Xuanxia

Chapter 652 Conditions
"Cough cough cough..."

After an unknown amount of time, Hua Wuying was awakened by the suffocation in his chest. He sat up abruptly, and before his mind was clear, he coughed violently several times, and then vomited a large mouthful of blood!

But the blood was not spit onto his body or legs.

A basin was extended to catch his blood.

"Okay, spit out the poisonous blood and everything will be fine."

He heard the voice of Master Wu Lian coming from not far away.

Only then did Hua Wuying's vision gradually become clear.

He saw himself lying in the familiar dormitory, on the familiar big bed, with a fellow apprentice sitting beside him, his body covered in bandages. This fellow apprentice was holding a basin, collecting the poisonous blood that he had just vomited.

Not far away, Master Wu Lian was sitting calmly at the table.

However, Hua Wuying could see that although Master Wu looked indifferent, there was clearly a feeling of "relief" in his eyes.

"What, what's going on?"

Hua Wuying's memory still remained at the time before he fell into a coma. He asked with some difficulty: "How is everyone...?"

"It's okay, senior brother." The junior brother opened his mouth and was about to continue speaking, but when he heard Wu Lian clear his throat, he quickly closed his mouth.

"You go first."

Wu Lian said calmly: "I will say it."

"Oh, okay." The junior brother didn't dare to say anything else. He picked up the basin and quickly left the house.

Hua Wuying was a little confused: "Master Wu, what happened?"

He looked at Wu Lian's serious expression and had a bad feeling in his heart: "No...something will happen!"

"Don't worry, it's nothing serious. No one died. Even the guy who blocked the spear for you will only stay in bed for two months."

Wu Lian said calmly, "Prefect Wen, you came just in time."

Hearing the words "Prefect Wen", Hua Wuying heaved a sigh of relief and collapsed back on the bed.

Yes, when he received the challenge letters from those gangsters, he had already informed Wen Renjun, the prefect of Luoyi City.

The rules of the world?

How could the rules of the underworld be more important than the lives of fellow junior brothers and sisters?

As for those secrets...

Hua Wuying swore that he didn't have to use his own lives to protect a bunch of secret books.

However, he didn't expect that so many people would come.

By the time they wanted to withdraw, it was already too late, and those gangsters would definitely not let them go - who knows what you are going to do after leaving?
But fortunately, he still had a backup plan and notified the government office in advance.

"It's good that you came in time..." Hua Wuying said with a smile: "It's good that everyone is okay."

“It’s very timely.”

Wu Lian sneered, "Too timely."

Hua Wuying heard the hidden meaning in his words and was startled: "Master, what do you mean?"

"Let me remind you," Wu Lian said calmly, "Just because Magistrate Wen had a good relationship with us in the past doesn't mean it will remain the same in the future. Be careful, he's waiting for you outside the house."

"Just wait for me outside the house?"

Hua Wuying was startled and quickly started to get dressed and get out of bed.

"Yes." Wu Lian nodded: "Don't worry about me, go out and talk to him."

Hua Wuying pursed his lips, nodded slightly, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open.

As Jiang Baichuan's chief disciple, his residence in the Wulin Alliance is a large separate courtyard.

It was still night outside the door, and it seemed that not long had passed since the bloody battle.

In the courtyard at night, a middle-aged man in official uniform was sitting at a small stone table. On the table was a small tea tray that was placed there by someone. The middle-aged man was pouring tea with a perfect smile on his face, gently stroking his small goatee.

This person is the prefect of Luoyi, Wen Renjun.

"Wuying, you're okay."

He smiled at Hua Wuying and said, "Come, sit down."

This is clearly Hua Wuying's courtyard, but looking at the prefect's appearance, he seems to be the owner of this place.

Hua Wuying didn't care. After smiling slightly, he walked to him and bowed.

"Thank you, Lord Wen, for saving my life."

He said this sincerely. Wen Renjun laughed and waved his hand: "Thank you for your courtesy. These bandits came to Luoyi City to cause trouble. If I turn a blind eye to them, wouldn't it be a great dereliction of duty? Sit down, sit down quickly."

"Yes." Hua Wuying responded, then sat down and took the initiative to take over the task of making tea.

