The young Taoist priest looked at it in surprise and asked, "Master, what is the Snow Wolf Silver Needle?"

"It's just the small tuft of hair on the tip of the tail of a kind of wolf found in the snowy regions of the far north."

He stood up from the ground, "This is the most difficult but best material in the world for making brushes!"

"...Master, what you mean is that someone used this thing to kill them?"

"Of course, Grand Master!"

"Master, I'm hungry."

The old Taoist priest raised his hand and gave the young Taoist priest a slap on the head, "You know how to eat! I told you to be optimistic about our Taiyi Taoist temple. What do you think? One guy was burned to the ground by those brats of Changsun Jinghong!"

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"I have traveled all over the world to serve as a teacher, but I don't even have a place to live... You, Wuwei, you are indeed Wuwei!"

Saying this, the old Taoist priest carefully put the wolf hair into a small wooden box, "Let's go, find a place to stay for a night first."

The two masters and apprentices walked out of Qifen Alley and happened to pass by the police officers led by Xiang Dong.

"Master, why are you keeping that thing?"

"Master is thinking that this might be Xi Wei's tail!"

Wuwei was stunned, "Didn't you just say it was a wolf's tail? How did it become Xi Wei's?"

The old Taoist priest raised his hand and slapped Wuwei again, "Xi Wei is the great master!"

"The only person in the world who can use this snow wolf silver needle to make calligraphy brushes is Xiao Chuanting, a master brush maker from the former Yong Kingdom."

"Xiao Chuanting made two silver wolf pens like this in his life. One is in the palace of Wu State, and the whereabouts of the other one are unknown after the Yong State was destroyed... Xi Wei was a former Yong State, and at the same time, he was

Grand Master, this deal may be on him!"

The young Taoist priest Wuwei was stunned for a moment, "But master, I don't know who Xi Wei is. Besides... since he is the great master, master, you can't defeat him. How are you going to search him and find the pen?"

The older Taoist priest did not give the young Taoist priest Wuwei a slap this time, "The Xiao family has not been wiped out. As long as we find people from the Xiao family, we may know who Xi Wei is!"

"What are you doing to find Xi Wei?"

The old Taoist priest stopped.

The little Taoist priest Wuwei bumped into his back.

The old Taoist priest raised his head and looked at a shop next to him - Lao Sheep Soup!

The little Taoist Wuwei forgot what he had just asked. He shrugged his nose, and a sweet smell of mutton floated into his nostrils, and his stomach suddenly growled.

The old Taoist priest said something that had nothing to do with eating:

"It was that old guy Xi Wei who asked the emperor to come to our Taiyi to practice Taoism!"

"It was agreed that after the emperor has cultivated the Taoism, he will make me, Taiyi Dao, the state religion..."

"Now that the Emperor is gone, our Taiyi Dao is gone too!"

"Of course this debt must be settled on his head, otherwise, how will fellow Jianghu people view me, Taoist Master Qingfeng?!"

The young Taoist priest Wuwei swallowed a mouthful of saliva and whispered: "Master, you can only settle accounts after you have eaten!"

"Besides... in this huge sea of ​​people, how can we find the Xiao family with just one hair? How can we find that Xi Wei?"

"Well, tomorrow I will send out Jianghu stickers for my teacher, maybe..."

Taoist Master Qingfeng's words were interrupted by little Taoist Priest Wuwei, "Tomorrow is tomorrow. Master, how about eating first?"

Taoist Master Qingfeng turned his head, glared at the young Taoist Wuwei, and walked forward.

"You only have five cents left in your pocket. Do you still want to eat sheep?"

"This is a bullshit world. Steamed cakes are sold for eight cents each. Let's go to the Temple of the Emerald Buddha!"

"...Master, the Jade Buddha Temple is a monk, and we are Taoist priests!"

"Of course I know that as a teacher, monks can beg for alms, but why can't Taoist priests?"

"Walk!"

