Chapter 114 Barbecue
Chapter 114 Barbecue
"Senior Brother!"
"Senior Brother!"
"What happened!" He Ping rushed back to Dong Yi Li and bumped into two fellow disciples who were also heading east. He asked anxiously, "Where's He Lin?"
The two fellow disciples were also flustered. They had been nearby and recognized the voice as He Lin's.
The most distinctive voices in the entire Qingyun Manor are those of the Manor Lord and He Lin. The Manor Lord is dignified, and He Lin's voice is clear and melodious. There is no other person whose voice is as distinctive as He Lin's.
It's Junior Brother He Lin!
"We...we also came after hearing the noise!"
"It sounds like He Lin's voice!"
Both of them, like He Ping, had anxious looks in their eyes.
The square in the east of the city was already crowded with people. Someone in the inner circle shouted, "Everyone, get out of the way!"
The group of fellow disciples quickly stepped back.
"Senior Brother?" The others hesitated when they saw him, and He Ping felt increasingly uncertain. He pushed aside the people around him and rushed to the center of the square.
In the middle of the square, Yu Hong was using his internal energy to heal He Lin's injuries.
He Lin had bloodstains at the corner of his mouth, and there were obvious wounds on his chest and forehead.
"He Lin!" He Ping rushed forward.
"Senior Brother, Senior Brother Yu Hong is healing Junior Brother He Lin." A disciple immediately stopped them.
Everyone in Qingyun Manor knows that the eldest brother and He Lin have a good relationship.
Junior Brother He Lin was young, so the Manor Lord had him stay with the eldest brother, who also took care of him. Over time, He Lin became the eldest brother's closest confidant. Seeing He Lin like this suddenly, the eldest brother must be…
However, Senior Brother Yu Hong is currently treating He Lin's injuries, and it would be bad to delay the process.
As expected, He Ping gradually calmed down after his initial shock.
Judging from Yu Hong's appearance, he was covered in sweat and was struggling to expel the poison from He Lin using his internal energy.
"What happened?" He Ping asked.
The disciple who had been on duty said, "Young Master just went to see that Netherworld Messenger. He hadn't said much before, but after seeing Young Master, he suddenly said that he could tell Young Master the secret of Bewitching Town, but it was a very important matter and couldn't be done in front of others."
He Ping is not easily fooled.
Is there really such a good thing?
They wouldn't budge before, but they agreed when the eldest son came?
He Ping knew very well that something was wrong.
When we met the old man, both the old man and the old man were there. One was the Cloud Piercer and the other was the Ghost-Slayer of the Lake-Suppressing Division. They had seen more people in the martial arts world than anyone else. They didn’t let the Netherworld Messenger speak. Why would the Netherworld Messenger suddenly want to speak when he met the young master?
But He Ping did not speak up easily.
He is always reserved and composed, and he knows exactly what to say and what not to say in which situations.
But what he cared more about was how such a shrewd and reserved person as the eldest son could believe such an obvious lie.
He could even sense a trap; the eldest young master couldn't possibly be unaware...
But He Ping knew that now was not the time to ask that question.
"What happened to He Lin?" He Ping asked casually.
The disciple on duty remarked, "It seems that Junior Brother He Lin was catching birds near the roof of that house when we suddenly heard a shaking sound coming from inside. We went to check, and it seemed..."
"What do you mean?" He Ping looked at him.
The disciple on duty leaned closer, probably also feeling that it was inappropriate to say such things, so he whispered to He Ping, "Senior Brother, it seems that He Lin was catching birds on the roof when he happened to see the Netherworld Messenger wielding a sword against the Eldest Young Master from behind. If He Lin hadn't stopped him in time, the one who would have been so seriously injured might have been the Eldest Young Master..."
However, He Ping did have some doubts.
"Where is the eldest son?" He Ping asked.
"He's fine, he seems to have been frightened and is resting in the house. I keep asking about He Lin's condition."
He Ping nodded.
In the square, Yu Hong was still treating He Lin's injuries and expelling the poison.
The poison used by the Netherworld Messenger was exceptionally vicious. Among the disciples of this generation in the entire Qingyun Manor, He Ping and Yu Hong were the best. The fact that Yu Hong was forced to this extent shows how potent the poison was.
Finally, Yu Hong withdrew his palms, ending his internal energy cultivation.
He Lin was not fully conscious, but he coughed up a mouthful of black, poisonous blood.
He Ping helped him up: "He Lin."
He Lin fainted and did not wake up.
Yu Hong was also exhausted and coughed up a mouthful of blood.
"Are you alright, Yu Hong?" He Ping asked with concern.
Yu Hong waved his hand, his face looking very unpleasant, indicating he didn't want to speak.
But fearing he would be anxious, he briefly told him that the matter was urgent, and He Lin had been struck twice by the Netherworld Messenger, once on the forehead and once on the chest. But after he finished speaking, Yu Hong started coughing. His body was too exhausted and he needed to rest, so he couldn't talk for so long.
"Help Yu Hong go back to rest first," He Ping instructed.
Immediately, fellow disciples stepped forward.
