Chapter 422: Magistrate Luan, take a look, who is this official? (5k)
In the morning, a caravan from the north came to Fengcheng County.
The carriage drove on the main road that connected the north and south of this ancient city. The wheels rolled and rolled over the bluestone slabs, making a monotonous sound.
Zhao Duan sat in his own carriage, opened the curtain, and scanned the ancient buildings on both sides of the streets in Fengcheng - the buildings on Binhai Road were different from those in the capital and Huai River.
Most of them are two-story buildings. The roof ridges of the buildings are steeper and larger than those in the north. There are ditches dug on both sides of the street to drain rainwater.
"Dayu Geography" records that Binhai Road is low-lying and is close to the Dadonghai Sea. Fengcheng's terrain is particularly low-lying, and because it faces a mountain range called "Yunling" nearby, it forms a particularly rainy geographical pattern.
To the south of Yunling, it is said that it leads intermittently to "Luoshan" where the built road was built, which is the place where emperors of all dynasties "finished Zen".
To the east of Fengcheng, all the way to the end, is the big green mountain next to Emperor Wu City that is shrouded in sea fog all year round.
"Qingshan is located on the coast, so Binhai Road has more Jianghu forces. Green Forest wanted criminals often cross this border. Zhuang Xiaocheng really put a lot of thought into hiding here."
Zhao Du An looked away, holding the simple and mysterious "Feng Yue Baojian" in her hand.
At this moment, the bronze mirror reflected his ordinary face after wearing the mask.
"Zhuang Xiaocheng..."
Zhao Duan stared at the mirror, recalling Zhuang Xiaocheng's appearance in his heart. Clouds of mist surged up on the mirror, rolling endlessly, and it was vaguely visible in the mirror. A picture appeared, but it was so blurry that it was impossible to see clearly.
"Sure enough, although Zhuang Xiaocheng is a mortal, he must have a way to avoid being tracked by magic, and Fengyue Baojian cannot spy on him...
However, Baojian's reaction shows that this There is a probability that the National People’s Congress is indeed on the boundary of Fengcheng, otherwise the spell casting will only fail, and it will not look like a mosaic..."
Zhao Duan was not surprised. This meant that the method of directly finding the location of the headquarters through the Fengyue Treasure Mirror was not possible.
It’s not surprising. If it could be found so easily, Kuangfu Society would have been destroyed long ago.
Feeling the convoy turning, Zhao Duan flipped his wrist, put away the bronze mirror, and waited silently.
......
Not long after, the carriage turned around and stopped behind a slightly secluded inn.
The people in brocade clothes disguised as caravan members got out of their cars, knocked on the door, and immediately led the carriage and goods into the backyard of the inn.
It looks like a normal business accommodation.
Zhao Duan got out of the car, looked at his colleagues who also came out, and exchanged a look with each other. The group entered the backyard and entered the main hall of the courtyard under the guidance of a waiter.
The main hall is not big, with tables and chairs on both sides, and cheap calligraphy and paintings on the walls.
“This is a stronghold of the imperial shadow guards. Oh, the inn is also real. It is run by the outer shadow guards to convey messages.”
Haitang looked at Gongshu Tianyuan and the listless Jin Jian with curious faces, and took the initiative to explain in a low voice.
The little fat priest nodded slowly, put his hands behind his back, raised his chest proudly, and looked around the room furnishings:
“We disciples of the Tianshi Mansion can also hold the Dharma basket and go to any Taoist temple to stay overnight. Any government office is a welcome guest. "
As the priest Zhu Dian, Gongshu Tianyuan joined the government team this time to repay his favor, but he was always thinking about maintaining the high image of Tianshi Mansion.
“The presence of the priest of Tianshi Mansion represents the face of the leader of the Taoist sect and cannot be reduced!”
Before leaving the city, Gongshu Tianyuan repeatedly warned the confused gold slip.
At this moment, the palm-sized face of the young priest was full of sleepiness, and her eyelids couldn't help drooping. After hearing the words of the senior brother, she still stood up and said proudly:
"Yes...yawn..."
No...this fat guy Gongshu has been thinking about not losing his status all day long. You are so sleepy, why are you joining in the fun...Zhao Duan cursed , suddenly had a headache.
With Jin Jian’s virtue, does it mean that future fights can only be fought at night?
