Chapter 29 Xuanzhen Division
How cool is it to show off?
Or how cool is it to show off in front of a big shot?
Zeng Anmin held Hu Zi in his arms, still with a very bright smile on his face.
I finally experienced the joy of solving high school mathematics Olympiad problems in front of the teacher.
At this moment, Dad's face was a little frozen.
Not to mention Dad, in the whole yard, except Qi Dachun who had just been beaten, who didn't look confused?
Zeng Anmin put his fingers away, blinked his eyes, and said innocently:
"Why are you silent?"
His voice broke the silence in the yard.
Everyone looked at Zeng Anmin at once.
At this moment, the afterglow of the setting sun just passed over the tip of his nose. His profile, as if chiseled by a knife and an axe, and his extremely eye-catching phoenix eyes, gave people a feeling of youthful vigor and vitality that was unique to young people.
Dad reacted, put one hand behind his back, and his expression returned to normal. He cleared his throat, which was blocked by something:
"Well, to open up a purple palace at this age does show some talent."
At this point, Dad changed the subject:
"However, opening up the Purple Palace is only the first step in the practice of Confucianism. A great foundation begins with the first step. From now on, you must not be impatient and must practice patiently."
"It is important to understand that earnestly comprehending the universe is the fundamental principle of Confucianism."
"From now on, you can study Confucianism at home. If you have any questions, you can come to my study."
After saying that, Dad took small steps that were obviously faster than usual and walked quickly towards the study:
"I suddenly remembered that I have some official business to attend to, so I will skip dinner."
Having said that, he walked into the study.
“Pah.”
He closed the door.
…
“Tsk.”
Zeng Anmin lowered his head and teased Hu Zi for a moment, then perfunctorily raised his eyelids and said, glancing at the tightly closed doors and windows of the study:
"Then forget about Grandpa. Let's eat first, Huzi?"
"Okay!" Hu Zi seemed to be indifferent to everything, but when Zeng Anmin mentioned the word "eat", his eyes suddenly shone brightly:
"Okay, okay, hehe."
My mouth is watering.
Zeng Anmin lifted Hu Zi's shirt and wiped his mouth.
He glanced towards the study again, curled his lips, and muttered:
"Repressive education and the like are the most annoying things."
…
In the study, Zeng Shilin looked out through the gap in the window.
After Zeng Anmin took Hu Zi and Aunt Lin out of the hospital for dinner.
The servants in the yard also left one after another.
He waited for a while until the whole yard was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Zeng Shilin finally couldn't bear it anymore and loosened his clenched hands that had turned white.
“Hahahahahahaha!!!”
A hearty laugh echoed throughout the study.
"Qin! Do you like to compete with me in everything?"
"So what about my daughter who has entered the Nurturing Realm in just six months?"
"Hahaha! She's just the right wife for my son!"
“…………”
But the latter words were said by Dad in his heart.
…
Prince Jiang's Mansion is located in the southern part of Liangjiang County.
After turning two corners, the official road is not far away.
It is also the place where Wang Lin, the prince of Jiang Palace, died.
Although it was already night, the Prince Jiang's Mansion was brightly lit.
main hall.
A burly figure sat expressionlessly on the chair in the center.
He was about thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old, with a tall and strong figure, and was tightly covered in a purple robe.
The neck and wrists reveal a bronze complexion.
The facial features are clear and deep, and the eyes are dark and icy.
This person was none other than the current King Jiang. He stared silently at a slightly hunched old man across from him.
"The prince did die from a spiritual weapon."
The hunchbacked old man had wrinkles all over his face and was dressed very simply in plain clothes.
If you didn't know, you would have thought he was an old farmer.
However, a gleam of light would flash in his seemingly cloudy eyes from time to time, giving people a sense of unfathomable depth.
The old man is an aide to Prince Jiang’s Mansion. His name is Qi Lang, but he prefers to be called Mr. Qi.
Mr. Qi's voice was low and firm, with a hint of hoarseness:
"I am very familiar with the spiritual weapons made by the Xuanzhen Division."
"He died from the same spiritual weapon as Er. The killer must be at least a warrior at the Ascension Realm."
"Killed with one strike, clean and neat, it's enough to prove that the Black Cat Warrior is a habitual criminal."
After saying this, he looked at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, and sat there in silence.
He was waiting, waiting for Prince Jiang to speak first.
After a long time.
Prince Jiang finally raised his deep eyes, a dangerous light flashing in them that made people tremble uncontrollably:
"In the entire Liangjiang County, there are only a handful of warriors who possess the Xuanzhensi spiritual weapon."
"The spiritual weapon is a short sword, there is not a single one."
Having said that, he looked up at the rice paper on the table.
There was a green dagger drawn on the paper. The owner of the dagger was a mysterious man wearing a black hood.
This was drawn based on eyewitness accounts.
"The prince needs to send someone with this painting to the Xuanzhen Division to inquire about it."
The old man shook his head slowly, his eyes deep.
When he mentioned the three words "Xuanzhensi", he was slightly distracted for a moment:
"The Xuanzhen Division has a reserve number of all standard spiritual weapons. They should be able to be found."
When Prince Jiang heard this, he seemed to be lost in thought, his fingertips tapping the table to his right in a rhythmic manner.
"Da, da, da..."
The sound is very rhythmic.
After a moment, Prince Jiang raised his head, revealing his slightly rough face, and his voice became fierce:
"Oh, then go and ask! I want to see who is so bold."
Between the words, a strong murderous intent emerged.
The entire main hall fell into a deathly silence.
The insects dare not sing, and the birds dare not call.
The old man was silent for a while and did not respond.
However, Prince Jiang clearly had no intention of letting him go. Instead, he slowly fixed his gaze on him:
"Mr. Qi, I heard that the Xuanzhen Division in the capital has a formation called "Asking the Sky," which can be deduced based on a person's appearance and other information. I wonder..."
He was only halfway through the conversation, but the meaning was already clear.
The old man was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then he smiled bitterly:
"This method will shorten your lifespan... and my cultivation is not deep enough to deduce it."
Prince Jiang didn't even blink, but continued to stare at him with his eyes slightly narrowed.
For a moment, the main hall was filled with a strange atmosphere.
The old man sighed slightly in his heart, then forced a smile, slowly stood up, and bowed to King Jiang:
"However, Your Majesty is heartbroken, and I understand. How dare I disobey your orders?"
"Good!" Prince Jiang smiled happily, clapped his hands and sighed:
"Meeting Mr. Qi is like a fish in water!"
…
Soon, the main hall of the palace was filled with various materials.
Prince Jiang expelled all the servants, stood beside the old man with one hand behind his back, and looked at everything quietly.
Mr. Qi had a solemn expression on his face, holding a black and purple compass in his hand.
Looking at the extremely complex patterns drawn in blood on the ground.
"Heaven follows the earth, earth follows heaven; with the golden fleece, one can obtain a thread of knowledge."
The old man muttered something, then suddenly opened his eyes, and the compass in his hand suddenly began to turn.
After a while, a slight wave rose and fell towards the lines on the ground.
"Buzz~"
As the sound rang out, the mysterious patterns on the ground, surrounded by several stones, flashed a barely perceptible light.
The old man immediately closed his eyes again.
Perhaps some images flashed through his mind.
Maybe some words.
Outsiders don't know.
Prince Jiang only saw that when the old man opened his eyes again, a trace of blood was already oozing from the corner of his mouth.
"Your Majesty, I have already fully grasped the identity of the Black Cat Warrior."
(End of this chapter)
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