It's a ghost story.
As dawn broke and he recalled the urgency in Shen Qian's words, Wang Yangming paced anxiously.
Suddenly, Wang Yangming saw an elderly woman sweeping the street. His eyes lit up, and he hurried over to ask, "Auntie, do you know where No. 9 Jingnan Road is?"
"Who are you calling 'auntie'? Is that polite of you?" The cleaner glared at him with displeasure.
"Sister, please do me a favor and give me some pointers!" Wang Yangming quickly changed his tune.
"That's more like it." The cleaning lady casually pointed behind Wang Yangming with her broom. "Isn't this 'No. 9 Jingnan Road'? Are you even from Jingcheng? You don't even know this place?"
The cleaning lady had already walked away, but Wang Yangming didn't notice. He just stared blankly at the spot she was pointing to, with only one thought in his mind.
Before you sink, are you sure you're not kidding me?!
Opposite Wang Yangming is a tower.
A giant tower with a retro style, built entirely of bronze.
Its spire is hidden in the clouds, its height unknown, yet it seems to reach the heavens.
In front of the bronze pagoda is a square covering thousands of square meters, entirely paved with white marble. A stele stands in the square, bearing two powerful ancient characters.
Wang Yangming didn't recognize the two characters, but he knew where he was.
This is the Tongtian Tower in Jingcheng.
It's... the place where that man lives!
He is a living god in Jingcheng, an unchanging legend in Jingcheng for a century, and the pinnacle of martial arts in the hearts of countless people in Jingcheng.
Marquis of Jingcheng, Gao Wenyuan.
Yes, Wang Yangming had searched every place on Jingnan Road, but subconsciously he overlooked this place because he felt it was impossible.
When they reached the square, Wang Yangming indeed saw the road sign for Jingnan Road at the bottom of an inconspicuous step, marked with "9".
"Holy crap, it really is here... Shenqian, don't mess with me!"
With trepidation, awe, and unconditional trust in his good brother, Wang Yangming gritted his teeth and stepped onto the steps in the middle of the square.
On this deserted morning, Wang Yangming walked alone on the quiet and empty road, and surprisingly arrived at the foot of the tower without any trouble.
The first floor of the Tower of Babel has eight doors, but only one is open. Two young men dressed in retro robes are leaning against the doorway, having a heated discussion.
As Wang Yangming drew closer, he heard a conversation he couldn't understand at all.
"...No, no, Brother Zique, you are wrong. The passage 'The singing stage is warm and the spring sunshine is gentle, while the dancing hall is cold and the wind and rain are bleak' clearly means that the Epang Palace was too big, which caused two different climates to exist within the palace."
“I think you’re wrong, Brother Jingwen. No matter how big the Epang Palace is, it can’t be as big as Jingcheng.”
This passage clearly refers to the loud singing giving the illusion of spring, while the fluttering sleeves bring a cold wind, making it seem like a storm is brewing. It's a change in state of mind, do you understand...?
"Hello, you two, um, I'd like to ask you something..."
Wang Yangming forced himself to speak.
But the two seemed not to see him at all, and instead spat at each other, their faces flushed, getting closer and closer, on the verge of fighting.
Wang Yangming called out a few more times, but seeing that the two people completely ignored him, he hesitated for a moment, then walked past them and into the gate, intending to ask a normal person for advice.
Bang!
The two men who were fighting happened to fall at Wang Yangming's feet. They looked up at Wang Yangming, who had suddenly appeared in their line of sight, and paused involuntarily.
Who are you?
Who are you looking for?
The two spoke at the same time.
"Oh, I'm looking for someone named Liu Changqing..."
"Looking for Sixth Senior Brother? Wait a minute, I'll kill this bastard first before I receive you!"
The robed man riding on top said something, then turned around and started fighting with the robed men below.
The two men's attacks were completely haphazard, making Wang Yangming want to laugh, until one of them accidentally brushed against him with his sleeve.
Wang Yangming's gaze fell blankly, his mind filled with questions... Where am I?
Bang!
The next moment, a sharp pain shot through him. Wang Yangming, who flew five meters before crashing heavily to the ground, almost fainted.
"Oh dear, brother, I'm so sorry, I forgot you were here. I couldn't stop myself. It's all this shameless scoundrel's fault!" The man in the long robe riding on top ran over and helped Wang Yangming up, apologizing repeatedly.
The other person snorted and didn't bother to speak, but because of this little incident, the fight between the two finally stopped.
"My name is Wu Hongxu, courtesy name Zique, and this is Qian Weiyun. Today, the two of us are on duty at the gate."
The man in the long robe gave a brief introduction, then asked, "You just said you were looking for your sixth senior brother?"
"Yes, yes, I need to see him urgently." Although he was puzzled that someone would give their name a courtesy name these days, Wang Yangming, preoccupied with something, didn't think much of it and quickly replied.
"Do you have any special relationship with your sixth senior brother?" Wu Hongxu asked.
"No, I came here on behalf of a man named Shen Qian to ask him for help."
"Hmm... Sixth Senior Brother doesn't usually receive guests easily. But considering you've suffered an undeserved misfortune, how about this: you wait here for a moment, and I'll go up and pass on a message for you. As for whether he'll see you or not, I don't know."
Wu Hongxu said something, turned around and quickly walked through the door, heading straight for the escalator standing in the middle of the first-floor lobby.
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