"In the ninth year of Tianjia, Chu Lun entered Beijing for the exam. This trip made him fail the exam for the second time, and the journey was mainly relaxed. He did not take the Xijiang River route, but went south by carriage. When he left Beijing, he was empty. Zuo Lang gave him money and set up stations along the way. This year was originally mediocre, but later I thought about it that from this year, Chu Lun could recognize Liu Chengde."

Qian Yu leaned on the side of the coffin and looked at Zuo Qingzhou. He hid Zuo Qingzhou's body under Huashang Inn, filled with incense, and piled up all around him with books in front of Zuo Qingzhou.

"How did you know this year?" Cang Ji put on the new clothes that Xi Yan brought, looked at him side while tying his belt, and saw that although Jinglin was slept on his head, he did not really take a nap.

"I checked the inspection office's procedures. In the ninth year of Tianjia, Liu Chengde visited the south. Not only did he overlap with Chu Lun's route, but he even met time. The two of them met in the south. It was also after this trip that Chu Lun frequently mentioned in the letter that Liu Chengde could entrust a letter." Qian Yu said softly, "It was a crisis at that time, and some people in the capital began to suspect Zuo Lang. Liu Chengde came too well, and it was when Zuo Lang urgently needed help. After Chu Lun met Zuo Lang and told Zuo Lang that the difficulty of the case was not Yaxing, but in the court. Zuo Lang also believed that Liu Chengde was outstanding in virtue, so he specially worshipped under Liu Chengde's disciple and formed a name for teachers and students to facilitate his actions."

"Since he was able to deceive Zuo Qingzhou, it was not surprising that he could deceive Chu Lun." Cang Ji sat down and said, "What happened later?"

"It was still the tenth year of Tianjia. Zuo Lang used his father and brother to impeach the censors and instigated the censors to supervise the poor supervision and condone the rampant trafficking in various places. At that time, the emperor would go to court. He heard that the incident was summoned by local governments involved in the case and reported it to Beijing. However, everyone who went there insisted that there was no such thing. The Zuo family fell into a huge reputation for it and was criticized." Qian Yu said, "Zuo Lang was cautious by nature. If he had not obtained any exact evidence, he would never act rashly. At that time, Liu Chengde secretly supported him, which made Zuo Lang more grateful. But it was also at this time that Liu Chengde persuaded Zuo Lang and Chu Lun to temporarily stop contacting, so that Zuo Lang and Chu Lun's subsequent news exchanges must be conveyed by him."

"Bridge." Jinglin suddenly opened his eyes and said.

"Bridge?" Cang Ji thought about it and suddenly remembered their conversation in the Tongling Void Realm. Jinglin once guessed that Zuo Qingzhou and Chu Lun still had news since Tianjia ten years ago, but they no longer rely on letters, but some channel, but they did not expect that it was Liu Chengde.

"How come I never thought of it." Jinglin frowned and pointed at the middle of his eyebrows. "As the inspector and censor, Liu Chengde can use his duties to enter and leave Kyoto inside and outside. He has gained the trust of these two people. If he can get the news, it will be him."

"Yes, it's only him." Qian Yu said, "The news of Tianjia 11th is transmitted by Liu Chengde, and the situation becomes more and more tense. Someone in the court has pointed directly at Zuo Lang, and the situation in the Zuo family in Beijing is becoming more and more difficult. The case is imminent, and the stalemate is only a few months ago. Liu Chengde was ordered to go to Dongxiang for inspection, and he met Chu Lun again. However, this time, he did something."

"What's the matter?"

Qian Yu supported himself, poured a cup of tea in front of the table, and when he picked it up, he raised it to Jinglin, saying, "Liu Chengde gave Chu Lun a pen."

Jinglin's heart suddenly sank, his face remained unchanged, and he said, "A pen?"

"It was the pen demon that brought variables." Qian Yu raised his head and drank it all. "Although I had never explored Chu Lun's life spectrum, I had a clear idea of ​​Zuolang's life spectrum. According to the life spectrum, Zuolang's first prize in the 12th year of Zuolang's 17th year of the emperor died suddenly. In the third year of the new emperor, Zuolang will thoroughly investigate these cases and cannot escape from all over the country! Dongxiang, west route, north, and south, all officials of all major and small participating in the case were displayed in Dali Temple. The government and the country were cleared, and the old cases were cleared, so Zuolang thus reached the top of the cabinet and was open for life! There was no Chu Lun at all, and there shouldn't be Chu Lun, but Liu Chengde gave Chu Lun this pen when the important time was concerned." Qian Yu's eyes were hatred, "This pen tampered with the life spectrum, disrupting the path of ordinary life, causing Zuolang to be wronged and tortured all kinds of torture!"

