Chapter 152: The world is sad 2

The news of the attack also reached the ears of Feixue and others in Cuiyunju. After learning the news, Feixue and Zhen Yingying fainted and woke up quietly after Murong Sanniang was busy rescue for a while. After waking up, Feixue immediately asked someone to prepare a carriage. After a meal of tea, a carriage rushed to the dock. At the same time, Cuiyunju announced its business closure. Many customers of Cuiyunju were also a little dissatisfied when they learned that they had closed their business. However, when they saw several girls rushing to the dock, they suddenly felt something was wrong. Many people even prepared carriages and drove to the dock.

There were more and more people on the pier. Not long ago, a bad news spread from the pier like a plague, quickly swept across Shangling City: Deng Long, the head of the Deng family, who is about to get married tomorrow, was assassinated at Dali Temple and seriously injured and fell off the cliff. Life and death are uncertain!" At first, some people didn't believe it, but when they saw more and more people rushing to the pier, they suddenly felt something was wrong, so they joined the crowd and rushed to the pier.

When the old man and others met Feixue and others outside the dock, Feixue immediately flew to him and cried, "Grandpa, this is not true! This is not true!"

Old Master Ouyang caressed the long hair of Feixue as satin, sighing slightly, and two muddy tears immediately flowed out of his face.

The old man seemed to have suddenly become dozens of years old. With the help of Deng Jian, he took the lead and walked towards the dock step by step, following Mr. Ouyang, the Eighth Prince and others behind him.

Many people at the dock were wiping their tears. The so-called people who did not forget to dig wells when they drank water. How could they not know who brought Shangling City the great prosperity today? How could they not know who gave the poor a way to live?

When they saw the old man and others coming to the dock, the onlookers had no beginning, but just cried softly. Then the crowd automatically made way a road. At the end of the road, Qian Jinghe, who was sitting at the dock, staring at the river water, was blaming the sword like the wind.

Lord Qian quickly jogged up, looked at Qian Jing, who was dull and looked dull, shook it gently, and choked, "Jing'er. What's wrong with you? What's wrong? What's going on?"

Qian Jing was like the person in front of him, and he couldn't help it. He held Lord Qian and put his head heavily on Lord Qian's shoulders, and cried, "Dad...Deng Long...Deng Long...Wow..."

Lord Qian gently patted Qian Jingdi's back with one hand and quickly comforted him: "Don't cry, don't cry, he will have a look of heaven. It won't matter, don't worry!" However, when he said this, his own eyes couldn't help but feel sore, and then tears flowed down unconsciously.

On the side of the wharf. When the old man walked to the wharf tremblingly, the person in charge of the boat shop came up with a group of employees. The eighth prince next to him immediately asked, "How is it? Is there any result?"

The head of the boat shop cried with a look of grief, and then all the employees followed him and knelt on the ground. He said: "Prince, my subordinates are incompetent! My subordinates sent all the land ships and searched them dozens of miles downstream of Xiaogu Peak, but there was still no news about the head of the family."

The Eighth Prince shook his head and gritted his teeth and said, "Look for it again! Until you find it!"

Then he turned his head and asked Jian Rufeng who came up to him, "What's going on? Tell me clearly first!"

Jian Rufeng's tone was no longer as cold as before, and more regretful. He said, "This morning, I accompanied the four girls and the young master to Dali Temple to burn incense. When we arrived there, a little monk came there, saying that the abbot invited the young master to come over and talk, so the young master followed him. Later, I found something was wrong and asked Bai Huiming to escort the three girls down the mountain. I and Miss Jing'er rushed to Xiaogufeng. Unexpectedly, when I arrived there, I found that the young master was trapped in Xiaogufeng by more than 30 people in black. The suspension bridge leading to Xiaogufeng had been cut off. Later, we were entangled by two monks with high martial arts skills and could not get rid of them. When we killed the two monks, the young master was also covered in wounds and fell into the river!" After explaining all this, he pulled out his sword and wiped it on his neck.

"Damn it!" A powerful force came from beside him, and he knocked his sword away. It was Uncle Fu who took action.

Jian Rufeng saw that his sword was beaten by Uncle Fu and had no chance to apologize for death, so he knelt on the ground. The five-foot man who usually doesn't speak much started crying in front of countless people. While crying, he said: "My Jian Rufeng is ashamed of the old master and the young master! It was because of my poor protection that the young master suffered such a disaster! I can only apologize for death!"

"Apologize for death?" Uncle Fu sneered: "Who will avenge the young master when you die? Don't forget the young master's efforts! If the young master is still there, how can you explain to the young master if you die?"

"Xinxue?" Jian Rufeng, who was kneeling on the ground, shook his body, then kowtowed to the old man a few times, then stood up, ignoring the blood flowing down his forehead, and ran towards the small valley without saying a word.

