ituation at Zhonggong must be even more dangerous."Although Ling He was deeply worried, he knew it wasn't the time to speak much. He shifted Zhao Ru Cheng onto his back and went forward, picking up h...Jiang Wang followed the carriage of Bo Wang Hou's mansion, and safely mixed out of Linzi City.

Actually, I didn't encounter any checks at all.

It was actually the shadow guard named Chong Xuan who led the way, and he was someone that Jiang Wang had a deep impression of.

...that's when Tianfu City's Tai Xu Corner Pavilion first opened. That one who shouted and saw the true meaning of Dao...

He looked like a trustworthy and honest person. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been chosen by Chong Xuan Pang back then.

When it came to actually doing things, he was taciturn. He led the way the whole time without saying a word.

Zhong Xuan Sheng once mentioned that these Shadow Guards were all trained by his uncle Zhong Xuan Chu Liang. As for their abilities and loyalty, Jiang Wang also had great trust in them.

Biwu County was just east of Linzi, not far away. After a fast journey, they soon arrived at their destination—a manor outside the city of Chifeng in Biwu County.

It was a night of waning moon with only a few stars scattered across the sky.

The sprawling estate lay like a behemoth lurking in the shadows.

“Gongsun Yu and Yang Jing were good friends. After leaving Changsheng Palace, they chose to live in seclusion here.” Ying Wei explained, seeing Jiang Wang's confused expression, he added: "Yang Jing is the brother of Yang Luo, the magistrate of Biwu County."

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Jiang Wang didn't know that Yang Jing had also participated in the selection for Huang He Conference quota. At a young age, he had already achieved remarkable feats, boasting extraordinary combat prowess. He was considered the first genius of Biwu County. However, within the entire Qi State, he wasn't even ranked. He didn't even have the opportunity to participate in the Master's Ceremony.

Of course, he also understood Yingwei's reminder and explained: "I just want to ask Gongsun Yu a few questions. I won't cause any conflicts."

Yingwei said softly, "I presume you're not here to pay a formal visit with your name card."

"Yes... my purpose here needs to be kept secret."

"Then it's difficult not to have a conflict." Ying Wei seemed very experienced, reaching out to hand over a floor plan of the estate: "Gongsun Yu has been here almost never leaving since he arrived. He doesn't see guests and few people know he is here. This estate belongs to Yang Jing and usually only comes over for a while during hunting season, it's very quiet. The room Gongsun Yu lives in has already been marked on the map. When you visit, just be as quiet as possible."

Jiang Wang took the picture, and indeed all the information was very accurate. The intelligence department had clearly put in a lot of effort. As he looked, he asked, "I still don't know your name, how should I address you"

"Qing zhuan." Ying Wei didn't explain the meaning of the name, only saying, "I'll be keeping watch outside for you. Every hour, two bird calls mean everything is normal. Three bird calls in a row means something unexpected has happened and you need to leave. If there are no sounds for more than two hours, then I'm dead."

This reminder wasn't really a problem, it was just that the word "death," he said it so casually...

It's like saying, "If I'm hungry, I'll just eat something myself."

One can only say that the soldiers trained by the Butcher are truly extraordinary.

Jiang Wang wanted to say something like, "I'll just go chat with him. There's no need to be so tense." But after thinking about it, he remained silent, took the estate layout map, and turned to enter the garden.

Thus, after all this elaborate stealth, he arrived in Biwu County.

How can I say this without being nervous

Yang Luo, the magistrate of Biwu County, was a peak cultivator of the outer courtyard. Being able to serve as the county magistrate of a place like Qi State, a hegemonic nation, meant that he was far from an ordinary cultivator of the same realm. With the seal of Biwu County, his combat power was even more formidable.

Only in places like the three counties of Yangdi, which were newly annexed, would someone with Huang Yi's capabilities be given such power. Of course, he had always been a pacifying envoy, and there was not enough time for him to officially become the county magistrate.

However, for Jiang Wang now, the peak realm of an outer county governor meant that there was no one else in all of Biwu County who could rival him.

So Jiang Wang stealthily entered the estate, with a very relaxed mindset.

It's not that Biwu County has no rivals besides Yang Lu. Places like Bei County have the former prime minister, Shimen County has the Li family, and Dazze County has the Tian family... Of course, Biwu County also has some reclusive figures, but those individuals wouldn't appear here.

This estate was built by Yang Jing for leisure and hunting. It's carefully designed with well-planned pavilions and corridors, giving a sense of grandeur. The decorations are not extravagant but tastefully done.

Jiang Wang looked at the picture and followed its guidance, soon finding Gongsun Yu's courtyard.

This courtyard is quite small with an ancient and rustic layout. At a glance, it's simple and unadorned, lacking anything superfluous.

The garden was very quiet under the night, only Gongsun Yu's bedroom had lights on.

Jiang Wang thought about it, and decided not to make any pretense. He pushed the door open and went straight in.

A man of high bearing, with an ornate crown and a refined air, sat cross-legged on a stone platform.

