A few black umbrellas carefully escorted the woman in the white dress out of dozens of steps and got into a carriage waiting there.

The young man who came out of the half-collapsed sesame oil shop always looked at the woman in the white dress without squinting, and it was not until the woman in the white dress lifted the curtain and sat in that he sighed and said, "It's really beautiful." ”

The black-clothed swordsman who was sitting not far in front of him only then came back to his senses, thinking of the meaning of the short three words of the woman in the white dress, a feeling of great joy and shock to the point of numbness first filled his body.

"Pretty?"

Only then did he begin to chew on the words of the young man behind him. There is no doubt about the beauty of the Night Chief, but it seems to be a blasphemy for a giant of the country like her, such a cultivator who can only be looked up to, just using the word "beautiful" to describe her appearance.

The sound of horses' hooves sounded, and the carriage carrying the female head of the Great Qin Dynasty instantly penetrated into the smoke and rain and disappeared.

The vast majority of black-clothed swordsmen also disappeared into the streets and alleys quickly and silently, just as they came.

The streets and alleys that had been blurred in the rain finally woke up completely, and more and more people came out of their homes to see what was going on, but in just a few breaths, the sound of countless gold and iron hitting the ground drowned out the sound of rain and thunder.

In an instant, countless incoming chariots formed an iron wall, blocking their view.

"Your name is Ding Ning, you are from Wutong Luo's wine shop, why did you come here to get sesame oil?"

Under a makeshift canopy, a middle-aged chubby official with a slightly bald head handed a dry cloth to a young man who was almost drenched, and asked.

This official's expression looked very kind, because he was in a hurry, there was even a little oil on his forehead, which gave people a more mediocre feeling, but most of the officials and sergeants around him deliberately kept a certain distance from him, because the people of Changling who had a little insight knew that he was Mo Qinggong.

One of the most experienced "vicious dogs" in the Divine Capital Prison.

"Vicious dog" is definitely not a complimentary title, but it has a lot of meanings, in addition to being fierce and having a keen sense of smell, it often means that there are enough minions and strong enough backers behind it. For this kind of "vicious dog" that is extremely difficult and cannot be beaten with a stick, the best way is to stay away.

At this moment, he had just arrived, and his breath was not calm, but he already had dozens of case files in his hand, one of which had already recorded the identity of the young man in front of him who was a little suspicious.

The young man named Ding Ning didn't realize the horror of the slightly chubby middle-aged official who looked very good at talking, he wiped the muddy water on his face with the dry cloth handed to him by Mo Qinggong, and looked at the Sen Leng chariot with a tiger head pattern and the wolf pattern on the hilt of the blue-armored swordsman on the chariot with a curious gaze, and did not answer Mo Qinggong's question for the first time, but asked rhetorically: "Is this our Great Qin's Tiger Wolf Army?"

Mo Qinggong wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead and replied, "Exactly." ”

"Who lives in that small courtyard?" After rubbing the dust and dirt on his face, Ding Ning, who was more delicate and aura, said with a serious face: "Why do you want to be so excited?"

Mo Qinggong felt more and more interesting about Ding Ning, and the calm aura on the other party's body made him inexplicably infected, calming down a little, and his eyes gradually glowed with some brilliance.

"Have you ever heard of the Sword Furnace?" he asked with a pleasant face.

"Zhao Guo Sword Furnace?" Ding Ning was a little distracted.

"Exactly. Mo Qinggong looked at him kindly, and said patiently: "Since the beginning of the conquest of the Great Qin Dynasty and the Zhao State, the world has only understood that the strongest cultivation place in the Zhao Kingdom is not the Qingyang Sword Tower, but the seemingly ordinary blacksmith shop. The eight true disciples of the sword furnace are all the existence of a sword that can slaughter the city, and the Zhao State has been destroyed by our dynasty for thirteen years, but those remnants of the sword furnace are still the thorns in the throat of my Great Qin Dynasty, and they will not be removed for a day, and they will not be at ease for a day. The one who was ambushed today was Zhao Chop, the seventh disciple of the Sword Furnace. ”

"No wonder..."Ding Ning said thoughtfully from the gap in the chariot as he looked at the small courtyard that was gone, and many cultivators were carefully inspecting every subtle corner.

Mo Qinggong smiled slightly: "Now you want to understand why I asked you these trivial questions in the first place?"

