Chapter 154 Caravan
Chapter 154 Caravan
"Girl, let's take it slowly." The old man's voice became low and serious.
The old man probably never imagined that there were many details he had overlooked hidden in the memories of the Kunlun Sect more than 30 years ago, some of which had even misled him for more than 30 years.
This trip with my daughter brought back many memories, and looking back at many of the people and events in those memories now feels completely different.
He wanted to follow his memories and didn't want to rush to the later part about his reunion with Jinniang.
In this way, every person and event that appeared in the details of his memory was clear, without any skipping...
I was still a little dazed when I came out of my master's room and unfollowed him.
— Fu Jin sneaked into the sixth floor of Fengzhong Pavilion without permission, violating the rules of the Kunlun Sect disciples. Elder Xiao Ran ordered an investigation into the matter and discovered that Fu Jin had not only sneaked into the sixth floor of Fengzhong Pavilion without permission, but had also secretly gone to the eighth and ninth floors.
The spring wind felt like a thorny knife cutting my face, and my lips felt like they were being burned by the wind.
The Wind Pavilion has nine floors in total. Floors six and above are areas that only high-ranking disciples can enter, while floors eight and above are restricted areas. Those who enter without authorization will be punished at best, and expelled from the sect at worst.
The eighth and ninth floors are restricted areas.
It contains forbidden books kept by the Kunlun Sect, as well as items that Kunlun disciples are not allowed to touch.
These are the consensuses of the entire Kunlun School.
No one will cross that line.
Especially on the ninth level, they weren't even expelled from the sect, but were instead detained.
Did Fu Jin know she had caused trouble and then run away?
I have many doubts about taking the pass.
Indeed, everyone in Kunlun knew that Fu Jin loved reading. He could spend an entire day engrossed in the Fengzhong Pavilion, studying tirelessly. The longest he ever stayed in the Fengzhong Pavilion was three days and two nights. He was so engrossed in reading that he forgot to go back to his room, and he even secretly ate two steamed buns while staying there for three days and two nights.
This incident later became a topic of conversation among the Kunlun disciples.
—In the more than two hundred years since the Kunlun School was founded, Fu Jin is the second person, apart from the founding patriarch, to stay in the Wind Pavilion for such a long time.
Originally, Fu Jin was just an ordinary student in this cohort, not attracting much attention. But after that incident, Fu Jin's reputation spread among the disciples. Everyone in the Kunlun Sect knew that Fu Jin was the most avid reader.
That's why, when news spread that Fu Jin had been caught secretly reading on the sixth floor of the Wind Pavilion and would be punished, his fellow disciples in the Kunlun Sect, though surprised, didn't suspect anything. Fu Jin's fondness for reading led him to secretly go to the sixth floor—it's quite possible he was just being silly and got lost in his reading.
So initially, not many people cared about this.
It was his first offense, and it was an unintentional mistake. I reckon Elder Xiao Ran will punish him by sending him to Siji Cliff for two or three months of seclusion to reflect on his actions.
According to the rules of the Kunlun Sect, when Fu Jin went to Siji Cliff to reflect on his mistakes, Elder Xiao Ran would lead people to continue investigating the matter; originally, it was thought that this matter was just a formality.
But the rumors started to get weirder and weirder. Later, we heard that Fu Jin hadn't just gone to the sixth floor, but also to the eighth and ninth floors.
Furthermore, books were stolen from the eighth and ninth floors of the Wind Pavilion.
After that, it became very difficult for the disciples of the Kunlun Sect to find out any news about Fu Jin.
Furthermore, inquiries about Fu Jin's affairs were strictly prohibited.
After saying all this, the junior uncle was still in a daze from unfollowing him.
Junior Uncle picked up the lantern and led the group that had withdrawn from the sect to the Cliff of Reflection.
The Kunlun Mountains are vast, and Siji Cliff is located in an extremely remote place.
The spring chill was biting, and the cold inside made his heart tingle, so he unconsciously pulled his clothes tighter; while his junior uncle was dressed very thinly, and the path to Siji Cliff was very short, yet his junior uncle was covered in sweat.
sweat……
The old man suddenly fell silent at this point.
