The Book of Troubled Times

  Chapter 436 The Vanishing Sword House

   I once suggested Tang Wanzhuang to visit the Bashan Mountain, where the rain rose at night and the autumn pond, and when I finally arrived, it was early summer.

  The time was too short for the scene of the famous sentence, Zhao Changhe said that the ink in his stomach was gone again, and he couldn't make up the poem.

   I don’t know if there is a Taoist Gu in Bashan besides Jianlu, who can dance willow swords in the wind with all his hands?

  In the process of leading the horse out of the city in Kuaiji until leaving the sphere of influence of Tang Buqi along the way, no matter whether you meet court officials or people from the rivers and lakes, as long as you recognize yourself and the broad knife on your back, everyone respects you very much.

  Especially here in Xiangyang... The Blood God Cult returned after the war, and did not return to their home Wushan, but still stationed in Xiangyang. When Zhao Changhe passed by, he also went in to have a look at Xue Jiaozhu and Sun Jiaoxi, and the hospitality he received was the same as the emperor's tour.

  But for some reason, Zhao Changhe felt as comfortable as when Master Xue was staring at him cautiously before the challenge.

   Now that I have passed Xiangyang, I have nothing to do with the previous forces, and people on the road don’t recognize me. It feels like a dragon returning to the sea, and I am much more at ease.

  The moment I set foot on Bashan, I felt that I had returned to the rivers and lakes from the world. The ecology began to be different, and this was my home.

  Maybe cheap...

  Speaking of the so-called Xiaoxiao on the road, there is really no such thing now... The south is in a pre-established chaotic situation, and all military forces have a strong sense of presence, "cleaning up the remnants of Maitreya's party" everywhere, so there are no bandits and bandits who dare to talk. Zhao Changhe's main itinerary is by boat, and only a few cities such as Xiangyang stop to rest, and nothing happens.

   It's just that wherever you look, you can see a depression in chaos, and you don't know when it will recover.

   It is more likely that it will not recover within a few years, because the situation of the various regimes is already very obvious. The southern gentry spontaneously resisted Maitreya, resulting in the strength of each family now exceeding the normal range. Now it is the Tang family who has performed too well in this battle and can still hold on. Everyone is jealous of the Tang family. Once something goes wrong in the Tang family, the chaos will be more troublesome than Maitreya's riot.

  When Tang Wanzhuang is not with her these days, she is "discussing Jiangnan affairs" with Tang Buqi. What is she busy with? Isn't it almost the same as it is now after the Eighteenth Route princes asked for Dong to disperse...

  I feel that according to this deduction, Tang Buqi wonders if it is possible to say "If there is no orphan in the world, I don't know how many people will be emperors and how many people will be kings"...

  Well, why is my mind still thinking about these things, looking at Bashan and Bashan.

  Why is Bashan not guarded, so that I can’t return to the rivers and lakes...

Huh…

  Zhao Changhe frowned suddenly, and approached slowly.

  There is a faint eaves corner of the wooden hut in front of it, and it looks a little damp after the rain in early summer. This should already be where the sword hut is...how can there be no human voice?

  Zhao Changhe walked over slowly, and sure enough, there was a wooden cottage in front of him, low-key and simple, like a group of ascetic monks.

  There are often sword marks on the surrounding trees, which are left by inadvertent sword practice.

   But the wooden hut is empty and uninhabited.

  Is the sword house empty? What about people?

  Zhao Changhe tensed up, and slowly walked towards what looked like the main house.

  The door was closed tightly, and I reached out to touch it, and there was no dust... It shouldn't be long since I left.

  Zhao Changhe pondered for a moment, suddenly vomited with inner strength, and broke into the door.

   This is a rather large hall, with a huge "劒" character hanging on the front wall, written in a sharp and solemn style. Other than that, there are no other furnishings, just ordinary tables and chairs, extremely simple.

   It should be the main hall of the sect...

   There are no corpses, no blood, but people are gone... The entire Sword House has been relocated?

  Zhao Changhe smacked his lips in pain. Judging from the degree of dust, he shouldn’t have moved for a long time. If he had come here first in Xiangyang, he would probably still have seen people. Unfortunately, he couldn’t come because he had something to do...I missed it this time.

   I don’t know if they have emptied out of stock...

  If you move normally, important items must be moved cleaner than a dog has licked them. Taking luck, Zhao Changhe searched around, found the locked warehouse at the back, and broke in.