"This pen." Jinglin had a vague guess, which made his always determined idea overturn again, and it was a mess. He said with a deep eyebrows, "How do you know that this pen has the ability to tamper with the fate spectrum?"

"I don't know." Qian Yu leaned over with the table, with the fox looking vicious. "If I knew, I would have killed Liu Chengde first and then folded this pen. It was because I didn't know that he allowed him to fall into Chu Lun's hand. Later, I went to the underworld and found that the fate spectrum was turned over by people and changed beyond recognition. Only the Yining Sage can have such special ability in this world! But how strange! Did the Yining Sage know that he didn't know at all? He threw this pen into the pen - did the gods in the Nine Heavens Realm have fallen to participate in human affairs and be accomplices for the tiger?!"

Jinglin said: "Yining is a straightforward person, so there may be twists and turns in this matter."

"I don't believe it." Qian Yu said word by word, "I don't believe in the gods, Buddhas and demons in this world. I only believe in my eyes. If they all participate in it, even the wise men of Yining, or even the God of the Nine Heavens, I will clear the line one by one and ask them to pay their lives to Zuolang one by one."

Jinglin's fingers half covered his narrow eyes. He stared at Qianyu and said, "If you have such skills, Zuo Qingzhou would not die in prison."

Qian Yu's lips were red, he breathed rapidly, and his fingers were tense.

"You have a private relationship with mortals and kill animals indiscriminately. After pursuing the Soul-Chasing Prison or the Divisional Division, you are going to be an animal. As long as you mention a few more strokes on your life chart, even if you are a monster, you will not be able to save your life even if you are a beast." Jinglin closed his eyes tiredly, and after a while, he said, "Do you know why I came?"

Qianyu left the beginning and said awkwardly: "I heard it's for a bell."

"It's just an excuse." Jinglin said, "I came for Zuo Qing's day."

Qian Yu immediately retreated and said, "You, you."

When Jinglin opened his eyes again, he was already deserted. He said, "To be honest, we are both responsible for the entrustment. Zuo Qingzhou's entrustment only has three words. If you can calm down, I will tell you." Qian Yu looked at Jinglin, but Jinglin turned up the teacup and changed the subject, "But you can't follow us to continue investigating the case."

"I won't let it go"

"How long can Zuo Qingzhou's body last? One month or one year? He is dead." Jinglin said coldly, "He will rot and disappear in front of your eyes, and you don't even have a chance to return to your soul."

"What does this have to do with you! I have my own way."

"This has nothing to do with me," said Jinglin, "it's just related to Zuo Qingzhou's entrustment."

"You lied to me." Qian Yu stared at him, "Zuo Lang is inseparable from me, he will not make any commissions without hiding me."

"Just as you think your life is foolproof," said Jinglin.

Qian Yu was shocked and wondered, saying, "If you sincerely help me, why don't you allow me to check it out!"

"I am not helping you." Jinglin said, "Zuo Qingzhou's mortal body is useless, and you are not here for the most urgent matter. Even if I allow you to investigate, you will end here. As a fox demon, you have crossed the line, and now you are pursuing this matter again, unless you are like Hua Shang, and you have a life substitute. However, your fox tail is broken, and now it will only hinder my feet. I will investigate the case. According to Zuo Qingzhou's entrusted, I will lead you to a path of life, bury this body, and go to Huangquan Lijinkou and others."

"Who are you waiting for?"

Jinglin smiled as if he was not aware of his smile: "Who will you wait for in this life?"

Qian Yu suddenly opened his eyes, and he grabbed Jinglin's sleeve and said anxiously: "The ghost man took his soul. It was the wrong time to chase Huangquan. Has he not reincarnated yet?"

"Ghost knows." Jinglin pulled out his sleeve from his hand and said, "The ghost messenger always likes to be lazy in doing things. You can wait a moment, maybe."

"If you lied to me," Qianyu said, "you"

Jinglin suddenly looked serious and said, "Li Jin has many souls, and there are not ten thousand or eight thousand. You must find them one by one and recognize them one by one. But if you miss this time, you will really not be able to see them."

