Chapter 172 Yan Wu Reports
I don’t know whether the current emperor is willing. Wang Yao guessed the emperor’s thoughts in his heart, but then he shook his head. Is it his turn to decide this?
Although Wang Yao didn't know what those super powers and other sects were thinking, he felt that they would not abandon their homes and careers and go to Beijing. If something happened, it would be all over.
"Since the goal has been achieved, I will take my leave first and not disturb your reunion. My family is also waiting for me to celebrate the New Year." Yan Wu smiled charmingly and said goodbye. She really would not come here for no reason, otherwise why would she come here during the New Year.
However, as the Grand Master of the Martial Police Department, Yan Wu is also a high-ranking official of the Department. Even though she could not directly participate in the siege and killing of the Grand Master, it is impossible to say that she was completely unaware of the conspiracy planned by other Grand Masters later. Otherwise, she would not have been sent to recruit Wang Yao.
After seeing that Bian Jiu had no reluctance or disgust towards the court's move, Yan Wu was also very happy. After all, she didn't have to be caught between the court and Bian Jiu.
Yan Wu used her lightness skills to move in mysterious steps and arrived at the hill outside Kuanglang City.
The snowy scenery on the mountain was even more beautiful. The peaks were completely white, and from a distance, it looked like a snowy mountain. The dwarf pines on the mountain were covered with crystal snowflakes, and only under the leaves could you see some green. The bamboo leaves were also covered with snow, and the bamboo stems were covered with layers of frost.
The snow continued to fall, but with increasing gentleness. Not even the subtle rustling of a veil could be heard. Like falling sand, it simply fell silently. The snow piled thicker on the ground, deep with one foot, shallow with another. It felt soft and firm underfoot. The footprints left behind were a mixture of light and dark, the edges of the shadows studded with tiny golden glints like broken diamonds.
The branches of the trees were covered with snow, like beautiful diamonds, swaying in the wind. The ground and the roofs were all white, and the sky and the earth became a crystal world.
Yan Wu was also very happy. The beautiful snow scene was also a welcome for his success.
In a dense forest, Yan Wu opened a secret passage. This unknown place outside Kuanglang City had been transformed into a Wubusi stronghold at some point in time. Judging from the traces of the surrounding buildings, it was still very new.
It is not known whether it was after Bian Jiu was promoted to Grandmaster or Grandmaster that the Wubu Division set up a base specifically to monitor Bian Jiu or the Kuanglang Gang.
At this time, there was no one else in the secret stronghold except a middle-aged master wearing a conical hat. His clothes were very simple, and one could not tell that he was a master when he walked outside.
"Yan Wu has returned on orders and would like to meet the Great Constable." However, when Yan Wu saw this person, she immediately bowed and saluted. The person in front of her turned out to be the Great Constable who had been in seclusion in the Martial Police Department, and the well-deserved number one fighter under the Grand Master.
"How is it? Is it done? What is Bian Jiu's attitude?" The great detective turned around and asked lightly.
Although Wang Yao's journey was very secretive, as soon as he arrived in Kuanglang City, someone sent the news to the great detective of the Wubu Division. This shows how tight the control in this area is.
"Bian Jiu has agreed. He will set off for the capital after the end of the year to accept the title of saint from His Majesty and rule the Wu Dynasty forever." Yan Wu also had a happy look on her face, as if she had unloaded a heavy burden.
"Well done. It seems Bian Jiu has given you some face." The chief detective also breathed a sigh of relief and highly praised Yan Wu's work ability.
Then the Great Constable murmured, "The Dragon Raising its Head and Conferring the Saint Ceremony is extremely important. Our Wu Police Division must do our utmost to oversee this matter. If the conferring of the Saint goes smoothly, the Wu Dynasty will surely prosper again, and we will have made great contributions to the court, making this trip well worthwhile."
This usually serious detective actually had a blush on his face, and was obviously extremely excited.
"I recall the time when the late emperor toured northern Taiwan, with thousands of chariots and horses entering Xianyang. The proud sons of Yinshan, riding their blood-fighting horses, drove the Donghu barbarians into hiding. It's no surprise that Yecheng was rebellious. The children in Guanzhong were breaking the law, and Empress Zhang was unhappy with the emperor's busy schedule. Even now, the emperor is still trying to put an end to the chaos, toiling away and worrying about repairing the four corners of the country. I, the former attendant, was honored to lead the troops to rectify the situation.
To retain warriors to guard Weiyang, Qi and Yong were sent to defend against the Western Qiang. The Quanrong came straight to sit in the Imperial Forest, and all officials followed the Heavenly King barefoot. I wish to meet Fu Jiezi of the Northland, an old scholar who does not need a minister. Recalling the heyday of the Kaiyuan era, even small towns housed tens of thousands of households. Rice was fat and corn was white, and both public and private granaries were full. The roads of the Nine Provinces are free of wolves and tigers, and long journeys do not require an auspicious sunrise.
