When he learned that something like this happened in Bianjing, Zhao Jun also understood the seriousness of the matter.

The old man has indeed reached the point where he can't go back, otherwise the Great Song Dynasty, which has finally stabilized, will be in chaos directly, and the people who will suffer at that time will not continue to stay.

That night, Zhao Jun told Ye Yin that the old man was going back, although Ye Yin was a little sad, she didn't know that her father was definitely going to leave with her, but she also knew the seriousness of the matter, so she didn't say anything.

It's just that from this day on, the palace no longer has such a cheerful atmosphere as these days.

Old Taishan and the old man began to prepare things to go back, and Zhao Jun also planned to give the old man something to prepare.

In Bianjing, after many days of investigation, the mysterious people finally found out where Zhao Duan went.

In a certain green building, several people were gathering here, and the Oiran of the green building on the bed was knocked unconscious.

Several people began to exchange information with each other.

"I found out that he came out of the palace last year, and there were not many people with him, except for the old eunuch beside him, it was some big internal offerings, and Zhao Chongguo's house was still in the capital and did not follow him."

"I found out that he went to Yunzhou County!"

"Yunzhou County? The place in the Northeast where birds don't poop? Where did he go? ”

"What else can you do, look at his little son! However, until now, Liaoyun Pass has not received any news of his return, so where should he still be. ”

"Very good, now that he knows where he is, and Zhao Chongguo is not by his side, it is a good opportunity!

This time, we must kill this tyrant and avenge the master! ”

"That's right! Gotta kill him! ”

"In order to ensure the smooth operation of this operation, after the dispersal is dispersed, we will go and inform the Supreme Elders of each sect, I can't do it, so many Supreme Elders will shoot together, he will not die!"

Without the protection of Zhao Chongguo, this time the tyrant is dead! ”

"Hahahaha! I was finally able to avenge Master! Twenty years! Twenty years! I've finally waited for this day! ”

"Who isn't, this time we must break this tyrant into pieces!"

"As long as we can kill this tyrant, we can not only avenge his destruction of our sect, but also completely collapse the Great Song Dynasty, doesn't he care about this foundation the most?

We also want to give him a taste of the destruction of his inheritance! ”

"That's right! Let him also experience our feelings, and if we catch him, we will not kill him first, we will let him watch his hard work for half a life be ruined! ”

……

The plan was discussed, and the people in the box quickly left.

After a day, the old bustard in the green building saw that they had not come out for so long, and knew that they had not even called for food, so he panicked, and hurriedly led someone to open the door, and saw the Oiran on the bed at a glance, and hurriedly stepped forward to check, but was horrified to find that the Oiran was dead, and he was forced to break his neck and die.

Soon, the old bustard reported to the official, but after the official came to see it, he could only helplessly say that he couldn't catch the murderer at all, because the experienced servant had been able to judge that the person who killed this oiran was definitely a person in the martial arts, and they couldn't beat each other at all, let alone who killed it now.

The case became a headless case.

At this time, as these people in the capital transmitted the news of the emperor's departure from Beijing back to their respective mountain gates.

In the Zhongbei Mountain of Guanzhong County, a white-bearded old man leaped in the air, crossed dozens of steps in a few steps, and walked out of Zhongbei Mountain towards Yunzhou County.

In the Nanyang wilderness, a lame old Taoist priest walked slowly on the official road with a dog on his back, carrying a long strip of black cloth wrapped in a tight object and also heading towards Yunzhou County.

Out of the dense forest at the junction of southern and northern Hunan provinces, a silver-haired old woman was covered with bottles and cans, wearing gorgeous clothes, and four gorgeous women carried a sedan chair out of the dense forest, heading in the direction of Yunzhou County.

In Shuzhong County, there was a long-bodied swordsman with a goatee dressed in white, moving wantonly among the mountains and mountains, directly crossing the mountains and crossing the river to Guanzhong County, and also going in the direction of Yunzhou County.