As soon as the group of people sat down in the hall, two figures walked side by side from outside. They were:
They were dressed as scholars, with sickly and pale skin, like a sick young man who would collapse in the wind.
A woman who looks like a heroine with a sword tied to her back and most of her face covered with a bronze mask.
At this moment, two sharp eyes appeared in the hollow of her faceplate.
As soon as the two stepped into the room, they looked around and locked eyes on the strange man who was obviously sitting in the main seat. They raised their hands and saluted:
"My subordinates are here to see Mr. Zhao. I don't know that you will miss your welcome when you enter the city."
The secret spies waiting at Jinfu Inn are the two "golden shadows" who captured the county magistrate Wang Chusheng in Taicang. guard".
The male hero is codenamed "Scholar" and the female hero is codenamed "Hongye".
Because the latter was suspected to be a descendant of Pei Niannu, Zhao Duan had reviewed the files in the palace and was deeply impressed.
In addition to recognizing the abilities of the two men, when the plan to exchange prisoners and install spies was originally planned, Zhao Duan ordered that the task of contacting the spies be given to them.
This time when we came to Fengcheng, we made arrangements in advance. Two shadow guards arrived early and stayed in the inn as "travelers" for several days.
"No need to be polite, just sit down and talk,"
Zhao Duan smiled and gestured. Seeing the two shadow guards sitting down slightly cautiously, he asked:
"I came here incognito, and you all know the purpose. Has this place changed in these days?"
The scholar and Hongye looked at each other, and the former said seriously:
"Replying to your lord, according to your instructions, we have been maintaining secret contact with the spies headed by the 'actor'. Many of the rebels who came back from the prisoner exchange are still placed in a manor ten miles east of the city and have not yet been transferred. .
Some time ago during the Chinese New Year, the rebels gathered here, and Zhuang Xiaocheng came out. Now...it's a pity that there was no warning in advance. When the spies sent back the news, the people had already dispersed."
"As for this period, for the sake of caution, I did not contact them, but we investigated secretly and found out. Something is wrong.”
“Oh?” Zhao Duan raised his eyebrows.
The sickly scholar was about to speak. Suddenly, the sleepy Jin Jian, who was languid in the chair, opened his eyelids and looked outside as if in stress.
Then, Ji Yue, Lang Shiba, and Gongshu Tianyuan all looked out of the house with stunned expressions almost at the same time.
"The sound of horse hooves...and swords...many people...are coming this way and are surrounding the inn."
The drunkard Lang Shiba suddenly spoke.
The former Jubei City Counselor's eyes were sharp, he walked to the corner of the room, opened the window a crack, and said in a deep voice.
Surround the inn? Sword? Zhao Duan was stunned and looked at the scholar and Hongye in astonishment.
The two gold medal shadow guards also had blank expressions and did not understand what was happening.
“Go out and take a look.” Zhao Duan stood up and said, taking the lead to walk out, followed by several people in the house.
As soon as they walked out of the room, they heard noise coming from the main entrance of the inn, accompanied by people’s exclamations and loud shouts:
“The imperial court is arresting the traitors, everyone hurry up. Squat down quickly!”
At the same time, Zhao Duan relied on his excellent hearing to capture that the entire inn was filled with footsteps.
He turned his head left and right and saw a famous crossbowman leaping out of the walls in all directions and on the roof of the building next door.
They all held military crossbows and aimed at the patio in the backyard of the inn. The sharp arrows shone coldly in the sun.
"Sir, be careful..."
The people who were cleaning up the rooms in the inn also swarmed out. Hou Ren suddenly took out his knife from his luggage and ran out, looking up. Glancing at the crossbowmen at several "shooting points" around him, his expression changed:
"It's a magic weapon crossbow!"
"Protect your lord!"
A group of Jinyi captains each drew their swords and surrounded Zhao Duan and others in a circle, alert to the rain of arrows that might come at any time.
It seems that they have forgotten that compared to the four worldly realms around Zhao Duan, they are the ones who should be protected more...
"Bang!"
Soon. , the front door of the inn was kicked away with a strong force, and the entire door flew out, hitting the ground in the backyard hard, raising a plume of smoke and dust.
Zhao Duan looked coldly and saw a group of heavily armed elite officers with armor and swords pouring into the courtyard like a torrent, surrounding everyone in the courtyard in a semicircle.
