Gongsun Yu didn’t move his head and only looked at Jiang Wang.

 In his eyes, there was only a silence that was alienating people from thousands of miles away.

 He doesn’t want to say anything, he can’t say anything.

Jiang Wang sighed and said, "Do you know that Feng Gu is dead? He was hanged with three feet of white silk in the mourning hall of His Highness Eleventh Prince."

These words seemed to finally touch Gongsun Yu. He reached into his sleeves...

He took out a dagger, threw it lightly, and dropped it at Jiang Wang's feet.

He held up the sleeve corner of his right hand with his left hand and made a gesture of invitation.

 This is his last expression tonight.

 His meaning is obvious.

 He won’t say anything.

 Either leave or kill him.

Jiang Wang was silent for a while, picked up the dagger on the ground, stood up and walked forward.

This bedroom is no more than twelve steps long.

 The distance between him and Gongsun Yu was no more than six steps.

He wanted to kill Gongsun Yu, and it would not take more than one breath. Whether Gongsun Yu resisted or not, it would not affect this time.

 One is a world-famous young genius, and the other is a famous disciple, who was once a rising figure in Linzi City.

 Before today, they had only met once.

 There is almost no other intersection with each other.

 After we parted ways in Yunwu Mountain, we each had too many differences.

 In this world, everyone is experiencing their own life.

 It’s just Jiang Wang’s magnificent story that has been sung throughout the world.

And his Gongsun Yu's turbulent waves were all swallowed into the belly in that half-cut tongue.

 Over and over again, chewing alone.

Gongsun Yu gently closed his eyes and felt very calm.

 No regrets or resentment.

But he only heard a soft sound, which was the sound of the dagger gently hitting the low table.

 He opened his eyes, and there was no one in front of him.

Only the dagger placed on the low table showed that the man had indeed been here.

 …

 …

 Leaving the courtyard where Gongsun Yu lived, he casually lifted the sound blockade.

Jiang Wang had no expression on his face. He just returned along the original path, jumped out of the manor, and went to meet the shadow guard named Qingzhuan.

The birds chirped every moment without stopping, indicating that under Qing Zhuan’s surveillance, nothing unusual happened outside the manor.

Not far from the south side of the manor, there is a mountain forest. The green bricks are hidden in it, and the manipulation of birdsong is not obtrusive.

Jiang Wang's body was as fast as the wind, blowing through the night, but he suddenly stopped in front of the mountain forest.

 Hand is on the sword.

"I came here with no ill intentions, just to reconnect with old acquaintances. I have never hurt anyone, and I have never damaged the manor. If you don't believe me, you can go back to the manor now to check." He said in as gentle a tone as possible: "Please don't hurt the people I brought here.

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“My ability to control birds is good, but my calls are too regular.”

From the shadow of the mountain forest, a young man of medium height walked out, carrying a bow and carrying a sword. His sharp eyes looked at Jiang Wang: "Introduce me, I am Yang Jing."

The bird's chirping naturally stopped.

 The moonlight is shallow and the night is windless.

“I’m Jiang Wang.” Jiang Wang kept his distance and took the initiative to say: “I took the liberty of coming here uninvited tonight. Please forgive me, Mr. Yang. If there is anything I can do to make up for it, please let me know.”

Yang Jing looked at him and said: "I have long admired your great name!"

Two monks in powerful attire came out of the forest, carrying the blue bricks tied with five-flowered flowers.

 Looking at Qing Zhuang's bruised nose and swollen face, it was obvious that he had suffered a bit. But fortunately, he was not disabled and had no problems with his cultivation.

“A small name is not worth mentioning.” Jiang Wang said: “There are still twenty-eight friends in the forest. You might as well come out together so that I can get to know them all.”

 So one black shadow after another came out of the forest.

　　They all have swords on their waists, and have a cold temperament, forming a faint military formation.

The Yang family has been able to take root in Biwu County for so long. Although it is not a famous family, it does have something that should not be underestimated.

Yang Jing smiled nonchalantly: "How did you guess that it was me and not you who caused other troubles?"

"If it was me who caused other troubles, there should be no chance of me noticing." Jiang Wang explained quietly, and then said: "Please give me a chance to make up for the offense."

"No need." Yang Jing raised his chin, and his men untied Qing Bian.

He looked at Jiang Wang and said, "My friends are fine, and so are your people."

Jiang Wang said sincerely: "Thank you Mr. Yang for your generosity."

 “My friend doesn’t want to see guests, I hope there won’t be a next time.”

"If there is a next time, I will hand over the name card first." Jiang Wang said.

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“Then we won’t disturb you.” Jiang Wang cupped his hands and left with the shadow guard named Qing Zhuan.

“Are you just going to let them go?” Looking at the backs of the two men, one of the men approached and asked.

 “What if?” Yang Jing sighed: “That’s Jiang Qingyang!”

 “But this is Biwu County.” The subordinate said.

“Biwu County is small, but the world is huge!” Yang Jing shook his head: “It seems it’s time to give Brother Gongsun another place to live...”

 …

 …

“Does it still hurt?” Jiang Wang asked as he walked on the road.

Qing Bian grinned: "It's nothing. It's just because of me... your whereabouts were still exposed."

"He won't tell anyone." Jiang Wang said firmly: "Judging from Yang Jing's posture tonight, it is really not easy for you to find this place."

Qingzhuan said calmly: "We will do whatever Mr. Sheng tells us well."

Jiang Wang recalled the true meaning of his exaggerated shouting...

I couldn’t help but ask: “Are you all from the military?”

“Ah, yes.” Qing Zhuan said: “Training under... Master Ji Tu.”

“It’s true that a famous general has no weak soldiers!” Jiang Wang praised.

Qing Zhuan was probably not used to being praised, so he asked, "Shall we go back to Linzi now?"

Jiang Wang took a look at the sky.
Chapter completed!