Xuanxia

Chapter 393 Direction
With an imperial official agreeing to help investigate the case, Fu Qingzhou felt relieved.

Naturally, he enjoyed the meal much more.

Although he disagreed with what Bai Jin said during his lecture beside the White Crane Pond, this did not involve his evaluation of Bai Jin as a person... Under the feudal etiquette, it was normal for a scholar, especially an outstanding scholar, to have the idea that "studying and practicing is for the purpose of becoming an official in the court, and anything else is just a waste of time."

Just like my brother-in-law, he probably thinks the same way.

Therefore, the three of them had a pleasant chat during the meal.

Fu Qingzhou also took this opportunity to learn about Dayan’s official system… Although he didn’t remember much about it, he only remembered one thing: Bai Jin’s official rank was actually almost the same as Li Jingzhe!
Of course, Li Jingzhe is a powerful official who controls the life and death orders of countless secret envoys of Mingjian Pavilion, while Bai Jin is a civil servant who has just taken office. Although the two have similar official ranks, their actual influence is still far apart.

But no matter what, he is so young and yet he has achieved such a status... He must either have extremely strong talent or a very terrifying background.

No matter which one it is, it shows that this person will definitely be a shining star in Dayan’s officialdom in the future.

"Brother Fu, Brother Jin."

After finishing his meal, Bai Xiaochuan wiped his mouth and said, "I still have to prepare for the afternoon class, so I won't talk to you any more. Shall I go first?"

Fu Qingzhou smiled and bowed: "Thank you, Brother Bai, for introducing me to the Imperial Envoy. I will come to thank you later."

"You're welcome, you're welcome."

Bai Xiaochuan waved his hand and said, "You are a rough man who burns pianos and cooks cranes. Don't be so literary. Hahaha... I'm leaving!"

After saying this, he picked up the hem of his gown and quickly left the dining hall.

Bai Jin looked at the back of this cousin and shook his head helplessly: "Alas, he is good in every way, but his temper is too bad..."

He stopped talking halfway, turned around and smiled at Fu Qingzhou: "Excuse me for calling you Young Master Fu."

"Where."

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "Brother Bai is straightforward and chivalrous, and we are of similar temperament."

After that, the two of them had nothing to say to each other, which was quite awkward… After all, it was Bai Xiaochuan who had been leading the conversation during the meal just now. After he left, the two people who were not familiar with each other originally felt a little awkward.

"Young Master Fu, I have something else to do later..."

"Master Imperial Envoy, I still have to go..."

After a moment's silence, they both spoke at the same time, then were stunned for a moment and then burst into laughter.

"Okay, stop making excuses." Fu Qingzhou said with a smile: "Without Brother Bai, our conversation is a little awkward... But this doesn't affect anything. I'm very happy to meet the Imperial Envoy."

"This is true."

Bai Jin also smiled and said, "A gentleman should be harmonious but different. Although I am not used to chatting with a man of the Jianghu like Young Master Fu, it does not affect me. In my heart, I think you are a young hero."

Fu Qingzhou stood up and bowed: "Well, Master Imperial Envoy, see you later."

"Mr. Fu, goodbye." Bai Jin also stood up and bowed.

……

Yifang Bridge, southeast corner of the capital.

This is an overpass across a small river. Many artists gather on both sides of the bridge, including crosstalk performers, jugglers, magicians, and those who play various musical instruments and sing.

When night falls, this place becomes a great place for the people of the capital to have fun, with bright lights, bustling crowds and a very lively atmosphere.

In the corner of the overpass, a beggar hung his head, with a few copper coins scattered in the broken bowl in front of him.

The beggar was Wu Yan.

His eyes looked through the messy long hair and kept moving in three directions.

The first direction is the center of the overpass. There is a blind fortune teller setting up a stall. On the big sign next to him is written "Accurate Predictions". His business is neither good nor bad, but the important thing is that on the corner of the sign, there is a pattern of three interlocking circles.

He... is from Xingyun Shangyun.

Wu Yan searched for a long time before he found a small base of the Nebula Chamber of Commerce that had a fixed location and was always surrounded by people.

However, he didn't dare to get closer.

because……

Wu Yan looked to the left.

