Zhe Jinchun

Chapter 22

Holding this answer, Xue Yunheng and Mr. Chen are still at a loss.

With the ability of the two of them, they are [-]% sure that they guessed correctly, but they still can't figure out what the incomplete word "tiger" means.

Since he couldn't figure it out, Xue Yunheng also put aside this matter and didn't delve into it further.

On Maozheng the next day, just when he had almost forgotten the anagram, he suddenly received a secret letter, which said that there was a change in the Fu Festival, and one person died in the hands of the people he left behind, and the rest were going to get away.

At that moment, Xue Yunheng suddenly remembered that he left in the hands of Fu Jie's people, and there was a strategic retainer named Xia Chenghu.

Thinking of this, his usual calm heart became a little uneasy.

He suppressed his emotions and waited until night. After the people who sneaked into the talisman returned safely, one of them reported to him.It turned out that they were suddenly attacked by the enemy and lost one person, that person was Xia Chenghu, he was beheaded by the swordsman invited by the other party, they couldn't get it back, they only brought back his body.

Looking at the headless dead body, Xue Yunheng's back was instantly drenched in cold sweat.

The word "tiger" has no head, so it actually refers to this matter!
At that moment, what Xue Yunheng felt was not admiration, but almost awe.

Seeing through the secrets and calculating all the strategies, what a powerful magical skill is this, and what needs fine calculations?

It is not an exaggeration to call someone with such great power a master.

Xue Yunheng really regretted it very much at that time.

If he had known that this person was a master of magic, he would have allocated his hands to stare at the boy in Tsing Yi no matter what, but now he missed it, what a pity?
And what he regretted even more was his original attitude, so arrogant and frivolous, it can be said to be extremely rude.

With an indescribable emotion, Xue Yunheng ordered Xia Chenghu's body to be preserved alive, and returned to Dadu for a lavish burial, and then waved the rest away, leaving only Mr. Chen with the same discoloration on his face.

The two sat opposite each other under the candle, looking at the remaining four unopened letters in the letter box, their expressions were no longer relaxed as before, but extraordinarily solemn.

So far, Master Ziwei Doushu has donated words or characters four times in total, namely: Matsushita Ke, Sniff Qingmei, Yu Tao Lao, and Hu Wutou.

All four times are accurate, subtle to fine, even Tao Lao's trauma is counted, and a single side is also attached.

Such an accurate prophecy made them feel solemn and solemn about the remaining four letters.

When it was Xuzheng hour, which was the opening time marked on the penultimate letter, Xue Yunheng opened the envelope, only to find that the contents of the letter had returned to the same as before. He said seven words:

In the Ming Dynasty, Zhangcheng and Qin's daughter left outside the city of Qingzhou.

Xue Yunheng and Mr. Chen looked at each other with solemn expressions.

The first few letters were all asking them to open it afterwards, to confirm their calculations about the previous events.Naturally, Xue Yunheng forcefully opened the third letter in advance, which also made them more convinced by the Ziwei technique.

But this letter is uncharacteristically full of guidance.The meaning of the letter is not difficult to understand, but Xue Yunheng must meet the girl from the Qin Mansion in Zhangcheng on the second day and escort her to the outside of Qingzhou City before they can leave.

The Qin family in Qingzhou had a farm near Lianyun Town, Xue Yunheng knew about it before he came, and he also knew that there lived a concubine of the Qin family in that farm, ranking sixth.And just two days ago, he also received the news that Qin Shizhang had fallen off the cliff. The Qin family must be having a funeral at this time, and that Qin Liuniang should be going back to the family for the funeral.

Xue Yunheng discussed with Mr. Chen, and finally decided to act on faith.

The departure date they originally set was on the second day, that is, today, and there was no conflict in time.Secondly, Yunzhou is the only way to return from Lianyun Town to Dadu, and Qingzhou is only half a day's drive from Yunzhou, so it doesn't hinder the overall situation.

Now that the matter of the talisman festival is still at a critical juncture, they left just to avoid it, so in terms of the itinerary, it is not inconsistent with the instructions in the letter.

So, they waited in Zhangcheng conveniently today, and they really met the Qin family's car driver who was going home for the funeral, and successfully invited Qin Liuniang to go with him.

"In this way, there are only three letters left." Mr. Chen's voice came, interrupting Xue Yunheng's thoughts.

He came back to his senses and looked at the peach blossom branch painted on the letter.

He and Mr. Chen have read these letters countless times. From the handwriting to the artistry, to the tone of the writing, they have carefully checked them one by one, but they have not found anything unusual.

Everything is too ordinary, can not find the slightest characteristic.The handwriting is correct and has no characteristics; the words are neither poetic nor literary, and there is no literary talent; the anagrams are crude, but the idea of ​​spelling is quite exquisite; the painting skills are ordinary, even a little rigid.

This kind of combination in one place can't make up a master with amazing talents. It would be more credible to say that he is a commoner who reads rote books.

Mr. Chen obviously felt the same way. He stared at the rigid peach blossoms on the letter paper for a while, and then sighed: "The mediocrity is wonderful, all in one."

Xue Yunheng followed and nodded, his eyes fell on the peach blossom involuntarily.

He has grown to such a large size, and he has never seen anyone paint peach blossoms so lifeless, with no bones in the branches, no rhyme in the leaves, no spirit in the flowers, there is almost no vitality at all.

"Straight as a dead thing." He made a comment.

However, before he finished speaking, his heart suddenly moved.

Dead thing?
He stared at the peach blossom again, and gradually, a dark color rose in his eyes.

Like a boulder sinking into the water, like your feet stuck in a quagmire.

He stared at the peach blossoms obsessively, and the darkness in his eyes became more and more intense.

That branch of peach blossom is not the bright green onion cage that blooms in the world in March, but the despair and struggle falling into the abyss in the dark night. The darkness is the branch, the despair is the leaf rhyme, and the silence is the flower god.

Dead air is full of paper, life is cut off.

Xue Yunheng slammed the letter paper shut, breathing rapidly, and actually heard the sound of his "pounding" heartbeat.

I have lingering fears.

It's just a painting, but he actually has a lingering fear when he sees it? !
How can this be?

He calmed down, unfolded the letter paper again, looked carefully for a while, Fang whispered, "Do you feel that this peach blossom is a bit unusual?" His fingers tapped on the peach blossom.

"Oh, what's so unusual?" Mr. Chen asked.

Xue Yunheng tilted his head slightly, took the letter paper away, and looked at it for a moment, feeling inexplicably strange in his heart.

This branch of peach blossom on paper does indeed linger with a strong sense of death.

The feeling of being entangled by something suddenly surged up.His mouth, nose, eyes and ears seemed to be blocked, only deep despair flooded into his heart from the paper.

His hand holding the letter tightened suddenly, and the paper made a "swipe" sound.

"My lord, could it be that you have seen through the way of life and death?" He said to himself, his face was pale, but his expression was extremely solemn.

Reminded by his words, Mr. Chen looked at the peach blossom carefully, and after a while, his expression became serious.

For a moment, no one spoke in the carriage, only the westerly wind blowing past the window...

(End of this chapter)