It suddenly started raining in Lin'an City, and the heavy rain was dancing wildly. The eaves and roofs were covered with white mist, and the ground was like a white carpet with no end, pouring endlessly.

Jiang Mu walked in a small alley and left a row of heavy footprints. He was dressed in black, which was completely different from the heaven and earth. His hat was covered with raindrops. He also had a few splashes of water on his waist and the hilt of the sword.

Deep in the alley, there is a clinic with its door open.

Jiang Mu stopped in front of the clinic, looked at the word Le'an on the plaque, and walked in slowly.

When he was at the door, Jiang Mu took off his hat and patted it gently before entering the door.

There was only one doctor in the clinic who was picking up medicine for the guests. A young man in a brocade dress and wearing a straw hat couldn't see his face clearly. Jiang Mu couldn't help but glance at the young man. He was very white and dignified. He looked like he was not an ordinary person at first glance. Such a person appeared in such a small clinic, which was indeed eye-catching. The doctor was Mei Le'an, the female doctor who treated Li Zhifei yesterday.

The young man in brocade took the medicine and did not leave. Instead, he smiled slightly at Jiang Mu and made a place for Jiang Mu.

Jiang Mu bowed to the young man, walked forward and said, "Doctor Mei, I'll get the medicine!"

Mei Lean tapped the abacus gently, but did not look up. He pointed at the counter and wrapped several packets of medicine with oil paper, and said, "Hot down on the low heat, three times a day, three days a day!"

Jiang Mu looked at the medicine on the counter, bowed and thanked him, and then walked out with the medicine.

Standing at the door, looking at the snowflakes that fluttered in the wind, he slowly picked up his hat and stayed on his head, slowly tying the rope.

Just as he was about to go out, Mei Lean in the clinic suddenly stopped his hand, and the only abacus knocking sound in the silence all over the place also came to an abrupt end.

And at this moment, the young man in brocade suddenly spoke, "I heard that the Canglang Gang temporarily released a batch of goods today, and he was leaving the Forty-fourth Alley."

The young man in brocade clothes had a somewhat neutral voice, but his tone was completely different from the smile on his face. His tone was indifferent and cold. After saying only one sentence, he went out and passed by Jiang Mu.

When he arrived at the door, the young man suddenly took off his hat, which was Yu Ziqi, who was given to the Three Sects by Jiang Muyi.

Mei Lean frowned, looked at Jiang Mu and the young men who left, and then continued to lower his head and knocked on her abacus.

The "crackling" sound seems a bit complicated.

Jiang Mu looked at the gradually blurred back of the departing Yu Ziqi, and was slightly stunned for a moment, and went out with the medicine.

The snow was getting heavier and dense.

When Jiang Mu's figure disappeared in the wind and snow, Mei Lean slowly raised his head and muttered, "There are so many troubles!"

Then she slowly closed the door and hung a closed sign on the door.

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Suiwang Mansion.

Dr. Mei Le'anmei, who had been responsible for regulating King Sui, Qin Yang, came, and was familiar with it and started to acupuncture for Qin Yang again.

Because of Qin Yang's physical condition, the servants took the initiative to retreat out of the door.

Dr. Mei continued to give Qin Yang acupuncture and suddenly spoke: "Today, Yu Ziqi and Jiang Zibai met in my clinic."

"Coincidence?" Qin Yang was slightly stunned.

"No," Mei Lean shook his head and said, "Yu Ziqi told Jiang Zibai about the whereabouts of Ming Zhen Detective."

Qin Yang suddenly sneered: "It seems that all of us underestimated the power behind President Jiang, and they have arranged people to Zhao Mingcheng."

"Yu Ziqi is Jiang Zibai's man?" Mei Lean wondered: "Since that's the case, why should I choose to meet in my clinic now?"

Qin Yang said: "Director Jiang knows you are my person. He will give me a good fortune when I first match him and Li Zhifu."

"Future?" Mei Lean was surprised.

Qin Yang nodded and said, "Director Jiang already knows your identity. When he met Yu Ziqi, he deliberately let you hear the news. The Zhao family... is over!"

Mei Lean frowned and said, "What's wrong with the Zhao family?"

Qin Yang smiled and said, "This time in the battle of Taoism, the aristocratic families lost, and they will have to pay some price. This price is the Zhao family's power in the capital. Let's prepare. Today, the underground power in the capital is going to be reshuffled. President Jiang has already communicated to me in advance. We have taken the lead. How much we can eat depends on our own strength."

Mei Lean was shocked and said, "Your Highness, what are you talking about?"

