Chapter 822 Sword Language


Chapter 822 Sword Language

Beijing, early morning, Fu's house.

This large house, which was gifted to Fu Qingzhou by the emperor and once belonged to a certain idle prince, is no longer in a dilapidated state.

After a few months, it became a standard mansion.

Servants and maids came and went, guards guarded the gates, and the house looked prosperous, with flowers and plants flourishing and walls and tiles renovated.

Yuan Ziping, Fu Qingzhou's former coachman, was now dressed in silk and fine clothes, walking in the house with a straight face and striding.

"Steward Yuan!"

"Steward Yuan!"

"Steward Yuan!"

When all the servants, maids and nurses around him saw him, they all stood still, bowed and shouted.

Yuan Ziping, the coachman, is now Yuan Ziping, the housekeeper.

He clasped his hands behind his back and did not respond to any greeting. He just walked quickly through the courtyard and walked deeper into the house. Finally, he came to the outside of the study and pushed the door open.

Inside the house, there were yellow talisman papers scattered on the floor.

Qiu Chan sat behind the desk, with two thick dark circles under her eyes, holding a pen and writing on the talisman paper. There was a large bowl of elixirs beside her. After writing a talisman, she threw it away casually. When she was tired, she He grabbed a pill and stuffed it into his mouth.

Tang Jiao squatted on the ground, picked up the scattered talismans, sorted them into categories, and put them into different bags.

Seeing Yuan Ziping pushing open the door and entering, Qiu Chan raised her head, her tired eyes slightly solidified: "Old Yuan?"

Tang Jiao's eyes also lit up: "How's it going?"

"Something's not right."

Yuan Ziping didn't say any greetings, and said in a deep voice: "Zhangjian Academy suddenly closed its doors, and no outsiders were allowed to enter. I heard that even the students were locked in the school building and were not allowed to leave."

"In addition, the door of Mingjian Pavilion is also closed. Before that, many people on the street saw a large number of emissaries rushing back to the pavilion..."

"And."

He took a deep breath and said slowly: "This morning, there is still no morning meeting...but just now many officials have entered the palace, and they seem to be officials from the aristocratic family factions."

Tang Jiao and Qiu Chan both turned pale when they heard this.

"Where is Mr. Yue?"

Tang Jiao stood up and remained calm: "Did he send any news?"

"No." Yuan Ziping shook his head and said: "He is very close to the Yuan family now and has not communicated with us for some days. Could he..."

"Don't worry, it won't happen."

Tang Jiao interrupted him and said calmly: "Mr. Yue is the eldest brother's brother. He will never defect. It's just inconvenient for him to send messages."

As she said that, she turned her gaze to Qiu Chan: "Sister Qiu Chan, in your opinion..."

"The Xuanmeng Ceremony will inevitably undergo changes."

Qiu Chan put down her pen, her voice a little weak, which was also caused by fatigue: "After we are ready, we will leave."

Tang Jiao pursed her lips: "Brother will never..."

"Is it possible? What you said doesn't count, and what I said doesn't count." Qiu Chan interrupted her, raised her eyes, her eyes were calm and firm: "If he can come back, he will come to us."


The two women looked at each other in silence.

"Okay."

After a long while, Tang Jiao nodded vigorously: "Let's speed up! Uncle Yuan, come with us!"

After saying that, she squatted down again and began to sort out the talismans on the ground.

Yuan Ziping sighed, responded, and prepared to squat down.

At this moment, there was a sudden scream outside the house, and then there was the sound of a strong wind sweeping in. Then, something seemed to hit the ground outside the house heavily, causing the ground to tremble slightly!

The three of them were all shocked, and they did not dare to neglect any more. They put down their work and rushed out of the study.

I saw a sword on the ground outside the study.

Its sword body is straight and hard, shining with a cold metallic luster. It has sharp edges and high momentum, and is firmly nailed into the floor tiles.

Some servants and maids around looked at the sword with lingering fear, looking frightened.

"What's going on?"

Yuan Ziping asked in a deep voice: "Where did you get the sword?" "Yuan, steward Yuan."

A servant said in a trembling voice: "Just now, just now this sword suddenly flew from the sky, and then it landed here..."

Yuan Ziping was a little surprised.

He looked at the sword, thought for less than a second, and decided to step forward and pull it out. But before he stretched out his hand, he heard Qiu Chan calling from behind: "Old Yuan, don't touch it."


Yuan Ziping was startled, stretched out half of his hand and paused.

"This sword..."

Qiu Chan narrowed her eyes: "It feels very similar to the virtue sword on Qingzhou. Is it one of the eight swords of the king?"

"The Eight Swords of the King?" Tang Jiao and Yuan Ziping were both startled: "What is that?"

They didn't go to the Xuanmeng Ceremony, and the news there couldn't possibly reach here so quickly. Fu Qingzhou had done an excellent job of keeping it secret before, so naturally they didn't know about it.

Qiu Chan shook her head: "Don't ask anymore, this sword must have a deep meaning when it appears here."

She glanced at Tang Jiao: "If it's for you, it's for me."

Tang Jiao nodded lightly.

At this critical juncture, a sword suddenly fell from the sky and landed in front of their study. It must be something very important to them.

"I'll do it first."

Qiu Chan said softly, and the person came forward: "Maybe it's Qingzhou..."

As she spoke, her hand had already grasped the hilt of the sword.

The next moment, a huge impact hit her face, causing her to take several steps back!

"..."

Qiu Chan looked down at the blood on her palms and sighed: "It seems it's not me."

As she said that, she raised her head, her eyes becoming a little complicated, and there was also an indescribable hidden anger.

"Then...is it for me?" Tang Jiao was stunned, then stepped forward and held the hilt of the sword.

Buzz!

This time, the sword shook slightly, and a breeze blew away, blowing the hair and clothes of the people around.

It’s really for Tang Jiao.

The complexity in Qiu Chan's eyes turned into anger, and turned into loss.

But then, she heard an... old man's voice coming from the sword.

"Ahem, pay attention, this is not Fu Qingzhou's message, this is not Fu Qingzhou's message."

Qiu Chan heard this voice: "?"

Tang Jiao was overjoyed: "Master!"

"Disciple, you should have guessed, this is a message from my master."

What came from the sword was Qing Songzi's voice, but it was different from the playful and unrestrained voice before. This time his tone was quite emotional: "If nothing else happens, when you see this sword, you will be ordered by the teacher." Already explained.”

"What?!" Tang Jiao was shocked, and her eyes instantly became foggy.

Qiu Chan was also shocked: "Qing Songzi will die? How is this possible?"

The voice on the sword is still saying: "Don't be surprised, Master Dao, I have lived in vain for decades. Whether I die or live in this world does not mean much, but I am your senior brother... Sigh."

"To put it bluntly, Mr. Fu is staying in a place far, far away now, so far away that he will definitely not be able to come back in a short time. Although I am 99% sure that I can save him this time, he has to leave. That place requires at least the Cave Heaven Realm, and he can’t do anything during this time.”

"Apprentice..."

Inside the sword, Qing Songzi's voice sighed: "You can only rely on yourself."

After listening to his words, Tang Jiao and Qiu Chan fell silent.

They frowned and looked at each other, each seeing deep worry in each other's eyes.

"Although I am not good at fortune-telling, Taoist Master, I made a prediction before leaving Langhuan Mountain."

Qing Songzi's voice gradually faded: "You first go find someone, someone who has promised to help you... Only with his help can you... have a chance to leave the capital... find a way... to return to Langhuan... ”

(End of chapter)

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