Several black umbrellas carefully escorted the woman in white dress and walked dozens of steps and got on a carriage waiting there.

The boy who came out of the sesame oil shop that had collapsed halfway looked at the woman in white dress without looking at it. It was not until the woman in white dress lifted the curtain and sat in, that he sighed and said, "It's so beautiful."

The black-clothed swordsman who fell not far in front of him came to his senses. Thinking of the meaning contained in the short three words of the woman in the white dress, a huge feeling of joy and shock and numbness first filled his body.

"pretty?"

Then he began to chew on the words of the boy behind him. Ye Sishou's beauty is beyond doubt. However, a giant of a country like her, a cultivator who only looks up to him, just using "beauty" to describe her appearance, seems to be a blasphemy.

The sound of horse hooves came, and the carriage carrying the female leader of the Great Qin Dynasty instantly penetrated into the mist and rain, disappearing.

Most black-clothed swordsmen disappeared quickly and silently in this street and alley just like when they came.

The blurred streets and alleys in the rain were finally awakened completely. More and more people walked out of their homes to see what was going on, but just in a few breaths, countless sounds of gold and iron hitting the ground covered the sound of rain and thunder.

In an instant, countless chariots came to form iron walls, blocking their sight.

"Your name is Ding Ning, you are from Wutong Luojiu Shop? Why did you come here to make sesame oil?"

Under a temporary simple canopy, a middle-aged and slightly bald official handed a piece of dry cloth to the boy who was almost wet, asking.

The official looked very kind. Because he was in a hurry, a little oil even appeared on his forehead, giving people a more mediocre feeling. However, most of the officials and soldiers who were doing around him deliberately kept a certain distance from him, because the people of Changling who had some insight knew that he was Mo Qing Palace.

One of the most experienced "evil dogs" in Shendujian.

"Evil dog" is definitely not a commendable title, but it implies many important meanings. In addition to being fierce and sensitive to smell, it often means that there are enough minions and strong backers behind it. For such an extremely difficult "evil dog" that cannot be beaten with sticks, the best way is to stay away from it.

At this moment, he had just arrived, his breath was not calm, but he had dozens of case files in his hand, one of which had detailed the identity of the boy who was somewhat suspicious in front of him.

The boy named Ding Ning did not realize the terror of the slightly fat middle-aged official who looked easy to talk. While using the dry cloth handed to him by Mo Qing Palace, he wiped the mud and water on his face with curious eyes, he looked at the cold war chariot with tiger head patterns on the hilt of the green swordsman on the chariot. He did not answer Mo Qing Palace's question as soon as possible, but asked, "Is this our tiger and wolf army in the Great Qin?"

Mo Qinggong wiped the sweat beads on his forehead and replied: "That's it."

"Who is living in that yard?" Ding Ning, who was even more handsome and spiritual, said seriously, "You want to mobilize so many people?"

Mo Qinggong felt that Ding Ning was more and more interesting. The calm aura on the other party made him inexplicably infected. He calmed down a little, and some brightness gradually appeared in his eyes.

"Have you heard of the sword furnace?" He asked back with a pleasant look without being angry.

"Zhao Kingdom Sword Furnace?" Ding Ning was a little tranced.

"That's right." Mo Qinggong looked at him kindly and said patiently: "Since the beginning of the conquest of the Great Qin Dynasty and the Zhao State, the people in the world have understood that the strongest place of practice in Zhao State was not the Qingyang Sword Tower, but the seemingly ordinary iron thunder shop. The eight true disciples of the Sword Furnace were all those who could slaughter the city with one sword. Zhao State had been destroyed by our dynasty for thirteen years, but the remnants of the Sword Furnace were still pricked in the throat of my Great Qin Dynasty. If they were not removed for a day, they would not be able to feel at ease. Today, the person who was killed is Zhao Zhan, the seventh disciple of the Sword Furnace."

"No wonder..." Ding Ning looked at the chasm of the chariot, looking at the yard that had disappeared, and many practitioners were carefully searching every tiny corner, and said thoughtfully.

Mo Qinggong smiled slightly: "Now you want to understand why I asked you these trivial questions at the beginning?"

