Feng Ruoxing sneered, "It seems Bei Yan Jingyun is very confident in his charm! He doesn't trust his family, doesn't trust his friends, only trusts his women."

"He even thinks these women will sacrifice everything for him."

Jing Henyun shook her head, "He probably succeeded. Didn't Luo Qingyan die for him?"

"His other woman may have already made a sacrifice for him. Otherwise, how did Luo Qingyan get that note?"

I said in a deep voice, "Looking at it this way, Bei Yan Jingyun left different things in the hands of different people in order to save himself. These people all have different roles."

"Jing-jie, are you still doing this business?"

From the bottom of my heart, I felt that Jing Henyun's business wasn't worth it.

At the same time, I had no interest in avenging that Bei Yan Jingyun. In my opinion, Bei Yan Jingyun was dead, so be it. He had sons and daughters, couldn't his own children do the avenging?

Jing Henyun couldn't help but hesitate.

Ye Yang, however, spoke at this moment, "I want to go to Xianyang River. I seem to have some impression of that place."

"The letter said Black Yang River, didn't it?" I suddenly looked at Ye Yang.

I knew that Ye Yang had lost his memory; it had been erased. The fact that he still had an impression of that river meant that it held special significance for him.

Ye Yang said, "It should be called Xianyang River. I don't know where the name Black Yang River came from."

I took a deep breath and said, "If you want to know the secret of Xianyang River, I can go, but you can't. Go back and switch places with Wang Butcher; I'll take her there."

"Generals throughout history have erred on place names." This sentence applies to anyone.

When a person's name clashes with a place name, that place will become their destined burial ground.

Pang Tong's death at Luofeng Slope, the Yang family generals' defeat at Lianglang Mountain, Li Mi's demise at Duanmi Gorge, Liu Bei's collapse at Baidi City, and other legends all verify the heavenly curse of clashing place names.

Xianyang River is clashing with Ye Yang.

Moreover, he is a descendant of a Feng Shui family, so the impact he receives may be even stronger than that of ordinary practitioners.

I can't let him go to Xianyang River.

Ye Yang looked at me without speaking; he didn't want to say anything more in front of Jing Henyun.

I could only change the subject and say, "Jing-jie, how about this? Let's cancel our business deal. I'll go to Xianyang River myself. If I really encounter the person you want to kill, I can help you take care of it."

"However, you have to give me all your information."

Jing Henyun nodded slightly and said, "Consider it a favor I owe you. If Liangjie Hall needs anything, be sure to notify me." (Liangjie Hall = Two Realms Hall)

After Jing Henyun told me everything she knew, I also left Yuehai House.

As soon as I got into the car, I couldn't hold back anymore, "Leng Gou (Cold Dog), are you crazy? Xianyang River! It's called Xianyang River! Your name is Ye Yang, not Ye Yue, what are you going there for? To die!"

Ye Yang didn't say a word, but gave me a smile.

I immediately got angry, "Don't smile at me! Even if your mouth is crooked today, I won't let you go. Go back quickly and switch places with Wang Butcher for me."

"I'm telling you, if you die in that Xianyang River, I'll sell all your little mistresses to the pet market and let them be crushed to death by green hats."

No matter how much I scolded Ye Yang, he just didn't speak and kept smiling at me!

"Has someone poked your laughing acupoint? Or are you possessed by something?" After scolding for half an hour, I finally collapsed, "Stop smiling, let's go to Xianyang River. If you get stuck there and can't get out, I'll build a tombstone for you on the spot, okay?"

"Okay!" Ye Yang stopped smiling, "I'll treat you to noodles!"

I completely collapsed, "Noodles again, noodles again, can't you change something else?"

Amidst my curses, Ye Yang took me to a hand-pulled noodle restaurant, where he ordered a few more chicken racks and a small bottle of Erguotou.

So stingy!

Really stingy!

Ordering Erguotou, and only a small two-liang bottle at that.

I waited for Ye Yang to slurp down a bowl of noodles before saying, "Okay, you've eaten your noodles, now it's time to tell me the truth, right?"

Ye Yang took the second bowl of noodles, "I only remember the name Xianyang River, I've forgotten everything else."

Great!

What a waste of breath!

Feng Ruoxing said, "I know a little about Xianyang River. However, the name I know is Black Yang River."

"According to legend, in ancient times, the imperial court did not adopt a laissez-faire attitude towards the arts of divination, but had a special organization to monitor them. That organization was the Six Doors."

I nodded, "I know, the Six Doors' responsibility is to monitor the Jianghu (martial world). If we follow your statement, then practitioners of divination are also part of the Jianghu, and therefore under the surveillance of the Six Doors."

Many people think that the ancient imperial court never interfered in Jianghu affairs, but in fact, the court never relaxed its surveillance of the Jianghu.

In the eyes of the ancients, Jianghu people were the most dangerous elements, even the famous and upright sects were no exception. Therefore, the imperial court never needed a unified Jianghu, and even more so, did not want to see Jianghu people exceed the scope of what was controllable.

The Six Doors was the imperial court's special agency responsible for monitoring Jianghu people. Even during the Ming and Qing dynasties, when the Jinyiwei (embroidered uniform guard), Dongchang (Eastern Depot), and Neiwufu (imperial household department) held great power, the Six Doors were never replaced.

At the same time, the Six Doors also hid one of the official divination masters – the constable!