Today's Jiangnan is a bit lively amidst loneliness, but within the liveliness there is a kind of dead silence.
At this time, the local aristocratic families were quiet, but the six sects and nine sects were very lively. Whose family the waterway map belonged to became everyone's doubt.
Now that the situation has become clear, the second largest family in the West has been eliminated, and the other two Heavenly Ancestors have remained silent.
Even if the other small aristocratic families have natural geographical advantages, they cannot compete with the real big forces.
It was bustling outside, and many children of aristocratic families and talented disciples of powerful forces were searching Jiangnan for a while, with the sole purpose of knowing where the map was hidden.
Whoever gets this map will get most of the waterway.
The remaining half needs to be figured out slowly and slowly.
Another light rain fell in Jiangnan, sparsely.
The horseman who delivered the letter stepped on the stone slab, anxious yet steady, steady yet anxious.
From time to time, water splashes in the cracks of the bluestone slabs, making a "chirp" sound.
Horsemen delivering messages like this can be seen everywhere in the south of the Yangtze River, and this time there are two forces that have no intention of arguing. One is Gongque Pavilion who just wants to defend the Qinglong Gang, and the other is Yunyan Tower who relies on intelligence to make a living. The two forces just pretended to participate in this chaotic dispute. If they can take it, it's better, and if they can't, it all depends on fate.
Among the many horsemen who delivered letters, one of them knocked on the door of Yunyan Tower. The coachman took out a letter from his arms and handed it to the man in Yunyan Tower. After saying a few words, he turned around and ran towards the rushing door. among the crowd.
At this time, the rain has passed and the sky has cleared up, and everything is fine.
Everything has been completely disrupted, and new forces are being re-established.
One move affected the whole body. After the Bai family and Zhao family were destroyed, the remaining property naturally became the jealousy of many forces. On the one hand, they were looking for the waterway map, and on the other hand, they were constantly fighting for it.
It seems that everything is fine after the rain, but in fact it is chaotic and dark clouds are gathering.
In the midst of this chaos, the boy in Yunyan Tower went upstairs with the letter handed to him by the groom. He first handed it to a maid, and then the maid took the letter to the door of the oiran's room in Yunyan Tower and knocked on the door. The doorbell rang.
"Sister Song, I have your letter."
The man in the room opened the door and responded: "Whose letter is this?"
The maid said: "It seems to be a letter from one of your sisters."
Known as one of the top ten beauties in the south of the Yangtze River, this charming lady from the Song Dynasty had some confusion on her face. She took the letter from the maid's hand. When she saw the signature on it, she smiled brightly and said, "It's a letter from my sister. "
Many people in Yunyan Tower also know that this "sister" seems to be a Taoist sister. I heard that she is very handsome.
The two usually call each other sisters and exchange many letters.
I heard that when Song Huakui came to Jiangnan, it was the Taoist sister and the young master of Yunyan Tower who put forward their opinions. Although they only mentioned it unintentionally, the young master took it to heart. After thinking about it, Song Huakui came to Jiangnan. Jiangnan is much better than staying in that humble town, and the income it brings is much higher than before.
Song Caiyan returned to the room and closed the door. First, she checked whether the letter had been opened or not, and then opened the letter.
The above are all short words from parents, greetings and concerns.
Song Caiyan read them one by one calmly, and then went through them again in his mind.
In the early morning of the next day, when the sky was slightly brighter, Song Caiyan left Yunyan Tower.
Although Yunyan Tower is a place of fireworks, it has never been forced to buy or sell.
You only need to report where you want to go, and you can move freely. Otherwise, there would not be such a huge scale, covering most of the world. The premise is that you have the right to have such freedom.
After all, it still depends on the value of benefits.
Song Caiyan went around and bought some rouge goods that were not painful or itchy, and also bought some fine silk, and finally slowly prepared to return to Yunyan Tower.
Just when passing by a stone wall with extremely few people, she suddenly stopped.
He adjusted his position slightly and stepped forward step by step, a step slightly wider than usual by two or three inches.
It was as if he was counting every step in his mind. When he reached the tenth step, he stopped and happened to stop next to a stone.
Then she squatted down and put her palms on the stone. The stone, which was estimated to be as heavy as a child, was gently pushed away by her. This frail-looking oiran turned out to be a cultivator.
There is a pit under the stone that is just the same size as the stone. The stone is on top of the pit, just covering it.
There is a medium-sized box in the pit. The wood used to make the box is relatively special and is specially used to prevent moisture. Someone specially placed it on the side of the road and hid it.
There is also a mechanism lock on it, and a correct pattern needs to be carved on it at one time to make the mechanism lock open. As long as there is a slight mistake, the mechanism lock will trigger the formation carved in the wooden box, thereby opening the box. things are completely destroyed.
Song Caiyan seemed to be full of confidence and extremely confident.
I drew a few strokes on the mechanism lock and it opened immediately.
Song Caiyan reached out to open the wooden box, took out a somewhat gray map inside, placed it among the silk and rouge, then closed the wooden box, returned the stone to its original place, stood up and left as if nothing had happened.
She seemed to have done all this countless times and was very comfortable with it.
Not long after the oiran left, another group of people hurried over.
Among them were a monk, a man in a flying fish suit, and a person from the yamen.
The three arrived almost at the same time, and then repeated the oiran's actions, taking ten steps forward from that position, then stopped, pushed away the stone, and saw the wooden box.
The three of them were delighted.
"The news is correct, Yuan Quan did not lie to us."
"Amitabha, Donor Yuan is indeed trustworthy."
"Hmph, don't say it so high-sounding. Who would have thought that one of the three major sects would actually use such despicable methods, not even sparing the soul of a dead person. It's really eye-opening." The person from the Yamen With a sneer on his face, he said mockingly.
The man in Feiyu suit frowned and was a little displeased with this person from the yamen, but when he thought that this person was sent by the disciple of the saint, he gave up and was unwilling to argue with him.
On the other hand, the monk said without changing his expression: "There is bliss in the West, and I am also saving people. The benefactor has taken a look."
The people in the yamen wanted to say something else, but the man in the flying fish suit interrupted: "Let's take a look first."
Everyone looked down, and then the man in the flying fish suit opened the wooden box, his face condensed.
"No?"
"empty?"
"This is impossible!"
The three people had different expressions, but they all saw confusion and disbelief in each other's eyes.
"This is the last bargaining chip Yuan Quan has left for himself. There can be no lies!"
"There is the smell of rouge in the air, someone came here before us!"
Everyone's expressions changed, and then they left separately.
