Chapter 29 Xuanzhen Division
How cool is it to show off?
Or how cool is it to show off in front of a big boss?
Zeng Anmin hugged Huzi, still with a bright smile on his face.
I finally experienced the joy of being a top student solving the High School Math Olympiad in front of the teacher.
At this time, the father's face was a little frozen.
Not to mention the father, everyone in the whole yard except Qi Dachun, who had just been beaten, looked confused.
Zeng Anmin put away his fingers, blinked his eyes, and said in an innocent tone:
"Why don't you speak?"
His voice broke the silence in the courtyard.
Everyone looked at Zeng Anmin with a "swish" sound.
At this time, the afterglow of the setting sun happened to pass over the tip of his nose. The profile of his face was as sharp as a chisel, as well as the eye-catching pink and phoenix eyes, giving him a high-spirited and high-spirited look that was unique to a young man.
Dad reacted. He put his hands behind his back, his face returned to normal, and he cleared his throat that was blocked by something:
"Ahem, you are indeed quite talented at opening the Zi Mansion at this age."
At this point, Dad changed the subject:
"Of course, opening the Zifu is just the first step in Confucianism and Taoism. The foundation of a thousand feet begins with a single step. You cannot be impetuous in the future and practice patiently."
"It should be noted that a serious understanding of heaven and earth is the foundation of Confucianism and Taoism."
"From now on, you can practice Confucianism at home. If you don't understand anything, you can come to the study to find me."
After saying that, Dad walked quickly towards the study with small steps that were obviously faster than usual:
"I suddenly remembered that I still had business to attend to, so I skipped dinner."
With that said, he walked into the study.
"Crack."
The door was closed by him.
……
"Tsk."
Zeng Anmin lowered his head, teased Hu Zi, then raised his eyes perfunctorily and said, leaving the closed door and window of the study:
"Then don't worry about grandpa. Let's eat first, Huzi?"
"Okay!!" Huzi seemed not to care about anything, but after Zeng Anmin mentioned the word "eat", his eyes suddenly shone brightly:
"Okay, okay, hehe."
The saliva has been left.
Zeng Anmin lifted Huzi's shirt and wiped his mouth.
He glanced at the study again, curled his lips, and muttered:
"Suppressive education is the most annoying thing."
……
In the study, Zeng Shilin looked out through the gap in the window.
After Zeng Anmin took Huzi and Aunt Lin out of the hospital for dinner.
The servants in the yard also left one after another.
He waited for a while, until the entire courtyard was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Zeng Shilin finally couldn't bear it anymore and let go of his white hand.
"Hahahahahaha!!!"
The hearty laughter resounded throughout the study.
"Your surname is Qin! Do you like to compete with me in everything?"
"What about the daughter who has been in the foster care environment for half a year?"
"Hahaha! Just in time to be a wife for my son!"
"…………"
But the rest of the words were what Dad said in his heart.
……
Prince Jiang's Mansion is located in the south of Liangjiang County.
After passing two bends, not far away is the official road.
It is also the place where Wang Lin, the eldest son of Prince Jiang's Mansion, died.
At this time, although it was already night, Prince Jiang's Mansion was brightly lit.
main hall.
A tall and burly figure sat on the chair in the center with an expressionless expression.
He is about thirty-seven or eighteen years old, with a tall figure and is tightly covered by purple clothes.
The neck and wrists reveal a tanned complexion.
The facial features are clear and deep, and the eyes are dark and icy.
This person was the current King Jiang. He stared at the slightly hunched old man diagonally opposite him without saying a word.
"The prince did die under the influence of the spiritual weapon." The hunchbacked old man's face was criss-crossed with ravines, and he was dressed in simple cloth.
If you didn't know better, you would have thought it was an old farmer.
However, his seemingly cloudy eyes flashed with light from time to time, giving people a sense of inscrutability.
The old man is a staff member of Prince Jiang's Mansion, and his name is Qi Lang, but he prefers others to call him Mr. Qi.
Mr. Qi’s voice was low and firm, with a hint of hoarseness:
"The spiritual weapons made by the Xuanzhen Division are very familiar to my subordinates."
"He died under the same spiritual weapon as A'er. The murderer was at least a martial artist in the promotion realm."
"Killed with one blow, clean and neat, which is enough to prove that the black cat warrior is a habitual criminal."
After saying this, he looked at his nose with his eyes, his nose with his heart, and sat there in silence.
He was waiting for King Jiang to speak first.
After a long time.
King Jiang's deep eyes finally raised, with a dangerous light that made people tremble:
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"In the entire Liangjiang County, there are only a handful of warriors who have the spiritual weapons of the Xuanzhen Division."
"The spiritual weapon is a short sword, there is no one."
Having said this, he looked up at the rice paper spread on the table.
There was a blue dagger drawn on the paper, and the owner holding the dagger was a mysterious man wearing a black hood.
This is drawn based on eyewitness accounts.
"This requires the prince to send someone to take this painting to the Xuanzhen Division to find out."
The old man shook his head slowly, his eyes deep.
When he mentioned the words "Xuanzhen Division", he was slightly distracted for a moment:
"The Xuanzhen Division's standard spiritual weapons are all prepared and should be able to be found."
When King Jiang heard this, he was thoughtful, tapping his fingertips regularly on the table on his right.
"Da, da, da..."
The sound is very rhythmic.
After a while, King Jiang raised his head to reveal his rough face, and his voice became fierce:
"Oh, then go and ask! I want to see who is so bold."
Between the words, the strong murderous intention emerged.
The entire main hall fell into a deathly silence.
The insects dare not chirp, and the birds dare not sing.
The old man was silent for a while and did not continue.
However, King Jiang obviously had no intention of letting him go, but slowly focused his gaze on him:
"Mr. Qi, I heard that there is a dharma called "Wentian" in the Xuanzhen Department in Beijing, which can be deduced based on a person's appearance and other information, I don't know..."
The words are half spoken, but the meaning is already clear.
When the old man heard this, he was slightly absent-minded for a moment, and then showed a wry smile:
"This method is harmful to Yangshou...and my practice is not deep, so I may not necessarily deduce it."
King Jiang didn't even blink, he just continued to stare at him with slightly narrowed eyes.
For a moment, a strange atmosphere fell into the main hall.
The old man sighed slightly in his heart, then forced a smile, stood up slowly, and saluted King Jiang:
"However, the prince is heartbroken and his subordinates can understand it and dare not obey orders!"
"Okay!" King Jiang smiled happily, stroking his palms and sighed:
"When I meet Mr. Qi alone, I feel like a fish in water!"
……
Not long after, the main hall of the palace was filled with all kinds of materials.
King Jiang expelled all the servants, put one hand behind his back, stood beside the old man, and looked at everything quietly.
Mr. Qi had a solemn face and a black and purple compass in his hand.
Looking at the extremely complicated lines painted with blood on the ground.
"Heaven follows the earth, and the earth follows the sky. With golden velvet, you can get a thread of knowledge."
The old man muttered something, then opened his eyes suddenly, and the compass in his hand suddenly started to rotate.
Not long after, a slight wave fell against the lines on the ground.
"Buzz~"
The sound sounded, and the mysterious lines on the ground, surrounded by several stones, gently flashed an undetectable light.
The old man immediately closed his eyes again.
Something might have flashed through his mind.
Maybe some words.
It is unknown to outsiders.
King Jiang just saw that after the old man opened his eyes again, a trace of blood had already flowed out of the corner of his mouth.
"Your Majesty, my subordinates have fully grasped the identity of Black Cat Warrior."
(End of chapter)