I've never felt happy to become an immortal.

Chapter 78 The Moon is Dark and the Geese Fly High

Hu Xianfeng returned to Jiankang as quickly as possible.

Just as he thought, Jiankang had been sealed off at this time.

After he revealed his identity, the other party did not dare to open the car door without permission. While waiting for confirmation, Hu Xianfeng was extremely anxious. Finally, he simply jumped onto the city wall, threw the spirit tablet he carried with him to the guard, and turned around to rush into the city.

At this time, flames could be seen everywhere in the city, and there were at least four or five fire points.

Jiankang must be in chaos tonight.

The Northern Zhou people acted so suddenly and hastily, but was it just a feint?

What exactly are they planning?
Hu Xianfeng drove all the way to the office of Xiuyiwei. As a secret agency similar to Jinyiwei and Huangchengsi, the office here should not be too ostentatious.

It is located inside the Six Gates, but after careful design by the Ministry of Industry, the two departments are like the interlocking yin and yang fish. Although they are located in the same building, they are not connected to each other, and their powers and offices are independent.

At this time, most of the Embroidered Uniform Guards had gone out, leaving only a few guards guarding the gate.

He rushed all the way and reached the deepest part of the Embroidered Clothes Building. There were seven floors here. He ran all the way to the fifth floor before stopping and falling to one knee.

"Master Zhuge! I come to apologize!"

Proud warriors rarely kneel down to apologize. Hu Xianfeng knew that he must have caused a big disaster this time, and he felt guilty for not being able to save his colleagues. At the same time, he believed that only the commander-in-chief of the Embroidered Uniform Guard upstairs could make up for the losses.

There was the sound of a door being pushed open upstairs, followed by footsteps on the stairs. The wooden stairs creaked, and a breeze was blown by the sleeves, and a faint scent of sandalwood floated in the air.

A middle-aged man with the surname Zhuge stood on the stairs between the fifth and sixth floors, holding a book in his left hand and a pen in his right hand. He walked and wrote without looking around, giving people a sense of homely leisure, like an old scholar with slightly gray temples and a long beard.

"There's so much to do tonight, but they're all trivial matters," Zhuge Shensuan said calmly. "I had planned to wait until dawn. If no news came, it would be good news, but if there was any, it would definitely be bad news."

Hu Xianfeng looked up: "You already know?"

"It's just a glimpse of the whole situation. It seems something has happened to Wuqing." Zhuge Shensuan put down the scroll and sighed heavily: "How is she?"

"They were kidnapped by spies from the Northern Zhou Dynasty." Hu Xianfeng gritted his teeth and briefly and quickly explained what happened to the Jiang family.

Zhuge Shensuan listened silently and nodded. "I understand... You should set off now. Tell Xiaopao to chase him immediately."

Hu Xianfeng was stunned: "Is that all?"

"This is all I can do right now. This is no longer something I can decide on my own." Zhuge Shensuan looked at the flames burning outside the window. "At this moment, I can't leave. I must go to the palace."

"Can……"

"Go ahead." Zhuge Shensuan whispered, "You just need to do your best to get Wuqing back. Don't worry about anything else."

"Yes." Hu Xianfeng clasped his fists, holding back many questions. But before he walked out the door, he couldn't help but ask, "What if I can't bring her back?"

Zhuge Shensuan didn't answer. He picked up his pen and wrote something. Then he tore off a piece of paper, folded it, and threw it over. "If you don't succeed in the end, open this piece of paper again... Don't say anything more, just go."

Watched Hu Xianfeng and another famous detective leave.

Zhuge Shensuan's expression turned serious, and he smiled bitterly, "I'm going to get scolded again... Never mind. Who gave me the surname Zhuge? I have to work hard for the higher-ups."

……

Hu Xianfeng and another famous detective Feihong Tayan quickly returned to the Jiang family.

When they came back, they saw many people gathered in front of the Jiang family's gate.

"Did something happen again?" Hu Xianfeng's heart tightened.

"Don't be nervous, they're from Juyi Pavilion." The famous detective nicknamed Xiaopao said, "They must be the eldest daughter of the Ningguo Mansion who called them."

Hu Xianfeng nodded, revealed his identity and entered the Jiang family.

No one had cleaned up the compound, and the traces of fighting and the fallen bodies were very conspicuous.

The poisonous fog in the air has been blown away, replaced by a strong smell of blood.

It is so unlucky to see blood at a funeral.

Hu Xianfeng also saw the corpses of the dead Embroidered Uniform Guards. A trace of pain and hatred flashed in his eyes. He walked behind Ning Jianshuang and said, "Miss Ning..."

Ning Jianshuang was standing in front of Song Qingtang's body, lost in thought. She came to her senses and looked at Hu Xianfeng: "Master Hu, can you tell me what happened?"

"Is such that……"

After explaining it as briefly as possible, Ning Jianshuang felt a little relieved: "No wonder Huoyun Ma disappeared. Did he take the initiative to pursue the fleeing Northern Zhou spy?"

"He was walking too fast." Hu Xianfeng said with a wry smile: "I heard the sound of horse hooves and turned back to try to stop him, but I couldn't."

"That's consistent with his personality. He never discusses anything with anyone and just does whatever he thinks of."

"This kind of demeanor is what a great man in the martial arts world should have." The famous detective's tone revealed a hint of admiration: "Mr. Bai is truly a hero!"

"But this time he was a bit reckless," Feihong Tayan interjected. "No matter how fast his horse is, it's hard for him to catch up with someone who planned this. Besides, he's a master from the Human Ranking. Is he really sure he can cut off his escape route?"

He tried to say, "Why don't we just call him back along the way, so we don't have to chase him. It would be so unfair if he got killed."

"trot!"

