The gate of the prefecture was wide open. After the imperial envoy was welcomed to the front of the mansion, Liu Lang walked out of the carriage with the help of Uncle Niu. He looked up at the sun above his head. The sun was about to enter summer and said that it was not much hot, but the light was no longer as soft as early spring. Just a glance, Liu Lang felt dizzy.

Liu Lang's expression was still calm, but in the eyes of outsiders, he felt a little more pale and haggard.

He slowly walked to the carriage of the imperial envoy Tang Mingli, saluted slightly, and then said, "Sir, the magistrate is here, please get off the car."

Tang Mingli picked up the curtain and saw Liu Lang bowing his head down and still bowing, he praised the young master of Chang'an magistrate who had never met in his heart. This person had a great spirit. Even if such an unfortunate incident happened at home, this young master Liu could still be calm. This is not comparable to that of ordinary families of officials.

Chen Zijing looked at the condolence couplets and big white lanterns hanging on the gate of the prefectural government office, and frowned slightly and said aloud: "Young Master Liu, is it inappropriate to receive the imperial envoy in this way?"

When the emperor goes out, he must avoid idleness when he is in trouble to avoid striking the dragon face. The imperial envoy already represents the emperor's face, and he cannot see vain wherever he goes. Although it is a bit unkind, the rules are for example, no one must abide by it.

Liu Lang had a look of fatigue in his eyes. He stared at the funeral arrangement at the door without giving any explanation. He just said lightly to Uncle Niu beside him: "Let me withdraw."

"yes!"

Uncle Niu was about to retreat, when Tang Mingli waved his hand: "Forget it, the dead are the most important thing, don't do such a thing that disturbs the dead."

Liu Lang's eyes were a little glow for the first time, but in just a moment, it became darker again. The group walked into the prefecture, and Zhang Shaoyang and the other two were intercepted by layers of soldiers and could not enter the prefecture. The three had to leave and found an inn nearby and stayed there for the time being.

Since the imperial envoy has come to Chang'an, if the matter of the magistrate is not found out, it will probably not stop. Therefore, he will not be able to enter the magistrate's prefecture in a short period of time. Zhang Shaoyang is not in a hurry. He was able to calm down and practice the breath-avoidance method during this period.

But Zhang Shaoyang didn't know if he didn't practice, so he was shocked when he practiced.

When he finally got free and wanted to practice breathing seriously, he realized that he could not practice breathing at all. He originally wanted to hold the breathing out into the inner elixir and forcefully open up the inner elixir, but now he not only couldn't feel the inner elixir, but even the breathing time could only last for a few breaths.

For a moment, Zhang Shaoyang was a little confused. He thought, could it be because he had just escaped from death and his body was still a little weak?

But obviously there was no feeling of weakness. After trying several times but failed, Zhang Shaoyang quickly went to Yao Sanming to find the reason. After Yao Sanming's exploration, he found that the inner elixir in Zhang Shaoyang's body disappeared?

Originally, Zhang Shaoyang's inner elixir was shattered and he seemed to be unable to survive, but because of the magical effects of the Honghu Sword and the Soul-Stationing Pearl, Zhang Shaoyang was rescued again. Seeing that Zhang Shaoyang was the same as before, Yao Sanming thought that these two treasures restored Zhang Shaoyang's inner elixir, which was the effect of resurrection.

Now even Yao Sanming can't tell what's going on. Zhang Shaoyang's original inner elixir was replaced by dense meridians, and the inner elixir had disappeared without a trace. This means that even if Zhang Shaoyang came alive, he could no longer accumulate internal energy, so there was no question of any achievements in the martial arts path.

After learning the news, Zhang Shaoyang was silent. At this moment, he only had one sentence in his heart, your uncle!

I worked hard to be a chef by the Luo River for several months. I almost got killed by the sword energy by pulling the white dew sword. Then I lost the stones for ten days, chopped the water for a month, poked the chopsticks for a night, and then fought with Xi Wu in front of thousands of disciples walking in Jiange. Now I suddenly told him that I can't learn the sword anymore?

