The world begins with refining skills

Chapter 223 Plot (Subscribe and vote)
In the afternoon, the sun is warm.

Haitang Duoduo changed into clean clothes and walked out of the room with three parts of nervousness, three parts of embarrassment and four parts of expectation.

After walking around the mansion, there was no sign of Mu Sheng.

After asking the maid, I found out that he had left Qinglan Mansion half an hour ago and did not say where he was going.

"Are you gone?"

Haitang Duoduo felt a little melancholy, as if she had been sharing a heart-to-heart with that person the night before, but the next day she found that that person had disappeared without a trace.

She learned martial arts from her master Ku He when she was young, and the only person of the same age around her was her senior brother Lang Tao.

Moreover, he has a cold and cruel personality, which Haitang Duoduo dislikes very much.

When she grew up, because of her status as a disciple of a grandmaster and the Holy Maiden of Northern Qi, there were few people she could confide in among the people she met.

Of the two rare friends, Zhan Doudou is the emperor of Northern Qi, and has more rules and restrictions on a daily basis. Si Lili also went to Nanqing to collect intelligence a long time ago.

Moreover, both of them were girls, which made Haitang Duoduo, who was experiencing the feeling of being moved for the first time, feel the longing and anxiety of a young girl in love.

Da da da!
The sound of hurried footsteps interrupted her anxiety.

After calming down her emotions, Haitang Duoduo turned back into the heroic and free-spirited Saint of Northern Qi.

The housekeeper of the mansion appeared from the end of the corridor and walked towards this side quickly with small steps.

"Lady Saint, there is another oral order from the palace. His Majesty has summoned you to the palace for a discussion."

"Okay, I understand. I'll go right away."

Shangjing City, Jinxiu Lane.
Holding a paper fan, with a jade pendant hanging from his waist and wearing a green brocade robe, Mu Sheng was looking at the dazzling array of goods on both sides of the street with great interest.

Cloths and silks, hairpins and jewelry, rouge and powder, ceramic utensils, and even glass cups are sold.

This thing seemed very strange to Mu Sheng, so he moved closer with some curiosity.

"Sir, you have a good eye! This flawless colored glass cup is a rare treasure."

Seeing someone coming forward, the vendor hurriedly greeted them, constantly praising the preciousness and quality of his goods.

"Isn't this glass? And it's flawless glass," Mu Sheng said speechlessly as he listened to the vendor's exaggerated boasting.

"Haha." After seeing his boasting being exposed, the vendor did not feel embarrassed at all and continued to smile:

"Sir, this thing is called glass in Nanqing, but it is called flawless colored glaze in our Beiqi."

"But it doesn't matter what it's called. What matters is the material. It's so transparent, as clear as water."

"Please buy one and take it home, and put it in the living room."

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Under the vendor's endless praise and flattery, Mu Sheng finally decided to buy a few pieces to take away.

The vendor's smile grew even brighter. He diligently helped him wrap the things in cloth, secured them with a rope and put them in a bamboo basket.

Finally, Mu Sheng walked away with his basket under the reluctant gaze of the vendor.

About ten meters behind him, two men dressed as pedestrians were following him unnoticed.

"Brother Wu San, are we just going to follow you?" The young follower asked in confusion:
"Isn't it said that this person is related to Miss Wan'er's assassination? Why not just put him in the imperial prison?"

"Just follow me when I tell you to. Why are you talking so much nonsense? Is this something you should worry about?" Brother Wu San stared at him and then explained:

"Didn't you see that this man has been staying at the Saint Lady's residence these days? Who knows what his relationship with the Saint Lady is?"

"Do you really think that we, the Jinyiwei, can cover the sky with one hand in Northern Qi?"

For ordinary people, even low-ranking officials, the Jinyiwei were the night owls that they were afraid of.

But to the real bigwigs in the court, they are nothing more than a knife and a rag. Not to mention the saint Haitang Duoduo, who is a disciple of the grandmaster.

His ninth-rank martial arts alone were enough to overpower the Jinyiwei, and their commander, Lord Shen, was only of the eighth rank.

"So it isn't," the young Jinyiwei stammered with some disappointment.

He originally thought that after becoming a Jinyiwei, he could become a big boss and slap anyone he disliked.

"Then I am a Jinyiwei in vain, right?"

"What are you mumbling about? Hurry up and catch up," Angkor Wu scolded in a low voice.

