Chapter 384 Mingjian Pavilion (Part 2)
“It turns out that I went to the wrong door... It seems that Lao Yuan’s guidance is not entirely reliable. After all, he has left the capital for many years.”
Fu Qingzhou walked along the outer wall of Mingjian Pavilion for a while, and finally came to the main gate.
This place is as serious as a government office.
The stone lions, the long steps, the gate, the guards, and the people walking around in front of the gate...we got it right.
In front of the newly built Mingjiange Yamen gate, there is also a stone tablet with the same words as the previous one at the entrance of the alley, but the strokes seem to be more rounded and calm.
Fu Qingzhou breathed a sigh of relief and strode up the stairs.
"Stop, comers!"
Just as he stepped onto the first step, the two guards outside the gate raised their eyebrows and shouted in a deep voice: "In the important place of Mingjian Pavilion, there are a lot of people waiting. , don’t go near this door, so as not to cause trouble, leave quickly, don’t make any mistakes!”
These two guards should also be secret envoys, with at least six levels of cultivation, although this drink does not bring any cultivation level! , but it also made people’s eardrums buzz. The pedestrians on the street in front of the stone steps were all startled and walked further away.
Fu Qingzhou was not frightened. He smiled slightly and did not move forward. He stood in front of the stone steps and cupped his hands.
"My two gentlemen, my Excellency, Fu Qingzhou, has come to visit Mr. Ning, the Master of Xiangjian. Please let me know."
The two guards were startled.
"Fu Qingzhou?"
After they looked at each other, their eyes became a little curious: "Are you the Fu Qingzhou who captured Ashinamanar?"
"That's right." Fu Qingzhou responded.
When you come to visit Mingjian Pavilion, of course he doesn’t wear weapons. The iconic big bow and long sword are gone, so naturally he is not that easy to recognize.
After the two guards briefly looked at him, one of them said: "Master Xiangjianshi has not been in the pavilion recently, but Commander Li has an order. If you come to visit, please let me know. ”
Fu Qingzhou was startled.
Ning Baimei is not here?
This is not okay... He admitted that he helped Tang Jiao's father investigate the case, so he must be approached.
Then Li Jingzhe is very unhappy with himself. See him? I feel like nothing good will happen...
But after all, the guard also said that Li Jingzhe had given orders. If he turned around and ran away now, would it look like he was guilty of committing a crime?
Forget it, don’t do anything wrong and don’t be afraid of ghosts.
Fu Qingzhou's heart suddenly changed, and the expression on his face remained unchanged. He chuckled and said, "Then I'll trouble you to lead the way."
One of the guards nodded and turned sideways: "Young Master Fu, please."
The moment he stepped into the gate of Mingjian Pavilion, a chill hit his face.
But Fu Qingzhou didn't feel uncomfortable with the chill, and even felt a little comfortable... because it was a very light, almost invisible white mist.
The spirit is weak.
They condensed into mist here, like small ice crystals, patting on his face and body.
"This is Mingjian Pavilion..."
In Fu Qingzhou's mind, the smoker's sigh rang out: "Sure enough, there is something. Although the spirit of this capital is strong, it has not condensed due to the large population and the number of practitioners. The fog, but in this Mingjian Pavilion, is visible to the naked eye, and even condenses into ice crystals!”
“There should be some great formation that condenses spirits in this Mingjian Pavilion, and it’s a matter of practice. That’s twice the result with half the effort..."
Fu Qingzhou blinked and continued to follow the guard inward.
They walked quickly through the spacious and solemn hall, the stone floor under their feet echoed with the dull sound of footsteps, and soon passed through the front hall and entered the towering tower.
As soon as you enter this place, a dull and noisy sound penetrates your ears.
That was countless people lowering their voices and whispering.
Emissaries of Mingjiang Pavilion shuttled through the corridors one by one. Their faces were serious, their eyes were as sharp as eagles, and their voices were kept very low, as if they were afraid of leaking any secrets.
In front of some desks, people dressed like scholars are sitting. They are obviously doing paperwork, and their expressions are focused and calm. Everyone is working hard in front of the desk, with the sound of turning books and writing. , gathered into bursts of subtle rustling sounds.
From this point of view, it seems that "Mijiang Pavilion" and "Pai Shulou" are just names of departments, and everyone works together.
