Bai really hates others telling lies." Li Xiang sighed softly as if he had sensed something.

"How should I say it?"

Li Bai pondered for a moment, then sighed softly: "I just hate the kind of guy who doesn't hesitate to deceive himself with lies, and doesn't want to face the reality..."

For one lie, there will be a second.

Then, gradually in the mire, unable to extricate themselves.

I have seen too many such ugliness.

I hate Ji Xianke, but it's not just that.

As swordsmen who are both good at drinking, logically speaking, they should meet each other late, but unexpectedly, they have no common language.

Li Bai always smelled a strange smell from that guy.

Like burnt charcoal.

It's not just the kind of polite words and slippery attitude that are on the lips that make people know that they are not sincere, nor is it because of the lustful and slutty appearance of drinking and drinking.

but a more fundamental difference.

For Li Bai, whether it is good wine or good poetry, it should be a beautiful color of being proud of life and smiling at the present and tomorrow.But for Ji Xianke, such an indulgent attitude towards life seems to have completely given up on the future.

Luxurious pleasure.

It wouldn't be a pity even if I died tomorrow...

"Let's go." Li Bai dragged Li Xiang to speed up his pace, "Ah Gou cooked dinner and is waiting for us to go back to eat..."

Li Xiang: "Xun! Mr. Xun!"

Li Bai: "How nice is Agou, kind."

Li Xiang: ...

When Yuan Fang pushed open the door, he was almost overwhelmed by the smell of dust in the archives.

No matter how many times I come here, I can't get used to this decadent smell.

In particular, the sensitive sense of smell of the hybrid demon species was tortured even more.

When he returned to Di Renjie with a gray face, the old files in his arms were almost over his head.

"Thank you, Yuan Fang."

Di Renjie pointed to the vacant seat on the table without raising his head, and then ordered: "The fourth class in the B-character room, from ugly to ugly, and bring me the documents related to illegal border crossing."

"Again?"

Yuan Fang complained desperately, but Di Renjie didn't seem to hear it, and still buried his head in the old files—at this time, even if there was thunder beside him, he would not raise his head, like a stone man, Unless the work in front of him is finished or a conclusion is drawn, he can continue in this state until midnight, provided that Yuan Fang forgot to refill the lights in the room.

The young man sighed and left helplessly. When he came back again, he didn't hold anything in his arms. This time, he directly took a cart and brought all the files that Di Renjie wanted.

And when Di Renjie looked up again from between the files, it was already two hours later.

"In this case, for the time being, it is indeed sorted out——"

He put down his pen and stared at the half-foot-high pile of records on his right.

All of them are based on the ledgers unearthed during the rescue and the records involved in the case, and the criminal evidence is pieced together——Ji Xian has counted hundreds of smuggling activities in the past five years, and the net amount involved is as high as hundreds of thousands of gold. The criminals who directly participated in it were There are more than 400 people, and there are countless people engaged in peripheral activities.

Yuan Fang, who was dozing off by the window, couldn't help but sigh: "It's been so long, my lord, what are you still looking for?"

Half a month ago, the ruins of Yunjian Building were dug up thanks to Yu Hengsi's engineering agency beast and the large amount of construction funds advanced by Li Bai.

The big case that shocked Chang'an was exposed under the sun, and the government and the public were shaken. It is said that there were several moths who had taken bribes in Honglu Temple and lost their hats because of this.If it is more serious, it will be treated as the same crime, and it will be sent to the road after autumn.

It can be said that the conclusion has already been sealed.

No one wanted to bring up this unlucky thing again.

However, these days, Di Renjie, despite the disapproval of the world, continued to investigate under the indifferent stares of his colleagues in the DPRK and China, as if not enough people were involved.

No wonder some people gradually classified him as a cruel official.

"As long as there are still doubts about the matter, we must continue to investigate." Di Renjie replied without raising his head: "Besides, isn't Ji Xian's Moluoxiang sales channel still missing? I don't know how much is hidden behind this route. Scoundrel Shuo Shuo, you have to find out."

"The task is almost overwhelmed."

Yuan Fang pressed the roots of his ears helplessly, and his huge ears trembled wearily: "I've been working overtime for half a month, and I can hardly keep an eye on Qing Shanlang's affairs alone."

"Don't worry, I won't give you any more work."

Di Renjie divided the records in his hand into two stacks, and his expression gradually became gloomy: "I'm afraid only in these piles of old papers can we find some clues..."

"What do you mean, my lord?" Yuan Fang asked curiously: "Could it be that Ji Xian has other crimes that have not been discovered?"

"No, it's just a strange place."

Di Renjie knocked on the table, staring at the taller stack of records on the table: "In the past few years, Ji Xian has smuggled more than two thousand government nuclear weapons through the channels of the ghost market through his own network of outlaws and rangers. Outside of Chang'an... I have made countless profits.

Can you understand this, Yuan Fang? "

"Isn't that the way nuclear smuggling is done?" Yuan Fang was puzzled.

"That's the problem."

Di Renjie sighed softly, picked up the thin pages on the right hand side, and recorded: "If the smuggling agency checks from Chang'an for the purpose of making huge profits—"

"But what is the purpose of smuggling agencies from outside Chang'an to the inside?"

Yuan Fang froze in place.

"Inward?"

"Yes, that's right. According to the smugglers and rangers involved in the case, there were at least four times when they were smuggled into Chang'an by external agencies."

Di Renjie knocked on the table and said coldly: "Where to go is a mystery."