Ding Ning nodded seriously, "An enemy country like this is lurking here, all the people nearby, of course, have to be investigated, especially someone like me who doesn't live here, and I have to ask clearly." ”

Mo Qinggong bowed slightly in appreciation: "Then you can answer my previous question now?"

Ding Ning smiled and said: "Actually, our sesame oil shop over there has not done business in the past two days, so we can only come here, I didn't expect to be delayed here by a heavy rainstorm, and I didn't expect to encounter such a thing." ”

Mo Qinggong was silent for a moment, then casually grabbed an umbrella from his side and handed it to Ding Ning, "Since this is the case, you can leave." ”

Ding Ning was a little surprised, and asked with clear eyes, "It's that simple?"

"Don't be reluctant to leave, don't ask for trouble!" Mo Qinggong scolded angrily and funny, waved his hand, and motioned for the young man to leave quickly.

"And your umbrella?"

"If I don't come to get it, I'll give it to you. ”

......

Looking at Ding Ning's back, Mo Qinggong's expression became colder, and after a moment of silence, he whispered outside the canopy behind him: "Recruit Qin Huaishu to come over!"

A thin young man in a green shirt and plain clothes walked into the makeshift canopy shortly after his shouting.

Mo Qinggong raised his head slightly, looking at the young man who walked in front of him, his fingers tapped lightly on the case file unfolded in front of him, and after more than ten consecutive taps, he asked slowly: "Wutongluo, this young man named Ding Ning, you made this preparation file, do you have any impression?"

The thin young man stood with his head bowed respectfully, and said without humility or arrogance: "Yes." ”

Mo Qinggong glanced at him coldly, and said in a deep voice: "According to this preparation volume, the background of him and his aunt who opened a wine shop can be said to be extremely clean, but the key is, why did you make such a preparation paper in the first place?"

The thin young man seemed to have expected him to ask such a question, and replied without hesitation: "This young man is indeed our Qin people, and the origin of the previous generations is also very clear, the reason why his subordinates did this investigation file is because Fang Hou Mansion has had contact with him, and Fang Hou Mansion has specially invited Fang Xiumu to see him. ”

Mo Qinggong was stunned: "Fanghou Mansion?"

The thin young man nodded: "This young man has been taken care of by his aunt since his parents died of illness when he was a child, and his aunt has a wine shop in Wutongluo, although the shop is very small but very famous. The people of Fanghou Mansion went to this wine shop to buy wine, probably because they felt that this son had some potential, so they specially invited Fang Xiumu to come and see it in person. ”

Mo Qinggong frowned slightly, and his fingers unconsciously tapped on the case file again.

"And then?" he asked, after a moment's silence.

The thin young man replied seriously: "After Fang Xiumu saw it, Fang Hou's Mansion never had contact with this son again. The subordinates deduced that Fang Xiumu felt that he was not enough to become a cultivator. Moreover, this son's status is low, and his background is undoubted, so his subordinates just made a file for sealing as usual, and did not spend more effort to investigate further. ”

For the first time, Mo Qinggong's eyes showed an expression of approval, "You did a good job. ”

The thin young man's expression still did not change, and he said calmly: "The subordinates are just doing their duty. ”

Mo Qinggong thought for a moment and asked, "The wine from the small wine shop in Wutongluo can enter the eyes of Fanghou Mansion?"

The thin young man shook his head, "The reason why his family's liquor shop is famous is only because his aunt is extremely beautiful. ”

Mo Qinggong was completely stunned.

The thin young man still didn't look up, but there was an imperceptible smile on the corner of his mouth, thinking that if you really saw that woman, my lord, I am afraid that you would be even more shocked.

Mo Qinggong smiled self-deprecatingly, suddenly looked at the thin young man seriously, and said softly: "This time the Spirit Void Sword Gate opened the mountain gate, and I put you on the recommendation list. ”

"Your Excellency!"

The thin young man had always maintained a respectful and calm posture before, but Mo Qinggong's whisper made him tremble violently like five thunderbolts, and let out an uncontrollable exclamation.

Mo Qinggong's expression didn't change much, he patted the emotional young man's shoulder, and said slowly: "Before you go to the Spirit Void Sword Sect to practice, do me one last favor, help me check the origin of him and the people around him, and help me find out what Fang Xiumu has judged him." ”

......

All the streets and alleys of Changling, as Zhao Chu said, are straight and straight, horizontal and vertical, and even the corner towers are evenly distributed throughout the city.

