Chapter 146 My eyes are rulers [Please vote for me! 】
Liangjiang Mansion.
It is located on the border between Zhongzhou and Dongzhou. It is named because the mighty Shenjiang River flows through this place and divides into two parts, each flowing eastward into the sea.
Because of the existence of Longyuan City, a special behemoth, other cities in Zhongzhou are basically not very prosperous, and they only exist as vassals to defend Longyuan City.
Only Liangjiang Prefecture is slightly richer because of its developed water transportation.
After the flying sword landed outside the city, Liang Yue breathed a long sigh of relief.
The journey just now was really tiring for him, and he felt a mixture of nervousness and joy. No matter how hard he tried to restrain himself, he was still distracted.
On the contrary, Wen Yifan, who was wielding the sword the whole time, was very calm and showed no sign of fatigue at all. She glanced at Liang Yue and asked, "Why is your face so red?"
< br>She had been facing away from Liang Yue just now. Although she could feel his heartbeat, she really couldn't see his face.
"Huh?" Liang Yue's heart tightened, fearing that Senior Sister Wen would find out his little thoughts, so he quickly said softly: "I'm not thinking about going to handle the case soon, I'm in high spirits!"
"Hey, why are you white again?" Wen Yifan asked again.
She watched helplessly as Liang Yue's expression changed again because of his guilty conscience.
"Maybe it was a little cold due to the strong wind in the sky just now." Liang Yue quickly explained.
At the same time, I secretly sighed in my heart, it is so embarrassing, why can't I hide my thoughts when I see Senior Sister Wen?
But when he thought like this, he couldn't help but blush again.
Wen Yifan was very curious and asked: "Why are you red again?"
"I felt warm as soon as I landed on the ground, and I felt refreshed again!" Liang Yue smiled awkwardly.
Then without waiting for Wen Yifan to ask again, he hurriedly urged: "Senior Sister Wen, let's go into the city quickly. My face is not important. What's more important is catching Jiu Yang's spy."
"Yes." Wen Yifan nodded, but still added, "You may be a little weak, so you should practice more."
In her opinion, there was a barrier blocking the way she wielded the sword. The wind, even if Liang Yue was still behind him, could be blown like this.
His cultivation is still too weak.
Practice more if you are weak.
Liang Yue: "..."
With a heavy heart, he and Wen Yifan walked along the official road for a while and arrived at the gate of Liangjiang Prefecture. Before entering the city, Wen Yifan still covered his face with gauze to block his face.
The people of Longyuan City have eaten and seen it before, so seeing beautiful women is not an exaggeration. Outside the divine capital, she still had to cover herself a little to avoid receiving too much attention and making it inconvenient to act.
However, Senior Sister Wen's beauty was obviously not something that could be blocked by a veil. When entering the city, it still attracted the side glances of the defenders and pedestrians on both sides.
If it were an ordinary beautiful woman, there might be some ruffians from the city guards or local gangsters who wanted to talk about her, or even wipe some oil from her hands and feet.
It is so beautiful that no one dares to get close, only to look at it from a distance.
Because everyone can see her extraordinary temperament. In this world where practitioners are otherworldly, it is not easy to be a bad guy at the bottom. You must have a wink.
The little miscellaneous fish that provoked enemies at will have long been extinct.
A beauty like Wen Yifan looks like she has the four characters "Keep strangers away" written on her forehead. She is someone who knows that she cannot afford to offend her even if she is only ten feet away.
After entering the city, we walked along the main street for a while and came to a slightly lively area. There was a restaurant on the side of the road, where we had arranged to meet up with the spies.
As soon as the two walked in, someone waved over there.
Zhuxiesi may not know all the spies, but the spies below all recognize them.
The spy was dressed like a salesman and looked a bit young. He should be a descendant of a veteran of the Ministry of War. At this time, he was wearing a green robe and a small cap, with a pole and a cargo box at his feet. It looked like he was resting here after being tired from walking around the streets.
The two sat over, and the spy immediately whispered: "Wu Xiaoqi, the swordsman of the Zhuxie Division, has seen you two walking."
"Thank you for your hard work, brother." Liang Yue nodded in response, and then said: "Target Where are you now?”
“It’s at the teahouse opposite.” Wu Xiaoqi said, “I came to Liangjiang Mansion to deal with another case, and suddenly I saw that the person was very similar to the portrait posted above. , so he quickly reported it. He came out of a land temple outside the city, and he didn’t know what he was doing in this teahouse.”
Because Zhang Ji’s master is a powerful mystic, he was punished. The Evil Division placed his importance very high on the list. Every spy had his portrait sent to him, and they must report it once they see it.
Wu Xiaoqi put down everything at hand and concentrated on this side.
"Is he still there?" Liang Yue glanced at the teahouse opposite, but the position where he was sitting was not easy to observe.
"I've been staring at the door. I probably haven't gone out yet." The spy replied: "But I didn't dare to stare too closely. Didn't the intelligence say that the man was a mystic? His spiritual sense must be very sensitive. , I'm afraid that if I stare too closely, I'll alert the enemy."
"Well done." Liang Yue praised the other party, looked around, and said, "Let me go over and check it out."
< br>"Be careful." Wen Yifan simply warned.
……
The teahouse opposite is called "Yueranfang". It is a quite elegant place. There is no noise of storytellers and opera singers, only tables of guests chatting quietly.