Wang Sumo knew that the old man had figured it out in his heart. The person who was the best to you in your memory was the one who extended his evil claws to all your friends and relatives. But at that time, you were in the middle of it all and did not realize it at all.
The old man clenched his fists, his teeth grinding together.
An indescribable sense of regret and guilt swept over my heart like dark clouds, gloomy, damp, and turbulent, swallowing up the peace within.
Just as the road ahead cleared, the carriage was almost ready to move.
Bai Cen rode over on horseback, first saying hello to Old Zhao, who was driving the Eight Treasures Pavilion, and then when he arrived at the next carriage, he was about to speak when he saw the old man with his hands clenched and his eyes bloodshot.
Bai Cen was slightly taken aback.
Just then, their eyes met. With a single glance from Wang Sumo, Bai Cen immediately understood, pretended not to see, and rode back to the front. Just before he could no longer see her, Bai Cen turned back for one last look.
"Brother Bai Cen," Duan Wuheng greeted.
"They're here." Bai Cen then pulled himself out of his thoughts and returned to the front.
"What's wrong?" Bai Cen asked.
Duan Wuheng frowned and lowered his voice, saying, "Brother Bai Cen, look, Duan Wuheng and I think that carriage over there is a bit strange."
Bai Cen looked at Huo Ling, who nodded in agreement.
It's rare to see the two of them so in agreement.
"What did He Zhen say?" Bai Cen asked, seeing that He Zhen had already gone to the carriage across the street to "chat up" with her.
Huo Ling said, "I told He Zhen, and He Zhen said he would stall the other side first and told us to find you."
Bai Cen understood. He Zhen probably saw him coming out of the corner of his eye. While talking to the carriage opposite, he turned to look at him. The two exchanged glances without saying a word.
Among the people from Qingyun Manor, He Ping and He Zhen are the most reliable.
"You wait here, I'll go check it out," Bai Cen instructed, and Duan Wuheng obediently nodded.
Huo Ling replied, "I'll go with you."
Bai Cen looked at him, and Huo Ling continued, "I want to go and take a look."
Bai Cen stopped and said gently, "Don't go, there are dead people in there..."
Dead, a dead person?
Huo Ling's eyes widened in surprise, and she subconsciously frowned in worry, unconsciously pulling her cloak tighter; Duan Wuheng also subconsciously stepped in front of Huo Ling without even realizing it.
They probably thought that Huo Ling, that sickly girl, would be scared.
Bai Cen patted the two of them on the shoulder: "Keep your pets on a leash, and call Lao Zhao if you need anything."
After Bai Cen finished speaking, Huo Ling and Duan Wuheng nodded like chicks pecking at rice.
Even so, Bai Cen turned to look at Zhao Tong not far away and nodded slightly; Zhao Tong tacitly got off the carriage and came this way.
Bai Cen stepped forward, while He Zhen was still talking to the other party.
The other party is probably a caravan, here to do business.
Some caravans have their own carriages and guards, so they don't need to hire a security escort agency and can transport goods on their own.
Right now, the Eight Treasures Pavilion is facing a caravan that doesn't need a security escort agency; it has its own guards.
Half of the guards in these caravans were their own personal guards, and the other half were hired guards. Most of these people had previously been wanderers in the martial arts world.
Upon seeing the iconic large chest of the Eight Treasures Pavilion, and knowing the origin of the other party, they were relatively less wary and vigilant.
He Zhen wasn't from Bazhenlou, but since he was with them on this trip, he couldn't show his face, and there were some things he couldn't handle properly. So he went forward to exchange pleasantries and wait for the people from Bazhenlou to arrive.
He Zhen breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Bai Cen step forward.
He gestured to Bai Cen once more, focusing his gaze on the area he was looking at.
Bai Cen understood.
At the Eight Treasures Pavilion, Zhao Tong got off the carriage and called Jiang Yutang out to look after them. Jiang Yutang got out of the carriage and saw Bai Cen and He Zhen in the caravan ahead, talking to each other.
