The blood flowed all over the ground, and the excessive blood loss and the pain made him faint for a moment.

"He's almost dead." The hidden thread whispered.

The short man suddenly smiled and ordered to the secret line beside him: "Stop his blood first, let him live for a while, take him to the village, and interrogate slowly to find out all the connections of this person in Chang'an."

"Yes!" The dark thread acted immediately.

Di Renjie listened to the secret line's report, and the fog broke through layer by layer and began to cheer up.

Gao Yang in the lake building calculated when Wu Mei would give birth to the baby. Sister Yue was in a good mood today and came with a pot of wine, "Can you drink?"

Gao Yang shook his head, "I have drunk it, I don't like the taste."

Sister Yue poured the crystal clear wine into Gaoyang's wine glass, and the drizzle of wine rippled in the glass, "The world was in chaos back then, and wars were everywhere in the Central Plains. When I followed General Hongfu to fight, the general and Li Jing fought on one side, and then I heard a sentence, "Ten taels of lovesickness and two taels of wine."

Gao Yang raised his head and drank a glass of wine, so he was so spicy that he coughed, "The Cheng family's wine is so strong."

Sister Yue smiled and drank a glass, looking at Gao Yang. Although she didn't know what the ending between Gao Yang and Gu Qing would be. A relationship lasted for so long, "I will get used to it when I drink too much. After getting used to it, I will like the wine."

Gao Yang raised his head and drank another drink, "Master, what kind of person is Hongfu Nu."

"A persistent and sincere woman." Sister Yue looked at Gao Yang's black hair that was darker than the night and continued, "General Li Jing and Hong Fu Nu met and regarded each other as confidants. Many years have passed. The relationship between General Li Jing and Hong Fu Nu has never changed. Even if Hong Fu Nu is far from General Li Jing, General Li Jing has only Hong Fu Nu in his heart. If she could let go of that nightmare, she should return to the end of the world with General Li Jing."

"How many things can be done in this world?" Gao Yang looked at the night outside the tower, "Master, my disciple now understands that the more you want, you will often lose the most important thing in front of you."

"You have grown up." Sister Yue looked at Gao Yang with relief.

Mu Huiyin lay on the tower and looked at the bright moon, and the words of the master and apprentice were heard.

Chang'an goes east, hundreds of miles apart from the Central Plains. This is Luoyang, which is also a prosperous city compared to Chang'an. Tang Xuanzang walked on the streets of Luoyang and looked at the dim lights here. Since Bian Ji died in front of him, he did not want to go back to Chang'an again.

"Tang Xuanzang."

Hearing someone calling him, Tang Xuanzang stopped and looked back. He was a middle-aged man, and he was a little gentle, "Are you?"

"I'm the Eight Legs!" the other party said with a smile, "I've heard of many stories about the monks. I've long heard of the deeds of the monks. I went from Yumen Pass to the Western Regions, and after returning to Chang'an, I rushed to the Hexi Corridor battlefield of the mountain of corpses, and then returned to Chang'an, Bian Ji, who was next to the monks, died."

Tang Xuanzang looked at the other party calmly, "Who are you?"

"I've said it next." Jie Baliang bowed to Tang Xuanzang a little, "In the next step, Jie Baliang, the monk might as well talk to me."

Tang Xuanzang was curious in his heart. He didn't want to follow him at first, but this man knew his own actions so well. He followed his footsteps carefully and came to a quiet courtyard where many servants were cleaning, which looked like a wealthy family.

After sitting down, Tang Xuanzang observed the other party and asked, "Xie Baliang? What a strange name, is it your real name?"

"It wasn't this name when I was a child." Jie Baliang handed Tang Xuanzang a cup of hot tea. "I can't remember the name when I was a child. Since I followed my old master into Shennongjia, I have used the name Baliang."

"Your master?" Tang Xuanzang looked at the tea without drinking it. The courtyard was very quiet.

"Yes, my master." Jie Baliang said, "My monk, do you know? My master originally thought he died in Shennongjia and never was born again, but Gu Qing appeared and let the old man walk out of the mountains. After that, he disappeared in the world and could never be found again."

"Does this matter have anything to do with me?" Tang Xuanzang looked at the other party without relaxing. Jie Baliang's smile made people feel uncomfortable.

Jie Baliang said again, "Of course, it has nothing to do with the monk, but it has something to do with Gu Qing! If Gu Qing killed Bian Ji, don't you want to avenge Bian Ji?"

"Do you have any grudges with Gu Qing?" Tang Xuanzang asked again.

"There was no grudge." Jie Baliang stood up and looked at the pavilion in front of him. "My master has many disciples, but he has one skill and never taught us. After Lao Budian knew Gu Qing's existence, he walked out of the mountains and never came back. I suspect he taught Gu Qing."

Tang Xuanzang understood what he meant, "I am just a monk, and I am just acquaintance with Gu Qing. If the donor wants me to help you deal with Gu Qing, don't worry."

"Do you just ignore the death of Bian Ji?" Jie Baliang said again, "How many bloody storms have caused that Gu Qing, how many people he killed! You are also a Buddhist, and you know what compassion is."

"Gu Qing said back then, what does your mercy have to do with me?" Tang Xuanzang stood up with a smile, "I also told this donor, what does your mercy have to do with me, say goodbye!"

Jie Baliang stood there and looked at Tang Xuanzang leaving. The anger in his heart fluctuated and fell. Another person dressed as a scholar came to him, "Junior brother, why should you be so hard to force each other?"

"I can't figure it out!" Jie Baliang said melancholy, "I have been with that old man for twenty years. Why did he go to see Gu Qing before he died? Is Gu Qing better than us?"

"Junior brother, you're in too deep." The scholar next to him said, "Master said, never think about fighting with others! Your only opponent is yourself. You have always been thinking about Gu Qing, which will only let you go to other people's pace. You have good talents. I'm worried that you will ruin yourself and don't continue."

"You said it nicely!" Jie Baliang looked at his senior brother, "Don't think I don't know what you did in Chang'an, and I still use ghost fire? I almost made a joke. Then the Lu family is no longer the Lu family of the past, and it will be a matter of time before a group of idiots fell into Gu Qing's hands in the hands of the head."

Listening to Jie Baliang's words, he had to shake his head bitterly.

"Why do we have to hide it? Everyone's purpose is for the things left by the old man." Jie Baliang said, "Gu Qing, it's worth being my opponent. I hope you brothers don't block my way."
Chapter completed!