"If you don't give us food, you will beat those bald donkeys hard for me!"

"I tell you, the Temple of the Emerald Buddha is extremely rich, but it is not comparable to our poor Tai Dao!"

The little monk Wuwei's eyes suddenly lit up, "Then you will ask those bald donkeys to stew a pot of dog meat for us!"

Old Taoist Qingfeng was stunned for a moment, "What a great idea!"

The two of them headed towards the Temple of the Emerald Buddha.

Li Chenan and Hua Manting also arrived at Juxian Pavilion.

Just at dusk.

The lanterns in Juxian Pavilion have been lit.

In the courtyard of Juxian Pavilion, there was a shrunken old man standing in front of a plum tree.

Hua Manting pointed at the old man and said to Li Chen'an: "He is your grandfather Mr. Chunfu's best friend, and he was Nian Chengfeng, the crown prince's Taibao, one of the three divisions!"

"Didn't you say that the regent is tired?"

"You need someone capable to help you."

"When I ask you out, I'm just asking him to drink a bottle of wine."

Nian Chengfeng, who was under the plum tree, turned around with a look of helplessness on his face: "I have been waiting for you for half an hour for this drink, and the flowers have all withered. You are finally here!"

"Let's go in and warm up a pot of wine!"

"I'm freezing to death!"

He walked over and looked at Li Chenan, "Are you Li Chenan?"

Li Chenan bowed his hands and said, "That's right."

"...You and Li Chunfu don't look much alike!"

Li Chen'an was speechless for a moment, then heard the old man say something else: "Don't tell me, she does look a bit like Queen Lu. Let's drink first!"

The three of them went upstairs.

Went directly to the third floor.

There is only one room on the third floor of Juxian Pavilion.

It's called Half City Smoke.

There were only three people sitting in the huge room——

Li Chenan, Hua Manting, and Nian Chengfeng.

Before the food and wine were served, Hua Manting had already ordered the waiter to get pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Under Nian Chengfeng's surprised gaze, he started writing!

What he wrote was exactly the poem that Li Chenan casually said on the way.

After finishing writing and putting down the pen, Hua Manting picked up the piece of paper, blew it and handed it to Nian Chengfeng.

"Look, what does this poem look like?"

Nian Chengfeng took it and squinted his eyes slightly to take a look... After a moment, he raised his head and looked at Hua Manting.

"The words are simple, the meaning is concise and the meaning is profound."

"Why are you suddenly feeling compassionate?"

Hua Manting raised her eyebrows and pointed at Li Chenan: "My brother got angry because of love."

Hua Manting briefly told Nian Chengfeng about her encounter with the charcoal seller, and then Nian Chengfeng looked at Li Chenan seriously.

He did not ask why Li Chenan wrote this poem, but asked:

"What happened to you?"

After rolling so much in the snow, they did not change their clothes, so there were many water stains and mud marks on their clothes.

"There were several assassins trying to kill him."

Nian Chengfeng's eyes narrowed again, "Don't be careless, you can live a good life, it will be good for you, and it will be good for Ningguo, Jiangshan and Sheji!"

After he said these words, Hua Manting felt relieved.

This shows that Nian Chengfeng, who has always been stubborn, has recognized Li Chenan through this poem!

From this poem, Nian Chengfeng already knew what kind of person Li Chenan was.

As Li Chenan warmed a pot of wine, he already roughly understood the purpose of Hua Manting's appointment with him to meet the former crown prince's security guard.

Brother Hua has good intentions!

Knowing that it is difficult for him to have a senior official who can take charge of his role, are you going to ask this old man to come out personally?

If the old prince's Taibao is willing to come out and have him sit in the position of Prime Minister, then I will really feel much more relaxed.

I feel much more relieved when I leave this palace.

But he is so old, and things in the court are piling up...

He must not die of exhaustion in the political hall!

Nian Chengfeng didn't know that Li Chenan was worried about his life and death. He took the poem and looked at it carefully and asked:
Chapter completed!