Qi silk and Lu linen are woven in procession, men till the fields and women mulberry trees without missing a beat. In the palace, the sage plays the Cloud Gate music, and friends from all over the world are close. For over a hundred years, there has been no disaster, as Shusun's rituals and music and Xiao He's laws are known. Have you ever heard that a piece of silk costs ten thousand coins, yet those who plant crops now shed blood? The palaces in Luoyang have been completely burned, and the ancestral temples have been cleared of foxes, rabbits, and snowflakes. I am heartbroken and cannot bear to ask the elders, fearing that they will be among the first to leave in the chaos. I, a humble official, am dull and incompetent, yet I am honored by the court for my recognition and promotion. Zhou Xuan, the revivalist, looked to our emperor, who shed blood on the Yangtze and Han rivers, while his body is weakened and sick.
Yan Wu was also overwhelmed with emotion. She couldn't help but think of the situation after the court's revival and was extremely excited.
But before he could indulge in his longing for a prosperous age for long, he heard the cold voice of the Great Constable: "So for this goal, anyone who stands in our way is our enemy, a roadblock in our way."
The Great Constable thought about what had happened to the Grand Masters after receiving the notices, then continued, "So far, the notices have all been delivered. Zhai Xinghe, number one on the Heavenly Ranking, refuses to submit to the king's rule, and we can't find him for now. We'll leave him alone for now. Shentu Hege's notice has already been received. As for his innocence, do you think we can't find out which superpower he came from?"
"Since Bian Jiu and Yuan Hongwei have both agreed, the only one left is Bai Xiaosheng's Wind Talker. According to our secret informants, Wind Talker has been acting differently lately, as if he's a completely different person. Perhaps a hidden Grandmaster has struck a deal with Wind Talker, disguising himself as Wind Talker. Or perhaps Bai Xiaosheng is hiding a second Grandmaster, attacking everywhere to attract attention while the real Wind Talker goes into hiding. In any case, this operation will target Wind Talker."
The imperial court wants to establish the tone that it has the final say. All the major forces in the martial arts world are in danger. There are hidden grand masters who secretly reach an agreement with the Wind Whisperers and work together. It is also very likely that no one can tell which force is behind these hidden grand masters.
Because although many forces do not have grand masters on the surface, they have been able to pass down masters for thousands of years. This is a problem, because only grand masters have such means.
These grand masters either lack martial arts power or are devoted to cultivating themselves to achieve immortality, so they do not help their own sects to become super powers, but they can still maintain the Taoist tradition behind the scenes.
Of course, the Great Constable here might not have thought about the possibility that Wind Whisperer was dead. After all, it would not be easy for a Heavenly Ranking master to die without anyone surrounding him. He couldn't even think about killing a Grand Master in a one-on-one duel.
Take the Demon Lord and the Swordsman who died recently, for example. They both died because of siege, but one was killed on the spot, and the other was dragged into the water before his death, was seriously injured, and died in meditation.
"Please rest assured, Great Detective. From now on, I will keep a close eye on Bai Xiaosheng, find out the location of the Wind Whisperer, and keep an eye on his every move." Yan Wu was already dissatisfied with Bai Xiaosheng's tyrannical behavior in the past period of time, so she volunteered to defend the righteous path.
"No need. You just stay in this stronghold and keep an eye on Kuanglang City for the time being. Although Bian Jiu has just made a breakthrough, he is extremely talented. He is a peerless genius who can be the ancestor of Chengzong. Maybe he can surpass Wu Zu in the future. At worst, he can reach the level of Feng Yuzhe now. The top two on the Heavenly Ranking is just a piece of cake for him." The Great Constable did not agree to Yan Wu's initiative, but instead asked Yan Wu to keep an eye on Kuanglang City.
"Also, although Bian Jiu has always been close to the court, he has not joined us after all. So you should wait until the end of the year and when he sets off for the capital, immediately capture Zhang Yun, Wen Bingdie, Ke Yan and other key figures, and use them as threats to force Bian Jiu to surrender!" The great detective only revealed the truth at this time, and his true intentions were exposed. He had no good intentions towards Bian Jiu and the Kuanglang Gang.
He was originally dissatisfied with this guy who once took the first place on his local list, and now he was even riding on his head. How could he tolerate this? Of course, he also had a sense of justice here.
"Ah? Great Constable, did you say it wrong, or did I hear it wrong? Why do you treat them like this?" Yan Wu couldn't believe that such a vicious plan came from the Great Constable.
"This is for the court! For the revival of the court, we have to do this. Only by letting Bian Jiu use all his strength to fight against Wuzui and others can we reduce the danger of our grandmaster being dragged into the water." The great detective spoke righteously, as if he had no selfish motives at all. In fact, his plan was perfect. Only in this way could the probability of the grandmaster's death be reduced.