The leader of this group of official servants has a dark complexion and sharp eyes. Unlike the others who wear soft armor, he only has a headcatcher's robe. The cuffs and collar are piping in deep red and embroidered with silver thread. Zhao Duan You can recognize it at a glance as it is a uniform worn only by government officials.
Peony Hall Chief of Police Zhang Han was obviously stunned for a moment. Zhao Duan glanced at him and asked in a low voice:
"Know him?"
Zhang Han lowered his voice, Said:
"The head catcher of Binhai Road Xifu Yamen, Zhang Jian, has the same surname as me, but he is not from the same family. He is a very powerful guy, and we had a relationship once."
The head catcher of Xifu Yamen? Luan Cheng's men?
Why did you end up in Fengcheng County? When Zhao Duan was confused, he saw a large group of official servants coming towards them menacingly in crimson official robes.
Behind him was a county magistrate with a restraining expression.
Wearing a black gauze on his head and looking like a middle-aged scholar, the prefect Luan Cheng sternly scolded:
"You boldly rebel against the party and dare to hide in the jurisdiction of this government. You are swaggering through the city. The crime cannot be punished. Quickly put down your arms and surrender. This government may give you a lighter sentence!"
Zhao Duan's expression suddenly became extremely strange. The surrounding Lihuatang Jinyi also changed from feeling like they were facing a powerful enemy to being confused and stunned.
No...
Are we rebelling against the party?
Jin Jian was not sleepy anymore. She took out her crystal-ground glasses from her pocket and put them on her nose to watch the show carefully. If the scene was not inappropriate, she would have wanted to grab a handful of melon seeds.
Gee, it's so interesting to follow the government on the case...
"You guys..." Beside her, Haitang raised her eyebrows, took a step forward with her long legs, put one hand on the flying knife at her waist, and was about to speak.
But Zhao Duan suddenly pulled and stopped him.
"Fengcheng District, Fourth Grade Magistrate Luan Cheng?" Zhao Duan stepped out from the crowd and confirmed with a strange expression.
Before he went on a business trip, he also did his homework carefully and read the information of local officials.
The memory of this magistrate Luan is still fresh. He was a Jinshi in the ninth year of Jingyun. Like Lu Zhi, he served as a judge in Dali Temple. The prefect...
His resume is not special. What really makes him famous is his ability to handle cases. Among the people, he is known as "Iron-faced and selfless Luan Qingtian".
He is one of the local officials who were particularly important after the empress ascended the throne.
It is said that next to him there is a master who was once a martial arts master, and later served for him as a master guard and prisoner.
How do I put it... The difference between the Yu State version of "Bao Qingtian and Zhan Guards" is that the one with the black face is not Luan Cheng but the head catcher Zhang Jian, and there is no crescent moon on the forehead...< br>
“It’s me!”
Bao Qingtian of Yu State looked straight at him, majestic and solemn. His gaze swept across a group of caravans dressed up, but they were holding sharp blades. At first glance, they were the rebels of warriors. Party, I was surprised and happy.
I am happy that the intelligence is true. Who is such a good person? When he saw the official officer coming, he immediately drew his sword to resist...
What was surprising was that the scale of the rebel party was huge. There are dozens of people, and I don’t know if they can be captured.
Luan Cheng said sternly: "Since you know the name of the government, it is better to arrest him without hesitation than to die for the traitor Zhuang Xiaocheng!"
Zhao Duan seemed to smile, not at all as he should have been if he rebelled against the party and was in a desperate situation. fear.
He looked at Luan Cheng with leering eyes and asked, "How did you know about our arrival? And when did you enter Fengcheng?"
Luan Cheng was stunned, and all the officials also I was confused. Are all the rebels this generation so tough?
Why do you look like you are interrogating me in reverse?
"Bold!" Luan Cheng looked angry and sneered:
"What a traitor, so rampant, he dares to ask me, okay, okay, is it you who dare to fight against the government with so many people? What? Zhang Jian!"
An order was given.
The head catcher, who had a black face and was as cold as iron, wearing a piping iron catcher's shirt, took a step forward, and his shoes clicked on the floor tiles, making a spiderweb-like dent.
Zhifu Luan is different from the mortal body.
Zhang Jian, who has been traveling around the world for half his life and was once a martial arts master in the world, felt a faint sense of pressure when he stepped into the inn.
The pressure is not on those Jinyi wielding knives.
And from the side of the rebel leader were a few obviously weird people:
The fat man tried his best to put his hands behind his back, puffed up his chest, and turned his nostrils into the sky.
