Xuanxia

Chapter 384: Mingjian Pavilion (Part )
"It turns out that I went to the wrong door... It seems that Old Yuan's directions are not completely reliable. After all, he has been away from the capital for many years."

Fu Qingzhou walked along the outer wall of Mingjian Pavilion for a while and finally arrived at the main gate.

This place really looks like the gate of a government office.

Stone lions, long steps, a gate, guards, and people walking around in front of the gate...it's just right.

In front of the gate of the newly built Mingjiange Yamen, there was also a stone tablet with the same words written on it as on the tablet at the entrance of the alley, but the strokes seemed to be rounder and calmer.

Fu Qingzhou breathed a sigh of relief and strode up the stairs.

"Stop whoever comes!"

Just as he stepped onto the first step, the two guards outside the gate raised their brows and shouted in a deep voice: "This is a restricted area of ​​Mingjian Pavilion. Outsiders, please do not approach this gate to avoid disaster. Leave quickly and do not make mistakes!"

These two guards should also be secret envoys, with at least the sixth realm of cultivation. Although this shout did not bring with it their cultivation, it still made people's eardrums buzz. The pedestrians on the street in front of the stone steps were all startled and went around further away.

Fu Qingzhou was not frightened. He smiled slightly, did not move forward, stood in front of the stone steps, and bowed.

"My Lords, I am Fu Qingzhou, and I am here to visit Master Sword Master Ning. Please let him know."

The two guards were stunned.

"Fu Qingzhou?"

They looked at each other and then looked at each other with curiosity: "Are you Fu Qingzhou who captured Ashina Manar?"

"That's me." Fu Qingzhou replied.

When he came to visit Mingjian Pavilion, he certainly didn't wear any weapons. Without his iconic bow and long sword, he was naturally not easy to recognize.

The two guards looked him over briefly, and one of them said, "Master Xiangjian is not in the pavilion these days, but Commander Li has ordered that if you come to visit, you can have a chat."

Fu Qingzhou was stunned.

Ning Baimei is not here?
This won’t do... He admitted to helping Tang Jiao’s father investigate the case, so we must find him.

Li Jingzhe was very unhappy with me. Meeting him? I felt like nothing good would come of it...

But now that he was here, and the guard also said that Li Jingzhe had given him instructions, if he turned around and ran now, would it not seem like he was guilty of a crime?

Forget it, as long as you don’t do anything wrong, you won’t be afraid of ghosts knocking on your door.

Fu Qingzhou's mind raced, but his expression remained unchanged as he chuckled and said, "Then I'll trouble you to lead the way, sir."

One of the guards nodded and stepped aside: "Young Master Fu, please."

The moment I stepped into the gate of Mingjian Pavilion, a chill suddenly hit me in the face.

But Fu Qingzhou did not feel uncomfortable with this chill, he even felt comfortable... because it was a very light, almost invisible white mist.

Lingxu.

They condensed into mist here, like small ice crystals, lightly hitting his face and body.

"This is Mingjian Pavilion..."

In Fu Qingzhou's mind, the Smoker's sigh rang out: "Sure enough, there is something. Although the spiritual energy in the capital is strong, it has not condensed into fog due to the large population and the large number of practitioners. But in this Mingjian Pavilion, it is visible to the naked eye and has even condensed into ice crystals!"

"There should be a large formation in this Mingjian Pavilion that can condense the spiritual void. Practicing here will achieve twice the result with half the effort..."

Fu Qingzhou blinked and continued to follow the guard inside.

They walked quickly through the spacious and solemn hall, the stone floor beneath their feet echoing with dull footsteps, and soon passed through the antechamber and entered the towering tower.

As soon as you enter this place, dull and noisy sounds penetrate your ears.

That was countless people whispering in low voices.

The secret envoys of Mingjian Pavilion shuttled back and forth between the corridors. They had serious faces and eyes as sharp as eagles, and they spoke in very low voices, as if they were afraid of leaking any secrets.

At some desks sat people dressed like scholars. They were obviously doing clerical work. They looked focused and calm. Everyone was working hard at their desks. The sounds of turning pages and writing merged into bursts of subtle rustling sounds.

It seems that the "Secret Sword Pavilion" and "Book Listing Building" are just the names of departments, and everyone is working together.