Didn’t you see the two-on-one situation before, and the Demon Lord’s counterattack before death, where one of them was taken off the water? You can make the Grand Master lose, but if you want to kill them, you will definitely pay a price.
At this time, in the headquarters of the Kuanglang Gang, Wang Yao, who was originally sipping Green Ant Wine, suddenly stood up and walked out.
He was not shooting without purpose. Suddenly, the sound of fluttering underwear was heard in the courtyard covered with snow.
A figure suddenly appeared behind a rockery in the courtyard. The figure did not hide and deliberately let people know that she was there.
"Yan Wu, is that you?" Wang Yao sighed, as if he knew something.
"Just stand there and don't come over. I'll just talk to you like this. I have something to tell you." Yan Wu's voice was choked. She didn't know why she didn't want to meet Wang Yao.
After Wang Yao agreed to stay put, she used her spiritual sense to observe if there was anyone around. Then, with a complicated thought in her heart, she said, "You can't go to the imperial court's Dragon Raising Ceremony on February 2nd. The imperial court is determined to eliminate the remaining Grandmasters. If you go, they will definitely make you deal with Wind Whisperer, and you won't be able to defeat him!"
Hearing Yan Wu's words of objection, Wang Yao felt a little emotional, and looked at Yan Wu hiding behind the shadow of the rockery with complicated eyes.
Grandmasters generally do not become hostile to one another, because once a life-and-death feud is formed, there will inevitably be casualties.
If the Wind Whisperer was not actually played by him, and there really was a Wind Whisperer, and as an extra-staff member, he would not go and fight to the death, would he let the old guy or the newly joined Yuan Hongwei from the True Yuan Prison go?
"Oh, why? I really don't want to be an enemy of the court. I just want to pursue the pinnacle of martial arts and see the highest scenery. Why do you force me?" Wang Yao felt a little uncomfortable. Couldn't he just recruit him peacefully? Why did he have to force him?
"The pinnacle of martial arts? Nothing else?" Yan Wu murmured in the shadows. Her voice became more and more hoarse, and she was almost unable to speak. It seemed that something had happened to her.
This is what Wang Yao really thinks. What can he, a time traveler, do? He also feels that being an emperor is meaningless, as it is all illusory glory and wealth. Wouldn't it be better for him to return to the Tianyuan world and practice to become an immortal?
As long as your court gives him the origin points and shows him more basic martial arts secrets, he will really agree, but now.
You insist on forcing him to be a pawn, and want the horse to run but not let it eat grass. There is no such good thing in the world.
Is it because you are the one sitting on the throne of the emperor, high and mighty, all the land under heaven belongs to you, and all the people in the world are your subjects? For the first time, Wang Yao felt that this sentence was funny.
Even the Grand Master is your subject. Are you overthinking it? He is cooperating with you to make you happy. Now you don't want this little face, so you can't blame him.
Originally, it was just a business of opening the armory. Before leaving, it would be possible to help the court take away an enemy and die together.
But now he suddenly realized that this world was so real. The imperial power, the knights, the martial arts world, the common people, the soldiers... they all had their own desires and things they wanted to protect.
For example, Yan Wu, the person she wants to protect now is Bian Jiu.
Wang Yao stepped forward: "Are you injured? Let me see..."
"Zizi~" A strange sound came from the shadows, forcing Wang Yao to take two steps forward.
"Don't come over, no. I am from the court and I am a traitor today, but you shouldn't go and die. You can't!" Yan Wu was very emotional and didn't want Wang Yao to come over and see her current appearance, but she was too weak.
"Let me treat your injuries. You are in a very difficult situation now." Wang Yao sighed.
"Wuwu, why can't you let me die like this? Why do you have to see me like this?" Yan Wu's voice gradually became tearful, and she was on the verge of collapse.
"Alas, I am a grandmaster, you little fool, is there anything that can be hidden from my eyes?" Wang Yao sighed even more, she didn't know why things turned out like this.
There is no need to treat him like this. What else can he do with such efforts? Even if he really goes to the capital, Wang Yao will not be affected and the Wind Whisperer will not appear. There is no danger anywhere, but Yan Wu doesn't know.
She is now half-alienated. Her originally pretty and heroic face has become a parasitic place for a tumor, with tentacles sprouting from it. This is the backlash of the court's countermeasures.
Since the court dares to use you, how could it not have a backup plan? There is a hidden trick in the skills practiced by the patrol detectives of the Wubu Division. As long as you dare to betray, this hidden trick can be triggered.
"I want to die, let me die..." Yan Wu's voice became weaker and weaker, and her mind was no longer clear. This was a sign of complete alienation.
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