A girl wearing weird glasses, trying to open her eyelids with her fingers, looking confused.
A man carrying a wine gourd on his back and holding on to the hilt of his scimitar.
The woman huddled in the corner, her head lowered, her face buried in her messy black hair...
The sickly scholar, with her face covered with a bronze mask.
This team almost has the word "evil" welded on their faces.
Twelve points out of ten, something is wrong.
Even the most "normal" looking man and woman always gave him a faint sense of threat.
Zhang Jian complained in his heart and said, "Sir, please stop talking. This time it seems that I have hit a brick wall."
However, the matter has come to this. Having spent half his life in the arena, he knows better that when encountering a narrow road, the brave will win. In the current situation, it is impossible to retreat safely. Instead of passively defending, it is better to capture the thief first and capture the king first, or return the enemy. There is a glimmer of opportunity.
So, when the prefect uttered the word "Zhang", he had already moved. While taking a step, he pulled out the two knives from his waist with both hands.
There are two knives, one long and one short. The long one is thick and narrow, which is called Zhenlei.
The short ones are as thin as cicada wings and are called autumn leaves.
At this moment, the morning thunder of the long knife buzzed and trembled, and the Qi machine turned into wisps of illusory flames in a burning manner, spraying out from the pores and wrapping around the narrow knife similar in style to the Donghailang people. It flowed down from the tip of the knife, and fell drop by drop on the ground, burning the floor tiles into mottled black marks.
The dagger Qiuye was suddenly thrown out, spinning like a wheel in mid-air. With the force of lightning, it attacked Zhao Duan who was standing at the front from another angle.
“Good sword skills!”
Zhao Duan’s eyes lit up. With his current vision, few martial arts in the world could amaze him.
But I don’t know where I learned the sword skills. The two swords are bright and dark, one is on the wrong side, the other is on the right path, and the good and the evil complement each other.
The timing and decisiveness of the sword attack are also remarkable. He is worthy of Zhang Han's iron catcher who he only saw once and remembered in his heart.
Well, not to mention the rest, this person's solid martial arts alone is as good as that of Zhang Han, the Chief Inspector of Mudan Hall.
Even in the capital, he can earn a position. Being a prefect guard here is indeed an understatement.
Many thoughts flashed through him in an instant, and the whirling Akiba knife had already rushed towards the door.
Zhao Duan's hair was slightly lifted back. He was about to try out the newly mastered "Buddhist Golden Bell" when Lang Shiba swept out from behind him.
Beidi Xue Dao, who was carrying a wine gourd on his back, had a vicissitudes of life covered with green stubble, and his pupils reflected the Akiba Dao spinning like a wheel.
The thumb covered with scars on his waist moved up and picked out the sharp scimitar from the Western Regions.
A moonlight seemed to shine in the courtyard.
Lang Shiba's fingers were frivolous, and the scimitar flew out like a joy, pulling his hand, and hit the Akiba knife that whirled out of the shadow with a "ding" sound.
The Akiha sword, which seemed as thin as a cicada's wings but could actually cut an adult man in half, was knocked away by the scimitar without any resistance.
With a whoosh, it deviated from the track, grazed Jin Jian's scalp, and stabbed hard into the pillar behind everyone. The blade penetrated halfway, and the handle of the knife vibrated!
Jin Jian, who held her eyelids with both hands, was stunned for a moment, and the bloody shadow of the moon behind her head slowly faded away.
Worldly Realm Lang Shiba slashed out with his sword like a broken bamboo, and appeared in front of Zhang Jian in the blink of an eye. Zhao Duan's lazy voice came to his ears:
"A small punishment but a big warning."
Lang Shiba casually dropped the machete, spread his fingers, and turned the sword into a palm. Under Zhang Jian's horrified gaze, he beat the famous head catcher's feet off the ground and flew backwards like a cannonball. out.
"Boom!!"
Zhang Jian smashed the window of the inn, smashed into the room, knocked over the tables and chairs, leaving only a big human-shaped hole in the window.
Lang Shiba kicked up his scimitar with his foot, sheathed it, and walked back to the team calmly, as if he had done a small thing.
Gongshu Tianyuan and the others looked bored, without any emotion of surprise.
What about the masters of martial arts? It's just a divine chapter realm. Lang Shiba attacks with all his strength, and the opponent has no possibility of coming back.
