Chapter 197: Duke Yansheng
Of course, Ding Bao himself had no reason to recognize it as the City God Pavilion. Once the truthful explanation was made, it would definitely involve Sister Fox. Sister Fox had developed so many identities and must have never wanted to be known to anyone, so he had to say: "When I chased the demons who were instructing the heavenly soldiers to the vicinity of Izuyun Temple, he was blocked by a group of bandits who claimed to be the City God Pavilion. After hearing what Yan Shenggong said, he thought of them."
Kong Ziru pondered: "Even the City God Pavilion has appeared, it's very difficult."
Just turn to the blank page of the note and record this variable.
Seeing that he stopped asking for details, Ding Bao breathed a sigh of relief and murmured: "I didn't expect that Bian Quetang took action first. With such a big fanfare, aren't you afraid of the White Horse Royal Family and the Golden Eight Clans to pursue the investigation?"
In fact, there was a vague speculation in my mind. Since Bian Quetang was held in his hand by that "Bixia Yuanjun" before, it would not be difficult to force them to take action to steal two corpses!
"Ji Hua's old fox is in the Holy Sect, but he is alone and does not join others. He thinks he has a huge ambition and has a long history, but he never expected that he would take action so quickly. It seems that he has mastered some chips and is fearless."
Kong Ziru shook his head and compared the chair beside him. "Sit. After you say it, I'll listen."
Ding Bao sat down as he said, took a deep breath, and explained in detail the day when he was chased by heavenly soldiers in the back mountain of Yansheng Caoyuan that day, including the dialogue between Tan Yin and Yang and Mu Canghai, without missing a word. He only missed the "Bixia Magical Power" to help Tan Yin and Yang to calm down his fetus and everything about the fox sister. It was not that a few short conversations gave him more trust in Kong Ziru, but that he had originally planned to tell Chunyu Fanyin later. At this time, he was just borrowing flowers to offer Buddha.
The process was unexpectedly short.
Kong Ziru just listened quietly and said nothing. The work on his hands never stopped. He occasionally looked up and frowned, and his sharp eyes showed some interest, which was all that.
Ding Bao had thought of many possibilities before, but he never expected that he would come to the end so soon. He seemed to be unable to explain it, as if he had gone through all the obstacles, just to talk about such a short paragraph. It was boring, and he focused on briefly explaining the part involved in Tan Yin-Yang and Mu Canghai's dialogue, with the focus on the four characters involved:
The sword ancestor Ning Wuming; the blood-robed sword emperor Tang Jingtian; the sword holding a knife boy; the scholar in green robe.
Unexpectedly, these four people should be the four masters of the "Nine Gods of Eternal Life" today!
While talking, the old helmman knocked on the door a few times, presented La Wan, pigeons, etc. Kong Ziru always read immediately, sometimes giving a few words, and sometimes waved his hand to signal him to leave.
If not, I was afraid that Ding Bao would have lost his words earlier. The two of them were speechless through the books and scriptures, which made them feel embarrassed.
"According to you, Tang Jingtian of the Tang family lost to Ning Wuming in the battle, and promised to help Ning Wuming train and improve the heavenly soldiers. He was a complete evil man. It is definitely not a good thing to teach him to lurk by the general of Zhenbei. I will tell you whether the leader of the Tang family is Tang Aofeng. If you believe it or not, there are also the scholar in the green robe and the boy holding a knife. Since they are all first-class descendants of famous families, it is a clue. I will find someone to investigate the possible origins of these two people."
After a moment of silence, the old man finally put down his pen and closed his handwritten letters, and looked up and said, "Is there anything else to say?"
Ding Bao was stunned, feeling helpless and a little depressed, so he just shook his head.
"Okay." The old man continued to work again. "Thank you for your hard work. Just go back."
"Go back... back?"
Ding Bao couldn't react at all.
"Where you come from, go back to wherever you come from. There is no business here, I will deal with the rest."
"this……"
Kong Ziru suddenly remembered something and looked up and said, "I heard the Sanskrit mention it before. Kong Ci seemed to be on her giant ship of "Moon God". Her child is very energetic and has been lonely since childhood. He likes to play with some mysterious things. It is rare to meet someone with a similar intellectual knowledge and can compete. If you have time, you can help guide you more..."
"Yan Shenggong, about the heavenly soldiers..."
“I know how to cook.”
The old man interrupted him, "Although Tang Aofeng of the Tang family is difficult to deal with, it is not ignorant of great tribute. If his brother really participated in the matter of heavenly war, he would give the world an explanation. As for the sword ancestor Ning Wuming and a desperate person, no matter how brave he is, he can still go to heaven. If it is really true, I will go to invite the master in person and chopped the dog's head directly, and it will be a complete failure."
"The sword ancestor Ning Wuming's martial arts skills are excellent, and his fortune is in the top five..."
"After all, isn't the best in the world, right?"
Kong Ziru was lazy even looking up and smiled indifferently: "A mere martial artist in the martial arts world is not worth taking it seriously. Even if he really fights alone, the Bai family has the best in the world and the Chunyu family has Chunyu Fengyun. These two people can kill him without leaving any armor. In addition, Zhang Tianshi of the Zhang family and the two palace masters of the Dantai family are all top-notch masters in the world, and they may not be inferior to him! Everything is up to me..."