"He Lin?" He Ping called out. He Lin's complexion was much rosier than before, which was indeed due to absorbing Yu Hong's internal energy to heal his injuries. His injuries were not so serious, but a black line rose on his wrist, which was a poisonous bud.
Yu Hong used his internal energy to suppress the poison in He Lin's body, but he was unable to completely detoxify him, so the poisonous buds still remained in his body.
Every bit longer it grows makes it more dangerous.
If the poisonous buds take root and slowly spread from the wrist to the heart, it will cause death.
We need to take He Lin to see the doctor.
"He Lin?" He Ping called out again.
He Lin was unconscious, and the wounds on his forehead and chest were shocking.
"Senior Brother, let's take He Lin back to his room to rest first," a disciple suggested.
Concern can cloud judgment, so He Ping quickly nodded.
Several fellow disciples escorted He Lin back to his room, where he lay down to rest and had his wounds cleaned. Once that was done, He Ping carefully examined the wounds on He Lin's body.
He was struck on the forehead; judging from He Lin's height, the Netherworld Messenger's palm strike would indeed hit his forehead.
If it was on the forehead, the wound on He Lin's chest was caused by retracting his palm and then opening it with a different palm.
Indeed, no...
"Senior Brother!"
After leaving He Lin's house, where someone was left to look after him, he wanted to go to the house where the incident had occurred. Along the way, several fellow disciples greeted him and asked about He Lin's situation, to which He Ping gave a brief response.
Pushing open the door, he remembered that the Netherworld Messenger had been imprisoned here before.
He remembered clearly that Wang Sumo had said that he was afraid the Netherworld Messenger would have evil intentions, so he tied the rope very tightly. This was the old man's unique binding method. Not to mention untying the rope to escape, even if he had a knife in his hand, it would be impossible for him to untie it himself.
It was the eldest son who ordered the ropes to be untied...
He Ping crouched down to examine the traces in the room.
There are signs of impact and bloodstains.
He Ping reached out, but it wasn't He Lin's hand; it belonged to the Netherworld Messenger, and it was the bloodstain left from Yu Hong's sword piercing his chest.
He Ping remained extremely calm.
He got up and continued to examine the room, looking at everything from the walls and furniture to the ceiling.
He Ping didn't stay on the roof tiles for long.
The rooftop is in such a conspicuous location that anyone can see it, especially now...
At that time, the eldest son must have sent his fellow disciples away, which is why no one saw He Lin here.
He Lin does indeed enjoy catching birds. Yesterday, he told me that there was a beautiful bird here, and he wanted to catch one to keep at Qingyun Mountain Villa...
As he was about to leave the rooftop, He Ping frowned slightly.
There are footprints on the roof tiles, and the tiles have changed position and shape due to stress.
The tiles at He Lin's feet looked as if they had turned around and were trying to escape.
Is it because he's afraid he can't win, so he wants to turn around and find someone else?
That's not quite right.
If you just want to find someone, you can just shout, but that shout before didn't sound like you were looking for someone; it sounded more like a scream of terror...
He Ping thought for a moment, then went back inside without lingering on the roof.
There were also many messy marks inside the house.
There were fights, dragging, and falls.
He Ping carefully checked and could indeed recall the details in his mind: He Lin's two palms, the possible positions of his footprints, the things he broke when he fell, and the injuries he might have sustained...
He Ping almost completely recreated it.
Indeed, all the marks, even the bruises and wounds on He Lin's body, could be closed up.
Yu Hong was not lying.
He Lin was indeed injured here, and all the details of the injury can be verified one by one.
Even so, he remained squatting on the ground for a long time without getting up.
He Lin was timid and liked to hide in the back when something happened. It wasn't that he looked down on He Lin, but people grow up gradually. He Lin hadn't been away from Qingyun Manor for long, and he needed to experience many things.
If it were him who encountered danger to the eldest young master, he would act immediately, but He Lin…
He Ping remained silent.
Based on his understanding of He Lin, it wasn't a matter of character, but rather He Lin's age, martial arts skills, and experience, which made it unlikely that he could make the correct judgment immediately.
"Senior Brother." A fellow disciple's voice came from outside.
"Come in." He stood up as well.
"Senior Brother, the Young Master requests your presence."
"Okay, I'll go right away." He Ping replied, but before getting up, his eyes paused slightly, as if he was organizing his thoughts.
*
"How is He Lin?" He Huai'an asked.
He Ping replied, "Yu Hong used his internal energy to expel the poison from him. He just rested and hasn't woken up yet."
Everything I said was true.
"Have you checked inside?" He Huai'an asked directly.
He Ping nodded: "I've seen it. I heard from the other fellow disciples that He Lin was catching birds on the roof when he happened to see it. He Lin was injured while trying to save the young master."
He Ping looked at him.
He Huai'an nodded: "You may all step back."
He Huai'an gave a brief instruction, and the other disciples left the room.
He Ping was slightly taken aback.
In the center of the room lay the corpse of the Netherworld Messenger. When He Lin saved He Huai'an, he gave Yu Hong an opening, and Yu Hong pierced the Netherworld Messenger's chest with his sword, killing him.
