481: 56_2 481: 56_2 Chen Jingxuan has been sitting in front of the Roundness Instrument without sleep for the past few days?
Xie Xuanyi paused for a moment.
He suddenly realized that the Ruyi Order he had just received only contained a few lines of text, and it has been seven days since he last met with Chen Jingxuan, whose complexion was still fairly rosy at that time.
While he was conversing with True Master Jun Shan, Chen Jingxuan and Deng Baiyi had gone to the neighboring garden.
He probably understood why the Little National Master had been sitting there so desolately.
It was nothing more than the matter of Tang Fengshu being held captive by Chong Kan at the back mountain of the Taoist Pavilion…
Xie Xuanyi knew that Chen Jingxuan had already been aware of this.
As a Sky Watcher, he already perceives the mandates of heaven from all directions.
In control of the Roundness Instrument, he can even listen to myriad miles with his eyes closed.
There is no need for Deng Baiyi to send a message; he would have known Tang Fengshu had encountered danger.
As for this “dear friend,” Xie Xuanyi trusted him completely.
Chen Jingxuan’s arrangement.
Xie Xuanyi could not see through it, but he knew that Pavilion Master Tang was an extremely important person to Chen Jingxuan.
This guy would definitely not ignore him.
“Take good care of yourself.”
Xie Xuanyi said softly: “Chen Jingxuan has his own plans.”
“You’re right.”
Jiang Qihu laughed heartily without a care: “In this world, there is nothing that can trouble the master…”
This carriage, leaving from Qingning Street, headed toward the Eastern Suburb of the Imperial City without drawing anyone’s attention.
With the Deputy Director of the Imperial City Department overseeing things.
The checkpoint was wide open.
They quickly left the city.
A few miles away, one could see the convoy at the entrance of the Great Pudu Temple, as well as the tall flag of the Li Kingdom.
Today is the day the Fan Yin Temple delegation leaves the Great Pudu Temple.
Many people gathered here as well.
“Tell Monk Miao Zhen that they can depart now.
We’ll take a detour, avoid the Great Pudu Temple, and eventually meet at Moss Ridge.”
Jiang Qihu lifted the carriage curtain and took a glance from afar, then conveyed his orders to Iron Eyes: “I’ll accompany Xie Zhen a bit further.”
He closed the carriage curtain.
“This is the master’s wish.”
Jiang Qihu explained: “The news of the departure of the Fan Yin Temple delegation has spread throughout the Four Realms.
The news that you will be departing as the envoy of Da Chu has also been circulated…
People from the Great Pudu Temple all want to see you, but it will be much quieter once we reach Moss Ridge.”
“That suits me just fine.”
Xie Xuanyi slightly lowered his gaze and said, “What about the people from Jun Mountain?”
“The master has made arrangements for you.”
Jiang Qihu said: “True Master Jun Shan and Miss Deng arrived at the Great Pudu Temple half a day early; they are now among the Fan Yin Temple delegation…
Moreover, the news of their leaving the city, managed by the Book Tower, is extremely covert.
As of now, it should be unknown to others that True Master Jun Shan and Deng Baiyi are also part of the envoys.”
“He has taken great pains.”
Xie Xuanyi said with a sense of appreciation: “It seems he knows what I’m about to do next…”
“The master said you want to draw out the hidden enemy within the territory of Da Chu.”
Jiang Qihu earnestly said: “To get these enemies to ‘make a move,’ you need to create opportunities for them.
Are True Master Jun Shan and Miss Deng Baiyi the hidden backup for your mission?”
“Being away from home, it’s always good to have some aces up one’s sleeve.”
Xie Xuanyi said with a smile: “With Jun Shan around, I will be much safer.”
“Actually…”
Jiang Qihu scratched his head and grinned: “I originally intended to follow secretly by myself, but the master rejected this proposal.”
“…”
Xie Xuanyi smiled at these words.
Of course, the proposal had to be rejected.
After the tumult in Qing State and the Xuanshui Competition, everyone knew that he had a deep connection with Jiang Qihu.
This Deputy Director of the Imperial City Department who was on a mission in South Border was also a primary surveillance subject of Yuan Jimo—
If Jiang Qihu’s whereabouts were unknown.
Yuan Jimo would definitely be cautious and not make a move lightly.
“I always feel that this mission will not be that simple.”
Jiang Qihu slowly reined in his smile, gazing sincerely into Xie Zhen’s eyes: “When I returned to the Book Tower to see the master, I felt an inexplicable pressure…
as if a very important event is about to happen.
It might be just my imagination, but no matter what, please take care of yourself.”
Xie Xuanyi also restrained his smile.