"Ghost market?" Yuan Fang asked tentatively.

Di Renjie sneered: "The group of guys in the ghost market have always wanted to sell a piece of grass for the price of gold. The organ cores in Chang'an City can sell them for ten times the price, and they want the organs outside Chang'an City to sell them for ten times the price." What are you doing? Do you think your profit is not high enough? Besides, after they change hands, how much will the price of organ cores skyrocket? Which organist will buy them?"

Yuan Fang became more and more puzzled: "That is to say, in Chang'an City, there are a group of people who are buying agency cores regardless of the cost? Why? Could it be that they want to smash the market?"

He had a flash of inspiration, and his heart was a little stunned.

If the people in the ghost market want to smash the market and take the opportunity to buy another wave, maybe...

"This is even more strange - over the past few years, the price of organ cores on the ghost market has remained at a stable level, and there has been no sudden rise or plunge."

Di Renjie said: "Besides, the value of the agency's core is regulated by Yu Hengsi. Do you really think that group of guys didn't mix in the ghost market? If someone really dared to do this, the richest man could become a beggar."

"..."

Yuan Fang was silent for a long time, then suddenly asked: "Your Excellency is suspicious, does this have anything to do with Wu Yougong?"

Di Renjie nodded.

The demon-seeded boy instantly had the urge to take a breath.

Over the years, hundreds of unsolved cases and countless tragic accidents have all pointed to the existence known only by its name.

But once any action touches this huge mystery hidden behind Chang'an Ghost City, it will disappear like a stone cow like water.

Even the elite hidden guards of Dali Temple would have their throats slit and thrown into the river...

Without knowing the identity of Wu Yougong, no one can be sure whether Wu Yougong exists. Sometimes it even makes people doubt that even this person is a fiction.

But if someone dared to disrespect him or offend his interests, then Antler, the scariest assassin in Chang'an City, would pay a visit and leave an unforgettable lesson.

Over the years, Yuan Fang caught the trace of the assassin named Antler only once.

But Yuan Fang, who claims to be the number one in hiding in Chang'an, can't even discern the other party's location in the dark... Only a wound was left, and the antlers swaggered away under the siege of Dali Temple.

"What is he trying to do?" Yuan Fang murmured puzzled.

"Continue to investigate, and you will find out, Yuan Fang."

Di Renjie raised his eyes expressionlessly: "There are no unreasonable mysteries in this world."

The next day, in the morning, after breakfast, Li Bai stood at the gate of Guangdefang again with a blank expression on his face.

But in Fang City, the passers-by seem to be quite familiar with the young people who often show up these days. People often wave their hands to say hello, and Li Bai reluctantly smiles and responds to them one by one.

But I couldn't help but feel the pain in my stomach.

The closer to the house of the Great Elder's house, the more stomach ache.

Until he walked into the gate, he didn't see the great elder, but saw the young man who had dealt with him these days standing in the living room.

Subconsciously, I want to turn around and leave.

"Hey, hey, you just came here, why did you leave?"

The man named Chen Shi caught up, grabbed his sleeve, pulled him hard, and stopped in front of him with full enthusiasm: "It's all here, at least have a cup of tea before leaving, my god, wait a minute , heavenly beings... the misery in the clouds is calling you!"

Li Bai couldn't move anymore.

Because of being hugged by this guy.

He couldn't help sighing, and wanted to cover his face: "Tell me, who was kidnapped this time or who was detained for breaking the curfew?"

"It's not that troublesome..." Chen Shi grinned: "It's a small matter, a small matter."

Hearing what he said, Li Bai's stomach hurt even more.

At first, Li Bai was still excited and looking forward to hearing such a warm call.

But now, all he had left was a stomachache.

"Heaven, I have a difficult mission for you... Recently, there are too many thieves in the city, and the people are suffering! I hope you will lend a helping hand..."

"My God, the youngest son of the Wang family has been kidnapped, and there is an urgent need!"

"Heavenly man, Ah Da of the Li family is asking for your help. His child is lost, please stand on a high point and help me take a look."

If a child is really lost, or someone is kidnapped, he is really obliged to help.At the beginning, Li Bai didn't understand the routines of these Chang'an people in the clouds, but now he understands—everyone here knows that a young fellow named Li Bai has come here, and he is ready to say "we need help from the heavens" , If there is any trivial troublesome work, I will try my best to push him.

I can't stand it.

"Where's the Great Elder? Did you go out early in the morning again?" Li Bai asked bluntly with a cold face: "If I don't see him today, I won't come in the future!"

"Don't worry, I still have a lot of troublesome work here... Cough cough, no, the Great Elder said yesterday that he wanted to see you very much. Isn't it really hard to find time?" Chen Shi had a warm and regretful smile on his face: " See if this works, tomorrow you... don't, don't, don't leave, so, if you come back the day after tomorrow, I promise, the Great Elder will definitely be there! Definitely!"

"Are you sure?" Li Bai squinted at him.

"Guarantee my uncle's life!" Chen Shi's chest slapped loudly.

"Lying again!" Li Bai snorted coldly, "Your uncle died a long time ago! Yesterday I heard that you burned paper for him!"

"But I respect him in my heart!"

Chen Shi hugged Li Bai's leg and didn't let go: "Do me one more favor, just one favor, brother Li Bai, good brother, please, just this time... I'll give you the money, okay?"

"The day after tomorrow, the Great Elder must be here?" Li Bai asked seriously.

"Definitely!" Chen Shi nodded vigorously.

(End of this chapter)