  The warehouse is a bit messy. There are a lot of standard clothes and standard long swords thrown aside at random, and rice noodles can be seen... The money and things are really cleaner than a dog licks it, and there is not a single copper coin left. It can be seen that the typical moving scene where important things are moved away and ordinary things are left in place after consideration is nothing special.

   I searched carefully and found the drug storage, which was also clean, leaving some common drugs such as mosquito bites scattered in a mess.

  Zhao Changhe pulled out a few bottles and sniffed them, then threw them aside in disappointment.

   It was really a large-scale normal relocation, and nothing abnormal could be seen... Zhao Changhe shook his head and left, and looked back again reluctantly.

   This look was suddenly a little dazed.

  Among those clothes piled aside, why are there night clothes?

  He strode back and took a look. They were night clothes, and they were night clothes in large quantities, not one or two.

  A group of silent and restrained swordsmen, the standard equipment of the sect actually has standard night clothes?

  The words "Tingxuelou" came to Zhao Changhe's mind.

  Bashan Jianlu, could it be Tingxuelou... During this period of time, I haven’t heard of any cases that this once hated assassin organization did. Could it be that something happened to me?

  Before, Yue Hongling once said that he came to visit Bashan Sword House. If Jian House was a normal school of swordsmen, the "Sunset Excalibur" would be very welcome to come and exchange ideas, but if Jian House was Ting Xue Lou, it would be troublesome...Because Yue Hongling was obviously offered a reward for assassination.

   It's just that Yue Hongling is similar to Zhao Changhe, his whereabouts are uncertain, and it's hard to find where. How easy is it to assassinate him? But if he came to the headquarters of the Assassin Group by himself... Zhao Changhe could almost imagine the scene where Yue Hongling found something wrong and immediately ran away to break out of the siege, Yue Nvxia was very alert.

   Is the relocation of Jianlu related to this? Trying to kill Yue Hongling failed, and the organization was exposed, so they had to move?

  Possibility exists.

If this is the case…

  Zhao Changhe suddenly turned around and went out, rushing to the forest on the abnormal mountain road.

  If there is a battle, they must jump up and run straight into the forest, and then run around in the forest. They don't know how to follow the normal mountain path, so they don't see anything when they come...there will be something in the forest.

   Sure enough, it didn't take long to find the traces of the battle where the trees were broken, which was extremely obvious.

   Further on, I saw a dead body...

  Zhao Changhe squatted down and inspected it. He had been dead for a long time, and he stinks with maggots. But it can still be seen that the sword pierced through the throat, crisp and clean, it is the trace of Yue Hongling's swordsmanship, and he can recognize it even in ashes.

  Zhao Changhe quickly followed the traces all the way, and saw several corpses along the way. There were traces of blood that had dried up all the way out of the mountain, and disappeared suddenly after reaching the outside of the mountain.

  Zhao Changhe looked at the road ahead and muttered to himself.

   If you guessed right, it was a sweaty BMW nearby, and Yue Hongling was wounded and left.

  Shi Wuding, the Lord of the Sword Cottage, might not have been there at the time, and no one could stop Yue Hongling. When he came back, he knew something had happened, and decisively ordered the people to relocate, and he should have followed the trail to chase and kill Yue Hongling.

  The basic context should be like this.

  Then here comes the problem, Hong Ling is injured, and she is at the top of the list from time to time.

   Is he still alive if he is caught up?

  But the incident has happened for a long time, and there is no news of Yue Hongling's accident on the list of troubled times...

  Zhao Changhe finally couldn't hold back: "Hey, are you there?"

  Longque: "?"

   "Didn't call you, fortune teller!"

  The blind man did not respond.

   "Damn, don't pretend, I know you know! I'll just ask if something went wrong, so I don't want you to reveal anything. It's just that everyone is so familiar with it and won't make it easy? Anyway, you can tell fortunes, you didn't see it..."

  The blind man finally spoke angrily: "Nothing happened. Find it yourself. Don't ask me."

  Zhao Changhe let out a long breath: "Thank you."

  The blind man froze for a moment, but lost his voice.

  If Hongling runs away, where will she be headed?

  Zhao Changhe returned to the normal mountain road without saying a word, stepped on his own black horse, and galloped away to the southwest.

  (end of this chapter)