Sixteen free bodyguard
Lu Yinche's eyebrows jumped when he heard this.
Lu Denghe opened his mouth to speak—the gold locket they had found and pawned. But he was interrupted by Lu Yinche's voice. He smiled and said, "How do you know it's the words 'Ri'? It can't be... the handwriting is sloppy and the direction is wrong. It actually says 'Yan Yanshu', you unfaithful man?"
Xie Qiaosheng's anger was as real as substance: "What nonsense are you talking about again! How can you call me uncle by his name? And still say such things!"
"Why can't I shout? Didn't you all say I was his Taoist partner?" Lu Yinche yawned again, not knowing why he was so sleepy. "I'm going to shout, Yan Yanshu, Yan Yanshu, ungrateful man, ungrateful man."
Xie Qiaosheng regained his composure, glared at him, and muttered, "You'll know when he hears you."
Wei Qi coughed twice at the right moment, glanced at the people in the room, and tried to smooth things over: "Go on."
Xie Juncun changed Lu Yinche's cup of hot tea.
Pretty good at handling things.
Lu Yinche used his eyes to direct Lu Denghe, asking him to learn from him.
The rat incident is not over yet. Originally, such illogical information reporting would just be returned to the higher authorities to clarify the matter, but something happened to the rat.
His soul lamp went out.
Cultivating Taoism requires destiny, but in essence it goes against the will of heaven, and one may die at any time.
However, the Chengxiao Sect did not ignore this strange incident just because Lao Shu was just a small outer sect disciple. They even sent a powerful cultivator like Xie Qiaosheng to investigate. Compared to some other sects, they were quite considerate.
Yang Deyou listened to the entire process and his face was filled with shock.
Before coming here, his master had repeatedly warned him not to get involved in the muddy waters of the ghost cave, especially not to act on impulse or act rashly. Although he was young and hot-headed, he took the advice to heart, but he never imagined that his uncle-in-law had such a mission on his shoulders.
Xie Qiaosheng rolled his eyes at him and said, "What mission? You want me to fill that hole? You think too highly of your uncle."
"Ah?" Yang Deyou scratched his head, confused. "Then what is Uncle Master doing here?"
It was no wonder that Xie Qiao had a strange temper. He didn't know why these words had hit him so hard. He felt like the juice in a soup dumpling was boiling. He snorted angrily and stopped talking.
Lu Yinche took over the topic: "You've been here for a few days now, right? What have you found out? Why did you say just now that I could find out by releasing my spiritual sense? What's the situation?"
Then he told the story of Lu Denghe casually digging into the tree hole and taking out a gold buckle with the words "Good Day".
Xie Qiaosheng wanted to rush to the pawnshop immediately after hearing this. If Lu Yinche hadn't said that there was nothing strange about the item, he would have already run away. "Are you sure?"
"Are you sure? There is no trace of spiritual power." Lu Yinche replied.
Xie Qiaosheng frowned.
Regardless of Lu Yinche's reputation, he is indeed a person who has learned a lot and is proficient in many schools of thought. If he said that he had not discovered anything, Xie Qiaosheng would probably not be able to make any breakthroughs either.
Xie Qiaosheng said, "As soon as I arrived in Yaocheng, my spiritual sense sensed something was amiss. The thick, sinister aura of lost souls emanated from it, and the smell was as strong as a vinegar corpse that had been buried for three and a half months and then fished out. I almost thought it was some sour, smelly delicacy popular in Xizhou."
Lu Yinche suggested that he change his wording.
Xie Qiaosheng continued, "But I couldn't find the source. Instead, I saw a rat on the street. This is very strange... He looks and behaves just like a living person. There's no flaw to be seen with the naked eye."
"But the more normal it seems, the more wrong it seems—who took away his soul, then used such a vicious and incurable technique to keep his body alive? What's their intention?"
Yang Deyou heard the new words and asked in confusion, "Sucking away souls... what's the point of that? Isn't that the same as the ghost cave doing it, tearing out the heart and lungs?"
"Your uncle only said 'I don't know who it is', but I guess there's no other suspect, right?" Lu Yinche said coldly.
"Yes," Xie Qiaosheng admitted that he was restrained. "Although the Ghost Cave is guilty of all sorts of evil, it has never directly challenged us sects before. At least they know how to maintain a superficial balance. This is Xizhou. If our northern forces interfere too deeply, I'm afraid it will backfire."
Lu Yinche had found their territorial divisions difficult to evaluate back then, and now it seemed they had made no progress, still playing the game of checks and balances. Clearly, the Immortal Alliance's supposed "coordination of all parties" was still just an empty shell.
Wei Qi knew him and said, "So this trip is actually about a sect feud - one of our disciples was murdered for no apparent reason, and it is only natural for the sect to come and avenge the blood debt."
Xie Qiaosheng nodded. "I just don't believe those cowards from the Qingtian Sect have the nerve to say something like 'damaging our dignity'? Have they ever intervened? It's just that Master said we have to do some face-saving work first. It's very difficult to do."
They sang in unison and sighed.
Lu Yinche looked at it with amusement: "Why, should I say next, leave this to me?"
Yang Deyou looked expectantly at this powerful figure, who existed only in rumors, while Lu Denghe's eyes sparkled. Among the three young men, Xie Jun was calm and somewhat unsociable.
——He filled Lu Yinche’s teacup again.
Lu Yinche was a little full.
He smiled at Xie Juncun, indicating that there was no need to add more tea, and then said, "I don't need to worry about face. I am also somewhat interested in this matter, so you can count me in."
