Chapter 9: Listening to the Wind Lake

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The night market had just begun, and there was a light rain in the sky, and Qin Mu left his residence alone, holding a black oilcloth umbrella, wandering the streets like an ordinary person.

Although the sky is raining, but there are a lot of pedestrians on the road, recently the empire has solved the big cancer of Jiuwang Mountain, so the lanterns are colorful, and the people watching are endless, so it is not lively.

Tingfeng Lake, the most famous attraction in Huanglan City, is about the size of 200 acres and is located in the southwest corner of the Imperial City.

Every evening, both city people and tourists will gather here, walk by the lake in twos and threes, chat, listen to the lake breeze, see one or two flower boats full of dignitaries and nobles swimming on the lake from time to time, and listen to the charming and sweet hooking sound of the drama on the boat.

Although most of the passers-by by the lake will not get on the flower boat, they will never fall behind, and they will immediately return the favor and take advantage of it. From time to time, a joke or two will cause everyone to laugh.

Qin Mu held an umbrella and shuttled quietly in the flow of people, surrounded by bustle, laughter, and glory, but he was expressionless, not sad or happy, and walked quietly on the path by the lake.

Loneliness is the temperament he exudes.

Even if the big black umbrella covers half of his body, it can't hide the temperament he exudes.

The night soon sank, and the flow of people became more and more, rubbing shoulders one after another, Qin Mu looked up at Tingfeng Lake, glanced around, and couldn't help but speed up his pace.

Soon, he came to the back of a weeping willow, this weeping willow is just one of the thousands of weeping willows around Tingfeng Lake, there is nothing different, if you want to find a unique point, it is that this weeping willow is the one near the pavilion.

There are a total of ninety-nine pavilions around Tingfeng Lake, symbolizing the meaning of ninety-nine to one, each pavilion has a statue of a spirit animal, a dragon and a phoenix, implying Taoism, it is rumored that these pavilions are also to suppress the monsters in Tingfeng Lake.

But no one knows if there are monsters or not, maybe it's just to hear more legends on the Wind Lake.

Qin Mu looked around, and quickly fixed his gaze on a middle-aged man in ordinary clothes in the pavilion, although this man did not look without any characteristics, his ordinary appearance was no different from the person sitting next to him, but this person kept playing with a pebble in his hand, and looked at the scenery in the lake calmly.

Qin Mu watched for a while, glanced at the nearby crowd, and quickly set his eyes on a few sloppy children, these children pointed to the scenic flower boats by the lake and chatted about something, their eyes were shining, and they were envious of the people on the boat.

Judging from the patched clothes of these children, they are either very poor or belong to the kind of homeless orphans who live by begging.

After Qin Mu's eyes turned, after glancing at the man in the pavilion again, his feet slipped, without using any mana, with the help of ordinary martial arts, he suddenly passed through the bustling flow of people and appeared in front of those sloppy children.

"Do me a favor, I'll give you this. Qin Mu tapped the shoulder of one of the children whose eyes revealed a sense of cleverness, flipped his right hand, and took out a silver dollar.

When the kid saw that it was a silver ingot, his whole eyes lit up. Several other children were also stunned by the big money in front of them, and looked at Qin Mu incredulously.

The value of the silver ingots was extraordinary, at least enough for them to spend a long time, and the children were orphans, homeless, and lived a begging life every day.

"Do you want to help?" Qin Mu handed the silver dollar in his hand forward slightly.

"What's the hurry?" The clever ghost kid's eyes rolled a few times, and he glanced Qin Mu up and down several times before asking, but he still didn't take the silver ingots in Qin Mu's hand, and he looked very careful.

"Did you see the man in sackcloth sitting in the gazebo, the one with pebbles in his hand?" Qin Mu smiled and pointed to the man on the other side of the gazebo.

"Yes!" the children followed the gaze of his fingers, saw the man, and nodded.

"Give this to him and tell him I'll be there for him. Qin Mu slowly took out a folded plain note from his sleeve, and then pointed to a quiet teahouse in the other direction.

"Gone?" the clever ghost kid raised an eyebrow, a little surprised.

"It's gone!"

"Good!" The clever ghost looked at the other children, made a decision, and without saying a word, grabbed the plain paper and silver ingots, and the group of children followed the flow of people.