Wen Renjun glanced at his pale face and the blood-stained bandage on his shoulder, and laughed, "Wuying, these days have been difficult, right?"

"……Yes."

Hua Wuying sighed: "But at least, with the help of Brother Fu, the major sects in the martial arts world still recognize our strategy of establishing the Xuanmeng. Now with the help of you, the prefect, I believe we will be able to get through this soon."

He was also cautious.

Master Wu asked him to be careful, so he moved Fu Qingzhou out without leaving any trace.

The special envoy of Mingjian Pavilion, Qianlong Bo, the favorite of the emperor... Our Xuanmeng does not only rely on the legacy left by Jiang Baichuan.

Sure enough, Wen Renjun paused slightly when he heard this.

But soon, he said softly: "Wuying, I have already looked into the matter of Xuanmeng."

He picked up the teacup and looked Hua Wuying in the eye: "The martial arts world is the martial arts world after all. The court means - neither support nor opposition."

"Yes."

Hua Wuying bowed his head and responded: "In the future, we will do better to help the Great Yan court and govern the world in an orderly manner to reduce chaos and killing."

"Very good." Wen Renjun smiled and said, "But... the Xuanmeng headquarters cannot be set up here."

Hua Wuying was startled and suddenly raised his head.

He almost thought he heard wrong.

The cold wind was getting stronger and stronger, causing some headaches for him.

"W-why?" he heard himself asking.

Wen Renjun did not answer him, but smacked his lips and continued: "Of course, this is not absolute, unless..."

"Unless?" Hua Wuying asked doubtfully.

"Alas..." Wen Renjun put down his teacup and sighed, "Jiang Baichuan must die! If he doesn't die, I won't be able to sit still."

Hua Wuying felt like he was struck by lightning and his whole body trembled.

Wen Renjun's expression was calm, but there was an inexplicable helplessness in his eyes.

Jiang Baichuan had been in Luoyi for as many years as he had been the prefect of Luoyi.

When Fu Qingzhou first arrived here, he saw the guards at the city gate let the Wulin Alliance's carriage pass without asking any questions or hesitation, and he knew how strong the Wulin Alliance's connections were in this place.

This "relationship" is undoubtedly the relationship between Jiang Baichuan and Wen Renjun.

For a long time, Wen Renjun had been very comfortable sitting in the position of prefect.

No matter how turbulent the world is, it cannot disturb Luoyi.

With the Wulin Alliance in charge, the whole city is a place where no one picks up things on the streets and no one locks their doors at night. No one from the martial arts world dares to cause trouble here. A few months ago, northern barbarians appeared in Sangmen Village under the jurisdiction of Luoyi. Before the government arrived, Jiang Baichuan took people to clean up the matter. Wen Renjun did nothing, but still got the credit for nothing.

At that time, he simply regarded Jiang Baichuan as his reborn parent!
Who would have thought that after such a short time, this Jiang Alliance Leader...actually became the leader of Xiyu Pavilion?! He was also wanted by Mingjian Pavilion!

At this moment, the chair under the buttocks of Prefect Wen, who had a very good relationship with Jiang Baichuan, suddenly became hot.

When the disciples of the Wulin Alliance were taken to the Hell, the Mingjian Pavilion also sent people to have a good chat with this Governor Wen.

After the conversation that night, Governor Wen has been in a state of high tension until today.

He didn't even favor his new concubine anymore!
Thinking of this, he drank the tea in the bowl in his hand, which slightly relieved his anxiety.

Seeing Wen Renjun involuntarily revealing a somewhat ferocious expression, Hua Wuying sighed softly.

"Your Excellency the Prefect, you know that Master... Jiang Baichuan is extremely powerful, and there are only a few people in the world who can subdue him."

He whispered, "I can't do this alone."

"I am not a Jianghu person, let alone a cultivator. I don't understand these things."

Wen Renjun put the teacup upside down on the table and said through gritted teeth, "But as long as Jiang Baichuan is alive, I can no longer control anyone who comes to me."

"..."

After a moment of silence, Hua Wuying said faintly: "I understand, but I also hope that the prefect can give us some time."

"Give you time."

Wen Renjun laughed dryly: "One month, is that enough?"

Hua Wuying pursed her lips and said nothing.

One month? Killed the master?
But does he have the right to refuse?
(End of this chapter)