Before Wei Qi could even speak, Xie Qiaosheng said sarcastically, "Aren't you seriously injured and dying? How dare you go out and do something stupid?"
Lu Yinche said, "Oh, I didn't know Master Xie was so worried about me. I have to eat two more bowls of rice today to help digest it."
Instead, he smiled gently, expressing his gratitude for the concern that was packed with three layers of emotions.
Xie Qiaosheng was annoyed: "Forget it, but with your body lying here, there will inevitably be some disturbance. In the end, rumors of love, hatred and revenge will spread, and my uncle will be implicated again."
Lu Denghe looked at this and then at that, his face twisted, as if he was crying and laughing at the same time.
Yang Deyou poked him: "What's wrong, do you want to go to the toilet?"
Lu Yinche is a person who takes advantage of others. Seeing that others are more disgusted by this rumor than he is, it makes him even more shameless.
"Well, what if I shout 'husband, save me' before I die? Maybe your uncle, holding Qianyuan, will come down from the sky and stab my murderer to death with one sword, just like he stabbed me to death that year. Then the world will be peaceful from then on. Does the unique beauty of the surname Yan match your feelings?"
"My heart goes to hell with you," Xie Qiaosheng cursed, "You... forget it, stop joking. We have some people from our sect coming this time, and some of them have decent... decent cultivation. Why don't you lend them to me?"
He glanced at Yang Deyou beside him, frowning unsatisfactorily. Yang Deyou looked like a deflated puppy, his brows drooping in grievance.
Lu Yinche felt that he was overcoming all difficulties and was ready to recommend himself.
There is no need to work so hard.
Lu Yinche quickly declined. It wasn't like she was traveling for a young lady, and she needed four companions and eight sedan chairs. Even though she was injured, she wasn't stupid, so she had to run.
Wei Qi interrupted, "We've brought so many people here to give them experience. Take a look at our young Xie." He pointed at Xie Juncun, smiling as if he could be a matchmaker. "He's reached the Golden Elixir Great Perfection, and he's a handsome man. How about a good match for you?"
Xie Qiaosheng retorted, "That's enough. Our sect is kind and we can't bear to hear that your heart and soul are being auctioned off next time. Take it with you."
Lu Yinche laughed at Xie Qiaosheng and said, "You're like that. I thought the person you were going to recommend to me was your cousin's youngest son, a relative of yours. He needs a chance to gain experience, so you shouldn't leave him to me."
He pointed at Lu Denghe and said, "I can't teach him well. There's no way this kid has the last name Lu. I'll take care of him. Xiao Xie is fine. He doesn't need to have the same last name as me."
Xie Qiaosheng rolled his eyes: "I have no parents, so what do you say?"
Xie Juncun nodded: "Okay."
Well, what can I do?
Wei Qi wanted to laugh and said, "Did I call you Lu Juncun? Ah Che, quickly bring him back to Qichuan and quickly record his name in the family tree to cut off our leader's beard."
Lu Yinche reacted and smiled: "This is great, there is hope for the revitalization of my Lu family."
Xie Qiaosheng asked anxiously, "Great Elder Wei, why are you so ungrateful?"
Yang Deyou next to him said, "Ah? It's not that bad, isn't Senior Lu the wife of my great-grandmaster?"
Xie Qiao glared angrily.
Jokes aside, bodyguard Lu Yinche really doesn't want it.
To put it bluntly, he agreed to get involved in the Yaocheng Ghost Cave affairs because he was bored.
He was destined to be in this city, but even if he didn't get involved, he'd still be wandering around here, a perfectly qualified vagrant, penniless. Furthermore, he had a bad reputation. If someone recognized his face again, and word got out, it wouldn't be good for a future genius like Xie Juncun, right?
But no matter how many reasons he had, he couldn't argue with a doctor who believed he was about to die. Especially since this doctor said Cheng Xiaozong paid for it.
People should not give in easily.
Lu Yinche believes that it's okay to give in to money. If you give enough, then you're right.
It would be a waste not to take the money from Cheng Xiao Sect. So I had to give the Sect Leader some face, and helping this young man gain some experience was also a small favor.
Taking one is taking, taking three is taking. By the time he left the restaurant, Lu Yinche had three more thugs. This posture was comparable to that of Young Master Yang whom he had met on the street earlier.
However, Xie Juncun still had no expression on his face, so Lu Yinche wanted to tease him: "What? You don't want to follow me, are you unhappy?"
Xie Juncun shook his head: "No, I don't want to, I'm very happy."
"That might be because I'm presbyopic, I didn't see it." Lu Yinche joked, "After all, I'm old enough to be your ancestor. How old are you?"
Xie Juncun reported a reign title, but Lu Yinche had never heard of it, since he was just a child anyway.
This matter may sound difficult to investigate, but the logic is actually quite clear. Find evidence of the ghost cave extracting souls, prove the true culprit behind Mouse's death, and then settle the score with force. Cheng Xiaozong has given up on resolving this issue through diplomatic channels anyway.
However, the meaning of the "Good Day" message left by Mouse, why did he send these two words to the sect far away in the northern border, why did he die mid-transmission, and how does this relate to the ghost cave's black market transactions that Mouse had previously focused on? This remains to be considered.
Lu Yinche decided to start from here.
He sent Lu Denghe to the pawnshop and assigned him a Jindan thug named Yang Deyou.
He then said to Xie Juncun, "Do you know where the black market in Yaocheng is? Let's go and take a look."
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