Nightfall

(I remember saying that the input method is not used to, and I often label myself as myself. Looking back now, I actually made a lot of such mistakes. I am going crazy. I can replace it in the manuscript. In chapter p, I ca n’t change it. Moved, please bear with me, this is the second chapter, there is a chapter, and strive to come out before 3:30.)

The people in the Chengshou Mansion did not take long to discover that Zhong Dajun was taken away and began to search around the city of Yangzhou. The armed forces of the valves showed a strong control ability, and in a short time, they checked Some clues were reached, and then the torch came to the broken temple outside the city.

In the broken temple, they saw Zhong Dajun in the blood of the ground and the terrible sight in the pool of blood. After confirming that the nobleman had not breathed, everyone's faces were full of tension and anxiety.

The famous gardens along the Fuchun River became nervous because of the bizarre death of Zhong Dajun, especially as the follow-up clues were found, and the atmosphere became more depressed.

"Half an hour ago, the two monks got on Nanjin's official ship. At this time, they should have reached the lake. Even if they used a speedboat to chase, I was afraid that they would have to go to the other side to catch up."

Cui Shi looked at the wrinkles on the old father's face and said after a moment of silence: "Zhong's reaction was very strong, and he asked to send someone to board the ship to chase it, and I was temporarily pressed down."

The owner of the Cui valve seems to be an ordinary rich man, but compared with his father, the real master of Qinghe County, it still seems not stable enough.

The old man used to be a prime minister of the Tang Dynasty, and he had the supreme prestige in Qinghe County. Turning his hands over, Qinghe County regained the opportunity that was hard to find for thousands of years. However, he was such a powerful old man that he did not look like ordinary old slave Any difference, in fact, he once saw Ning Que as an old slave.

"The Zhong family is such a grown-up child. It died so miserably. Some strong reactions are natural. You have handled it properly. You cannot let their anger destroy the rare tranquility of Qinghe."

Mrs. Cui reached into the copper basin, slowly rubbing the towel that was hot by the boiling water, and some tired voices were gradually spread out by the hot Shu, saying: "But the identity of the two monks must be found out."

The most important reason why the Qinghe County valve responded so low-key to the **** case tonight was because the biggest suspects were two monks. Nowadays, Buddhism is as low-key as in previous years. However, as the academy and Daomen struggled to lose both sides, people gradually began to be alert to the power of those monks.

The old man put a hot towel on his face and remained silent for a long time. He felt that Zhong Dajun's death should have other secrets, but there was no way.

"Quiet, quieter." His old voice passed through the wet towel, mixed with hot mist in the quiet study room. "At this time, Qinghe must be quiet."

Cui Shi knows where his father ’s worries or fear comes from. It ’s just that the Xiling Temple ca n’t wipe out the Tang Dynasty in one day. Qinghe has to fear for one day. What's the use of being quiet?

Mrs. Cui rubbed the towel into a copper basin and looked at him and said, "You also have a low profile for tomorrow's birthday feast. As for the red sleeves, ... send them out of the country."

Cui Shi looked at the white cloth on his father's face and suddenly thought with malicious intent, this is really like the pictures of the old people when they died, and then calmly walked out of the study.

The study room was quiet and silent. The old lady trembled and walked to the case. He picked up the tea cup with the right temperature and drank it to his lips. He drew a lot of worries in his wrinkles.

The tea cup in his hand was trembling gently, and the clear yellow tea waved into a wave like his real mood at this time. After knowing Zhong Dajun's death, he behaved extremely calmly as in the past years, but who can know that he has begun to fear and become uneasy.

From the enlightenment in ethnology, he set a grand desire to lead Qinghe County to regain the glory of the millennium ago and cut it away from the barbarous and ignorant Tang people, but he never dared to do anything. , Can only wait honestly.

He took care of his body and strictly controlled his diet. He lived for more than 100 years and was still in good health. He could even live for many more years before finally letting him wait until that day.

The Master left the world.

Grandpa Cui began to make a name in the history of youth. But he was still afraid, especially every night, when he watched the bright moon shining on the Fuchun River, he was even unable to sleep in fear.

The monks watching the sea and Wudao go by boat across the night. They will go directly to Xiling to attend the light festival held in the temple. Perhaps Wudao will get some chance from the blood of that night on the road and leave.

Wang Jingluo disappeared into Yangzhou City with a straw hat. No one except Ning Que knew he had been there, and no one knew where he was hiding and what he was going to do.

Zhong Dajun died, and Qinghe County became uneasy. The famous gardens along the Fuchun River became frightened. Ning Que finished what he wanted to do, and left Qinghe to Daze.

This is a very ordinary passenger ship, and it is pitifully small compared to the Nanjin naval ship that is cruising around Daze. Even larger winds and waves will make the ship sway very badly.

The speed of this passenger ship is very slow, and it takes two days to cross Daze. The people who ride this kind of boat are naturally ordinary people who have no money. The seemingly endless Daze, the rapidly dry lake view, and the cabin with an unpleasant smell but nowhere to hide, made these people who had some numb expressions become more numb. Only the vomiting sounds from time to time Let people know that this is a living person.

Ning Que sat at the stern of the boat and did not go to the cabin to squeeze out a sleeping position with those people. The two-day journey was not hard for him. If he was not afraid of attracting attention, he did not even need to eat.

The wind on the lake was very strong, and there was a lot of wetness in it. He sat at the stern and looked at the white foam on the lake. There was no poetry, but he was silently thinking about other things.

His mindfulness is being felt between heaven and earth, and he does not want to disturb the practitioners in the Nanjin naval master. He is precisely controlled on the lake behind the boat, and part of it falls in the lake.

That snowy day ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ He wrote the word on the snow street and cut out ten million knives. From that moment on, he was the drunkard and the butcher, and he dared not step into Changan.

However, after all, he couldn't stay in the sad city forever. He didn't want to be a prisoner in Chang'an, especially after the news was sent back to Taoshan, he knew he was going to leave.

If let the world know that he left Chang'an City, he would be greeted by endless assassinations, and maybe even the next moment, he would see the hip flask swinging in the lake wind on the boat.

He needs to be able to write that word outside Changan City.

However, people in this world, like the passengers in this passenger ship, look numb, facing the inescapable things, they will bear it with silence, who can be with him?

No one has the same way, how to write that character?

Ning Que looked at Sha Ou on the lake, holding his right hand on the handle of an iron knife, thinking silently about the problem, from day to night, and then to the morning light to illuminate the lake into a fish belly.

Still nothing.