The next night, Master Qingfeng and his apprentice were waiting on horseback outside the mansion, and a groom drove a cloth-covered carriage out of Chen's mansion. , Qingfeng and Xin Yun quickly followed.
The carriage was none other than Chen Jin and the maid Xiao Hong.
Yesterday, his father Chen Leiting entrusted him to Qingfeng.
To his surprise, he did not specifically talk to his father about his past with Qingfeng Tianshi.
He really knew his daughter better than his father.
His father had already sensed her affection from her few words.
From the beginning to the end, all he wanted to say was that Master Qingfeng was a talented person, not just a thing in the pool.
Unfortunately, he was a member of Xuanmen.
Chen Jin knew in his heart that his father was worried about him.
Don't think about it, just let nature take its course.
I hope my grandmother's spirit in heaven will bless me.
Chen Jin opened the curtain on the carriage and looked at the tall horse riding behind, followed by the breeze, and felt an indescribable satisfaction in her heart.
When it was almost dawn, the carriage arrived at its destination on time.
As Chen Tingting said, the temporary shelter arranged outside the city is a blockhouse, which is a combination of Western-style buildings and Chinese-style blockhouses.
There were people waiting outside the building for a long time.
When he saw the carriage coming, a big man stepped forward and asked, "But the eldest lady is here?"
The groom obviously knew the big man who asked the question, "Brother, it's the young lady here and the Qingfeng Heavenly Master behind me."
The big man said with an expressionless face, "Please quickly invite the young lady into the building."
He walked towards Qingfeng alone, "Are you the Heavenly Master Qingfeng?"
"It's Pindao," Qingfeng replied politely.
"Please let me see the token the master gave you," the big man asked.
Qingfeng took out the token from his embroidery pocket.
Unexpectedly, the big man plopped down, knelt down on the ground, bowed with his hands clasped in his fists and said, "My name is Lin Tie, Heavenly Master.
Please give me your instructions for anything in the future."
"Get up quickly, you don't have to do this big ceremony."
The breeze helped the big man up.
"Tianshi, this is a rule and cannot be avoided."
After the big man saluted, he personally led Qingfeng's horse into the watchtower.
After entering the watchtower and chatting with Lin Tie, I realized that the watchtower was originally built by overseas Chinese to deal with bandits and protect the people in the country.
It is a unique and livable and safe building.
After Chen Jin was settled, Qingfeng and Xin Yun talked about Piaoxiangju again, because he always had an unknown premonition in his heart, always feeling that something was wrong somewhere.
So he said to Xin Yun, "You should take good care of Sister Chen in the watchtower and go to Deqing Temple as a teacher."
"Master, are you still worried that Mr.
Wang will take it lightly?"
Xin Yun asked.
"Yes, Charlie Wang never discovered how the Japanese spies in the Chen family could easily believe that what we said was true based on just a few words from our master and apprentice," Qingfeng said worriedly.
"It's also Master, you can go with peace of mind.
I'm here, as well as Brother Lin," Xin Yun said.
Qingfeng told Lin Tie, left the watchtower on horseback and rushed to Deqing Temple.
When Qingfeng arrived, it was already bright, the Deqing Temple gate was wide open, and nearby villagers came to the temple to offer incense.
Xunwen was very busy inside and outside the temple.
Qingfeng tied up his horse and entered the temple.
"Senior Brother Xunwen, you're fine," Qingfeng said, saluting Xunwen.
"It's all right.
Who's it?
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The voice is so familiar.
I didn't expect it to be my junior brother."
Xunwen said with a smile.
"Is Senior Brother Xunwu here?"
Qingfeng was afraid that Xunwu would go out.
"He's been around recently.
You go to his bedroom to find him.
I'm too busy greeting the villagers.
You can do it yourself."
Xunwen was busy greeting the villagers.
Qingfeng came to the door of Xunwu's bedroom and heard people talking inside.
I thought there must be guests waiting outside the door for a while.
Soon, a young man wearing a bamboo hat and a beard walked hurriedly from Xunwu's bedroom. out.
This figure flashed through Qingfeng's mind.
It seemed like he had seen this person somewhere before.
Why did he always feel familiar and couldn't remember it?
Qingfeng thought in his mind that he happened to bump into that man.
"I'm sorry, Taoist Master."
The man raised his head and apologized to Qingfeng.
"It doesn't matter."
At this moment, Qingfeng saw the man's face clearly and couldn't help but take a breath and thought to himself, "He is really the man in black who appeared in Piaoxiang Residence.
He just disguised himself and gained a beard."
After the man apologized, he ran away quickly.
Qingfeng looked at his back and quickly knocked on Xunwu's door.
"Who is Ah Cheng?
Why are you back again?"
Xunwu heard the knock on the door and asked as he opened the door.