At this moment, on a corner tower closest to the canopy of Moqing Palace, behind the curtain of rain, there is a wisteria chair, on which sits an old man in an ordinary plain cloth robe, and his sparse white hair hangs down on his shoulders like a ginseng beard.

Behind the old man was a young man with a long body and a yellow cloth robe.

The young man has an elegant face, a quiet and gentle demeanor, and belongs to the type that is easy to be impressed by at first sight, and at this time his hands fall on the back of the wisteria chair, looking modest and intimate.

"What are you thinking?"

The old man retracted his gaze from a distance, smiled slightly, and took the initiative to say.

The young man in the yellow shirt moved lightly, walked to the old man's side, and said respectfully: "Master, since the head of the night division can kill Zhao Shu alone, it means that she has at least stepped on the threshold of the middle grade of the Seven Realms, but I don't understand, Changling at this moment... In addition to the Night Chief, there are still people who can kill Zhao Chop alone, why does Your Majesty have to come back from the Night Chief, who is cultivating overseas?"

The old man smiled slightly, stretched out his withered branch-like fingers, and pointed to the front of the rain curtain outside the corner tower: "What do you see?"

The young man in the yellow shirt looked hard at it, like a waterfall in a torrential rain, but only saw straight streets and alleys, and he replied a little apologetically: "The disciple is dull, I hope the master will give you advice." ”

"You see too closely, you only see the streets and alleys in front of you, but you can't see the boundary of Changling. The old man squinted his eyes slightly, and said slowly: "But you should know that this city is the only capital city in the world that does not have an outer city wall." The reason why there is no need for a city wall is because the sword of each of our Qin people is the city wall. ”

The young man in the yellow shirt looked solemn and silent.

"Your Majesty, or Li Xiang, can see much farther than you. ”

The old man glanced at the young man in the yellow shirt kindly, but said with some mockery, "There are at least two intentions in summoning the head of the night division back. On the first floor, although there are many strong people in Changling who can kill Zhao Qi independently, there is always a little more power when one more person emerges. Although the Night Master was already very prestigious, most people suspected that she had not even stepped into the Seventh Realm. Today, the first sword of the night division assassinated Zhao Chop, it will be the loudest thunder in autumn, and the invisible city wall of Changling will be a little thicker. Another layer of intention is that the Night Master has been cultivating overseas for several years, including us, naturally have some doubts in their hearts, doubting whether the Night Master is not trusted by His Majesty, which is equivalent to being exiled, and now the Night Master has suddenly returned to eliminate evil, which can only show that His Majesty and the Night Master have always been very close to each other, and the rumors and doubts are self-defeating. ”

"Li Xiang did see much farther than me. The young man in the yellow shirt sighed softly.

When he spit out the word "Li Xiang", his expression was both admiration and self-shame.

Lee Sang-sang is an honorable title.

The Great Qin Dynasty had two prime ministers, one surnamed Yan and the other surnamed Li.

These two prime ministers are different in age, appearance, preferences, and strengths, but they are equally mysterious and powerful.

Their mystery and strength lies in the fact that most of the city of Changling is shrouded in their shadow, and that everyone affirms that they are powerful cultivators, but no one has ever seen their move, and few people are even qualified to see their true faces.

Really powerful... The reason is that many people who are already strong and feared in this world are just their loyal subordinates.

People who are too strong often have no friends.

Therefore, in Changling, whenever Yan Xiang or Li Xiang is mentioned, the corresponding emotions are often awe, fear, and resentment, but there is very little real admiration in the eyes of this young man in a yellow shirt.

"Master's opinion should be good, Your Majesty's cultivation during this period of time is the main thing, and this kind of thing should be Li Xiang's business... It's just that the Lushan Alliance is imminent, and at this time, summoning the head of the night division back, he should have more ideas. After a light sigh, the young man in the yellow shirt thought for a moment and continued.

The old man laughed with satisfaction.

In his opinion, his closed disciple was indeed not particularly talented, but his temperament was as straight and frank as Changling's path.

There is no innate hostility towards anyone, and looking at people is an attitude of earnestly learning each other's strengths.

Such a person, in such a turbulent Great Qin Dynasty, lived long and went far.

There is no problem in seeing things far enough for the time being, as long as you can go far enough, you will always see more things than others.

......

The rare rainstorm does not mean to stop for the time being, and a thin layer of water has accumulated on the street surface of the entire Changling.

Ding Ning, whose face had been wiped clear, but his clothes were still full of stains, was walking towards a street with many plane trees planted with one foot deep and one foot shallow.