Xuanxia

Chapter 706 Asking for a Sword
Northwest of Beijing, Shisong Hutong Street.

Hua Wuying jumped off the horse, panting, his eyes bloodshot, and it looked like he hadn't rested for a long time.

In fact, he hadn't slept for several days.

Ever since he needed to delay Jiang Baichuan and wait for Mingjian Pavilion and others to come and besiege him, he had not slept in the library for several days.

After Jiang Baichuan escaped from Luoyi, he managed to arrange some things and immediately set off for the capital. During the journey, he did not eat or sleep and was covered in dust.

Now, he has temporarily handed over the preparations for the Xuanmeng Ceremony to Master Feng Ren. During the preparations for the ceremony, the other junior brothers and sisters have also picked up and bound the secret books that were scattered during the war and started studying them.

And myself...

Hua Wuying looked at the gate of the house in front of him, his eyes moved, and then he lowered his head to look at his hands.

In his palm lay a copper coin.

He believed that the sudden appearance of Mr. Ze and the arrangement of this "encounter" were not without reason.

On that occasion, he met Tang Jiao under the arrangement of Mr. Zhe, and met an unknown old man in front of Mr. Nan's tomb. After a conversation, the old man left him a copper coin and said that if he needed help, he should go to Shisong Hutong Street in the northwest of the capital and find a house without lanterns.

At this moment, Hua Wuying was already standing in front of the gate of the mansion.

Of course he was not stupid and had already inquired about where Shisong Hutong was.

Almost half of the high-ranking officials in the Dayan court lived here.

In other words, this street originally belonged to the emperor. When someone became a high-ranking official, the emperor would give him a house on this street as a gift.

The nameless old man at that time must have been a high-ranking official.

Hua Wuying needs help right now, but he doesn't know how a high-ranking official can help him.

But since Mr. Ze arranged for me to meet him, there must be a reason.

Hua Wuying, who grew up in the Wulin Alliance, knew very well that Mr. Zhe had always been one of the most trusted people around Jiang Baichuan, and his importance was no less than that of Masters Feng and Wu, otherwise he would not have become one of the three guests.

Mr. Ze deliberately provided guidance, it must be to help Jiang Baichuan.

Of course, considering the current situation, killing Jiang Baichuan might not be a bad thing.

Hua Wuying thought to himself and walked forward and knocked on the door.

Soon, the door creaked open a crack, and a servant poked his head out: "Who are you?"

Hua Wuying bowed, then respectfully handed forward the copper coin with both hands.

"My name is Xuanmeng Hua Wuying."

He said softly, "I met the master of your house once before. The senior gave me a copper coin and said that if I needed help, I could use it to ask for help."

The servant looked down at the copper coin and his face was stunned.

"Hey, isn't this the master's most precious spending money? How did it end up in your hands?"

His eyes were stern: "You are not a thief?!"

Hua Wuying: “…”

He bowed again helplessly and said, "I am not a thief. If you don't believe me, you can take it away and ask the owner of your house."

The servant looked at him suspiciously, reached out to take the copper coin, and then slammed the door.

Hua Wuying: “…”

This gatekeeper is very responsible...

Soon, the door was opened again, and the servant poked his head out again. He still looked at Hua Wuying suspiciously for a few times, and then said, "Let's go. The master wants to see you."

"Thank you." Hua Wuying clasped his fists calmly.

After entering the mansion with the servant, he was slightly startled, thinking that he had entered a college.

The palace is shaded by green trees, with secluded paths and blue brick roads that show slight signs of time, making it simple and quiet.

Not only that, there was also a scent of ink in the mansion.

"master."

Soon, Hua Wuying heard the servant calling, "Someone is coming."

Hua Wuying looked forward and saw a pool of water in the middle of the yard. However, the water was no longer clear and transparent, but had become as deep as ink. An old man in plain clothes was sitting by the pool, washing his brush. There was a table next to him, and on the table was a long piece of paper with large characters written in a flamboyant style.

"senior."

Hua Wuying's eyes lit up and he recognized him - this old man was the one who had been in front of Nan Mu's tomb before.

He bowed and said sincerely, "I am here to ask for something, junior."

"No rush, no rush."

The old man smiled and pointed to the table beside him: "Come and see, how about this calligraphy?"

Hua Wuying calmly came to the case.

There were eight words written on it, in cursive script, with each word connected to the next, making it difficult to discern. He looked at them carefully and was able to make out that they were eight words.

"When the threads are complicated, peace comes."

Hua Wuying's pupils shrank.

These eight words were like a bell hammer, striking the bell in his heart hard, causing an ethereal buzzing sound to ring out.

"Young man, since you can find this place, you must know my identity to some extent."

The old man waved his hand, dismissed the servants, and said leisurely: "Of course, I will also check who the young man who took my copper coins was."

Hua Wuying raised his head, his eyes calm, and said nothing.

"Hua Wuying, Jiang Baichuan's first disciple."

The old man washed the brush and shook off the water gently: "Jiang Baichuan has caused a big incident this time... I heard that you said you wanted to kill him?"

"Yes."

Hua Wuying said sincerely: "This man has been possessed by a demon, and he regards human life as worthless. If he lives one more day, countless people will feel like they are in purgatory and cannot live in peace. Although I am not strong enough, I also want to borrow his power to kill him."

"Haha, borrow some strength."

The old man smiled and stood up from the pool. He walked leisurely to the table and looked at Hua Wuying: "You haven't answered me yet. What do you think of these eight words?"

"very good."

Hua Wuying said softly: "There are so many things going on, but peace is the best... Many people pursue peace and like to go to the mountains, away from human habitation. But the real peace seekers, even if there are so many things going on, as long as their hearts are as calm as water, they will not be bothered by anything."

"Well said." The old man smiled: "You are now entangled in a myriad of ways, and you are so exhausted that you may faint at any time, but the peace in your eyes is something I have never seen in my life."

"This shows that you are determined in what you are doing. Although there are some things to do, you have no distractions. This is very good. Even I may not be able to do it."

Hearing this, Hua Wuying smiled gently, lowered his head, and did not say "it's a compliment", which meant he agreed to this statement.

After Kenshin Mingcheng, he has indeed achieved this.

No matter how many trivial matters there are, they can't bother him.

"Introduce yourself."

The old man suddenly said, "I am Yan Yidong."

Hua Wuying was startled at first, then he understood the meaning of these three words. He quickly took a step back and saluted: "So you are the Prime Minister of the Cabinet!"

"Great men and small men are all empty names."

Yan Yidong laughed: "I have to say, we are really destined to be together."

Hua Wuying raised his head with a suspicious look.

"I won't say much about our initial encounter." Yan Yidong picked up the calligraphy on the table, studied it, and said leisurely, "Not long ago, someone gave me a sword, but I thought I was not worthy of it, so I sealed it up and waited for the right person to take it."

"It has only been a short while, and you have come to my door, asking me to help you kill someone."

"Your heart is like a mirror, clear and spotless, and you care about others and are not selfish. You can be called a chivalrous and righteous man."

"A sword is a weapon. It is a weapon for killing people and a weapon for heroes. I am just a civilian official. The only thing I can use to help you is this sword."

"Come on, young man, follow me and ask for the sword."

(End of this chapter)