Ding Ning nodded seriously, "A enemy bandit like this lurks here. Of course, all nearby people need to check it out clearly, especially those like me who don't live here, so I have to ask clearly."

Mo Qinggong nodded slightly in admiration: "Then can you answer my previous question now?"

Ding Ning smiled and said, "Actually, the sesame oil shop we have not done business these two days, so we can only come here nearby. I didn't expect to be delayed by a heavy rain, and I didn't expect to encounter such a thing."

Mo Qinggong was silent for a moment, then grabbed an umbrella from beside him and handed it to Ding Ning, "Since that's the case, you can leave."

Ding Ning was a little surprised and asked with clear eyes: "It's that simple?"

"I can't bear to leave? Don't make trouble for yourself!" Mo Qinggong scolded angrily and amusedly, waved his hand, and signaled the boy to leave soon.

"Then your umbrella?"

"If I don't come and get it, I'll give it to you."

...

Looking at Ding Ning's back, Mo Qing Palace's divine appearance gradually became cold. After pondering for a moment, he yelled softly at the canopy behind him: "Come Qin Huaishu here!"

The thin young man in a plain clothes walked into the temporary awning shortly after his shout.

Mo Qinggong looked up slightly and looked at the young man walking in front of him. His fingers gently tapped the case file unfolded in front of him. After more than ten consecutive hits, he asked slowly: "Wutongluo, this young man named Ding Ning, you made this backup file. Do you have any impression?"

The skinny young man stood respectfully with his head down, neither humble nor arrogant, saying, "Yes."

Mo Qinggong looked at him coldly and said in a deep voice: "Based on this preparatory volume, he and his aunt who runs a wine shop can be said to be extremely clean, but the key is, why did you make such a preparatory volume?"

The skinny young man seemed to have expected him to ask such a question, and replied without any hesitation: "This young man is indeed a Qin man, and the origin of several generations is very clear. The reason why his subordinates made this investigation case was because Fang Hou Mansion had contact with him, and Fang Hou Mansion had specially invited Fang Xiumu to see him."

Mo Qinggong was stunned: "Fanghou Mansion?"

The skinny young man nodded: "The young man's parents died of illness since he was young, and his aunt took care of him. His aunt has a wine shop in Wutonglu. Although the shop is very small, it is very famous. People from Fanghou's mansion have bought wine in this wine shop, probably because they felt that this boy had some potential, so they specially invited Fang Xiumu to see it in person."

Mo Qinggong frowned slightly, and his fingers unconsciously tapped the case file again.

"What happened later?" he pondered for a moment and asked.

The skinny young man replied seriously: "After seeing Fang Xiumu, Fang Hou's Mansion never had any contact with this son again. His subordinates inferred that Fang Xiumu felt that he was not enough to become a practitioner. Besides, this son's identity is low and his background is undoubtedly, so he just prepared and sealed the book according to the rules and did not spend more effort to investigate."

Mo Qinggong's eyes showed a praising expression for the first time, "You're doing a good job."

The skinny young man's expression still did not change much, and he said calmly: "I am just doing my duty."

Mo Qinggong thought for a while and asked, "Can the wine from the small wine in Wutongluo enter the eyes of Fanghou's mansion?"

The skinny young man shook his head, "The reason why his wine shop is famous is because his aunt is extremely beautiful."

Mo Qing Palace was completely stunned.

The thin young man still didn't look up, but there was an imperceptible smile on his lips, thinking that if you really saw that woman, you would probably be even more shocked.

Mo Qinggong smiled as if he was ridiculed, suddenly looked at the thin young man seriously, and said softly: "This time, Lingxu Sword Gate opened the mountain gate, I will put you on the recommendation list."

"grown ups!"

Before, the thin young man always maintained a respectful and steady attitude, but Mo Qinggong's whisper made him tremble violently like the top of the five thunders, and he let out an uncontrollably exclaim.

The appearance of Mo Qing Palace did not change much. He patted the emotional young man on the shoulder and said slowly: "Before you go to Lingxu Sword Sect to practice, do me one last favor, help me check the origins of him and the people around him, and help me find out what Fang Xiumu made about him."

...

All the streets and alleys of Changling, just like Zhao Zhan said, are straightforward, horizontal, vertical and vertical, and even the corner towers are evenly distributed throughout the city.