"Young Master Fu, go this way."
The guard said softly. Fu Qingzhou followed quickly and asked curiously: "I said I was Fu Qingzhou, and you just believed it? You just brought me into the building like that? What if I'm fake? What will you do?" < br>
The guard glanced at him slightly, with a strange look on his face, as if he had heard a big joke: "Who sneaks into Mingjian Pavilion and still walks out alive?"
< br>Fu Qingzhou smiled.
This is true.
If you pick up any secret envoy from Mingjian Pavilion and throw it into the rivers and lakes, he will be a master who can run amok. Not to mention that there must be many magic circles and mechanisms to control the enemy in this pavilion. Who dares to sneak in here? make trouble?
If your life is too long, don’t choose such a miserable way to die.
After passing through the lobby and turning around a wall, Fu Qingzhou saw... a wooden lift.
He opened his mouth wide, raised his head, and looked up at the roaring mechanism in the elevator shaft above and the steel cables sliding up and down quickly.
Hey guys, elevator? !
As expected of Mingjiange, high technology!
Of course the lifting wooden ladder is not high-tech. In comparison, the Thousand Machine Box of Kong Ling, the original master of the Shenji Sect, was even more "high-tech". However, this wooden ladder inevitably reminded Fu Qingzhou of an elevator, which made Fu Qingzhou think of an elevator. He had the feeling of arriving in a big office building.
"Commander Li should be interrogated in the underworld at this time. Mr. Fu, please wait a moment."
As the elevator slowly went up, the guard also spoke softly.
Fu Qingzhou was stunned again: "Ah? Is the underworld upstairs?"
The guard laughed: "What are you talking about, Young Master Fu? You are not one of ours, how can we let you into the underworld? I I just want to take you to find a place to stay."
Fu Qingzhou: "...Okay, it makes sense."
Click.
With a crisp sound, the wooden lift finally stopped.
This is not the highest level of Mingjian Pavilion, but Fu Qingzhou counted it all the way and estimated that it must be seven or eight stories high.
Stepping out of the wooden lift, he suddenly discovered that this floor was...
"Tea room?"
Fu Qingzhou's eyes almost turned into two circles. Circled.
There are not many people on this floor. There are emissaries and people dressed as scholars and civil servants. They are all sitting at the table drinking tea and talking and laughing.
This is too much of an office building... Is there a smoking area on the roof?
"Haha." The guard smiled at him: "The affairs in the cabinet are busy, and there must be a place to rest... Mr. Fu, just choose a place to sit, and I will inform the commander. "
After Fu Qingzhou thanked him, the guard returned to the elevator and returned to the original route.
He was here, a man who was clearly dressed as an ordinary person, but no one on this floor looked at him. They all said their own words without even taking a second glance.
Maybe in Mingjian Pavilion, it is also a virtue not to inquire about each other.
Fu Qingzhou found an empty table and sat down. There were teapots and teacups on the table. When he opened the lid, the tea in the pot was actually hot.
"There is a magic circle on the table to keep the tea warm? What a luxury..."
He chuckled softly: "Only Mingjiang Pavilion is so full of spirit that it overflows. This is a place where you can have fun like this.”
This floor naturally doesn’t have the depressing and dull atmosphere downstairs.
He poured himself a cup of tea and drank it happily.
But at this moment, not far behind him, the content of the conversation between two people at another table came to his ears involuntarily, and... he heard a familiar name.
“Originally, we didn’t need to worry about this matter at all... But after an investigation by the Ministry of Punishments, it was discovered that the scholar was engaged to the daughter of the prefect of Qingyang City in Shu, and the matter became complicated.”
"What does this have to do with us? If Yue Heng stole the secret book of the Sword Palm Academy and injured a son of a noble family, wouldn't he still be dealt with the same thing even if he was the son-in-law of some prefect?"
"No, no, no. ...There are a lot of tricks in this matter, if not..."
The ones who spoke were two emissaries. Halfway through their words, they suddenly saw someone else at their table.
"Well, I'm sorry to bother you."
Fu Qingzhou looked apologetic and hugged them: "I dare to ask, the person you just talked about was the scholar who just came to the capital not long ago - Yue Balance? ”
(End of this chapter)