The young Jinyiwei hurriedly took a few quick steps, and then under the gaze of the two, Mu Sheng walked into a brothel with many cool young ladies.

Looking at Mu Sheng who was surrounded by a group of smiling girls, the eyes of the young Jinyiwei were full of envy and jealousy.

Shen Mansion, by the courtyard pool
Commander Shen Zhong, who was extremely powerful, was now serving his sister as carefully as a eunuch.

"Wan'er, the weather is great these days. I'd like to take you to Cuixiu Mountain outside the city for an outing tomorrow, okay?"

"Cuixiu Mountain." Shen Wan'er's eyes suddenly turned red, as if she recalled something, and tears fell down.

Shen Zhong was flustered when he saw this, not knowing where he had said the wrong thing, and hurriedly tried to persuade him:
"Why are you crying all of a sudden? If you don't like us, then don't go. Just stay home and don't go anywhere else."

After a while, Shen Wan'er finally stopped crying and said sadly, "Brother Yan said he would take me there earlier, but now he..."

Seeing that Shen Wan'er's tears were about to fall again, Shen Zhong wanted to slap himself in the face.

Why mention Cuixiu Mountain for no reason? That damn devil Yan Bingyun is even more hateful.

As a secret agent of Nanqing, he deliberately approached the sister of the commander of the Jinyiwei. Shen Zhong would never believe that he did it because of love.

But now Yan Bingyun is dead, and his death has left the best impression on Shen Wan'er.

This gave Shen Zhong even more headaches.

After finally calming his sister down, Shen Zhong saw his confidant suddenly appear on a path not far away, looking over here.

Because of Shen Wan'er's mental condition, Shen Zhong specifically told her not to disturb him unless it was something important.

Now it seems that there is something important to report.

"Wan'er, please sit here for a while. I have something to deal with and will be back soon."

After settling Shen Wan'er in the pavilion beside the pool, Shen Zhong took a few quick steps and came to his confidant.

"Sir!" The confidant took a step forward and was about to speak when Shen Zhong raised his hand to stop him.

"Wait!" Shen Zhong glanced at the pavilion not far behind him, then pulled his confidant to the back of a rockery and whispered:
"Is there something important that you came to see me now?"

"Sir!" The confidant also whispered back: "The Jinyiwei who are watching outside Qinglan Mansion, please report quickly. The person who may be related to the street assassination case has come out from inside."

"Two captains are following him, should we?" the confidant made an arresting gesture and asked Shen Zhong.

"No rush. Let the brothers continue to follow him and record everything he has done and who he has come into contact with," Shen Zhong ordered.

This time it involves Haitang Duoduo, and the one who died is another spy who deceived his sister's feelings.

If his sister had not been implicated, he would not have paid attention to this matter. "Who is it? Who is that person?"

A sharp voice full of resentment suddenly sounded from behind the rockery, startling the two of them.

Shen Wan'er's figure came out from behind the rockery.

It turned out that she saw Shen Zhong deliberately avoiding her and became suspicious, so she quietly approached.

Because they were not on guard against Shen Wan'er, and because she did not know martial arts and had a weak Qi, and because of the obstruction of the rockery, the two men did not notice her approaching.

Through the information she had just overheard, Shen Wan'er knew that Shen Zhong had already found the person involved in Yan Bingyun's stabbing.

Her face turned red with grief and anger, and she said anxiously, "You have found out who killed Brother Yan, right?"

"Tell me quickly, who is that person?"

"Wan'er, don't be anxious. Don't get yourself hurt by getting angry." Shen Zhong saw that Shen Wan'er's face looked strange and hurried forward to comfort her.

"No one. Didn't my brother already send people to hunt down the assassin who assassinated Yan Bingyun? Wait until he is caught."

"You lied to me!" Shen Wan'er interrupted Shen Zhong angrily, "I heard everything just now. You found the mastermind behind the scenes, right?"

She hated that demonic killer, but she also knew that only by finding the person behind the scenes could she avenge her brother Yan.

"Wan'er, you heard it wrong, we..."

"Brother, just tell me, I have dreamed of Brother Yan every day these days." Seeing that Shen Zhong still did not intend to admit it, Shen Wan'er immediately changed her tactics and started crying.

"He was asking me why I hadn't helped him get revenge yet. He said he was having a miserable time down there."

"woooooo"

"Brother, please help me! I really don't know what to do."

In grief, coupled with her already poor spirits, Shen Wan'er's face turned pale in a short while.