After Liang Yue entered the teahouse, he locked his target at a glance.
In the window seat in the other direction, there was a middle-aged man who looked like a fortune teller sitting there. He had a thin cheek and was somewhat similar to the portrait.
The facial features roughly match those described by Zhang Ji.
He was holding a folded cloth banner and had a book box behind him. He looked dusty.
Liang Yue only glanced at it. After gathering some information, he didn't look any further. Instead, he sat down, ordered a pot of fragrant tea, and drank it carefully for a while.
Not long after, a carriage stopped in front of the door, and a beautiful woman wearing a rose satin skirt and a hairpin on her head walked in. She glanced at the door as if casually, and then walked towards the fortune teller. "Sir, are you a fortune teller?" the woman sat down and asked softly.
“Calculate the past and present life, and solve the fate of the world.” The fortune teller replied leisurely, “This lady, you should calculate the marriage, right?”
The woman’s skin With red lips and bright eyebrows, she smiled softly and said, "Sir, you guessed wrong. I am already married."
"Madam, it is true that the right fate has arrived, but there have been many twists and turns recently. She needs to go through a difficult period before she can have a smooth life." The fortune teller said.
"How long will it take to get through it?" the woman asked solemnly.
The fortune teller said slowly: "In less than half a month, the sky will clear up after the rain."
The woman frowned slightly when she heard the words, but she quickly relaxed, stood up and dropped the pieces. Yin said: "Thank you sir."
After that, he got up and left the teahouse with a loud voice, got on the carriage and left.
The two of them had a short conversation, both of them spoke in hushed tones. They were inconspicuous in this teahouse, and seemed no different from other guests drinking tea and chatting.
Liang Yue seemed to be looking towards the street, but in fact he pricked up his ears and listened to the content there, but he didn't hear anything.
I just intuitively felt something was wrong.
While he was thinking about it, the fortune teller put away his objects and turned around to leave.
……
After he went out to the street, Liang Yue also returned to the restaurant opposite.
"Have you seen the woman who came by carriage just now?" Liang Yue asked.
Wu Xiaoqi said: "The one wearing a red dress, with fair skin, big eyes, a bust of 2 feet 5, a waist of 1 foot 8, and a hip of 2 feet 7?"
"Oh." Liang Yue looked at him in surprise: "Your eyes are rulers?"
The woman just appeared in their sights for a short time. To be able to report so accurately, her eyesight is really amazing.
"Hehe." Wu Xiaoqi smiled shyly, "We are spies, so we should have better eyesight."
Liang Yue gave a thumbs up, and then said: "Check her origins , it shouldn’t be difficult to check if you have a car, do you see the sign clearly?”
At this time, those who can afford a carriage are rich people, and there should not be too many such wealthy households in Liangjiang Prefecture. Moreover, many wealthy families would put their own coats of arms, marks, etc. on their carriages to distinguish them.
Liang Yue couldn't see the direction just now, so he asked him.
"I didn't pay attention." Wu Xiaoqi replied simply.
Liang Yue glanced at him and asked tentatively: "How many horses are pulling the cart?"
"Yeah!" Wu Xiaoqi slapped his forehead.
"..." Liang Yue was speechless for a moment.
Okay.
The fleeting measurements were not bad at all, and the big boy did not see them at all.
Your eyes are still selective.
Maybe you don’t even know whether it’s a mule or a horse.
“I saw it.” Wen Yifan said: “I can roughly draw it later.”
“Fortunately, Miss Wen is there.” Wu Xiaoqi was a little nervous, and then relaxed He breathed a sigh of relief, otherwise it would be bad if he just saw the woman delaying his work in front of the Shangguan.
He was about to look at Wen Yifan, but turned his face halfway. Wen Yifan immediately glared at him and said coldly: "Don't look at me."
There was murderous intent in his tone.
“Yes.” Wu Xiaoqi was immediately stunned.
"This fortune teller is probably the Nine Martingale Mystic. There may be some conspiracy between them." Liang Yue said.
As a fortune teller, this person's behavior is really weird.
"Zhang Ji's cultivation level is not low. His master's cultivation level should be above the fifth level. We should not act rashly." Wen Yifan said: "Locate his position and I will call someone."
The two of them came here mainly to confirm each other's identity.
Once it is confirmed that it is a Nine Martingale spy, a large number of people or top experts will be called to take action.
A strong man of this level would most likely have to come in person, and it would be difficult for someone else to do it safely.
No matter how powerful Chen Su is, it is impossible to come and check it out in person if there is even the slightest doubt. Breaking him into five parts would not be enough. That's why juniors are sent to do the preliminary work of gathering information, confirming the situation, etc.
Now that the opponent is likely to be a sixth or seventh realm occultist, let alone Liang Yue and the others, they are probably not opponents. Even if they can beat them, for the safety of the people around them, they must Don't dare to take action rashly.
I once learned a painful lesson. When a seventh-level mystic from the Demon Sect was besieged by the Righteous Path, he fled into a city and used his spiritual consciousness to control half of the people in the city to fight for him, causing huge casualties.
A powerful mystic can cause far greater damage to mortals than warriors and alchemists.
Wen Yifan used the messenger weapon to send a message to Zhu Xiesi, and Wu Xiaoqi said: "That side is the direction of Tutu Temple. He may want to go back."
< br>Liang Yue said: "Let's spread out and follow him. Don't disturb him."
(End of Chapter)