By some strange coincidence, it perfectly matches the current mask, making people ignore the incongruity that is difficult to conceal.
Xu Shiqing felt a python's tongue spit out. It wasn't necessarily malicious, but simply a human's instinctive vigilance against approaching threats. Or perhaps, as the sun was setting, he encountered a black goat with curved horns sizing him up, and it brought its massive head to the side of his face.
He tensed his body without any hesitation, and his limbs and muscles were conveying the message that he was ready to attack.
This behavior was completely thoughtless, perhaps it was an instinctive reaction when his brain realized the terrifying side of the person in front of him.
...Xu Shiqing had never felt so threatened and oppressed by Xie Chongyue as he did today.
After realizing that he had overreacted, Xu Shiqing forced himself to relax and asked calmly, "What do you know?"
"Some secrets." Xie Chongyue tilted his head slightly and said with a smile, "Perhaps all the doubts you've had over the past three years can be answered in Lingnan."
What was Xu Shiqing wondering about? This must be a secret known only to him. He was sure he had never told anyone, not even Xie Chongyue.
So how did the secret become known?
Or is it that Xie Chongyue is already familiar with him enough to see into the depths of his soul?
Xu Shiqing couldn't help but reveal a scrutinizing look, a look that rarely appeared on this kind-hearted grandmaster. Most people's impression of him always stayed on a pool of warm water, warm but not hurtful.
The man who was being looked at like this was calm and composed. He smiled easily, and the shadow cast by his brow bones rarely made his eyes look gloomy and obscure, and the thick and sticky emotions almost burst out.
"Don't look at me like that," he said. "I'm not the enemy, am I?"
Xu Shiqing pursed his lips, thinking, you look more difficult to deal with than the enemies I encountered before.
But he didn't sense any malice in these words and actions. After thinking about it, Xu Shiqing said, "You're right."
Then let’s go to Lingnan.
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He Wen Gu picked up the letter and wiped it across the flame.
In a moment, the fireworks coiled upward and were thrown into the empty incense burner.
Liu Xiangsheng sent a letter saying that he would be away for many years and asked me to take care of myself.
He looked at the flickering flames. The warm orange light seemed to convey a faint sense of heat, but it was only for a moment. He felt his cheeks get cold and realized that the fire had gone out long ago. Only the cold wind of the long night blew gently on his face.
Han Chengyu was missing, which was normal; that was how thieves behaved. Previously, this guy had just run into us on his own. Someone who could steal from the Jiangnan prefect and escape unscathed couldn't be a simple character.
He Wen Gu didn't care what the other party was going to do next.
In two days, he would pick up Liu Wuyu, who was still in prison, and then go to Bian Jing... Bian Jing, He Wen Gu was distracted for a moment. He had lived there for many years, became famous there, and established his career there.
These few days of just over a month seem like a lifetime ago.
He knew what Liu Xiangsheng meant. They had been close friends for thirty years, from ignorant teenagers to successful successors and world-renowned figures. Many times, some things did not need to be stated.
Just like one stormy and dark morning twenty-five years ago, Liu Xiangsheng hurriedly handed a baby to him.
He Wen Gu didn't ask, and Liu Xiangsheng didn't say anything.
But they all knew what was happening.
"Some things are really fate." He rubbed his eyebrows, took a piece of letter paper from the table, pressed it down, ground the ink, and started writing.
He Wen Gu had to write two letters, one to Bian Jing, announcing that the leader of the sect had died and Jianmen would follow him, so he announced the dissolution of Jianmen, and the disciples in the sect would each seek their own way to make a living. As for the sect's business, the elders would distribute money and food according to the contributions of the disciples, with the intention of maintaining unity.
As for the other letter, it was addressed to another elder in charge of the management of Shili Pavilion, indicating that everything remained the same and that they would wait for the right time.
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