Unlike many places in Qidi, Biwu County has the custom of sleeping on stone beds. It is unknown how this custom originated.

Qi State expanded its territory along the way, becoming the overlord of the East. Over time, it absorbed countless other nations, so there were many different customs and folkways within the country, and many traditions had lost their origins.

This stone bed is very large, and can be roughly divided in half.

Gongsun Yu was sitting on one side, wrapped in a blanket and pillow. Before him sat a low table. On the right side of the table lay a pile of books, all showing signs of age, clearly indicating that reading by lamplight had become a habit, not just for this night.

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To the left corner of the small table stood a pine-shaped candlestick, of fine quality. The candlelight was still, with a feeling of warmth and tranquility.

When Jiang Wang walked in, he didn't make an effort to be subtle, so of course he noticed the movement. He looked up.

He was still holding a book in his hand, its pages open and faintly yellowed.

He recognized Jiang Wang.

On the misty mountain, Jiang Wang blasted open the clouds with a single Eight Tone Flame Sparrow, astonishing everyone. He couldn't possibly forget it.

But he didn't seem surprised, just quietly looking at Jiang Wang with a questioning look.

Under the control of the Arhat's fairy state, not a sound from the room will leak out.

"How long have you been here" Jiang Wang asked.

Gongsun Yu just looked at him, without speaking.

Jiang Wang realized he had asked a foolish question. If he could find out where Gongsun Yu lived now, how could he not find out when he moved in

“I came to find you because I have some questions I want to ask you. I hope you can help me understand them.” Jiang Wang said directly.

Gongsun Yu was still just looking at him.

Even the books in his hand remained motionless, silent as if sculptures.

He was a disciple of a renowned master.

Of all the hundred schools of thought, the one most renowned for its eloquence and mastery of debate is called "lip guns and tongue swords."

A taciturn disciple of a prestigious family, is it not a kind of irony

Do you still remember when we were at Yúnwù Mountain This person was eloquent and quick-witted. How long has it been, and they're now so silent

What happened

Jiang Wang vaguely felt that the answer he was looking for might be hidden within. Could Gongsun Yu be completely unaware of the secrets Feng Gu knew

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“Could you tell me why you left Changsheng Palace” Jiang Wang asked.

Gongsun Yu's eyelids drooped slightly, but he still remained unresponsive.

Jiang Wang didn't want to put any pressure on him, so she sat down on the tea stool herself and flipped the upside-down teacup. Pouring herself a cup of cold tea, she slowly said: "I didn't see you at Eleven's funeral."

Gongsun Yu's face was expressionless.

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Jiang Wang took a sip of tea and continued, "You are the Eleventh Prince's confidante, the person he trusts most..."

He put down his teacup and stared at Gongsun Yu: "Do you think, Your Highness, when he left, did he have any regrets Do you want to help him fill those regrets"

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Gongsun Yu suddenly smiled, it was a smile with bitterness, and he laughed while shaking his head.

Jiang Wang didn't understand at first. Was he shaking his head for the previous question, or the latter one

"Although Eleventh Prince is gone, I feel like we might be able to do something..." Jiang Wang said, "Would you be willing to share what you know with me"

Gongsun Yu stared at Jiang Wang, then suddenly opened his mouth. He opened it so wide, so ungracefully, that people could see... only half a severed tongue inside.

His tongue is cut off!

A master's disciple losing his tongue is like a swordsman losing his sword.

This is the part we should be most proud of, and also the one we rely on the most.

Who cut off his tongue

"Who did it" Jiang Wang's voice sounded a little dry.

But Gongsun Yu just kept looking at him.

The mouth has already been closed.

The man of letters behind the candlestick, with his high hat and scholarly bearing, seemed to have lost all desire for conversation after that incident with the severed tongue.

"Can we communicate by writing" asked Jiang Wang.

Gongsun Yu shook his head.

“Or I could ask you some questions, and you just nod or shake your head.”

Gongsun Yu remained motionless, only staring at Jiang Wang.

His eyes held a thousand-yard stare of icy silence.

He didn't want to say anything. He wouldn't say anything.

Jiang Wang sighed and said, "Do you know Feng Gu died He was hanged with a three-foot white silk ribbon in the spirit hall of the eleventh prince."

It seemed that this sentence finally touched upon Gongsun Yu, he reached into his sleeve...

He drew a dagger, tossed it lightly, and dropped it at Jiang Wang's feet.

He held the cuff of his right hand in his left and made a beckoning gesture.

This is his last expression tonight.

His meaning is very clear.

He won't say anything.

Either leave, or kill him.

Jiang Wang remained silent for a moment, picked up the dagger on the ground, and stood up to walk forward.

This bedroom is no more than twelve paces in length and width.

The distance between him and Gongsun Yu was no more than six steps.

He would kill Gongsun Yu, and it wouldn't take more than a breath. Gongsun Yu did not resist, nor would that affect this time.

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One is a world-renowned young prodigy, the other is a disciple of a famous family, who was once also a rising star in Linzi City.

