Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

After a moment's hesitation, he continued, "Young Master, it seems that Emperor Kangxi is also aware of the Forty-Two Chapters Sutra and has been keeping a close eye on it. Ao Bai still has a copy in his possession..."

"You don't need to worry about Ao Bai."

Qin Han interrupted her.

"Just use your status as the Empress Dowager to search the palace thoroughly. Wei Xiaobao has three books, plus your two and Ao Bai's, that leaves two more. Your task now is to find out the whereabouts of the remaining two. From now on, when Wei Xiaobao comes to you for favors, cooperate fully."

Mao Dongzhu nodded.

"This servant understands."

She didn't ask why they needed to collect them all, nor did she ask Qin Han what he wanted to do with them.

A wise person knows what to ask and what not to ask.

Qin Han got up and walked to the window.

The night breeze swept in, dispersing most of the murky, ambiguous atmosphere in the hall.

The first hint of dawn was already breaking through the horizon.

"Keep tonight's events to yourself."

"yes!"

"And..." Qin Han turned his head, "Wei Xiaobao is my man. I won't hold you accountable for how you treated him before. From today onwards, he tells you to go east, not west."

Mao Dongzhu felt a chill run down her spine.

The things she had done to Wei Xiaobao over the past two years flooded her mind: poisoning him, threatening him, and sending palace maids to scald him.

If this gentleman wants to settle accounts...

Fortunately, his daughter Jianning was close to that little eunuch, so he shouldn't go too far.

"We would never dare to harm Eunuch Wei in the slightest again!"

The two expressed their opinions in unison.

Qin Han didn't look at him again and his figure flashed away.

The paper window closed silently, as if no one had ever opened it.

The Cining Palace returned to its deathly silence.

Mao Dongzhu and the thin monk remained kneeling until their knees went numb and it was broad daylight before they dared to help each other to stand up.

The two looked at each other.

They didn't say anything.

But the meaning in their eyes was exactly the same.

This new master is elusive and ten times more terrifying than Hong Antong.

Hong Antong controls people through medication.

This person relies on overwhelming strength, a complete understanding of your background, and finally, the Life and Death Talisman.

It will prevent you from even having the thought of resisting.

……

The next morning.

Chengbei Village.

Qin Han sat in the main seat, his right hand resting on the armrest of the chair, his fingers tapping absently.

Da Shuang'er and Xiao Shuang'er served her from the side, one massaging her shoulders and the other pouring tea, their skillful touches were almost heartbreaking.

Wei Xiaobao stood in front of the table, glancing at the two sisters' eagerness, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

He had considered marrying several wives back then. Although his elder brother had cleared the poison from his body, he was cut in half in the palace two years ago, so he was truly powerless to do so. Princess Jianning alone was enough to give him a headache.

I composed myself and gave a serious report.

"Brother, last night was quite a lively night."

"Five people from the Quanzhen Sect have arrived. Zhao Zhijing, a third-generation disciple, secretly met with Ao Bai's spy last night."

Qin Han didn't respond, waiting for him to continue. After all, this was Wei Xiaobao's territory, and he could easily and smoothly mobilize both the various factions of the martial arts world and the imperial court's forces.

"In addition, Fat Monk and Lu Gaoxuan of the Divine Dragon Sect have already entered the capital. Hong Antong has transferred all the capable fighters from the sect this time."

Wei Xiaobao rubbed his hands together.

"Brother, should we strike first? Before they can even establish themselves..."

"Where did you get this news?"

Qin Han found it somewhat amusing, and casually picked up a grape from the fruit plate and popped it into his mouth.

"It was handed over from Huashan."

Wei Xiaobao chuckled.

"That old bastard Yue Buqun probably wanted to give my master some face by personally sending a message. Of course, I think he probably wanted to make a statement to my elder brother."

Qin Han nodded. He had received Yue Buqun's overture, and regardless of whether he used an alias or not, there was still a King Qin in Sichuan.