He Huai'an's tone still carried lingering fear, unusually solemn and with suppressed emotions: "I originally only wanted to go through the motions today and take a look at this Netherworld Messenger, but when he saw me, he said he had something to say to me alone and asked me to dismiss everyone else."
He Huai'an's tone remained calm, but there was an undercurrent of emotion beneath the calm: "I naturally guessed it was a trap, but he gave me a reason I couldn't refuse—"
He Huai'an turned to look at He Ping, and He Ping looked at him as well.
He Huai'an said in a deep voice, "He said..."
He Huai'an carefully considered his words: "Uncle is not the son of my great-uncle's close friend. This matter is of great importance and cannot be taken lightly, but we have no choice but to listen..."
Owner of the estate?
He Ping was surprised.
He Huai'an understood human nature well; in the face of even greater shock, all the irrationality would become rational.
“So even though it was risky, I dismissed everyone around me, including Yu Hong. I asked Yu Hong to untie him, but he suddenly lunged at me. It was He Lin who suddenly appeared.” He Huai’an shook his head: “He was terrified himself, but if he hadn’t blocked that blow for me, I would be the one lying here.”
He Ping needs time to process this.
He Huai'an also seemed to think: "Whether it's the Netherworld Messenger or the Bewitching Town, everything seems strange. I need to go back to the manor as soon as possible to tell my uncle about this and discuss it with him. He Ping, you stay here to handle the aftermath and also take good care of He Lin for me. Once he wakes up, have someone send me a message as soon as possible."
"I understand." He Ping was still a little confused.
*
On the departing carriage, Yu Hong looked at He Huai'an: "Young Master, are you just leaving like this? Won't leaving He Lin behind cause trouble?"
He Huai'an calmly said, "The entire Qingyun Manor has a very good relationship with He Lin, treating him like a younger brother. If he were to die, He Ping would definitely investigate to the end, and the crowd would be in a frenzy. It's better to keep him alive than not, since he won't wake up anyway. With him around, He Ping can focus more on taking care of He Lin and have the remaining influential people dealt with so as not to leave any evidence."
"yes."
"Be careful," He Huai'an cautioned.
He was satisfied with his current identity and didn't want to cause any more trouble. He still had many things to do, and a bewitching town was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
Yu Hong suddenly remembered something: "Young Master, I heard that the old master went to the place with the Eight-Sided Formation Umbrella..."
He Huai'an calmly flipped through the booklet in his hand: "Since we're just fulfilling someone's wish anyway, let them go. Back then, Liu Henshui was arrogant and domineering, offending many people. Few of the people in the court are upright and honest. They won't take any pawn, no matter how good, if it's not under their control. That's why they found the Northern Snow Blade and the Eight-Sided Formation-Breaking Umbrella to set up the scheme. Now that times have changed, the Eight-Sided Formation-Breaking Umbrella is old and we can't get anything out of it. Let them go."
Yu Hong should be the answer.
He Huai'an was thinking of asking, "How has Lingyun been these past few days?"
It seemed that only when He Lingyun was mentioned did a hint of gentleness appear in He Huai'an's eyes.
Yu Hong said, "The master takes the second young master with him every day, and in such a short time, he has made great progress."
He Huai'an nodded and said gently, "You've woken up."
*
The Eight Treasures Pavilion was lit, and the bonfire was set up. On the fourth day after leaving the Bewitching Town, they finally arrived at a town where they could resupply.
Everyone seemed to be holding their breath, and they went on a massive shopping spree.
This time, even Grandpa Weng didn't stop him.
I bought a whole bunch of things.
Just then, Zhao Tong also joined them on the way. They went with the Kangding Sect and rescued the person. The people of the Kangding Sect were very hospitable, especially the sect leader's parents, who made him carry a whole bag of local specialties.
He was a major demon of the Rakshasa Alliance—he couldn't refuse such hospitality…
Most of these ingredients won't last very long.
Today, we're not going to cook anything serious. Wang Sumo has finally set up the barbecue grill she's been longing for.
It was the first time Duan Wuheng had ever had a barbecue with so many people. He was very happy, doing all the odd jobs from top to bottom, and he was happy too.
Compared to the days spent aimlessly wandering around in the Enchanted Town, the Eight Treasures Pavilion is simply too good!
Zhao Tong cut, sliced, and disassembled the meat. The new knife was very easy to use. With so much meat, cutting it was comfortable no matter how he cut it, bringing him a sense of joy.
We need to tidy up the old man's fire pit and the grill for roasting meat, since it's not all roasted meat.
Grandpa Weng went to feed the horses, dogs, fish, and pigs.
As the number of pets at Bazhenlou increased, so did the number of live animals that Grandpa Weng had to feed.
After retiring from Zhenhu, Mr. Weng was the first to start living a life of traveling the world in a mobile home and feeding a bunch of pets.
Jiang Yutang was quietly washing vegetables in the kitchen.
Wang Sumo was chopping vegetables while carrying skewers of white scallions.
When it comes to barbecuing, you always have to put everything on a grill. She had been researching this for several days on the way here. You need an iron skewer to put everything you want to grill on and just rotate the skewer!
[Author's Note]
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