As Zhao Tong stepped forward, the old man was just about to continue talking to Wang Sumo about Kunlun Mountain when Zhao Tong called out in a low voice, "Master, old man."
Wang Sumo and the old man both stopped and looked at Zhao Tong. Zhao Tong was at the Bazhenlou Hotel and would not easily get off the carriage by himself.
Zhao Tong lowered his voice: "Something's not right with the caravan ahead."
Wang Sumo and the old man both paused. This was an official road; logically speaking, it shouldn't be like this.
Zhao Tong continued, "He Zhen and Bai Cen went forward to check, and Bai Cen will act according to the situation."
After Zhao Tong finished speaking, he added, "Weiwu kept calling out, and then Duan Wuheng kept holding him. Bai Cen gestured to me, and there was a bloody smell in the wind."
Wang Sumo and the old man exchanged a glance.
"There's a bloody smell, but the caravan members can't smell it themselves?" Wang Sumo asked in surprise.
Zhao Tong said softly, "It seems to be covered by some kind of spice."
Wang Sumo paused for a moment, then got off the carriage.
Ding Bo heard a noise outside the carriage, and Zhao Tong called Jiang Yutang out again. Ding Bo did not cause any trouble, but only slightly lifted the curtain and looked out through the gap.
He Zhen and Bai Cen were together, talking with the other caravan.
With He Zhen present, although he didn't know what had happened, Uncle Ding wasn't so worried anymore.
Before the curtain was even lowered, Zhao Tong and Wang Sumo stepped forward as they saw the old man being taken from behind.
Ding Bo glanced at his young master. With Bai Cen and He Zhen present, and now that the old master and Zhao Tong had arrived, there should be no danger.
It's unclear what Bai Cen said to the other person, but the other person looked horrified.
He then led Bai Cen and He Zhen forward, checking the carriages behind them one by one.
Zhao Tong stayed behind with Huo Ling and Duan Wuheng, while Wang Sumo and the old man followed to check on them.
Bai Cen and He Zhen were searched separately.
The first carriage, the ninth carriage, the second carriage, the eighth carriage... The two checked them one by one, and finally headed towards the middle carriage and stopped in front of it.
He Zhen and Bai Cen exchanged a glance. He Zhen nodded and then gently lifted the curtain behind the carriage with his sword.
Bai Cen frowned, "This is it..."
This is a horse-drawn carriage used for hauling goods, so it is quite deep and is obscured by boxes of varying heights, making it impossible to see the middle section.
Bai Cen reached out and grabbed the side of the carriage before leaping onto it.
"Bai Cen, be careful," Wang Sumo reminded her. Bai Cen nodded to her, indicating that she was alright.
Sure enough, the smell of blood was behind the box, then covered by cloth and spices.
Bai Cen was cautious. The person wrapped in the cloth had lost too much blood and had fainted. It was probably not someone who had placed him here, but someone who had hidden himself here. That's why he used a blood-proof cloth to wrap the wound and prevent the blood from seeping out.
The spices perfectly masked the bloody smell, making it only strong in front of the eyes.
But Bai Cen is naturally sensitive to these smells.
Bai Cen reached out and gently nudged the other person, but there was no response. Then, he cautiously reached out and found a faint breath; the person was still alive.
Bai Cen said to the outside, "There is a seriously injured person who has lost too much blood and has fainted."
Everyone outside the carriage gasped.
"I'll go." He Zhen got into the carriage to help, and the two of them carried the unconscious person out.
The caravan's guards were all terrified.
When did this person come up here? Nobody knows.
Moreover, this cart was full of spices, the most intensely flavored parts, which masked the smell of blood.
The caravan's guards quickly made way, and Bai Cen and He Zhen helped the person down from the caravan, one in front and one behind.
“He’s still breathing. Let Doctor Fang take a look.” After Bai Cen finished speaking, Wang Sumo stepped forward and said, “Wait a minute.”
Bai Cen and He Zhen stopped. Wang Sumo reached out and brushed aside the hair covering the person's face, revealing a familiar face. Wang Sumo exclaimed in surprise, "Lu Wenqu?"
[Author's Note]
Several lines are about to converge.
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