Free Web NovelMurong Xiao was captured by the rebellious general from the Southern Borders?
Xiao Li fell into deep thought.
No, why would Brother Murong come to Yunzhou? And coincidentally run into a rebellious general.
In some ways, his luck is pretty good.
"Why did Chang Bolong capture Murong Xiao when he's supposed to be escaping? Isn't that just adding a burden?"
Qian Bufan felt quite exasperated.
The group was about to return to Ziyang Prefecture when they encountered this situation.
"We searched for a long time with the Sword City's external affairs deacon, but we couldn't find any trace of the other party."
"I wonder if that kid Murong Xiao is still alive..."
Xue Jing said with a frown.
"Every profession has its specialty; finding people is not what swordsmen are good at."
Li Mo pondered for a moment, then analyzed:
"Chang Bolong is being pursued by the authorities, yet he still brought Brother Murong, which indicates he has other intentions, such as..."
Shang Wu's almond eyes widened as she said:
"Such as liking handsome and charming young men? Then, Baby Disciple, you need to be careful."
Li Mo: "......"
Putting aside the fact that Master's guess was too outlandish.
He still liked hearing that.
Watching his beautiful Master become serious, Li Mo took out a bottle of aged wine and placed it in her hand:
"I can't rule out that possibility."
Shang Wu hummed, indicating that as long as she was there, she would definitely protect Baby Disciple.
Li Mo then continued:
"But then again."
"We don't need to worry too much about Brother Murong's safety; our primary goal right now is to find the other party."
Everyone nodded; Junior Brother Li's analysis made sense.
When Xiao Li got serious, he was reliable, and everyone suddenly felt like they had a backbone.
Ying Bing's beautiful head was slightly lowered, her eyes reflecting the young man speaking eloquently.
She gently poured a cup of tea and subtly placed it by his hand.
Qian Bufan said: "If we ask our comrades from Sword City to act, they will certainly not decline, but we can't even find a trace of Chang Bolong's group right now."
Swordsmen were all powerful, loved to dress splendidly and show off in front of others.
But searching for information and tracking techniques were things they disdained.
They even chose a moonlit rooftop for sparring; do you expect them to crawl in gutters like Executioners, disguised as street beggars to gather information?
Although Sword City was willing to help wholeheartedly.
It was limited to fighting.
"Yunzhou is not like Ziyang Prefecture after all; we cannot make a big fuss."
Xue Jing nodded.
"Actually, the solution is right before our eyes."
Li Mo suddenly smiled and said.
Everyone was stunned.
They watched him walk out onto the street and loudly proclaim:
"Brothers, new work is here!"
In an instant, the bustling long street fell silent.
Countless peddlers, street performers, all stopped what they were doing.
Even the old men playing chess and the limping beggars all stood up, lining up neatly at the entrance of the tavern.
"Master Li, your command."
"Just tell us who to kill!"
"How do you want them killed? Minced finely?"
The entrance of the tavern was suddenly filled with fervent enthusiasm; the assassins were all full of drive and a desire for Performance.
They truly were a group of hardworking, ambitious individuals who sought wealth through diligence.
"Cough, then I'll just say a few words."
"My bounty was withdrawn a while ago, but I haven't taken back that reward yet, so..."
Watching Li Mo lecture a group of assassins.
Everyone inside the tavern fell into deep thought.
If outsiders saw this, they would think Li Mo was the branch Master of Rain Listening Pavilion in Yunzhou; let alone outsiders, they themselves momentarily had that illusion.
Our Qingyuan Sect is a righteous sect!
Before long.
Xiao Li sent the assassins out.
He was about to return to the tavern to discuss further with everyone.
"Brother Li."
A voice suddenly sounded from behind him; it was a sallow-faced middle-aged man.
"I am Huang Donglai."
Huang Donglai, fearing Li Mo wouldn't recognize him, reverted to his original voice.
"So it's Brother Huang, are you here to stay? I don't have time to entertain you right now..."
"No, I want to help Brother Li."
Huang Donglai cupped his hands and said earnestly:
"Tracking clues is also my strong suit."
"You also have research in this area?"
"Yes, I have some insights, especially on how to destroy bodies and hide one's tracks."
"......"
Li Mo looked at the middle-aged man Huang Donglai was disguised as.
If he didn't use the Tianming Divine Eye, even he wouldn't be able to tell.
Clearly, he truly had some professional skills.
He was a rare talent.
........
While undercurrents surged in the city.
A certain temple, at this moment, was especially quiet.
It was located in the suburbs of Yunzhou City; normally, the incense offerings were not ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) particularly prosperous, but with green mountains and clear waters, the scenery was beautiful, truly a rare place for peaceful cultivation.
Only...
Now, everyone in the temple, from the abbot to the novices, had been replaced. freeweɓnovel.cøm
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After sending off the last batch of pilgrims, the monk closed the heavy temple gate, then kicked aside a wooden fish blocking the way, and walked to the abbot.
"General..."
"Hmm?"
The thick-browed abbot opened his eyes slightly, a fierce glint in them.
The monk quickly corrected himself: "Abbot, we've been monks here, eating tofu and cabbage every day, our mouths are almost bland. When can we go back?"
It turned out that the original monks of 'Jinguang Temple' had all met with misfortune.
The temple had also been taken over by a group of rebels.
"Why are you so impatient?"
Chang Bolong snorted coldly:
"Yunzhou City is currently on high alert, and we can't leave for now. We can only stay here and wait for things to calm down. Those Yunzhou swordsmen are all arrogant fools, full of showing off in front of others. No matter how hard they think, they won't guess that we've 'become monks'."
"Now the 'Divine One' has issued a decree."
He glanced at the Buddha statue behind him, then grinned and said:
"We have found the Divine Child for the Divine One, and the sect will naturally reward us then."
"As long as we endure this period, then the sky will be vast for birds to fly, and we will no longer have to suffer in that godforsaken place in the Southern Borders."
As his words fell, the 'monks' all showed joyful expressions.
"With the General's merits, he should at least be promoted to a Protector of a Hall."
"It's better to join the Divine Sect; my Bottleneck, which hadn't moved for five years, broke yesterday."
"Hahaha, how could those foolish swordsmen from Yunzhou possibly capture us?"
"Wait, don't you think... this incense is a bit too fragrant?"
"It's too fragrant... so fragrant that people feel a bit dazed..." freeωebnovēl.c૦m
.....
Just then.
Suddenly, Chang Bolong, disguised as the temple abbot, realized something was wrong and immediately held his breath.
"There's poison in the incense!"
He roared.
The next moment.
Bang—
The temple gate was kicked open.
"Rain Listening Pavilion at work! Everyone, squat down with your hands over your heads!"
All monks: "?"
What the hell? Rain Listening Pavilion??
No.
This scene of kicking down the door, why does it look familiar?
Although they were fugitives now, they used to be official soldiers, proper military cats...
Before, they were the ones who kicked down other people's doors.
Now, they were being kicked down by a group of assassins, brazenly?
Well, that was quite sudden.
..........
PS: It's a bit late today, sorry. This humble author spent a long time writing the outline this afternoon, sorting out the plot for the Southern Borders trip.
Muah!