Who can distinguish between truth and falsehood? As long as outsiders can't tell what's real and what's fake, that's fine.

A hypocrite who had practiced the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual was very shrewd and knew who the real mastermind was in this mess.

Ao Bai was, after all, a man, and Yue Buqun wasn't foolish enough to help the Manchus fight against the Han Chinese.

The Forty-Two Chapters Sutra, Ao Bai, the Divine Dragon Sect, the Golden Wheel Monk, a traitor to the Quanzhen Sect, and the Five Mountains Sword Sect.

Every party is making its own plans.

Each side thinks they are the player.

"Start first?"

Qin Han swallowed the grapes in his mouth.

"No rush. The stage isn't set up yet, and not all the performers have arrived."

Wei Xiaobao tilted his head and thought for a moment.

"So we're just going to wait and do nothing?"

"Wait. Wait until they put all their chips on the table."

Qin Han patted Da Shuang'er's hand, indicating that he didn't need to squeeze it anymore. Da Shuang'er blushed slightly. She used to serve the Third Young Mistress, and this was the first time she had served such a handsome young man. It was inevitable that she would feel a little shy.

"It'll be really satisfying to take them all at once."

Wei Xiaobao grinned.

Freed from the constraints of the poison, he felt incredibly light and free. Following his elder brother was a million times more comfortable than being a servant in the palace.

Just as he was about to turn around and go out to make arrangements, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"Oh, right, brother, there's something else I almost forgot."

Wei Xiaobao turned around, his expression turning strange.

He glanced at the two girls with a sly smile, thinking that since they were his eldest brother's maids, it wouldn't matter if they said a few dirty words.

"Yesterday evening, someone showed up at the security escort agency in the west of the city. My men recognized him."

"Who?"

"The wife of the leader of the Divine Dragon Sect, Su Quan."

Wei Xiaobao lowered his voice.

"That woman didn't stay with Hong Antong; she booked a room by herself. Moreover, I heard that Hong Antong doesn't seem to know she's come to the capital."

Qin Han paused for a moment as he held the teacup.

Put the cup down.

"interesting."

……

August fifteen.

Mid-Autumn Festival.

The three streets in front of Aobai's mansion were under martial law from the hour of Mao (5-7 AM).

The Eight Banners soldiers were fully armed, with guards every three steps, and their swords were drawn half an inch from their sheaths. Any carriage that entered this area had its curtains lifted to check the people inside.

Qin Han stood on the second floor of a teahouse two streets away, looking down through a half-open window.

The gates of Aobai's mansion were wide open, red silk hung from the eaves, and lanterns lined up from the gate tower to the screen wall, illuminating the area even in broad daylight.

Wei Xiaobao entered the palace last night, and today, as Kangxi's congratulatory envoy, he led twelve imperial guards through the main gate in a grand and aboveboard manner.

Chen Jinnan's men were divided into three groups.

One group disguised themselves as merchants delivering congratulatory gifts and mingled into the crowd, another group disguised themselves as servants serving the banquet and entered through the back door before dawn, and the last group followed the Mu family through the guest passage.

The Five Mountains Sword Sect arrived a quarter of an hour earlier than agreed.

Yue Buqun walked at the front, dressed in gray casual clothes. He didn't carry the purple-gold sword at his waist, but instead had an inconspicuous iron sword hanging from his waist.

Qin Han's gaze lingered on him for a couple of breaths. His gait had changed since Wei Xiaobao's last description of him; his shoulders were narrower, his waist thinner, and his center of gravity was higher when he walked.

You have to admire Lao Yue's ruthlessness; with such a beautiful wife and daughter, he really can bring himself to do it.

Ning Zhongze followed half a step behind her husband, occasionally glancing at Yue Buqun's back as she walked, her brows never easing.

Qiu Chuji led the Five Masters of Quanzhen from the east, with Zhao Zhijing at the back of the procession.

Qin Han glanced at him and then looked away. There was no need to guess what this dog would do tonight.