The front door of Wangchuan's secret stronghold at Jincheng Fendu was now wide open. When Zhong Linqi brought the enemy he had knocked unconscious and captured to the place, he happened to hear a noisy and chaotic sound coming from inside.

Looking through the gate, the courtyard was in a mess, and the sound of fighting and screams could be heard intermittently in the three-story building.

Zhong Linqi's heart suddenly tightened. He guessed that there was an enemy attack here. He threw the unconscious man into the yard, closed the door and walked towards the three-story building.

Suddenly, half of the carved wooden door of the three-story building was smashed away, and an unlucky figure rolled to the ground, groaning and rolling while holding his chest that was hit.

Zhong Linqi jumped over him, stepped over the threshold and entered the house. He found six people lying around the living room on the first floor. A woman in black with a ponytail was facing away from him, holding an assassin with a bruised nose and face and questioning him.

: "Where is your Dusi?"

Zhong Linqi stood five steps away from her with his hands folded, and said loudly: "Du Si is not here, I wonder if I, the ferry master, can come forward to satisfy you?"

The figure of the woman in black was obviously shocked. She let go of her hand and let the assassin who had been beaten unconscious by her collapse to the ground. She turned around to face Zhong Linqi and at the same time pulled out the sword from her waist: "You are the one I am looking for!"

The moment the two faced each other, they each noticed a strangely complicated look in the other's eyes, and they were speechless for a moment.

"The ancient sword has not been hidden. It's been a long time since we last saw each other." Zhong Linqi was not afraid of the sharp sword edge at all. He stepped forward and stretched out his fingers to touch the cold sword body, as if he was greeting an old friend whom he had not seen for a long time.

The light golden Yuling printed pattern on the sword shone for a moment, as if responding to him.

"What should I call you now?" The man holding the sword had bright eyes, "The Lord of Forgotten River Ferry? Or the nominal military attaché of the Yuwu Division? Or do you have a new title?"

He smiled faintly: "Just call me Zhong Lingqi."

The cold front slowly hung down. Teng Yining pondered for a moment, sheathed his sword and walked past him to the door. Although he didn't look back, he said in a commanding tone: "Come here, I have something to ask you."

"I also have something to ask you." The Forgotten River Ferry Master, who had regained his real name, happily followed her into the yard outside.

Teng Yining stopped in the courtyard, looking at the stone tables and benches that she had knocked over a moment ago, the potted plants and the buckets and basins by the well. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "Let's talk first, if I misunderstand you.

, after asking about the situation clearly, I will apologize to your people."

"Maybe it's not a misunderstanding."

"Then you have to suffer the sword you owed nineteen years ago."

Zhong Lingqi smiled helplessly and whispered: "We haven't seen each other for so many years. Are you so heartless when you first come?"

Teng Yining glanced at him without any intention of greeting, and said straight to the point: "What are you and Wangchuan planning? Don't try to trick me. I have seen your men in Xiliang Prefecture, including thieves and bandits like Xuan Tie Erqi.

All kinds of people can be brought into the same kind. Do you want to expand your strength and do something big?"

"Are you worried that I will be harmful to the Huangwu Sect?" Zhongling Qi smiled, spread his hands and defended: "You know me, I am not the kind of lunatic who is afraid of chaos in the world. I will not do anything like that.

Useless..."

Teng Yining suddenly took a step closer to him, grabbed his shoulders and said seriously: "I'm worried that you will go astray again! Didn't Wangchuan end nineteen years ago? Your old department is in Jinyiwei.

Those who have become officials have dispersed, so what’s going on with these Fendus that are popping up like mushrooms in every state now?”

"I need help."

"What do you need hands for?"

"Sorry, I can't tell you right now." Zhong Lingqi looked at her pleadingly, "By the way, I have more important things than this right now..."

"The things you can't tell me are the things you think I will stop you from doing." Teng Yining released his grip on his shoulders and took two steps back, saying regretfully: "Back then, you didn't accept the official position of Jin Yiwei.

Wu Yue and Xiao Meng got married, I thought you would live in peace and contentment, but it seems I was wrong."

"Not accepting the official position of Jinyiwei back then is one of the things I regret most now." Zhong Lingqi laughed at himself and sighed with emotion: "Otherwise, everything would not have ended up like this."

"What... do you mean?" Teng Yining vaguely heard that he seemed to have some unspeakable difficulties, and his hand on the sword hilt loosened his grip.

"Maki Zhiren has been under house arrest and has lost control of the imperial court. People who are considered imperialists are persecuted every day, and most of those people are those who have made great contributions to the Northern Expedition in the past ten years or so.

What is this? Killing donkeys or crossing rivers and burning bridges? In one month, it will be the 18th year of Bac Ninh. The irony is that today, after the war, the north finally found peace, and those who have devoted their blood, sweat, energy and sacrifice to this end are the first to be abandoned."

When Zhong Lingqi said this, there was suppressed anger in his eyes.

Teng Yining was silent. She had also heard about these things, but the purpose of the Huangwu Sect was to ignore the temples and only focus on the rivers and lakes. The affairs of the temples were handled internally by the Chenlin Emperor. This was why the Huangwu Sect was able to form a cooperative relationship with the imperial martial arts department for many years.

Base.

"Mu Zhiren was betrayed by everyone in the court, and the Northern Expedition officers who were loyal to him could not protect themselves. The only one who can give him some comfort now is me." Zhong Lingqi looked sad, and then said decisively: "Now he is gone.

, and I can’t do anything about it, but at least I can do something for him!”

"What are you doing? For the sake of Mu Zhiren, are you going to take Wangchuan... to start another bloody storm in the imperial capital?" Teng Yining asked with difficulty, clenching his hands unconsciously: "Zhongling

"Abandon, even if I don't care about you, aren't you afraid that the sect master will..."

Zhong Lingqi replied unswervingly: "Except for Mu Zhiren, I have never been willing to follow and be loyal to anyone in my life. What the Huangwu Sect wants to maintain is order, and I am not that great. I just want to have a clear conscience.

walk my own path."

Teng Yining turned her back. Even with her deep and stubborn voice, she could not hide her sadness. She said: "You are always like this. No one can dissuade you from deciding things. It was like this back then and it is still like this now. I blame you for being too tall."

Even if you estimate yourself, I cannot be your scabbard or your light, as you once said."

"Yining..." Zhong Lingqi was moved. He wanted to explain, but he didn't know where to start.

"Will the sect leader let you go a second time so that you can take care of yourself?" After she finished speaking, she was about to leave.

"Yining! I saw Yu Shiqi." Zhong Lingqi shouted to her, "Why didn't you tell me?"

Teng Yining stopped at the door, his shoulders trembled, and he slowly turned sideways and looked back, about to cry.

She raised the back of her hand and rubbed her eyes, and said to Zhong Lingqi with a piqued attitude: "Tell you what to do? I had no intention of recognizing him in the first place. It would be no good to keep him in the dark for the rest of his life as the son of the master of the Tongfeng Sect.

Do you think we two bastard parents are much better? The Yu family and his wife are so virtuous and brilliant, aren’t they any better than us?"

Zhong Lingqi was speechless. He lowered his head silently, feeling too guilty to speak.

He never felt there was anything wrong with being the leader of the assassins, nor would he feel ashamed, except in front of Teng Yining.

"But the kid doesn't think so in his heart."
Chapter completed!