The wind and rain were gusting, and the chill was heavy.

Gong Qinghong walked slowly on the misty mountain stone steps, although the torrential rain increased, but he always had a faint smile on his face.

Because he just sowed another seed, no matter what the result of going up the mountain today, at least it is not empty-handed.

"The road must be taken step by step, and the meal must be eaten one bite at a time. A little adds up to a lot, and a trickle becomes a sea. Sooner or later, these people will wake up, and the geese will return to their nests and become my Honghu arm help! ”

Boom!

At this moment, there was a crisp and pleasant sound of copper chimes piercing through the rain curtain and reaching Gong Qinghong's ears.

The smile on the corner of Gong Qinghong's mouth suddenly disappeared, his face was solemn, he stood upright, and bowed to the end.

"Honghu Gong Qinghong, ask to see Yu Daochang, Qingcheng Group."

As soon as the words fell, the fog that shrouded the road ahead spread out to both sides, revealing a simple and elegant rain pavilion on the mountainside.

A rather strange scene appeared in front of Gong Qinghong.

I saw that the wind and rain invading in the mountains stopped abruptly outside the court, and if I encountered a thunder pool, I couldn't step into it at all.

In the pavilion, there are stone tables and stone benches, and there are curling green smoke rising from a ring-eared incense burner on the table.

A faint fragrance wafted out, all the way into Gong Qinghong's nose.

In such a fairy scene, Gong Qinghong only smelled a pungent smell of blood.

The furnace is antique, and the incense is musk.

The fire that burns incense is the people's fat and the people's anointing.

A middle-aged man with a white face and beard sat in the pavilion, wearing a cyan robe, with eye-catching small characters tattooed with gold threads on his chest.

Qingcheng Group, Yu.

Behind him, there were two young men in strong suits with their heads tied in buns.

Although there are no obvious signs on the men's bodies, the black rings between their fingers reveal their identities.

The only person who can carry a simple temporary edict at any time can only be a brocade guard!

"Even the children of their own Taoist sect are inserted into the brocade guard to eat the imperial grain, so blatantly picking up the wool of the imperial court, it seems that the life of the Yu family is not easy. No wonder you have to try your best to get rid of the Gu family and find a way to make money for yourself. ”

"It's a pity that all kinds of calculations ended up in Li Jun's hands."

Gong Qinghong was slandered in his heart, but his saluting hands still did not let go, and he said respectfully: "I am tired of Yu Dao Chang coming down the mountain to greet him, Gong Qinghong is terrified. ”

"It's not that I went down the mountain to greet you, but that you Honghu people smell bad and don't deserve to go up the mountain."

Gong Qinghong had a bit of a self-effacing bearing, and he was not stunned by Yu Canghai's sarcasm.

"In any case, Dao Chang Yu was able to take time out of his busy schedule, and Qinghong is already grateful."

"Still cheeky as always. Does your rituals require that only shameless people be promoted?"

Yu Canghai's temper was the same as his flying sword called 'Red Dragon', and it was all fiery.

Seeing that the other party was always so aggressive, Gong Qinghong didn't plan to retreat again and again, put his hands behind his back, and said coldly: "If Daoist Yu looks down on Honghu so much, then why do you have to go down the mountain to meet today?" ”

"This seat is the 100 households of Jinyi Wei in Chengdu Mansion, and you are the anti-thieves arrested by the imperial court. This seat is here to arrest you, not to see you. ”

As soon as Yu Canghai's words fell, the two Jinyi guards on the left and right took a step forward at the same time.

At the same time, the shower that was blocked outside the pavilion was like a wind blowing, slapping on Gong Qinghong's cheeks.

Gong Qinghong's face did not change, and his expression was neither humble nor arrogant, "You are a hundred households, but Honghu is not a bandit." ”

"Whether it's a bandit or not, I don't need to explain. When you enter the edict, you will naturally admit it obediently. ”

Yu Canghai flicked his fingers, and a line of fire suddenly appeared in the rain.

The sound of the sword was drowned out at this moment.

"The villain did not kill people and set fires, but he was to be imprisoned. Those thugs who commit violence with force can get away with it, what kind of reason is this?! ”

Gong Qinghong's voice was like a bell, echoing in the mountain road.

Zheng!

The line of fire flies, and the tail flame drags the evaporated water vapor behind it, and the sound is terrifying!

"Seeing that his son was unjustly killed, and he still can't take revenge, what kind of father's truth is this?!"

Yu Canghai's facial features were hideous, and his voice was like frost, "Are you teaching me to do things?!" ”

Gong Qinghong replied loudly: "Don't dare, the villain just wants to do things for the adults of the hundred households!" ”

Airplanes!

The line of fire stopped suddenly, and Gong Qinghong's sideburns flew in the wind.

But he still had a calm face, indifferently looking at the red flying sword hovering in front of his eyes.

Yu Canghai sneered, "Do things for this seat, what do you rats need to do?" ”

"Naturally, it's a trivial matter that you can't make a move."

Gong Qinghong smiled slightly, "For example, killing Li Jun for you avenges the murder of your son." ”

"Just you? A small vertical and horizontal knife catcher. ”

Yu Canghai said disdainfully: "It is clearly written in the newspaper of Jinyiwei's mansion, your promotion ritual was destroyed by Li Jun, and you are already disgraced, and now you dare to speak out here?" ”

Gong Qinghong's face did not change, "The situation of the day, Li Jun is not in the calculation, it is just a sideways variable."

Yu Canghai crossed his eyebrows and sneered, "Do you think this seat will believe your quibble?" ”

"Whether it's true or false, seeing is believing, hearing is false."

Gong Qinghong laughed, waved his wet sleeves, and bowed to Yu Canghai again.

"True or not, why don't you try again, my lord? If not, you won't lose anything. ”

"Or are you willing to just watch Li Jun get along in Chongqing Mansion, and don't worry about the end of the day?"

The wind and rain were like obscurity, the beating tail flame made a crackling sound, and the high temperature roasted Gong Qinghong's face painfully.

After being silent for a long time, the people in the pavilion finally spoke slowly: "Vertical and horizontal sequence, towards Qin and Dusk, there is no decision." Say, what does the Hidden King want from this seat when he sent you this time? ”

"Daming treasure banknotes, military firearms, healing elixirs. Both. ”

Yu Canghai squinted, "Gong Qinghong, are you provoking this seat?" ”

Gong Qinghong's expression was sincere, "The villain doesn't dare, Honghu took these things just to help the frontier guard suppress the turmoil in the criminal area, and it will never appear in the empire itself." ”

Yu Canghai sneered: "Do you think this seat will believe these nonsense words of yours?" ”

"As long as you say it movingly enough, won't the mountain ghost also listen to people tell about Hongye? And my lord, you are a hundred households in Jinyi, and you should know Honghu's skills. Li Jun is just an insignificant meeting gift. ”

Gong Qinghong stretched out his hand and pointed to the magnificent Taoist temple hidden in the mist above his head.

"That's what Honghu can really do for you."

Airplanes..

The flying sword spun and fell into the long sleeves of the Taoist.

"Today in Qingcheng Mountain, I haven't seen you in this seat. Don't let me see you anywhere else. ”

"Rest assured, tomorrow's Jinyi Weidi newspaper will only say that Chengdu Mansion Jinyi Wei successfully captured a member of the Honghu Organization who intended to infiltrate in Qingcheng Mountain."

Gong Qinghong bowed to the end, and when he got up again, the rain pavilion was empty.

Only the curling green smoke from the incense burner was still rising.

The mist on both sides of the stone staircase swarmed again, engulfing Gong Qinghong's figure in it.

(End of chapter)