After Jian Rufeng left, Uncle Fu said to the prince: "Prince, the most important thing now is to send people to find it. Moreover, this matter is very strange. I will take someone to send Lao Ye and several ladies back first. I will have to trouble the prince for the rest."

The Eighth Prince nodded, patted Uncle Fu's shoulder gently, and whispered: "Take good care of your master, and leave Deng Longdi to us old men. He is very lucky and life-long. I don't believe his life and it's taken away by God." Then he turned his head and said to Murong Sanniang, "Please take care of your girls. Don't make any trouble!"

Murong Sanniang nodded reluctantly. In fact, she didn't need someone to comfort her now, the old man lost his beloved son, the beloved man lost by Feixue and Jing'er. For Murong Sanniang, what she lost was a brother who was even more close than his younger brother.

When the onlookers saw the old man and several girls being helped away, they spontaneously organized themselves and searched along the river bank. More and more people joined the search team. There were employees of the chamber of commerce, elderly people, women, and children. They searched carefully along the banks of the canal inch by inch, without missing any place where they could.

The wind by the lake gradually became stronger, not only bringing the water vapor on Jinghu Lake, but also bringing the coolness of autumn. The Eighth Prince was still standing on the pier, looking at Jinghu Lake with ripples, letting the wind get stronger and stronger, blowing his clothes violently.

His face was full of unwillingness and disbelief. For the person who could use the power of several families to change the entire Shangling into such a prosperous life, he did not believe that God was so heartless and took him away from this world when he could continue to make great achievements. At the same time, he was also wondering who would be so cruel to him? For such a person, he would be cruel to death. He didn't feel that two words rose in the heart of the Eighth Prince: Capital!

When the Eighth Prince thought that this might really be related to the capital, he couldn't help but clenched his fists hard, his face full of anger: God pity my Great Zhou, and a talent like Deng Long came out. Those people just ignored my Great Zhou's foundation for those bullshit fame and fortune. Are they still my Great Zhou's ministers? Do I really have the people of Great Zhou in my heart?

The Eighth Prince was filled with anger. At this time, his only thought was to use a knife to dig out the hearts of those people and see if they were black or white?

After a long time, he slowly calmed down his anger and asked to someone who had already come behind him but didn't say anything: "How is it?"

The man behind immediately replied: "The one who assassinated was a group of men in black. After the incident, someone saw a group of men in black rowing out of a small mountain. Two bodies were found at the scene, one was Liang Shisheng, the magistrate of Dian County, and the other was his nephew, Liang Shixian's son Liang Qi.

According to Jian Rufeng, in the morning, it was the little Gufeng that Liang Shisheng pretended to be the abbot of Wukong to lead the head of the Deng family to the small Gufeng!"

"Where is Abbot Wukong?" asked the Eighth Prince. The most critical person here was Abbot Wukong.

"Prince Qibing, yesterday, a group of people tied up all the monks in the temple and locked them in the meditation room. When they went down to investigate, they found out that after learning about the Deng family leader, Wukong abbot..."

The Eighth Prince suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart and asked quickly: "What's wrong with the abbot?"

The man hesitated for a moment before saying, "After learning about the news about the Deng family, Abbot Wukong blamed himself for hitting the pillar and dying!"

"What?" The Eighth Prince was shocked, his calm anger ignited, and he said to the man behind him: "Tell me the order of the King to the Governor of Shangling, and ask him to transfer 3,000 elite soldiers and go to Dian County immediately. Liang Shisheng, I want to kill your nine clans!"

The man behind him felt cold in his heart, raised his head and looked at the master in front of him in disbelief. Although the court gave the Eighth Prince the power to mobilize less than 3,000 troops, he had never used this power for decades. Today, he would transfer 3,000 troops and kill the nine tribes of the Liang family.

"Why don't you go quickly?" Seeing that the subordinates had not yet gone, the Eighth Prince shouted angrily, "If there is one of the Liang family running away, I will use your head to replace you!"

The man immediately came to his senses when the Eighth Prince drank this and hurriedly went to dispatch troops. The Liang family in Dian County was also exterminated after one day because of the Eighth Prince's anger. The entire clan was 36 people, and no one lived. As for whether these people were innocent, no one asked. The Eighth Prince's anger was somewhat the anger of the people.

The people of Shangling have joined the search team more and more. The entire canal and even the mountains and forests have been searched back and forth by the people of Shangling, but what disappoints everyone is that there is still no news. Gradually, the joy in Shangling City has gradually faded, and the entire Shangling City is shrouded in a sad atmosphere.

In the afternoon, dark clouds suddenly piled up in the sky. Today's rainy season is coming in advance!
Chapter completed!