There was silence.
“Bang!”
One official’s hand shook and the knife fell to the ground. The other government officials also looked like they had seen a ghost.
"A warrior in the world?" Some people guessed the possibility, but immediately felt a strong sense of confusion.
When was there such a strong person in the world who rebelled against the party?
The prefect Luan Cheng stood stunned on the spot, his anger still frozen on his face, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead, which quickly froze in the winter.
According to his assumption, this arrest would only encounter a few Shenzhang realms at most, which was the limit. Zhang Jian and a group of officials were enough to handle it.
But apparently things went beyond expectations.
At this time, Gongshu Tianyuan, who was determined not to lose his reputation in front of the court, curled his lips, grabbed a scarecrow from his loose sleeves, and then flicked the scarecrow's head with his fingers.
"Ah!!"
In an instant, from all directions, the crossbowmen who were ambushing on the roof screamed at the same time and were thrown away, each one with a bloody head.
"Skin injuries, no problem. Small punishments but big warnings, I understand."
Gongshu Tianyuan explained to Zhao Duan with a smile.
You learn quite quickly, but you shouldn’t compare yourself to everything... Zhao Duan cursed, and as expected, when he saw the remaining half of the officials, their faces turned pale:
"Warlock! He is a warlock!"
Luan Cheng's scalp felt numb, and then his heart felt gray, and he had a premonition that he was about to die for his country.
"Prefect Luan," Zhao Duan walked slowly to his side.
During the process, the officials hesitated and did not dare to step forward.
Zhao Duan stretched out his hand, straightened his collar with the latter's dull expression, and said softly:
"Let me ask again, how did you know we were here and when we would arrive?"
Luan Cheng's face twitched and cold sweat broke out on his back, but he gritted his teeth and stared at him fiercely, his eyes red:< br>
“Rebel, even if you kill me, you still can’t make me submit!”
Zhao Duan squinted his eyes, leaned forward, almost face to face, and said coldly Staring into the eyes of the middle-aged scribe:
“Do you want to die?”
Luan Cheng closed his eyes, his heart sank to the bottom, and his whole body was cold. He used his last strength to say:
"Kill me."
The expected death did not come. A laugh erupted from the near-dead silence of the courtyard.
Luan Cheng opened his eyes blankly and saw the rebel leader smiling softly, walking back slowly and saying:
"Lao Hou, put away all your knives. , it seems that our whereabouts have been exposed, haha, we originally thought of entering the city quietly without shooting, but it seems that our opponent is more cunning than imagined, so let’s stop pretending.”
Hou Renmeng and other Jinyi captains sheathed their swords and looked at the government officials with contempt:
"Sir, the officials in this place are an embarrassment to the court. If it were us, we would be no match for them. It’s not like this.”
Zhao Duan laughed and said:
“Don’t say that, are you going to pay for those few taels of silver with your life?”
Jin Jian was bored, took off his glasses, She put it away like a treasure and put it in the bag around her waist.
"Cough...cough cough..."
In the inn room, Detective Zhang Jian coughed and stumbled out. He saw this scene with a blank expression and turned to look at Luan Cheng:
"Master Prefect, this is..."
Luan Cheng was equally confused.
At this moment, Zhang Han walked out of the crowd, looked at the head catcher Zhang Jian with a paralyzed face, and said:
"Do you still remember me?"
Zhang Jian was stunned and carefully identified the person in front of him. He felt that he looked familiar, but he couldn't remember clearly. It was not until Zhang Han pulled out the seven-foot sword from his waist that he was stunned. He stopped talking:
"You are... Zhaoya Mudan Hall... Zhang Jisi?" !”
Besides, Haitang, who had a string of flying knives hanging on his waist, walked over with long legs, glanced at the group of people with some irritation, took out the Jisi waist badge from his waist, and waved it. Akira, said:
“You haven’t reacted yet?”
Zhao Yamen Jisi... Another Jisi... Yu Guo Bao Qingtian was stunned, and suddenly realized something. He stammered, his eyes widened, and looked at Zhao Duan:
"You are... ...You are..."
Zhao Duan grabbed his hand and took away the disguise, revealing his original appearance. He turned to look at him and said with a smile:
"Prefect Luan, take a look. , who is this officer?”
Thanks to Kenshin Kyoto Fire for the hundred-coin reward
(End of this chapter)