"Let's wait!"
Ding Bao was angry and shouted loudly. The old man looked up and put his pen down, looking at the young man in front of him with great interest. Even so, the person who was in a sad way was still hard to see. What kind of wind and frost years can make the sharp eyes like a frost blade?
"If you still have reservations, just say that you will come out once, don't waste your and my time."
Kong Ziru held his fingers and placed them between his abdomen, ready to listen attentively. This was the first time since Ding Bao entered this cabin, the old man had put down his pen and faced him with all his heart.
"You have a lot of time to wait, but I don't have much time left and I can't let go of it for a moment."
There is a group of small missing carvings on the desk. The three-stage jade stands in the shape of a step-shaped jade stand holds three white jade square cups the size of a wine glass. At the bottom of the jade steps, there is a jade carved hammer holding a hammer, and a thumb-sized golden bronze chime in front of it.
Kong Ziru spoke and plucked the top jade cup. Countless jade particles of rice size "rustling" fell and poured into the next level white jade cup.
When the jade pieces fall to the last jade cup in turn, it will touch the clump on the villain's body, bend down and hit the chime with a hammer.
"I'll give you a moment. After that, I'll listen."
Ding Bao then realized that he was in a dilemma. He was not ready to confess everything, and he didn't even know if he could believe the old man with a serious and weird temper in front of him, but he could not leave.
He reluctantly calmed down, and a flash of inspiration said: "I have come to you by chance. I have learned from the suicide note of the predecessors and through my own practice that many habits and strategies of the heavenly soldiers have been known to me many times. I have also witnessed many friends burying them under the heavenly soldiers, so I hope to contribute my strength to prevent innocent people from being slaughtered again. I thought, Yan Shenggong may be useful to me..."
“No need.”
"What?"
"When dealing with the heavenly soldiers, no one must have him. If you want to say this."
The old man showed a careless look, his original interest was swept away, and he pulled out a volume of picture albums from the stand and threw them to Ding Bao.
The old yellow picture album not only records the process of each heavenly soldier blood case over the past eight years, but also contains the characteristics of some exposed heavenly soldiers, martial arts, good at weapons, detailed files of normal people, suspected methods of being manipulated, and possible weaknesses...even their appearances are painted with detailed graphics.
Not only that, after going back, even suspected cases related to the experimental heavenly soldiers that occurred twenty years ago were recorded in detail. Ding Bao deliberately searched it. The incident involving heavenly soldiers outside Izumo Temple ten years ago was also recorded in the book. The details of the heavenly soldiers left at the scene were amazing, even more detailed than Ding Bao heard. It was like Mu Canghai's dictation that night. Except for the part where he was captured by Ning Wuming, the others were also seen from this notes.
"This...this is..."
Ding Bao couldn't speak for a long time.
"This is my experience and notes on my journey through the world and the wilderness in the past eight years. This book is just an abstract. For example, every killing caused by the heavenly soldiers has detailed inspection files, including confessions and court certificates from people around me, and hundreds of volumes are hidden in the study room of the Confucius Mansion.
"All victims' bodies, residual limbs, and anti-corrosion processes have also been collected in a special warehouse, with sections of residual limbs caused by different heavenly soldiers, and clean bones that remove muscles and internal organs. Compared with the work inspection documents, they can clearly grasp the characteristics of each heavenly soldiers that have appeared, and inferred but not yet proven accurate manipulation methods."
The old man said calmly.
"With this note, if you unite the elites in the world, you will surely destroy the heavenly soldiers!"
For a moment, Ding Bao couldn't help but have this idea.
"When knowledge and strength are united, we will be able to subdue the heavenly soldiers."
Kong Ziru and Taoism: "I have devoted all my efforts to study the heavenly soldiers in the past eight years, and can be said to be thoroughly studied by the 'know' one way. What I need now is 'power'. Subduing the power of the heavenly soldiers and demons is not one or two people can provide it, nor is it one or two families that can achieve it. We must win the top and powerful figures in the world to give up prejudices and work together to calm the heavenly soldiers. This is the 'power' I need most now."
"So, you can go back. I don't need you."
The old man looked at him meaningfully and smiled faintly: "Although the disaster of heavenly soldiers is huge, it is huge but the human heart is unpredictable. Some things cannot be mixed with. Young man, if you can meet heavenly soldiers three times, you will still be more and more energetic as you live. This shows that you are a talent. Don't sacrifice in the wind and waves of the world. You must do the right thing in the right position to be the right way."
"bite!"
With a crisp sound, the little jade man fell down with a hammer, and it passed in a blink of an eye, and it didn't stop for a moment.
"Go! Go back to Xiaoci and treat her well. Other things have nothing to do with you."
The old man pointed at the small table beside the chair and ended the conversation by lowering his head and holding a pen.
"Just leave the book there, I'm sorry I won't send it."
Ding Bao didn't know how to react, as if the burden on his shoulders was taken away, and the obsession in his heart was emptied, so light that he was a little empty and at a loss.
"Is it... that's it?" (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, novels are better, updated and faster!
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