And in Haifu County, an old monk walked out of the back mountain of Lingyun Temple, holding a rosary made of large beads of an adult's fist, and embarked on the road to Yunzhou County while reciting the Diamond Sutra.

The little monk in the temple saw him out of the temple and hurriedly went to find the abbot.

"Abbot! Abbot! The old monk who has been staying in the back mountain since coming to our temple twenty years ago has left the temple! ”

Master Xuan'an, the abbot who was doing the morning class, was stunned when he heard the sound of the wooden fish in his hand, and after a while, he put down the wooden fish stick in his hand, put his hands together and pronounced the Buddha's name:

"Amitabha, go and go.

Fate comes and fate gathers, fate goes and fate disperses, and what can't be kept can't be kept after all.

Twenty years have passed, and what should be over should have an end after all.

Qingchen Master Ancestor still hasn't let go after all!

Amitabha!

……”

The little monk couldn't understand what the abbot meant, and scratched the little bald head with a puzzled face.

However, the abbot finally asked him, "Have you finished your morning service today?" ”

The little monk's face suddenly changed, and he hurriedly ran out of the abbot's room.

After the little monk left, the abbot looked up at the statue of King Ming on the wall in a daze, and said slowly:

"When is the time for retribution......?"

……

Half a month later.

On the first day of February, it was raining lightly.

The usual noise in the city of Liaoyun Pass was gone, and everyone took shelter from the rain in their houses.

In the only inn in the city, the shopkeeper saw that there should be no more guests today, so he beckoned Xiao Er to close the door.

"Little Liuzi, hurry up and close the door, there should be no guests this year, you go home early, and I will rest early!"

Xiao Erxiao Liuzi's face suddenly showed joy when he heard this, he can finally get off work early, his daily salary is fixed, and the money will not be less than his, and the next quarter of an hour early is to earn a quarter of an hour, so he hurriedly responded:

"Alas, good! I'll go now, shopkeeper! ”

Hearing the excitement in Xiao Liuzi's words, the shopkeeper shook his head helplessly, and began to seriously take up today's accounts.

The abacus made a crackling sound between the flips, which was unusually crisp.

After Xiao Er replied, he hurriedly walked to the door, and after moving the things that belonged to the inn outside the door back to the inn one by one, he picked up the wooden plank leaning against the wall and prepared to close the door.

However, at this moment, Xiao Er, who inadvertently turned around, found that a figure had faintly appeared in the rain.

Rubbing his eyes, before he could open his eyes and take a closer look, the next moment he suddenly found that a person appeared on his body, and he subconsciously jumped back in shock, and then he saw that it was actually a white-haired old man who appeared in front of him.

This look is very strangely dressed, with white hair, and the long shirt on his body is also white, but he is barefoot, and his eyes are as calm as water at this moment, as if he is looking at a dead person, which makes Xiao Er subconsciously shudder.

He stood there as if he were a statue.

After hesitating for a while, swallowing his saliva, Xiao Er subconsciously asked, "Guest officer, do you want to sharpen your face, or ...... Or do you want to stay in a hotel? ”

After Xiao Er's words came out, the white-haired old man seemed to have a sudden life, and said lightly: "Live in the hotel." ”

As he spoke, the old man threw it casually, and a gold leaf fell into the small second-hand.

Xiao Er was stunned at first, and then shocked!

Gold Leaf! This is a big customer!

A smile suddenly appeared on his face, and while smiling and letting go of his body to welcome the old man in, he turned his head and shouted loudly inside:

"Shopkeeper! It's a visitor! ”

Bento first walked into the inn with the old man.

However, Xiao Er didn't notice that it was raining outside, and the old man didn't bring an umbrella, but there was no water stain on him or the road he walked.

Moreover, the gold leaf that the old man gave to Xiao Er just now, in the cracks of the leaves, there were still dark red blood stains that had not been cleaned up.

That's how he brought people into the inn!

……

(End of chapter)