Zhang Shaoyang was about to cry but no tears. Suddenly he felt that God was joking with him. He finally became the master of the sword immortal. He finally prepared to concentrate on studying swordsmanship. Now he knocked him to the point of being unable to turn over.

Looking at Zhang Shaoyang's look of eggplant with frost, Yao Sanming laughed dryly: "Although I can't learn swords, fortunately I still have life, which is great."

"Master, is there really nothing I can do?"

Yao Sanming shook his head: "It is okay to learn a few tricks to defend yourself. It is good to treat it as strengthening your body, but it is impossible to achieve something."

"Okay, it seems that I'm really not a sword-learning material, it's okay. Now I can give up completely. When I return to Jiangling, I will be at ease to do business for my father, so as not to scold me all day long."

Looking at Zhang Shaoyang's pretending to be relaxed, Yao Sanming said lightly, and then Zhang Shaoyang bowed seriously to Yao Sanming and slowly walked out of the room.

Before he knew it, the sun had set, and there was still a red afterglow in the sky. Zhang Shaoyang left the inn and walked aimlessly in the city. It was definitely impossible to say that it was not uncomfortable. Zhang Shaoyang felt like he had a bite of pepper, and he was unable to get his feet from scratch. I don’t know when he began to become more and more passionate about martial arts, especially kendo.

It took only a few months to follow Yao Sanming, but this straightforward old guy really deserves the reputation of the sword immortal. Not only did his sword skills reach the pinnacle, but he also had to see the worldly principles more thoroughly than ordinary people.

Zhang Shaoyang has been learning for a long time and has not mastered anything in swords, but his enthusiasm has been almost done. Behind which method Yao Sanming is not trying to sharpen his character? How can Zhang Shaoyang be so smart?

Maybe I learned swords to be a scholar at the beginning, but now I learned swords to be worthy of my sword fairy master.

"Now, Gao Jingshu should laugh at me again." Zhang Shaoyang sighed, and looked at the colorful clouds in the sky gradually darkening, his face became very melancholy.

......

When Tang Mingli entered the prefecture, the first thing he did was not to rest, but to call the coroner who was responsible for the autopsy. Then he asked a group of servants who had had an interaction with Liu Zhi that night. After interrogating the group of people in detail and recording them in the book, the sky outside couldn't help but turn dark.

Tang Mingli got up and opened the door. It was very dark tonight. If it was assassination, it would be the most appropriate choice for such a night.

Tang Mingli just thought about it randomly, then smiled with a self-deprecating smile. He happened to see Liu Lang coming in the distance with a maid. Tang Mingli smiled and stepped out of the room.

"Mr. Tang, I heard from the servant that you have been busy with business. I asked the kitchen to cook some food and deliver it."

"Young Master Liu is intent." Tang Mingli smiled.

After Liu Lang and the maid left, Tang Mingli returned to the room and looked at the three-story meals on the table, which were temptingly fragrant, and an inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Then he sat down, fiddled with the lunch box twice with one hand, and inadvertently looked at the unclosed door.

I don't know when a figure appeared there, standing at the door motionless, like a ghost.

"Sir, please come in!" Tang Mingli suddenly stood up, hurriedly walked forward, and welcomed the figure into the room. In the light, he could see clearly that this person was the famous Gusu Mu.

"The young man you asked me to follow is now in Chang'an."

Tang Mingli turned up a teacup from the table, then slowly poured the tea from the teapot into the cup, and there was no expression on his face. After pouring the tea for half a cup, Tang Mingli raised the teapot and then slowly said: "I saw it today."

"There is nothing worth talking about in this boy, but his father is a famous merchant in Jiangling. I went to do some research. His father's name is Zhang Qingyuan. It is said that he was a native of the capital. Later, he moved to Jiangling and started a business of merchants."

Tang Mingli narrowed his eyes: "So that's it. It seems that he was my father-in-law's old acquaintance before."

"What are you going to do?"

"If you don't, just kill me."

Tang Mingli said calmly, as if it was a joke, but Gusu Mu looked at the young man in front of him seriously, and he only tasted a sip of tea on his own.