His body began to become shaky and he looked like he was about to faint.

Shen Zhong quickly supported her. Between his sister's physical and mental health and his concern for Haitang Duoduo, he hesitated for a while and finally chose the former.

After a sigh, he told Shen Wan'er what they had found out and what they had guessed.

".At present, we can only speculate that this person may be related to the street assassination case, but there is no evidence, and there is also the relationship with the saint."

"Then bring him to the Pacification Office for interrogation. Brother, isn't that what you Jinyiwei do?" Shen Wan'er said without hesitation, "We'll know whether there is any connection or not soon."

As for what this person will experience after being taken to the Jinyiwei Yamen, she doesn't care and doesn't want to care.

"This," Shen Zhong hesitated. This would create a grudge between him and Haitang Duoduo.

If he hadn't had such concerns, he would have arrested the man and brought him to the imperial prison for interrogation.

When did the Jinyiwei talk about evidence like this? They just arrest people when they have suspicions, and once they use all kinds of torture instruments, they have all kinds of evidence.

Seeing Shen Zhong still hesitating, Shen Wan'er immediately began to sob again: "If I can't help Brother Yan get revenge, then what's the point of me living in this world."

"Wan'er." Shen Zhong was somewhat helpless. Although he knew that Shen Wan'er had shown signs of acting like him, he did not dare to take the risk.

"Forget it, forget it. Isn't it enough that I promised you? But this matter still needs to be considered in the long run."

They now know very little about Mu Sheng, but the strength of the assassin that day cannot be underestimated.

Add to that the fact that there is also Haitang Duoduo who is at the ninth rank, and Shen Zhong gets a headache just thinking about it.

"Brother, I knew you were the best to me!" Shen Wan'er burst into laughter instantly and hugged Shen Zhong tightly.

Shen Zhong could only smile helplessly when he saw this, because he loved his sister more than anything else.

"But we have to find a way."

At night, the sky darkens.
A sedan chair drove out of the palace and finally stopped in front of the gate of Qinglan Mansion.

Haitang Duoduo jumped out of the car and after entering the mansion, she walked through the front yard, hall, corridor, and came to the backyard.

In the middle of the yard, in a pavilion surrounded by rapeseed fields, a familiar figure was squatting by a stove, not knowing what he was doing.

Seeing that Mu Sheng was still there, Haitang Duoduo's pace slowed down instantly.

With a slight smile on his face, he walked towards the pavilion.

The fire swayed gently in the night breeze, and Mu Sheng's shadow swayed left and right as well.

Haitang Duoduo stood behind Mu Sheng, and when she saw that he didn't react, she leaned over and looked over.

There were several extremely clear glass cups placed next to the stove. Haitang Duoduo recognized that they were glass from Nanqing.

Relying on these things, Nanqing has plundered a lot of wealth from Beiqi over the years.

There was also a glass cup in the stove, which had been softened by the flames.

what!
Haitang Duoduo soon discovered the problem. It was impossible to melt the glass cup with the temperature of the fire alone.

After taking another closer look, she discovered a clue: the flame in the center of the furnace was extremely condensed, as if it was being gathered together by some force.

It is this gathered flame that slowly melts the glass cup.

After a while, the glass in the stove had melted into a lump of mud.

Then, under Haitang Duoduo's shocked gaze, Mu Sheng reached in with his right hand.

"Be careful!" Haitang Duoduo couldn't help but exclaimed and reached out to pull Mu Sheng's hand out.

Snapped!
Makisatsu grabbed her wrist with his other hand.

"Don't worry, this temperature can't hurt me."

Mu Sheng took out the molten glass and showed his right hand to Haitang Duoduo to indicate that he was not injured.

"How can this be?"

"how did you do it?"

Haitang Duoduo was shocked when she saw Mu Sheng's hands, which had no signs of burns and not even a single hair lost.

Taking something out of the fire is nothing, as long as you are not afraid of pain, ordinary people can do it. The worst that can happen is that your hand will be amputated.

But her palms remained intact under this high-temperature flame that could melt glass. Even her master Ku He couldn't do it.

"I'll tell you later. This thing should cool down soon."

Mu Sheng pointed to the melted glass ball in his palm to Haitang Duoduo, and then started to pinch it in his hand.

Soon, a little glass man with his hands on his hips took shape in his hands.

The more Haitang Duoduo looked at her, the more familiar she looked. Isn't this what she looks like?

(End of this chapter)