Not far away, a middle-aged scholar, with a smile on his face and waving a fan in his hand, stood in the crowd and watched several street performers performing the chest-breaking stone performance. He was very ordinary, just like countless scholars and talented men that could be seen in the capital.

But Wu Yan recognized that the fan in his hand was the one that he used to easily kill a group of Xiyu Pavilion assassins the day before.

This... is an extremely powerful practitioner!
And it's not just him.

Wu Yan turned his gaze to the right again.

Not far away, there was a small dog-skin plaster stall on the overpass. An ugly old man with a bald head was leaning against the railing in front of the stall, shouting weakly. Wu Yan was very sure that this old man had been following him for a long time.

No matter where he goes, he is always by his side.

Because of this old man, Wu Yan didn't dare to go to any crowded place because he couldn't see through this old man.

The only thing he was sure of was that in this capital city, they didn't dare to attack in crowded places.

This is also why... he has been staying in crowded places like Yifang Bridge.

But because of this middle-aged scholar, this old man, he could never get close to the blind fortune teller.

Wu Yan knew that if he didn't move, they wouldn't act rashly either; but if he moved... he would surely die.

what can we do about it?

Will this continue? For three months?

This is impossible. The longer time goes on, the stronger the people who come to kill me will become. Your Majesty will never let me go.

We have to think of another way...

Wu Yan lowered his head again and stared at the copper coins in the broken bowl, not knowing whether he was in a daze or thinking.

But at this moment, he suddenly sensed a strange breath coming from the end of the overpass.

This breath...how can I describe it?

It is not a powerful spiritual emptiness, nor a terrifying sense of oppression, but an impulse that makes people drowsy; it is not a drug or anesthesia, but a very comfortable and cozy feeling, it is like the drowsiness after eating and drinking, happy and intoxicating.

But this breath, this feeling, was fatal to Wu Yan, so he didn't like it.

His whole body was extremely tense, and he stared at the source of the breath.

The other people on Yifang Bridge did not notice this strange aura, but the middle-aged scholar and the old man both felt it vaguely and subconsciously turned their heads to look.

The next moment, the two of them... rolled their eyes at the same time and fell to the ground, startling the tourists and artists around them.

Wu Yan’s eyes widened.

what happened?
Did someone attack them both?
But I didn’t see anything!
He didn't even know where that strange smell came from!
But... Wu Yan's mind raced and his eyes immediately locked onto the blind fortune teller.

Can't wait any longer, this is a God-given opportunity!
He let out a light breath and was about to stand up.

At this moment, an old hand came from nowhere and gently rested on his shoulder.

"Hey, don't go."

A hoarse and teasing voice sounded behind Wu Yan: "That blind man is not from the Nebula Chamber of Commerce at all. If you go there, you will die too."

Wu Yan's pupils shrank and he turned back suddenly!

But behind him, there was nothing.

The next moment, a crumpled note was stuffed into his hand.

Wu Yan was startled and turned his head to look around, but there was still no one... From beginning to end, he didn't notice anyone around him, and he didn't even feel a gust of wind!

What kind of master is this?!

He suddenly lowered his head and looked at a piece of paper in his hand.

There was only one small word on the paper, and the handwriting was so neat that it seemed as if it was carved.

"Wait."

Wu Yan felt confused and looked up.

I saw that the blind fortune teller whom I had been staring at for a long time was lying on the table at some point, with blood slowly flowing out from under him.

The middle-aged scholar and the ugly old man were still lying on the ground, bleeding from their bodies.

Many people on the overpass exclaimed, and the situation gradually became a little chaotic... but from beginning to end, no one even looked at Wu Yan.

At the same time, the breath that made Wu Yan feel warm and sleepy gradually dissipated.

He crumpled the piece of paper in his hand and pursed his lips.

The expert who was following me is dead. Should I go to find the Nebula Chamber of Commerce now?
But... this master who appeared out of nowhere and helped me left a note asking me to "wait"?
Should I go or wait?

After thinking for a long time, Wu Yan's body gradually relaxed, and he sat back down again. He picked up the broken bowl on the ground, shook it weakly at the passers-by... and seriously pretended to be a beggar on the overpass.

(End of this chapter)