The carriage took a detour, leaving the Great Pudu Temple, advancing on the desolate mountain road, jolting.
He pulled back the curtain and gently leaned against the window.
It was the scenery he had seen on the way here.
Now that he was leaving, the scenery hadn’t changed much.
Xie Xuanyi asked softly, “What did your master say when you met him this time?”
He knew that his intention to kill Yuan Jimo…
could not be concealed from Chen Jingxuan forever.
Chen Jingxuan knew himself best.
Must avenge all grievances.
Yuan Jimo must die.
But what surprised Xie Xuanyi was,
Chen Jingxuan had guessed everything.
He even guessed that he himself wouldn’t wait—
Back then, even an assassination by a Yin God Late Stage on Yuan Jimo ended in failure.
He was just a mere Grotto Heaven.
Was there really no advice left by Chen Jingxuan?
“Master just had a casual chat with me, seemed like he didn’t say much.”
Jiang Qihu shook his head, he thought for a moment, and muttered: “Hmm, some words are indeed worth contemplating…”
“Which words?”
“Master said, some things must be tried, even if they can’t succeed, trying is good as well.”
Jiang Qihu bowed his head and repeated word by word: “He also said, it’s still better to be a Sword Cultivator, most of the world’s troubles can be solved with a single sword.”
Hearing this, Xie Xuanyi couldn’t help but laugh.
“Yes…”
He said sentimentally: “Being a Sword Cultivator is indeed quite good.”
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In front of Chen Mansion, the streets were bustling with people.
Yuan Jimo sat high up in a tea house, idly twirling a cup of tea, his face expressionless as he watched the mansion that had been closed for several days: “Some days ago…
Xie Zhen was here listening to music?”
“Yes.”
Que Qi stood by the tea table, the entire floor of the tea house was emptied.
Actors were performing on stage, but their voices trembled.
“What is this tune called?”
Yuan Jimo drank the cup of tea, his emotions remained unsoftened but instead knitted his brows.
“Replying to my lord…
this tune is called ‘Breaking Formation Music’…”
The tea house shopkeeper, terrified, responded, bending over so low that it was almost touching the ground, his attitude showed extreme submissiveness.
“Breaking Formation Music?
What a lousy tune.”
Yuan Jimo casually lifted his head, his gaze locked onto a white pigeon circling above the Chen Mansion, the atmosphere of the tea house suddenly became icy cold.
This white pigeon circled above the Chen Mansion once and then flew off, heading towards the Eastern Suburb where Great Pudu Temple was located.
When the shopkeeper heard this evaluation, he felt as though the sky was falling, then suddenly he heard a clear, crisp sound by his ear.
Snap.
Yuan Jimo chuckled softly, tossing a string of copper coins, gesturing with his hand: “For your service.”
The shopkeeper sweated profusely, daring not to move.
“The Seat Head is rewarding you, aren’t you going to pick it up?”
Que Qi’s voice came through eerily.
The shopkeeper hurriedly lay on the ground, disregarding his appearance, gathered the scattered copper coins, and afterward called away the actors and the young servants.
This floor of the tea house, was completely empty.
Only Yuan Jimo and Que Qi were left.
The Imperial City Department’s Communication Order gently trembled, continuously receiving news from the spies inside and outside the city.
“Xie Zhen has left Chen Mansion.”
“Xie Zhen is heading to Great Pudu Temple, changing directions temporarily.”
“Xie Zhen has reached Moss Ridge, Deputy Director of Imperial City Jiang Qihu left the carriage, did not accompany him eastward, heading directly southbound instead, this meeting, Jiang Qihu only escorted Xie Zhen for a part of the journey…”
“The whereabouts of Snow Master of Fangyuan Square have been confirmed.
His Majesty is entertaining himself in Jade Sea Hunting Ground, and the Snow Master is accompanying.”
“The whereabouts of Qi Lie, Law Enforcer of Da Sui Sword Palace on Golden Turtle Peak, have been confirmed.
Qi Lie has left Great Chu Imperial City, moving westward, not accompanying the Fan Yin Temple delegation.”
“The whereabouts of Huang Su, Lotus Peak Master of Da Sui Sword Palace, have been confirmed.
Huang Su took his disciple Duan Zhao to Suiqing Ridge in the north for seclusion.”
One piece of news after another, twanged within the Communication Order.
Yuan Jimo’s smile gradually faded, solidified, those familiar with him knew that this was the most terrifying expression.
“Lord, now that the time is ripe, shall we take action?”
Que Qi spoke softly.
“No.”
Yuan Jimo said calmly: “Wait a little longer.
No rush.”
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(There will be another update tomorrow afternoon)