"Senior Brother Xunwu, it's me," Qingfeng replied.
The door opened, and Xunwu appeared in front of Qingfeng with a smile.
"It turns out to be Junior Brother Qingfeng.
Why does Xi Ke have free time today?
Come to our temple."
Qingfeng ignored the pleasantries and asked Xunwu directly, "Brother, tell me who the person who was talking to you in the room just now was?"
"Junior brother, why do you think of asking this if there is something urgent?"
Xunwu saw Qingfeng's anxious look and didn't know what was going on.
"Is that person just now a soldier from the New Army camp?"
Qingfeng asked again.
"Yes, he is an officer in the New Army camp, his name is Ah Cheng, and he is responsible for transmitting information between Charlie and me," Xunwu said.
"How long has he been in charge?"
Qingfeng asked.
"It didn't take long, but the information delivered was some important information.
Junior brother, what happened?"
Xunwen asked.
"Brother, the Ah Cheng you are talking about is a Japanese spy lurking in the New Army camp."
After Qingfeng finished speaking, Xunwu was shocked.
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"How could you possibly know that?"
Qingfeng told Xunwu everything he saw in Piaoxiangju that night.
After hearing this, Xunwu stopped talking and slumped down on the chair.
He was in a daze for a while and said slowly, "Ah Cheng, Even the Japanese spies cannot see the correspondence between Charlie and I.
Every time we glue the envelopes in advance, the envelopes sent by A Cheng are intact every time."
"Senior brother, do you still keep those letters?"
Qingfeng asked.
"Before, I was afraid that something might happen to me, so I burned what he sent today.
It's still here with me and has not been opened."
Xunwu said, taking out an envelope from his arms and handing it to Qingfeng.
After Qingfeng looked at it carefully, he quickly said, "No, no, no."
"What's wrong?"
Xunwu asked.
"Senior brother, has the letter he sent you been stained with water?"
Qingfeng asked.
"I've never been more cautious than Ah Cheng," Xunwu said with certainty.
"That's too bad.
Ah Cheng peeked into every letter you exchanged," Qingfeng said, handing the envelope to Xunwu.
Xunwu took it and looked at it for a long time.
He didn't see any flaws and asked Qingfeng, "Junior brother, I don't see any problem.
Look, the dried paste on the envelope is still there."
"The problem lies in the paste that sticks the envelopes together," Qingfeng explained.
"How can the envelope be glued to the envelope, and how can the envelope be opened without any damage?"
Xunwu asked puzzledly.
"Brother, do you have a kettle for making tea?"
Qingfeng suddenly wanted to boil the kettle, making Xunwu even more confused.
"Yes" Xunwu replied.
"Bring it to me quickly," Qingfeng said to Xunwu.
Xunwu took out a tea set from his cabinet and took out the kettle alone.
"Light the small stove for making tea, fill the pot with water, and boil it," Qingfeng said again.
Xunwu said nothing, lit the charcoal, and sat on the kettle.
Soon, the water in the kettle boiled.
"Brother, please give me the envelope."
Qingfeng opened the lid of the kettle, steaming steam came out, and turned the envelope handed over by Xunwu many times on the mouth of the pot.
The envelope that had been glued was slowly opened by himself, and now Xunwu could understand it completely.
"In this way, if you stick it after reading it, you won't be able to see anything.
It's really amazing that our Wucheng Revolutionary Party was almost destroyed in the hands of these Japanese spies," Xunwu said angrily.
"A Cheng has already reported your important information to his senior brother.
You must make a prompt decision," Qingfeng said.
"Junior Brother, Brother, thank you for saving our entire Revolutionary Party.
You are our benefactor and I cannot thank you enough.
Brother, I also tell you frankly that the Commander-in-Chief Chen Leiting has decided to join the Revolutionary Party, and the day to work with us is set.
It's the 20th day of the lunar calendar three days later.
It seems that we must move forward immediately.
I will try to inform Chen Leiting that the event will happen tonight."
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"Okay, it's time for me to leave the affairs assigned to me by the Lord Controller.
I want to handle it for him and relieve his worries.
I'm waiting for your good news.
Senior brother, stay here.
You can quickly gather the people and I'll take my leave."
After Qingfeng finished speaking, He Xun Wen said hello and left Deqingguan on horseback.
After Qingfeng left, Xunwu paced back and forth in the house, unable to think of a suitable person to contact Chen Leiting.
Suddenly, a voice came from the window.
Xunwu suddenly had an idea, but he felt a little guilty and said to himself He said, "Master's spirit in heaven is Mingjian.
For the sake of the common people and the great rivers and mountains, the unscrupulous disciple has violated his promise by submissiveness to martial arts.
Please bear all the punishment on the disciple: