Volume 7: Frost Chapter 34: Sword Intention
After lunch, Jiang You and Guan Qingtong said goodbye and left.
Jiang You asked Guan Qingtong: "Let's call a car to take you back first?"
Guan Qingtong stopped and asked, "What did you do to Meng Xianyang just now?"
"nothing."
"You don't want him to explore his grandfather's affairs?"
"I hope my tenants won't get involved in these weird things," Jiang You sighed, "I don't want to get involved myself."
Guan Qingtong smiled and said, "It seems that Meng Yuanbai has indeed been to Luo Town."
"Yeah."
"If he continues to explore, he may be able to remember more about his childhood and his grandfather, and we may be able to find clues from them."
Jiang You took out a candy box from his bag and poured two candies into his palm. "Meng Yuanbai died before Xie Dong died. Little Meng was just an ordinary person. They are not responsible. Solving the case is the responsibility of the Special Operations Group. Isn't it the responsibility of the Special Operations Group to let an ordinary person live a good life?"
Guan Qingtong remained silent.
Jiang You ate the candy and said, "Xiao Meng is very sad and a little regretful. He regrets that he didn't spend more time with his grandfather, so he subconsciously wants to do something to make himself feel better. Driven by this emotion, he will think and hope that he can know more about his grandfather's past. But the sadness will eventually pass, and he still has to work hard and pay the rent on time. I haven't even raised the rent this year."
"You are such a good person." Guan Qingtong commented.
"That's what I think."
"Have you ever thought about what the outcome will be for you?"
"Me? It's very simple," Jiang You said, feeling the cool mint in his mouth, "I just want to lie down every day, have a little pocket money to buy snacks and toys for me to smoke and drink, have a wife who cooks delicious food for me and scolds me for being lazy, and have a son to beat. That's it for the rest of my life, it seems I have achieved it."
Guan Qingtong changed the subject and asked, "When do you plan to go to Luo Town?"
"It's up to you. Can you calculate an auspicious day for traveling?" Jiang You said as he took out his cell phone and started calling a taxi.
Guan Qingtong nodded, "Okay, I'll let you know when I've figured it out."
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graduate School.
Monk Ren walked out of the building and took a few steps forward, then he suddenly stopped.
He heard some sounds, a faint rustling sound mixed in with the mountain wind. He listened carefully for a while, then walked quickly in the direction of the sound. After walking about a hundred meters forward, he saw a woman practicing sword. Her posture was extremely light, and the sword spirit was as ethereal as the breeze clinging to her body.
Tang Butian turned around in mid-air, and their eyes met.
Monk Ren immediately took a step to the side and drew his sword to meet the attack.
The wooden sword flew towards him, and the sword's force seemed light but was heavy.
Brother Ren slowly swung his sword forward.
Swords clashed.
Monk Ren's wrist sank slightly, and when he was about to exert force again, Tang Butian stretched out her hand and the wooden sword flew back into her hand.
Monk Ren took a few steps forward and came in front of Tang Butian. He said, "Miss Tang."
Tang Butian looked at him, "Who are you?"
"My name is Ren Qingning. According to seniority, your master and I are of the same generation. You can call me Uncle Master."
Tang Butian didn't say anything.
Ren Qingning smiled and said, "If you don't believe me, you can go back to the mountain and ask. Zhong Minghong and Zhang Xianren all know me."
"What do you want from me?" Tang Butian asked.
"I came here following the sound of the sword," Ren Qingning looked at the wooden sword in Tang Butian's hand, "Want to compete?"
"No." Tang Butian refused.
Ren Qingning was a little surprised. He asked, "Why?"
Tang Butian said: "I am recovering from my injuries."
"Did you get hurt in the lab that day?"
"yes."
Ren Qingning nodded, "I have seen the original appearance of this wooden sword."
Tang Butian showed some doubts on his face.
Ren Qingning explained: "I participated in that battle thirty-one years ago."
"Then what?"
"I stood aside, responsible for maintaining the integrity of the barrier. After the battle began, I watched the people at the foot of the mountain throw themselves down and die bravely. Their souls condensed on this sword and awakened it. Then I looked up at the woman named Mu Sheng. She took this sword and killed the god."
Ren Qingning paused for a moment, "This gave me a great shock. I was thinking at the time, is it really impossible for us on the mountain to drive this sword? And, if we try our best, do we really need the monks down the mountain to sacrifice their lives in exchange for this slight chance? This became a bottleneck in my cultivation, so I went down the mountain to travel and monitor the research institute for the mountain."
"Surveillance?"
"If there are any changes to the remains of the god, I have the responsibility to tell the mountain. Director Wang and Teacher Ji both know about this." After saying this, Ren Qingning added, "I have never revealed the secret of the wooden sword to anyone."
Tang Butian thought about it and asked, "Has the body changed?"
Ren Qingning replied: “No.”
Tang Butian asked again: "So you want to persuade me to stay at the foot of the mountain?"
Ren Qingning denied it again, "No."
So Tang Butian said, "There's nothing else to do. I'm leaving now."
"Where are you going?" Ren Qingning asked.
"Go down the mountain, go home, and go to work tomorrow," Tang Butian said seriously. After she finished speaking, she thought for a moment and added, "When my injury heals, I'll come challenge you."
Seeing that Tang Butian turned around and was about to leave, Ren Qingning stopped her, "Wait."
"Anything else?" Tang Butian asked.
"Where did you get the power of the heavenly tribulation before?" Ren Qingning asked.
Tang Butian's hand tightly grasped the handle of the wooden sword.
Seeing this, Ren Qingning said, "I'm just asking."
"I can't tell you."
"Is it related to the man who came to save you that day?" Ren Qingning asked tentatively.
"Nothing."
Ren Qingning walked up to Tang Butian and comforted her, saying, "I don't mean anything else. As far as I know, there hasn't been a heavenly calamity in this world for more than a hundred years. Even in the mountains, after Immortal Zhang's Taoism was perfected, no one has broken through the limits of heaven and earth for more than ten years. This is a very scary thing for us practitioners."
Tang Butian pursed her lips.
Ren Qingning said: "You go and do your thing. I, I won't harm you."
"Goodbye." Tang Butian turned around.
Ren Qingning watched her walk quickly out, away from the barrier, and her figure became blurred and then disappeared.
…
After reaching the foot of the mountain, Tang Butian called a car.
She looked out the car window.
The car drove around Laojin Mountain, and green trees flashed before her eyes. Gradually, the road became wider and more cars passed by. She encountered a red light. The car stopped. On the sidewalk, a fat man walked by, chewing an ice cream cone.
She said, "Let's change the location and go to Cultural Street."
…
More than half an hour later, she got off the bus at Wenhua Street and walked to the insect house in the sunshine. Stepping into the yard, Chirp flew up from the top of the bird's nest and landed on her shoulder. Walking into the store, the cold air hit her in the face. Lin Yu saw her and said, "Lao Jiang is upstairs, losing weight."
She went upstairs.
Jiang You made a circle with his hands and squeezed the circle while running.
Jiujiu flew to Jiang You’s workbench and flew away with a French fry in its mouth.
Jiang You turned his head to look at Tang Butian and asked, "Is the institute finally willing to let you go?"
"Newcomers are reporting in on Monday."
"Do you want to play with this? Watch me perform a perfect defense..." Jiang You suddenly bent down, holding his stomach.
Tang Butian looked down at him, she was a little disgusted: "What's wrong with you?"
"I sprained my stomach."
