Volume 2: Forbidden City, Jianghu and Imperial Court Chapter 15 is about to be held
March 9th.
On this day, the leaders of various major gangs, including the Huashan Sect, Yandang Mountain, and Fengwei Gang, all left Wanxianglou and met at a restaurant in the south of the city.
Of course, there couldn't be only one Wanxianglou restaurant in Luoyang. And too many things had happened in Wanxianglou recently. Even if they still lived there, it wouldn't be unusual for them to find .
"They should be discussing how to continue to protect the interests of their own sects under such circumstances in the future."
In a room in Wanxiang Tower , Yi Wuqi received news about those leaders.
He is talking to Guiyou.
Gui You said: "The Luoyang Martial Arts Conference is the most important event in the martial arts world. Those who can participate in the conference are not so easy to deal with. We must not take it lightly. Have you found out what they talked about?"
There were only two of them in the room, and their voices were very soft and strange. Even if someone with the best hearing in the world put his ear against the door, he would not be able to hear what they were saying.
At most, the only sound you could hear was two people picking up teacups and sipping tea.
Because both of them used the skill of secret sound transmission when they were talking, when the sound came out of one of them's mouth, it would be condensed into a line by the internal force and transmitted directly to the other person's ears. Even if there was a third person standing next to them, they would definitely not be able to hear it.
This kind of Kung Fu is difficult to practice, and requires extremely high internal strength, but it cannot be used to kill the enemy or protect oneself, so even fewer people practice it.
Even those who are responsible for intelligence work in large gangs and need a secret and convenient means of communication often only borrow some techniques from this skill to make their voices so low that ordinary people can hardly distinguish them, but they dare not say that they have mastered this miraculous skill.
Unexpectedly, both people in this room were able to master it and use it very skillfully.
Doctor Wuqi said, "The people they brought with them this time are all their most trusted confidants, and they are also extremely alert. Our people can't get close to them."
Gui You said with some regret: "It's a pity that in this big operation, there are only three of us in charge, and there are only a hundred people deployed. If we can have more capable helpers, it will be foolproof."
"Most of the people in the sect have important tasks in various places, and the Lord's operation in the capital has already begun, and more manpower is needed there. Even the Lord himself is involved, so he must not leave easily."
Doctor Wuqi was still calm because he was very confident. "You don't have to think too much. The leaders who are still alive are all afraid of death. They can't remove the poison, so they can't make a big wave."
"Is your poison really so magical?" Gui You was extremely cautious and reminded, "In addition to you, the number one doctor in the world, there are four other famous doctors. If they invite those people later."
"Ye Xingshi, one of the four famous doctors, is one of ours. As for the others..." Doctor Wuqi smiled again, "In fact, even if the four of them worked together to cure this poison, and spent ten years of hard work, they would still not be able to crack it."
He was naturally confident because he had spent thirty years developing the peony poison, which had a strong scent that penetrated his bones.
Yi Wuqi has been praised as the world's number one doctor since ten years ago, but only a very few people know that if he had not been studying this strange poison, he would probably have earned such a good reputation in the medical field thirty years ago.
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Wanxiang Pavilion.
This is where the leaders of more than a dozen first-rate gangs gathered today. They booked the entire restaurant, but drove all the waiters and shopkeepers inside to the kitchen first, and their trusted disciples were all guarding the doors and windows on the first floor. It was obvious that they had something important to discuss.
These dozen people went up to the third floor and did not come down for two hours.
The one-eyed elder of Huashan Sect was guarding the main entrance on the first floor, his hand on the hilt of his sword with his eyes closed.
He had recently lost one eye, so he had deliberately trained his hearing, learning from the experience of some blind predecessors in Huashan. When he closed his non-blind eye, his hearing was at least three times better than before when both eyes were intact.
Soon after this Huashan elder came here today, he always felt that there was a voice lingering in his ears, so he closed his eyes and listened.
The sound was intermittent, sometimes it seemed like just the sound of one's own blood flowing, heartbeat and breathing, sometimes it was like the sound of the wind in the distance, and sometimes it was like the lingering sound of a vibrating gong.
He was never sure whether the sound really existed because he asked other people but no one had heard it.
But today, the people guarding the restaurant seemed more anxious and depressed than usual.
Their character shouldn't be so bad. It's like there's something elusive that's interfering with their mood, and the longer it goes on, the worse their mood becomes.
However, after three hours, everyone suddenly felt relaxed again, as if they had suddenly arrived at a rural mountain village from the hustle and bustle of a city. When a few meticulous gang disciples were feeling strange, the leaders of the major gangs came down from the building.
The head of Huashan walked in front with a , but the moment he walked out the door, he returned to his usual cold expression.
More than a dozen people seemed to be sweating profusely. They bowed and said goodbye to each other in front of the door. They did not mention anything about what happened before, and they dispersed and wandered around the city leisurely, as if they did not want to return to Wanxiang Tower so early to face some things.
After they left, a large number of guests came into Wanxiang Pavilion, including men, women, young and old, dressed in different clothes. Some wanted to stay in the hotel, while others wanted to eat. They checked almost every room.
Of course they didn't notice anything, because after the previous party, the only person among the participants who didn't leave through the main entrance had already gone to the vicinity of Qusai Winery without anyone noticing.
"you made it?"
When Qiao Shangzhou heard the news, he slowed down the action of adding firewood, stared at Fang Yunhan intently, and said with emotion, "You can even cure such a strange poison, what else can't you do?"
Fang Yunhan said: "I probably wouldn't use such a broken clay pot to cook porridge."
Yes, Qiao Shangzhou was cooking porridge. He got a broken clay pot from somewhere, and some rice. He built a simple stove with a few green bricks, and the porridge was already cooking very fragrantly.
Qiao Shangzhou looked at the small bubbles that kept rolling up on the surface of the porridge and nodded, "It's almost done."
He took out a piece of gauze, poured the porridge into another earthenware jar, filtered it with the gauze, and then placed the thick porridge without a single grain of rice in the air vent.
Fang Yunhan said, "Don't you want to drink it while it's hot?"
"This is not for me to drink. Wait until it cools down and has no smell before sending it away."
Qiao Shangzhou pinched his beard with a strange smile and said, "You brought me a lot of delicious food these days. Have you ever thought that if I don't eat something, I will either starve to death or die of thirst."
"Oh!" Fang Yunhan seemed to have just been awakened and gently patted his forehead.
But looking at the smile on his face, it's possible that he just wanted to see someone look very hungry.
If you want to feed someone who has been lying in a coffin and has been hungry for a long time, the best choice is indeed cooled rice milk.
Today is the ninth day of March. Six days later, the martial arts conference will be held.
