In Chiling City, raindrops are falling slightly from the sky. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Located in the southeast of the mainland, the Zhiling District has a warm climate and does not see snow all year round. The rainy winter is already the coldest season here, and there are many fewer people on the streets of the market.

Morin stood by the window of the guest room on the second floor of the inn, fiddling with the medicine bag in his hand. The bamboo window was slightly opened by him, and he glanced out from this gap from time to time. Outside the window, there are pedestrians with umbrellas on the side of the road from time to time, and there are also some small merchants and vendors on the street, braving the rain to do their small business. Morin's gaze did not linger on them, but reached out to three streets—on the bluestone avenue, which was far wider and smoother than the one outside the window, there were no stalls, not even pedestrians.

Morin's gaze is mostly on this avenue, and more often on the gate on the street, and the deep courtyard inside it.

The gate is the gate of the Zhiling District Courtyard Supervisory Committee, and the courtyard is the compound of the Zhiling District Courtyard Supervisory Committee. Morin had been watching like this for five days, and he was a very patient man, and he had been through a longer and harder wait than this. But now his companions looked a little impatient.

Fang Yizhu lay on the bed, put a plate of peanuts on his stomach, and didn't see him do anything, but from time to time, a peanut would jump up and fly into his mouth.

After the last peanut was eaten, Fang Yi sat up boredly.

"Are you sure he'll definitely come?" Fang Yizhu said.

"Definitely. Maureen said.

"Then why is it that it's been eight days, but I haven't seen him yet?" Fang Yizhu said.

"Maybe he, like us, is quietly waiting for an opportunity somewhere. Maureen said.

"Let me point it out. Fang Yizhu said as he took off the plate that was still sucking on his stomach, "First, we are not waiting for an opportunity, just waiting for him, and second, with what you know about him, do you think this is his style?"

"That's why I've been staring at the main entrance of the Prison Supervisory Board!" Morin was also a little impatient. He could calmly wait for the opportunity, but Fang Yizhu was right, at the moment he was not waiting for any opportunity, he was waiting for someone. After learning that Lu Ping was going to save Su Tang, Mo Lin immediately started by finding out Su Tang's whereabouts. The intelligence network of their circle is very powerful, and it was soon discovered that the nightingale was eradicated by the Xiafeng District City Lord's Mansion, and Su Tang was taken away by the Courtyard Supervisory Committee and is currently imprisoned in the Xiafeng District Courtyard Supervisory Committee.

So Mo Lin rushed to Zhiling City non-stop, and began to secretly inquire and pay attention, so it has been eight days, but there has been no news of Lu Ping, and nothing else has happened, the only accident is that Fang Yizhu actually followed him from Beidou Academy to this side. Morin couldn't understand this man. But he couldn't shake it off, poisoned it three times, failed to succeed in two sneak attacks, and finally had to let this guy go.

"I said brother, it's not a matter of waiting for a rabbit like this!" Fang Yizhu sighed.

"I pointed it out. Morin learned Fang Yi's previous tone, "First, I'm not your brother, and second, you can leave at any time." ”

"I think you're still very good at finding people, and I have a little confidence in myself, so I'll leave it to you. Fang Yizhu said, then lay back again, covered his head and fell asleep.

Morin glanced at him, gritted his teeth, and really wanted to poke the poison drill in his sleeve directly. But at this moment, on the avenue of the Courtyard Supervisory Committee, which is always very quiet, two people suddenly walked in.

Lu Ping?

Maureen hurriedly took a closer look, but was quickly disappointed, no.

The two people who came stopped outside the gate of the Courtyard Supervisory Committee, waited for a while, and walked in.

Not a member of the Board of Supervisors.

At this distance, Morin could only tell from the color of their clothes that the two were not members of the Prison Council. For the first time in eight days, the Board had visitors.

Could it have something to do with Su Tang? The two men who had entered walked out of the board of supervisors in about an hour.

At this moment, Mo Lin saw the other party's eyebrows and found that they actually knew each other.

What kind of person is that?

Mo Lin remembered the point meeting a year ago, the one who had just walked out, wasn't it the examiner who was particularly disdainful of the Wind Picking Academy at that time, but was finally knocked down by Lu Ping with a punch!

What is it called? Morin couldn't remember the name, but remembered that it seemed to be a master from the four major academies.

By the way, it's called Ding Wen!

When Mo Lin remembered, Ding Wen was walking out of the main entrance of the Prison Supervisory Committee. He seemed to be unaware of the chilly rainy day in the south. After walking out of the main entrance, he glanced back at the deep courtyard inside the door, and suddenly sighed. Beside him, Mu Yong, the oldest examiner of the Dianluo Conference who walked out with him, was silent without saying a word.

Eighteen years. This was Mu Yong's year as an examiner at the conference. In the long history of the conference, his years were nothing at all. However, in the past 18 years in his tenure, he has witnessed the gradual decline of the Dianlu Conference, and its influence has become less and less than before.

This year's Dian Lu Conference did not even follow the old convention, because of the things that happened at the Dian Lu Conference last year, this year's Imperial Side, especially the Prison Supervision Committee, has been pointing fingers at them, causing the report of the Dian Lu Conference to be delayed again and again.

In the past, that would not have happened.

The Dianluo Conference has nothing to do with the Empire or the Courtyard Supervisors, and its history is even longer than that of the Xuanjun Empire. There is no one or force that can dictate the Dotting Congress.

But now, that is a thing of the past. After the three empires divided the continent, the rule began to seep in all directions. Except for the four great academies and the six powerhouses, there are fewer and fewer forces that can transcend their rule. Even the relationship between the four major academies and the empire has begun to gradually become delicate, and the six powerhouses have always been the targets of the three empires.

In contrast, what is the point of the conference?

Ding Wen, the examiner who really wants to recast the influence of the Dianluo Conference and is actively adapting, has become not optimistic about the future direction of the Dianluo Conference. From the Board of Supervisors, they received a bunch of rules and regulations to be able to hold this time, but what about the next time? Are there some new rules? Next time, next time?

He did not rule out more cooperation with the Empire, and believed that it was necessary for the Empire to expand its influence. However, in the end, such subservience to the Empire was never his original intention. What is the difference between such a rebuke and the recklessness of the empire? Doesn't it also become a tool for them to recruit talents and consolidate their rule?

"It's boring!" Ding Wen suddenly sighed.

Mu Yong was still silent, he knew what Ding Wen was referring to, but he didn't know what else to say.

The two of them left the hospital supervision committee, walked out of the avenue, and walked in the direction of Dianluotai. At the end of the street ahead, three figures turned around and met them.

At first, they didn't pay attention, but when they got closer and closer, Ding Wen and Mu Yong finally stopped, and their expressions were as if they had seen ghosts.

The two looked at each other, but the three of them did not stop, walking past them.

The two of them stood still for a long time, and Ding Wen's shoulders were wet with the rain - he had forgotten to use his ability to evaporate the rain that fell on him.

"Am I right?"

"Probably not. ”

The two looked back in amazement as they watched the three backs walk in the direction they had come.

"Lu Ping?"

"Chu Min?"

"That maid of the Qin family?"

"What are they going to do?"