(After being reminded by a reader friend, I found out that I wrote two thirty-nine chapters earlier, so there is yesterday's chapter and forty-two chapters......
It's kind of embarrassing. ）………… Most of the Chaotian Continent was already full of spring, and Baicheng had finally finished its winter.The city is full of pear blossoms, and I return to the old temple for the winter.The beam-like giant knife was still silent, and the golden Buddha was still smiling, looking at the world outside the temple and the snowfields beyond.She walked up to the Buddha, took a fruit and nibbled on it, returned to the threshold and sat down, looking at the snowfield where the fog had cleared, and asked a question."
Wouldn't you get bored looking at the same scenery every day?""
I want this world to be boring like this, these days there has been constant movement in various parts of the continent, but it is lively, but it makes me a little uneasy."
The low and distant voice sounded, and there was a faint sound of breaking in it, which was really like the famous broken bell in Guocheng Temple.Wintertime raised his eyebrows and said, "This matter has nothing to do with me, and I don't even know where their list came from." ”The voice asked, "Do you think you can wipe out the Immortal Forest this time?"
”He didn't think about it for the winter, and said, "Of course it can't be." ”The voice went on to ask, "What about that person?"
”Guo Dong was silent for a while, and said: "It's difficult, even if Jian Xilai is forced to come forward in the end, he won't leave any handle, and he is not easy to kill." ”The voice said, "You want to kill him?"
”Wintertime threw away the fruit in his hand, stood up, and said, "Even if I want to kill him, I don't want you to do it." ”………… In late spring, rain is common.The spring rain in Chaoge City has fallen for a day and a night, and it seems that it will continue.The rain was not heavy, but it was a bit annoying, especially after the smooth bluestone pavement became wet, it was easy to slip.The black eaves of Taichang Temple look more and more like the horns of a dragon in the rain, as if a pair of eyes are watching the pedestrians and fallen children on the street, as if they are watching someone's joke.In the courtyard not far from Taichang Temple, the Jing family was eating.Jing Shang discussed with his father and wife about the child's admission to school, and then mentioned the child's marriage.The child who was unsteady on the road back then and wanted to be hugged by Jing Jiu is now eleven or twelve years old, eating with his head down, and he is very well-behaved.In the Guogong Mansion, not far from the well house, the rain knocked on the window, blurring the spring scene in the courtyard.The light of the day faded, and the Ru kiln bottle on the shelf was even more beautiful.Lu Guogong's gaze was withdrawn from the bottle, looked at his son, and said, "There may be some things these days, you don't leave the house." ”Shizi Luming asked curiously: "Father, what is the matter?"
”Lu Guogong was silent for a while, and then said, "A very interesting thing......
Immortal Lin wants to kill me. ”Hearing this news, Lu Ming was very surprised, thinking that his father was deeply trusted by His Majesty the God Emperor and could enter and leave the palace at will, but he had always acted in a low-key manner and rarely offended people, so why did he become the target of Immortal Lin?
The shock had not yet subsided, but it turned into worry, he knew very well how terrible the Immortal Forest was, even if his father was in a high position and powerful, and his entry and exit were protected by strong people, how could he prevent it?"
Immortal Lin really rarely misses, but since he knows it in advance, he naturally doesn't have to worry."
Lu Guogong looked at his son's expression and knew what he was thinking, and said, "This matter should end soon, and it won't last too long." ”Lu Ming didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, but he breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Why didn't Lao Lin kill you?"
”Lu Guogong said: "I don't think that someone wants to buy my life, so it is naturally related to the position of the father." ”Lu Ming was even more puzzled, thinking that his father was Taichang Siqing, what could this position have to do with an assassin organization like Immortal Forest?
………… Lu Guogong got up before dawn, and he used to ask for leave in the past few days, and he suddenly became diligent these days, and he would go to the court every day.Standing in the cave of the city gate, he was noisy and joking with the princes, and he seemed very normal, and he couldn't see what he was thinking, or what he was waiting for.When I left the palace, the morning light had arrived, and the rain falling on the long street was shining very beautifully.Lu Guogong looked at the scenery outside the window, but frowned, thinking why the other party hadn't made a move yet?
Before coming to Taichang Temple, Lu Guogong stepped down from the sedan chair, looked at the black eaves in the rain, didn't know what to think, and shook his head with a smile.The officials greeted him, and he responded gently, and walked into the Taichang Temple surrounded by his subordinates and came to the innermost room.The room was warm and dry, and the droplets of water from his official uniform and sideburns quickly disappeared, and he sighed comfortably and picked up the tea bowl at hand.Every morning when he came to the Yamen, a bowl of hot tea was prepared, right next to him in the most convenient place to hold it.It's been years now, and the deacons in the teahouse have done these things very well.For example, in the bowl today is the pale red Shanmei, which is his favorite tea in spring, and as for other seasons, of course, there will be different likes.The temperature of the tea in the bowl is also very particular, neither hot nor cold, which is his favorite temperature.If it was a weekday, he should have taken a sip of tea at this time, but he didn't drink it with the tea bowl today, and he seemed to be a little distracted and didn't know what he was thinking.Suddenly there was a commotion in the distance, mixed with a few exclamations.Lu Guogong still looked at the Shanmei tea in the bowl, and his expression remained unchanged.Dense footsteps rang out, many people came to his room, and a man dressed as a servant was pushed to the ground.Someone reported: "Guogong, this person is a deacon in the tea room, surnamed Zhou, and he poisoned the tea." ”Lu Guogong didn't raise his eyes and asked, "Did you find any residual poison?"
What exactly is poison?
”"This person was extremely cautious, and after poisoning, he threw the poison bag into the stove, and his subordinates couldn't stop it for a while, and he could only test the poison from the tea later."
The official who replied was not a subordinate of Taichang Temple from the official uniform, but an official of the Qing Heavenly Division.Lu Guogong raised his head, gently put the tea bowl back on the table, and looked at the tea room handyman on the ground, his eyes narrowed.The assassin of the Immortal Forest was actually not a strong cultivator who was good at assassination, but a miscellaneous servant who had worked in Taichang Temple for many years.If he hadn't known about it beforehand, he might have actually drunk the tea in his bowl today.Ordinary poison doesn't mean much to a person like him, but since Immortal Lin dares to design it like this, the poison in the tea must not be ordinary.Since the teahouse handyman was not a cultivator, Qing Tiansi was not afraid that he would commit suicide, so he did not use the Yuan Qi Lock, but just tied his hands with ropes.He felt Guogong's gaze, his face was pale, and he was so frightened that he couldn't kneel at all, he was paralyzed on the ground, and his body kept shaking.When Lu Guogong looked at him, he knew that this miscellaneous servant should have been instigated or coerced, and he didn't know the inside story of this matter at all, and he didn't even know that the main messenger behind the scenes was Bu Lao Lin, so he waved his hand and motioned to drag it down.There was some confusion in the room, and there were people everywhere under the porch, and the plackets of their rain-soaked clothes rubbed against each other.An official shouted that something important was to be reported, and with an anxious face on his face, he squeezed through the crowd and came to the front of the house.Just as he was about to step over the threshold, the thin rain under the porch suddenly became chaotic.I don't know where a wicked wind blew.Lu Guogong raised his head.()