Before today, they had only met once.

They hardly have any other intersection.

After parting ways at Yunwu Mountain, we both changed greatly.

In this world, everyone is experiencing their own life.

It's just that Jiang Wang's grand and magnificent story spread throughout the world.

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And he, Gongsun Yu's tempestuous waves, were all swallowed down in that half-broken tongue, buried deep within his belly.

Over and over again, chewing alone.

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Gongsun Yu gently closed her eyes, very calm.

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No regrets, no complaints.

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But he only heard a faint sound, the soft clink of the dagger against the low table.

He opened his eyes, but there was no one in sight.

Only the dagger resting on the low table indicated that the person had indeed been there.

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Leaving Gongsun Yu's residence, I casually lifted the sound barrier.

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Jiang Wang's face remained impassive as he retraced his steps, leaping out of the estate to meet with the shadow guard known as Qing Zhuan.

The birds sang, their chirping a continuous sound, indicating that nothing unusual was happening outside the estate under the watchful gaze of the red-tiled roofs.

Not far south of the estate, there is a patch of woods where Qing Zhu hides. He manipulates the birdsong without seeming out of place.

Jiang Wang's body was as swift as the wind, he brushed past the night, but suddenly stopped at the edge of the forest.

He placed his hand on the sword.

“I come here with no malice, only to seek old acquaintances. I have never harmed anyone, nor have I damaged the estate in any way. If you don’t believe me, you can check the estate now.” He spoke in as gentle a tone as he could muster. “Please do not harm those who I brought with me.”

“The bird's level of control is good, but its calls are too regular.”

From the shadows of the forest emerged a young man of average height, carrying a bow and sword. His sharp eyes fixed on Jiang Wang: "Let me introduce myself, I'm Yang Jing."

And the bird's call was indeed silenced.

The moon was dim, and the night was windless.

"At your service, I am Jiang Wang." Jiang Wang maintained a respectful distance and proactively cupped his hands in greeting. "My arrival tonight uninvited is presumptuous, please forgive me, Young Master Yang. If there's anything I can compensate you for, please do not hesitate to ask."

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Yang Jing looked at him and said, "It's an honor to finally meet you!"

Two figures in martial attire emerged from the forest, escorting a bound and gagged Qingbian.

Look at Qingzhuang, his nose is bruised and his face swollen, it's obvious he suffered some hardship. But thankfully, he's not seriously injured, and his cultivation hasn't been affected.

"His reputation is hardly worth mentioning." Jiang Wang said, "There are twenty-eight other friends in the forest. Why don't they come out together That way, I can get to know them all at once."

Then one by one, dark shadows emerged from the forest.

Each one stood with a blade at their waist, their demeanor cold and aloof, subtly forming a battle line.

The Yang family has been able to take root in Biwu County for so long. Although they are not a renowned family, they certainly have some weight to them.

Yang Jing smiled nonchalantly: "How did you guess it was me, and not some other trouble you caused"

“If I caused any trouble, I wouldn't have noticed it.” Jiang Wang explained softly, and then said, “Please give me a chance to make amends for the offense.”

“No need.” Yang Jing raised his chin, and his men immediately loosened Qing Zhu's bonds.

He looked at Jiang Wang and said, "My friends are fine, and your people are fine too."

Jiang Wangcheng said earnestly: "Thank you, Young Master Yang, for your magnanimity."

"My friend doesn't want to see guests and hopes there won't be a next time."

"If there's a next time, I'll offer you my business card first." Jiang Wang said.

"No thanks."

"Then we won't disturb you." Jiang Wang bowed slightly, then led the shadow guard named Qing Zhuan away.

"Just let them go like that" A subordinate approached, asking as he watched the two figures walk away.

"What else" Yang Jing sighed: "That's Jiang Qingyang!"

"But this is Bixu County," his subordinate said.

"Biwu County is very small, the world is vast!" Yang Jing shook his head: "It seems that it's time to give the Gongsun brothers a new place to live..."

"Does it still hurt" Jiang Wang asked as they walked.

Qing Zhuan twitched his lips: "It's nothing. It's just because I... Your whereabouts were still exposed."

"He won't tell." Jiang Wang said with certainty: "From Yang Jing's attitude tonight, it's really not easy for you to find this place."

Qing Zhuan said calmly, "We will do everything that Young Master Sheng has instructed us to."

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Jiang Wang thought again of the way he had exaggeratedly shouted the truth...

"I couldn't help but ask, “Are you all from the military”

"Ah, yes," Qingbian said. "Under the training of... Lord Xionghu."

“Truly, a great general has no weak soldiers!” Jiang Wang praised.

Qing Zhu probably wasn't used to being praised and changed the subject: "Are we going back to Linzi now"

Jiang Wang glanced at the sky.

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He sighed and said, "I can only return to Linzi."o Wang Hou's Mansion would officially be separated.The old man has already passed away, which is normal. It’s best to differentiate this as early as possible, otherwise, as Chong Xuan Zun said, some p...