It didn't take long for the people in the city guard to find out that Zhong Dajun had been kidnapped, and began to search around the city of Yangzhou, and the armed forces of the lords showed a strong ability to control them, and in a short time, they found some clues, and then came to the ruined temple outside the city with torches.

In the ruined temple, they saw Zhong Dajun in a pool of blood and blood, and after confirming that the noble man was no longer breathing, everyone's faces were full of nervousness and uneasiness.

Those famous gardens on the banks of the Fuchun River, because of Zhong Dajun's bizarre death, also became tense, especially as the follow-up clues were found, the atmosphere became even more depressing.

"Half an hour ago, the two monks got on the official ship of the Southern Jin Dynasty, and at this time they should have reached the lake, even if they chased with a speedboat, they were afraid that they would have to go to the other side to catch up. ”

Cui Xiang looked at the wrinkles on his old father's face, and after a moment of silence, he said: "The Zhong family's reaction was very strong, and they asked to send someone to board the ship immediately to chase after them, but they were temporarily suppressed by me. ”

This lord of Cui Valve looks like an ordinary rich man, but compared to his father, the real ruler of Qinghe County, he still seems not calm enough.

The old lady once served as the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty, and he had supreme prestige in Qinghe County, and he turned over his hand to **, so that Qinghe County regained a good opportunity that was difficult to find in a thousand years, but he was such a powerful old man, he looked no different from an ordinary old slave, in fact, he had seen Ning Que as an old slave.

"The Zhong family is such a mature son, he died so miserably, it is natural to react strongly, you deal with it very properly, you can't let their anger destroy the rare peace of Qinghe. ”

Old lady Cui put her hand into the copper basin, slowly rubbed the towel that was scalded by the boiling water, and her tired voice was gradually stretched out, and said, "But the identities of those two monks must be found out." ”

The most important reason why the lords of Qinghe County reacted so low-key to tonight's bloody case was because the biggest suspects were two monks. Buddhism in the world today is as low-key as in previous years, but with the defeat of both the academy and the Taoist sect, people are gradually becoming wary of the power of those monks.

The old lady put a hot towel over her face and was silent for a long time. He felt that Zhong Dajun's death should have another hidden meaning, but there was nothing he could do.

"Be quiet, be quieter. His old voice echoed through the wet towel and mixed with the hot mist in the quiet study, "At this time, Qinghe must be quiet. ”

Cui Xiang knew where his father's worries or fears came from, but the Xiling Temple couldn't destroy the Tang Kingdom for a day, and Qinghe would have to be afraid for a day, so what was the use of being quiet?

Old lady Cui crumpled the towel into a ball and threw it into the copper basin, looked at him and said, "You should also be low-key for tomorrow's birthday banquet, as for the red-sleeved move,...... Send them out of the country. ”

Cui Xiang looked at the white cloth on his father's face and suddenly thought with malice, this was really like the picture of those old people when they died, and then calmly walked out of the study.

The study was silent, the old lady trembled and walked to the desk, picked up the teacup at the right temperature, put it to her lips and drank it lightly, her face full of wrinkles full of worry.

The teacup in his hand was trembling slightly, and the clear yellow tea was like his true mood at this time. After learning of Chung Dae-jun's death, he was as calm as he had been in the past years, but who could have known that he had begun to fear and began to feel uneasy.

From the beginning of his enlightenment in ethnology, he made a grand wish to lead Qinghe County back to its independence and glory thousands of years ago, and cut off from those barbaric and ignorant Tang people, but he has never dared to do anything, so he can only wait honestly.

He recuperated his body, strictly controlled his diet, lived for more than a hundred years, and was still healthy, and even lived for many more years, before he finally let him wait for that day.

The Master departed from the world.

Mrs. Cui began to leave a name in history. But he was still afraid, especially every night, when he watched the bright moon shining on the Fuchun River, he couldn't even sleep with fear.

Guanhai Monk and Wudao will go by boat to break the night, they will go directly to Xiling to participate in the light festival held by the temple, maybe on the way Wudao will get some kind of opportunity from the bloodshed of that night, and leave.

Wang Jingluo disappeared into Yangzhou City with a straw hat, and no one except Ning Que knew that he had been here, let alone where he was hiding now and what he was going to do.

Zhong Dajun died, Qinghe County began to be uneasy, those famous gardens on the banks of the Fuchun River began to be afraid, Ning Que finished what he wanted to do, and left Qinghe and came to Daze.

This is a very ordinary passenger ship, compared with the ships of the Southern Jin Dynasty Navy Division that are cruising around on Daze, it is pitiful, and even a little bigger wind and waves will make the ship swing very badly.

The speed of this kind of passenger ship is very slow, it takes two days to cross Daze, and the people who take this kind of boat are naturally ordinary people who have no money. The seemingly vast expanse of Daze, the lake scenery that quickly became boring, and the cabin with a bad smell but nowhere to hide, made these people who were already a little numb become more and more numb, and only the sound of vomiting sounded from time to time could let people know that this was a living person.

Ning Que sat at the stern of the boat, did not go to the cabin to squeeze out a sleeping place with those people, the two-day journey was not difficult for him, if it wasn't for the fear of attracting attention, he didn't even need to eat.

The wind on the lake was very strong, and there was a lot of dampness in it, and he sat in the stern of the boat, looking at the white foam on the surface of the lake, without any poetry, just silently thinking about something else.

His telekinesis was felt between heaven and earth, and he didn't want to alarm the cultivators in the Southern Jin Dynasty Water Master, so he was precisely controlled on the lake behind the boat, and part of it fell into the lake.

On that snowy day, he wrote that word on the snow street and cut out tens of millions of knives, and from that moment on, he was a drunkard and a butcher, and he didn't dare to step into Chang'an.

However, he couldn't sit in the city forever, he didn't want to be a prisoner of Chang'an, especially after the news came back from Momoyama, he knew he was leaving.

If the world knew that he had left Chang'an City, he would be greeted by endless assassinations, and perhaps even the next moment, he would see the flask swaying in the lake breeze on the boat.

He needs to be outside Chang'an City to be able to write that word.

However, the people of the world now, like the passengers in this passenger ship, are numb, and bear with silence in the face of things that cannot be escaped, who can be with him?

If there is no one who is in the same way, how can you write that person's character?

Ning Que looked at the sand gulls on the lake, holding his right hand on the hilt of the iron knife, silently thinking about this question, from day to night, and then to the morning light illuminating the surface of the lake into a fish's belly.

Still nothing.