"Young Master Fu, this way."

The guard said softly. Fu Qingzhou quickly followed him and asked curiously, "I said I was Fu Qingzhou, and you believed me? You just brought me into the building like that? What if I'm a fake, what will you do?"

The guard glanced at him slightly with a strange look on his face, as if he had heard a big joke: "Who can sneak into Mingjian Pavilion and walk out alive?"

Fu Qingzhou smiled.

This is true.

Any secret agent picked out of Mingjian Pavilion could be a master who could dominate the world if thrown into the martial arts world. Not to mention that there must be many magic arrays and mechanisms in this pavilion to defeat the enemy. Who dares to sneak in here and cause trouble?
If you think your life is too long, don't choose such a miserable way to die.

After passing through the lobby and turning a wall, Fu Qingzhou saw... a wooden staircase.

He opened his mouth wide and raised his head, looking up at the rumbling mechanisms in the elevator shaft above and the steel cables sliding up and down rapidly.

Oh my god, an elevator?!
As expected of Mingjian Pavilion, high technology!

The lifting wooden ladder is certainly not high-tech. In comparison, the Thousand Machine Box of Kong Ling, the leader of the Shen Ji Sect, is even more "high-tech". However, this wooden ladder inevitably reminds Fu Qingzhou of an elevator, making him feel like he has come to a large office building.

"Commander Li should be interrogating him in the prison at this time. Young Master Fu, please stay for a moment."

As the elevator slowly moved upward, the guard spoke softly.

Fu Qingzhou was stunned again: "Ah? Youyu is upstairs?"

The guard laughed: "What are you talking about, Master Fu? You are not one of us, how can we let you go to Hell? I just want to take you to find a place to stay."

Fu Qingzhou: "...Okay, that makes sense."

Click.

With a crisp sound, the wooden lift finally stopped.

This is not the highest floor of Mingjian Pavilion, but Fu Qingzhou counted all the way and estimated that it was at least seven or eight floors high.

After walking out of the wooden lift, he suddenly discovered that this floor was actually...

"Tea, tea room?"

Fu Qingzhou's eyes were about to turn into two circles.

There were not many people on this floor. There were secret envoys and people dressed as scholars and civil servants. All of them were sitting at the table drinking tea and chatting and laughing.

This is too much of an office building... Is there a smoking area on the roof?
"Haha." The guard smiled at him and said, "The affairs in the pavilion are very busy, and there must be a place to rest... Young Master Fu, just choose a place to sit down. I will go and inform the commander."

After Fu Qingzhou bowed to thank him, the guard returned to the elevator and went back the same way.

He came here, a man clearly dressed as an ordinary citizen, but no one on this floor looked at him. Everyone was talking about their own things, without even a glance at him.

Perhaps in Mingjian Pavilion, not asking about each other's affairs is a virtue.

Fu Qingzhou found an empty table and sat down. There were teapots and cups on the table. He opened the lid of the pot and found that the tea in the pot was hot.

"There is a magic circle on the table to keep the tea warm? What a luxury..."

He chuckled and said, "Only a place like Mingjian Pavilion, where the spiritual power is overflowing, can play like this."

Naturally, the atmosphere on this floor is not as depressing and dull as that on the downstairs.

He poured himself a cup of tea and drank it happily.

But at this moment, the conversation between two people at another table not far behind him involuntarily entered his ears, and... he heard a familiar name.

"Originally, this matter didn't need our help at all...but when the Ministry of Justice investigated, it turned out that the scholar was engaged to the daughter of the prefect of Qingyang City in Shu, and the matter became complicated."

"What does this have to do with us? Yue Heng stole the secret manual of the Palm Sword Academy and injured a young man from an aristocratic family. Even if he is the son-in-law of a prefect, won't he still be brought to justice?"

"No, no... There are many tricks in this matter, otherwise..."

The people who were speaking were two secret messengers. When they were halfway through their conversation, they suddenly noticed that there was another person at their table.

"Um, sorry to bother you."

Fu Qingzhou looked apologetic and clasped his fists towards them. "Excuse me, are you talking about the scholar Yue Heng who just came to the capital not long ago?"

(End of this chapter)