Qianyu was stunned, Jinglin stood up and said, "Zuo Qingzhou's entrustment is only three words."

Qian Yu said: "You said."

Jinglin said: "I can't let go."

Qian Yu's eyes suddenly turned red. He turned his head and looked at the coffin, choking speechlessly, believing eight points.

When he came out, Cang Ji bumped into Jinglin, pressed his chest against half of his shoulder, and whispered: "Didn't you say Zuo Qingzhou left early?"

"Yes." Jinglin said, "Not bad."

Cang Ji looked at his calm eyebrows and said, "Ah" and said, "You're going to cheat him."

"Yes." Jinglin said.

"What did he do?" Cang Ji said, "If he can't find it, wouldn't it be more painful than not."

"You didn't say it." Jinglin looked up, "Don't he forgets Zuo Qingzhou. Since he doesn't forget, remember it until he dies."

"No." Cang Ji blocked Jinglin's road by relying on his height, saying, "You saw that the case had been investigated by the wise man of Yining, and he was afraid that he would be silenced by others. So, this case does involve people in the Nine Heavens Realm?"

Jinglin barely moved the corners of his lips. Seeing that the rain was endless, he stood shoulder to shoulder with Cang Ji under the eaves. When he pondered for a while, he said, "Liu Chengde released a gate god in the brothel to stop you, right?"

"The God of Whip." Cang Ji said, "It tastes like paper."

Jinglin looked at him unbearable and said, "Did you eat?"

Cang Ji felt something was wrong and replied carefully: "I ate half of it and vomited it out again."

"That's really paper." Jinglin thought for a while, patted Cang Ji quietly on the back of the shoulder, and comforted him speechlessly.

Cang Ji's face changed and he said, "Paper?!"

"That's a magical painting technique." Jinglin said, raising his hand and drawing Cang Ji in the air. "Put the pen and ink, and you can live with your pictures. A powerful person in the Nine Heavens Realm can draw objects without paper. The monk in the drunken mountain cannot do it, but Dongjun can do it."

The green light swam along with Jinglin's fingertips, and suddenly a fat carp appeared between the rain curtain. The carp "thumped" into the rain, swam in the air for a few times, and turned into a green light and dissipated.

"In other words." Cang Ji leaned against the pillar and looked down at Jinglin. "Your god can only be used to draw objects from the paper, but the horse whip god that day was covered on the paper."

"The mystery comes out here." Jinglin said, "Even if you are painting objects, no one can draw so exquisitely. There are not many people who have such painting skills in the nine heavens."

"Since that evil demon is your brother, can't he draw it?"

"Brother Tao has been naughty since he was a child." Jinglin paused to Cang Ji and said, "Except for the most exquisite painting of old turtles, the rest are all paintings of cats and mice, and wolfs and rabbits. He is so delicate that he has all the armor patterns. Even if he lives for another five hundred years, he may not be able to draw it."

Cang Ji looked at the rain and said, "It's true that it's going to involve the Nine Heavens Realm."

“Not only that, we know more.”

"for example?"

Jinglin wiped off the raindrops splashed on the back of his hand and said, "As far as I know, there is only one person who can draw to this point."

Cang Ji said: "Yining wise man?"

Jinglin did not answer, but said, "The monk from the drunken mountain has not appeared for many days, so I miss it."

"Do you miss the monk Zuishan or his righteousness?" Cang Ji laughed inexplicably, "It seems that we Jinglin will be blind too."

Jinglin hugged his shoulders and said, "I am not familiar with him."

Cang Ji learned to say: "Who said confidently, 'I don't believe in happy words, but I believe in Yi Ning'? No old acquaintance is reliable." He patted his strong arms to show his magnanimity and never blamed him.

Jinglin kicked his calf, and Cang Ji stepped back. Jinglin went further and kicked, but Cang Ji stretched out his arms and pulled it into the bend of his arms. He covered his head with his wide shirt and walked into the rain with Jinglin.

After a few steps, Jinglin said, "There is an umbrella."

Cang Ji looked at Ye Yu and said to Jinglin, "A few steps away." He paused for a moment and said, "This will make you look 'similar'. You have me and I have you. Hurry up and squeeze out the fragrance of the fox's body, and I have my smell the best."

Jinglin poked an umbrella halfway up his waist and opened the plain paper umbrella with a "bang".
Chapter completed!