At this moment, on the corner tower closest to the canopy of Mo Qing Palace, behind the curtains of the curtain, there was a wisteria chair. On the chair was an old man wearing ordinary plain cloth, with sparse white hair hanging down on his shoulders like ginseng beards.

Behind the old man was a tall young man wearing yellow cloth.

The young man has a gentle face and a quiet and gentle expression. He is the type that easily feels good at first sight. At this time, his hands are hanging on the back of the wisteria chair, looking modest and close.

"What are you thinking?"

The old man withdrew his gaze that fell to the distance, smiled slightly, and said actively.

The young man in yellow shifted his footsteps and walked to the old man's side and said respectfully: "Master, since the Ye Sishou can kill Zhao Zhan alone, it means that she has at least stepped through the threshold of the mid-grade level of the seventh realm. But I don't understand that at this moment, there are still people who can kill Zhao Zhan alone, except for the Ye Sishou. Why must the Ye Sishou, who is practicing abroad, come back?"

The old man smiled slightly, stretched out his fingers like a dead branch, and pointed to the rain curtain outside the corner building: "What did you see?"

The young man in yellow looked hard and looked at it, like a waterfall and rain, but he saw the straight streets and alleys. He replied apologetically: "Disciple is dull, please let the master give me some advice."

"You look too close, you only see the streets and alleys in front of you, but you can't see the borders of Changling." The old man narrowed his eyes slightly and said slowly: "But you should know that this city is the only capital in the world without an outer city wall. The reason why the city wall is not needed is because the sword of each of us Qin people is the city wall."

The young man in yellow clothes looked solemn and silent.

"Your Majesty, or Li Xiang, sees you much further than you."

The old man kindly glanced at the young man in yellow, but said with some ridicule, "There is at least two layers of intention when Zhao Yeshi came back. One layer is that although there are many powerful men in Changling who can kill Zhao Zhan independently, one more is always more powerful. Although the Yeshishou had already had a great reputation before, most people suspected that she had not even entered the seventh realm. Today, the Yeshishou assassination of Zhao Zhan with one sword will be the loudest thunder in autumn, and the invisible walls of my Changling were thicker. The other layer of intention is that Yeshishou has been practicing overseas for several years, including me, and I naturally have some doubts in my heart, doubting whether Yeshishou is not trusted by His Majesty, which is equivalent to being exiled. Now Yeshishou has suddenly returned to eliminate evil, which only shows that His Majesty and Yeshishou have always had close contact, and rumors and doubts are self-defeating."

"Li Xiang really sees much further than me." The young man in yellow sighed.

When he spit out the word "Li Xiang", he looked both admiring and ashamed.

Li Xiang is a noble title.

There were two prime ministers in the Great Qin Dynasty, one with the surname Yan and the other with the surname Li.

These two prime ministers have different ages, appearances, preferences and strengths, but they are both mysterious and powerful.

Their mystery and power are in the shadow of most parts of Changling, and in the shadow of them, everyone is sure that they are powerful practitioners, but no one has seen their actions, and few people are even qualified to see their true faces.

The real strength lies in the fact that many people who are already very strong and fearful in this world are just their loyal subordinates.

People who are too strong often have no friends.

Therefore, in Changling, when it comes to Yan Xiang or Li Xiang, the corresponding emotions are often awe, fear, and resentment, but there is very few true admiration in the eyes of this young man in yellow.

"Master's opinion should be good. Your Majesty is mainly practicing for this period. This kind of thing should be the head of Li Xiang... It's just that the Lushan Alliance is about to come back. At this time, Zhao Yesi should have more ideas." After sighing, the young man in yellow thought for a moment and continued.

The old man smiled with satisfaction.

In his opinion, his closed disciple is indeed not very talented and intelligent, but his temperament is as straight and open as the road in Changling.

There is no natural hostility towards anyone, and the attitude of carefully learning the other person's strengths is to look at people.

Such people lived long and went far in such a turbulent Qin Dynasty.

It is no problem to see things that are not far enough for the time being. As long as you can go far enough, you will always see more things than others.

...

The rare rainstorm does not mean stopping for the time being, and a thin layer of water accumulates on the entire street of Changling.
Chapter completed!