Qin Mu watched the child go away, and he also followed the flow of people in the opposite direction.

......

A quarter of an hour later.

Listen to the wind teahouse.

It turned out that the middle-aged man sitting on the side of the pavilion was already sitting in the most inconspicuous corner of the second floor of the teahouse, staring closely at the plain note he was holding in his hand, but there was nothing on the notepaper, blank as snow, and he didn't know what to look at.

After another quarter of an hour, a man dressed in an ordinary gray robe walked into the teahouse and went up to the second floor, where the man sat steadily opposite the middle-aged man.

The gray-robed man was Qin Mu, but his appearance changed slightly.

He had been outside for almost a quarter of an hour, and had not found any suspicious figures, before he settled down to come in.

The middle-aged man raised his head, there was no emotional change in his eyes, his eyes were as calm as water, and he poured tea for Qin Mu in a formal manner.

"What do you call it?" the middle-aged man finished pouring the tea, raised his glass and nodded at Qin Mu, and after taking a sip, he asked.

Qin Mu didn't drink tea, he was also looking at the middle-aged man carefully, the reason why he went to great lengths to come out tonight and find a child to test this middle-aged man was because Tang Chuliao told him during the day today that he had completed what he had arranged for him to do, and the news reached the hands of Lanping, the king of Pingliang.

That's why he came out, if there were no mistakes or omissions during the period, Lan Ping really followed his arrangement, this obviously tolerated middle-aged man was Lan Ping.

"Hewen. Qin Mu raised his glass and tasted the tea, saying the name he had used in Sin Heaven before.

He Wen ...... He Wen ......" The middle-aged man muttered a few words in his heart, and then saw Qin Muping sitting calmly opposite, and he couldn't see anything real or false, and suddenly asked: "Brother He, you took such a lot of trouble to invite me out, it won't be sitting with big eyes and small eyes." ”

"You know what I'm here for. Qin Mu took out a golden identity tag from his sleeve, on which was written the word Huanglan, which was the royal identity token of Huanglan City, and through special prohibition techniques, a specific identity could be determined.

There was a hint of condensation between the middle-aged man's eyebrows, but he still took the royal token neatly, and at the same time, he rubbed his fingers on the token slightly, and the token emitted a faint light, which disappeared immediately.

"I didn't expect that old guy to remember me and treat me as the last straw!" The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, and suddenly laughed.

As soon as Qin Mu heard this, his eyebrows wrinkled inadvertently, and he finally determined in his heart that this middle-aged man was Lan Ping, and Lan Ping was the second disciple of Xuan Yu Zhenren.

"Will you help?" After Qin Mu confirmed this, he immediately asked the most important thing, and his words were a little cold.

Lan Ping tilted his head slightly, squinted at him, his eyes were full of sarcastic smiles, and suddenly his full color sank, his anger hung on his face, and he said coldly word by word: "Boy, you are begging me, don't be disrespectful." ”

Qin Mu frowned, and there was a little killing intent in his heart, but as soon as his killing intent rose, a fainter killing intent entered his senses, he hurriedly looked, only to see the three tables on the side, I don't know when there was an extra table of men drinking and chatting, although this group of people was drinking and chatting, but Qin Mu felt a trace of mana breath from them, although the mana breath was very weak, but all of them were the breath of masters.

"Hehe, let's get down to business. Lan Ping's mood came and went quickly, and he raised his glass with a smile and nodded at Qin Mu again, regardless of whether Qin Mu drank it or not, he took another drink by himself.

Lan Ping saw Qin Mu move, thinking that he was stupid just now, he couldn't help but show a wicked smile at the corner of his mouth, glanced at the three tables next to him, and then leaned forward slightly, and said softly: "He Wen, you are not small, what do you want me to do?"

"Since I'm here, I haven't thought about going back alive, what do you say, Second Senior Brother!" Qin Mu's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he said coldly.

"En?" Lan Ping was obviously stunned, a little unresponsive, and instinctively let out a sound of surprise, Qin Mu's emotional changes were a little unpredictable.

The people at the three tables next to him were obviously much more dignified, and the people at the three tables no longer drank tea and chatted, and their eyes glanced at this side.