"It's not easy to kill it. Do you know who the old man is next to him?"

"Is it the number one figure who is comparable to Mr?"

Gusu Mu sneered: "The sword immortal who is worthy of being a venerable sword in the world, do you think he is the number one figure?"

Tang Mingli was stunned for a moment, but then he drank the tea in the cup and naturally gave up his thoughts: "Since that's the case, then forget it."

Then he took out an ancient book from his arms, with the words "Da Ming Sword Tie" written on it and handed it to Gusu Mu.

A trace of heat appeared in Gusu Mu's eyes, he took the book, then rubbed it, turned the page and looked at it twice. After confirming that it was true, he put it away.

"readily."

Tang Mingli laughed: "Sir, have I ever been unhappy when I made a deal with me? But after all, the teacher has not completed what I explained, so I handed over this book to the teacher, hoping that the teacher can do me another favor."

Gusu Mu frowned: "What's the matter?"

"I guess there will be a good show to be performed tonight. The show is a good show, but it's a bit dangerous. If you are not careful, you may have to move your head. I hope that the gentleman can hide in the dark and ensure that I am thorough at the critical moment."

Gusu Mu thought about it and nodded, "This is not difficult."

Tang Mingli stood up and strode out the door. At this moment, he seemed to have more confidence. Then he didn't even look back and said to Gusu Mu behind him: "If sir is thirsty, pour tea by himself. This tea is good, and it will not be good to drink when it is cold."

Looking at the back that was gradually moving away, Gusu Mu glanced at the tea that was no longer steaming on the table. After all, he didn't touch it. Then he walked out of the room and merged into the night.

......

After inspecting the prefecture for several rounds, Chen Zijing arranged dozens of elite Zhaolin troops under his command in every corner of the prefecture. Until the last position was arranged, Chen Zijing finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The capital city gave him full authority to ensure the safety of the imperial envoy. Chen Zijing understood that it would be no easy task to be able to use Zhaolin's army.

Today, I learned from the boy named Zhang that the two elite soldiers he sent out had been killed. It was obvious that he had been following Mo Chi and secretly tracking Mo Chi for so long, the whereabouts of Mo Chi that he had finally obtained were cut off. Chen Zijing originally thought he had no idea.

The murder of the Chang'an magistrate was probably Mo Chi's actions. Not only did he know about Mo Chi, but he also happened to give him a chance to knock Mo Chi out of justice. How could Chen Zijing be careless about this errand?

The prefecture of the prefecture tonight was a bit weird. As for how weird it was, Chen Zijing couldn't understand it. Perhaps it was the alertness that had been grinding in wars all year round, which made Chen Zijing feel that the seemingly calm prefecture of the prefecture, which was like a surging quagmire, unfathomable.

After everything was settled, he saw the imperial envoy Tang Mingli striding towards him from a distance. Chen Zijing hurried over and saw a simple greeting, and asked in confusion: "Sir, why are you not resting in the room so late?"

Tang Mingli smiled: "I just asked about the case and had no clue, so I came to the general to chat for a few words."

Chen Zijing showed a mouthful of white teeth: "Sir, it's really interesting."

"Interesting?" Tang Mingli was stunned, then laughed out loud and said, "What's interesting? I'm afraid of death. Isn't this coming to the general for asylum?"

"What does this mean by sir?"

"General Chen, I can be sent to Jiangnan Road as an imperial envoy. Naturally, I know about the case of the four victims. I just asked the coroner. The wound on Lord Liu's body is different from that on Jiangnan Road."

Chen Zijing was completely stunned: "Sir, what do you mean?"

"I, the imperial envoy, had just happened to Chang'an before I arrived in Jiangnan. Isn't General Chen strange? I think it was probably someone with ulterior motives who deliberately led me to Chang'an City. The purpose is hard to say. Maybe I don't want me to go to Jiangnan Road, or maybe I can't go to Jiangnan Road at all. Who can tell me clearly?"

"Could it be..." Chen Zijing was extremely surprised and was thinking about these words in his mind, but he felt that the trees around him suddenly tremble without wind.
Chapter completed!