"No," Qin Yang nodded and said, "Director Jiang and his father are going to attack the Zhao family. Detective Ming Zhen is just an opportunity. Whether Zhao Mingcheng helps Detective Ming Zhen or not, something will happen to the Zhao family. If I guess correctly, the forces behind Detective Jiang have penetrated into the underground forces in the capital during this period. This time, Detective Jiang won, and all the aristocratic families have to take a step back, and Detective Jiang can directly lift a lot of things onto the table!"

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Qian44 Lane is located in the slums of Dongcheng. The buildings are dilapidated. It is difficult to see a small stall vendor or idle people walking around the streets from day to night. Because people in the slums seek survival and have no elegance. On this heavy rainy day, it is good to stop the leaking rain at home, so how can you have the leisure to come out and stroll around?

Therefore, this place is particularly quiet, as quiet as the sound of passing by the caravan is like thunder, and as quiet as the sound of the signs of the shabby cake shop is like pine waves. When you walk through the streets, you can hardly see any passers-by walking in the rain.

Even when some idle guys who like to watch the fun heard the noise, he leaned out of the window, he saw the flag of the Canglang Gang from afar and then retreated.

These gangs in Lin'an City may not have any signs, and they may just pull a few people out, but they are not something that these gangs can mess with. For example, Li Zhifu took Jiang Mu to the Canglang Gang before, which was very worthy of the Canglang Gang, but Zuocuo, the leader of the Canglang Gang, not only smiled, but also lost money to avoid disasters.

It seems that the gangs in Lin'an City all seem to be quite cowardly, but that only depends on who they are facing. After all, in Lin'an City, even if you throw a brick, you can kill several officials. The gangs in the Jianghu City are indeed very cautious, but for these ordinary people in the slums, these people are like bloodthirsty tigers and cannot be avoided.

The Canglang Gang seemed to have a lot of things to ship this time. The carriage was filled with 7 or 8 taels, and it was covered with oil cloth. It was tightly covered. Twenty or thirty men carrying steel knives looked very solemn, all wearing hats to face the wind and snow. The leader was the famous double flower red stick of the Canglang Gang. People in the three religions and nine ranks would respect the Third Master, and their status in the Lin'an area was quite high.

In the corner where no one noticed, Zhao Mingcheng was quietly following him, Zuocuo, the leader of the Canglang Gang.

"Young Master, don't worry, I have some care along the way. Young Master Ming will not be discovered by mingling in the caravan." Zuocuo said.

Zhao Mingcheng sighed slightly and said, "I am still a little worried. I just hope that Brother Ming can understand after experiencing this disaster. After so many years, he still can't lose his habits in the world!"

Zuocuo said with great interest: "Actually, I think Mr. Ming is indeed very suitable for being in the world, and perhaps he can still walk a path that belongs to him."

Zhao Mingcheng shook his head and said, "But his identity is destined to not be able to go to the world. If it were ordinary children of aristocratic families, it would be fine. He is a direct descendant of the Ming family in Shandong. This Ming family is a gentry who has been passed down for a hundred years. How could he allow his own children to go to the world?"

Zuocuo smiled and said, "That's the reason."

"And, Brother Ming counted all the revenge on Jiang Mu. Now the identity of Jianghu is the dean of Jixia Academy. If he goes to Jianghu and wants to take revenge, it is probably impossible for him to do this life!" Zhao Mingcheng said.

Zuocuo nodded and said, "This revenge may not be repaid. The one who killed people was the Gongfeng Pavilion, and the cause was Dean Jiang. Both are not simple."

"Forget it," Zhao Mingcheng shook his head and said, "I can't help him too much. As long as he can leave Lin'an City and return to Shandong, I will feel at ease!"

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At the end of the forty-four lanes in front is a pavilion called Fengyu Pavilion. The current Fengyu Pavilion is hidden in the heavy rain, hidden in the sound of the wind, and can only vaguely see a dilapidated pavilion.

Qi San led the caravan to walk slowly,

Just as he was about to arrive at Fengyu Pavilion, he suddenly waved his hand to signal the caravan to stop.

Because, in the blurry rain, he vaguely saw a figure in the wind and rain pavilion. He squinted his eyes and looked carefully. It was a man holding a sword in his hand. The man was wearing a black suit, leaning against the pillar and a hat, and couldn't see his face clearly.

With years of experience in running around the world, Qi San immediately concluded that this person was not good at the visitor.

He slowly took off the steel knife from his back and bowed, "I don't know which brother it is, so I'm here to help you look at the third place. I'll pass by here, and I hope you can get a convenient way!"

The man in black did not speak, but slowly walked out of the wind and rain pavilion and slowly approached in the heavy rain. His long sword was unsheathed, and the sword shining with cold light dragged on the ground, drawing a deep trace.
Chapter completed!