"I'm telling the truth." Feihong Tayan didn't feel that he did anything wrong.

But the looks from the people around me were not very friendly.

Ning Jianshuang raised her hand to stop the members of the Juyi Pavilion: "I've heard of Feihong Ta Yan's reputation a long time ago... No wonder his real name is Broken Legs. I guess it's all thanks to that mouth."

Paoba's face froze: "That's to describe how fast I run!"

Ning Jianshuang ignored him and said calmly, "If you two have nothing else to do, please leave now. Don't waste any more time."

Hu Xianfeng clasped his fists and said, "Ms. Ning, this matter is very dangerous. I stayed for a while just to remind you not to be impulsive."

"Impulsive?" Ning Jianshuang turned his eyes to the side, and just this glance revealed a cold light.

"Can't you smell the blood all over the yard?"

"Can't you see the blood-stained mourning hanging high up?"

"You don't know whose body is lying here?"

"The affairs of the Embroidered Uniform Guard belong to the Embroidered Uniform Guard, and the affairs of the Jiang family belong to the Jiang family... Today, my blood relatives, friends, and teachers are all involved. The Juyi Pavilion will handle this matter to the end, and the Jiangning and Ning families will not forget this hatred!"

She said firmly, "We will take revenge in our own way!"

Ning Jianshuang turned and left, dressed in snow-white mourning clothes.

The two famous detectives looked at each other and left the Jiang family in silence, where the atmosphere was depressing.

In the mourning hall, Ning Jianshuang knelt before the coffin, lit the brazier, and ignited the yellow paper. The flames blazed, and the light in her eyes became brighter and brighter.

She bowed three times and kowtowed nine times to the coffin.

"Green rose, get out."

"Yes, Miss..."

The little maid left the mourning hall and closed the door.

The door is closed.

Ning Jianshuang's voice echoed alone in the empty mourning hall.

"You can come out now."

"I need your help."

"Yama!"

……

The night is almost over.

As the morning light rose, the door of the mourning hall was pushed open.

Luoluo looked nervously: "Little..."

He covered his mouth immediately before he finished speaking.

The figure that walked out was not Ning Jianshuang.

He was dressed in blue and black, with a horizontal sword hanging behind his waist, a blue mask covering his face, and his fangs painted bright red, like a bloodthirsty war ghost in the Shura Road.

The eyes behind the mask appeared an eerie bright red under the reflection of light. His long hair was snow-white, each strand was crystal clear, and his skin was so white that it was almost pale.

The visitor did not speak a word, but stared straight ahead. An invisible murderous aura floated around, even dispelling the faint smell of blood!

The little green radish didn't dare to breathe and squatted aside with her head lowered.

The Iron-Blooded Yama glanced around calmly, and disappeared from the spot like a phantom the next moment.

……

When the sky was getting light.

A small boat sailed out from the underground river, passed through a deep tunnel, and spent a long hour in the water before returning to the surface.

No one can follow such a journey.

Because even if it is just a quarter of an hour late, the direction of the water flow in the underground river will change and will go in a completely different direction.

The reason why Yebushou's spies knew about this secret river was because they obtained an incomplete feng shui map.

That was during the heyday of the vast Qin Dynasty, which mobilized the entire country to collect and control all the mountains, rivers and terrains in the world.

However, this great feng shui map is not just a scroll, but a full thirteen volumes... most of which have been lost in the long river of time.

What the Northern Zhou Dynasty obtained was only a fragment of one volume, but even so, the mountains and rivers recorded in it alone had invaluable tactical value.

In the eyes of the Northern Zhou military, as long as they broke through Yumen and crossed the natural barriers of the Huai River and the Yangtze River, the entire Southern Chu would be flat, just like France without the Maginot Line. In the eyes of the Northern Zhou people who had opened the map cheat, the area of ​​Southern Chu no longer had any strategic depth.

From their use of this underground river, we can get a glimpse of how much secret preparation the Northern Zhou Dynasty had made to conquer Southern Chu.

The boat rose to the surface.

Yu Wenjie, who had been closing his eyes to regulate his breathing, opened his eyes. The pupils of his eyes appeared golden, as if there was a golden snake wrapped around the inside of his eyeballs.

"I almost lost my life at the hands of an insignificant guy like Nan Chu."

"But now that I've activated this magical image... I must return to the Snake King Valley as soon as possible."

He sat cross-legged at the bow, the golden light in his eyes gradually fading.

The golden snake was a symbol belonging to a unique person in the Northern Zhou Dynasty.

——Snake King Valley, the Great Poison Sect!

A cry was heard.

A falcon flapped its wings and circled from the sky, and soon landed on the boat.

He picked up the letter sent by Falcon and unfolded it.

The Northern Zhou man's indifferent gaze became slightly solemn, and then turned into a mocking tone.

"What a reckless man! He actually dared to chase me out. Is he planning a thousand-mile raid?"

"I'm afraid you won't even be able to see me, and you'll die on the road."

He bit his finger, wrote a line of words with blood, tied the letter to the falcon and sent it back.

"If you can really catch up with me alive, I will personally carry your head back to the Northern Dynasty to claim credit for it."

The falcon flapped its wings and flew high into the sky.

There were only four big blood-red words on the secret letter that was delivered.

——Intercept with all your strength!

……

On the official road, the sound of horse hooves temporarily subsided.

There are three forks in the road ahead.

Bai Xuan took a look at the map and confirmed the general direction.

Then he pulled out Jiang Chengzi, pinched the sword tassel and let it hang to the ground. Then he saw the sword tip slightly raised and pointed in one direction.

"The sword is pointing this way...it seems Song Qingtang didn't lie."

He put away his sword and continued running.

"——It is better to pursue the enemy with your remaining courage than to seek fame by imitating the tyrant."

(End of this chapter)