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Chapter 254 Invite the boss to come out of the mountain (4000 words, two in one chapter)

Zhao Xun really understands Wang.

People's hearts are tightly controlled by him.

The eunuch Yuan couldn't bear the two golden beans given by Zhao Xun, so he confided the truth to him.

Zhao Xun was really surprised when he heard this.

He did not expect that the real boss who decided to investigate the assassination of King Yan was not Emperor Xianlong but Zheng Jie.

This old cunt is more than...

Zhao Xun didn't have much affection for Zheng Jie in the first place, let alone now.

Sure enough, there are not many good things for old eunuchs who know martial arts.

Zhao Xun read many martial arts novels in his previous life.

Generally, such old eunuchs end up being villains.

And it's the type that is so insidious and cunning that people can't wait to eat their bones.

Zhao Xun thought Zheng Jie would be different.

The reason is that this guy is also a super cultivator.

But the facts have proved that virtue has nothing to do with the level of cultivation.

The old Yinbi is the old Yinbi.

This guy didn't make a move himself, he knew to be behind his back.

It's not that Zhao Xun is unwilling to contribute to the case, but the feeling of being used as a gunman really makes him feel very uncomfortable.

It seems that he has to be more careful with this fellow in the future.

Closer to home, although Zhao Xun was very unhappy, since he accepted the order, he still had to work hard to handle the case.

With his current strength, it is not enough to fight against Emperor Xianlong against the entire imperial court.

When his wings are full, it will be the time to settle with Emperor Xianlong.

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Naturally, Zhao Xun couldn't handle the case on his own.

All fools know that the person who can assassinate the King of Yan in full view is a top-notch martial artist.

Zhao Xun is only a sixth rank now, although he can protect himself in a short time.But if he really met the assassin on a narrow road, and the other party wanted to get rid of Zhao Xun and then hurry up, then Zhao Xun had almost no chance of surviving.

Although Zhao Xun believed that he was the son of luck, he didn't intend to make fun of his wealth and life.

So he is looking for foreign aid.

Academy is undoubtedly the best choice.

Needless to say, the head of the mountain, his brothers and sisters are also reliable.

As he said before, everyone in the academy is talented and they speak nicely. He really likes being there.

But the problem is that Chang'an City is now under martial law, neither entering nor exiting is allowed.

In this case, Zhao Xun forcibly went to the brothers and sisters in the academy for help. If the censor finds out, the consequences will be serious.

These guys just stare at others without doing their business. They are typical double-standard monsters.

They have no problem doing anything, but if others have a little problem, they will stare at infinite magnification.

So unless it was absolutely necessary, Zhao Xun didn't want the Academy to intervene.

As for the Daomen...

The first thing Zhao Xun thought of was Yuan Tiangang.

But this old magic stick likes to do some closed-door practice at every turn, and the dragon never sees the end.

Zhao Xun also depends on luck if he wants to find him.

So the best choice is Qinglian Daoist Wu Quanyi.

I have to say that my teacher Wu Quanyi is really a model worker.

Hard work, on call, no complaints...

Sometimes Zhao Xun would feel a little embarrassed.

But Zhao Xun really couldn't think of a more suitable candidate other than Taoist Qinglian in a short period of time.

After thinking about it, it seems that the only way to let the teacher work hard again.

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Zhao Xun rode his horse and arrived at Leyouyuan in less than a stick of incense.

Today's Leyouyuan has long lost the leisurely feeling of climbing high and enjoying the scenery on weekdays. Because of the martial law, there are almost no tourists.

Zhao Xun patted his horse and rushed to Qinglian Temple, then got off his horse and knocked on the door.

"anyone there?"

After about ten breaths of time, a little Taoist priest pushed the door and came out.

Seeing that it was Zhao Xun, he laughed in harmony: "It's Mr. Zhao Xiaolang. Are you looking for Daoist Qinglian?"

"That's right, is the mentor in the audience?"

"Unfortunately, the Taoist priest went to Dongshi in the afternoon."

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Zhao Xun rushed to nothing, naturally he was not in a good mood.

But since he decided to ask Wu Quanyi for help, he naturally had no reason to give up halfway.

"Where is the mentor in Dongshi?"

"I heard that in Jixianju, the Taoist priest likes the shochu and sauced meat the most."

"Thank you."

Zhao Xun clasped his fists together, then turned around and got on his horse without any hesitation.

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Traveling to Jixianju in the East Market, Zhao Xun found that the East and West cities still retain the last bustle of Chang'an City.

Zhao Xun rushed in, followed the practitioner's breath and went straight up to the second floor.

Although he was not sure that this aura was emitted by his mentor, Zhao Xun felt that it was almost inseparable.

After all, apart from the mentor, there shouldn't be any practitioners who have nothing to do to come to the restaurant to drink and eat sauced meat, right?

Sure enough, Zhao Xun came to a private room facing the street and saw his mentor who was drinking alone.

"Master, I didn't expect you to have this habit."

Zhao Xun smiled wryly.

"Haha, boy, why are you here?"

Seeing that Zhao Xun was in a good mood, Qinglian Daoist Wu Quanyi put down his wine glass and called Zhao Xun to sit beside him.

Zhao Xun smiled lightly and said, "Teacher, isn't this disciple missing you? Could it be that disciple can't come to see you if there is nothing important to do?"

Wu Quanyi was very clear about the character of his apprentice. He rolled his eyes and said, "So you came here directly from Qinglian Temple just to say hello and hello to the teacher?"

"Uh, of course there is one thing that needs to be instructed by my mentor."

Zhao Xun spread his hands and said with a smile: "Actually, it's not a big deal, but King Yan was assassinated, and His Majesty ordered me to arrest the real murderer. I thought it would not be easy for me to find the murderer, so I wanted to ask you to give me some advice." fan."

Qinglian Daoist Wu Quanyi, who was drinking himself, spit it out in one gulp.

"What? What did you say? King Yan was assassinated? Is this a trivial matter?"

"Uh, Tu'er feels that the matter has come to an end, and if troubles are nothing more than troubles, it's better to devote limited energy to investigating the case."

"You boy, the old man is really convinced."

Daoist Qinglian shook her head with a wry smile, then said in a deep voice, "Finally, what do you want me to do."

Zhao Xun knew that his mentor would not let him down, so he smiled lightly: "It would be best if my mentor could find the whereabouts of this assassin."

"It's not difficult. A wild goose leaves a sound, but a human leaves a mark. Even a top cultivator will definitely leave obvious marks after an assassination."

Wu Quanyi paused, and then continued: "So we only need to conduct some investigations based on this clue, and we will be able to find his trace soon."

good guy...

Zhao Xun thought to himself, do I not know what to do?I don't have the ability.

"Teacher, you just need to investigate, the disciple is willing to help you."

Qinglian Daoist Wu Quanyi rolled his eyes and said, "It sounds like I'm begging you for my teacher."

"Where, where...you think too much."

"That's all. You have asked me so much, how can I ignore it as a teacher. This matter is covered by the teacher. But the teacher said a word earlier, after that, you have to wrap the good wine and sauced meat for me. That's enough to keep going!"

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Of course Zhao Xun would not have any hesitation at such a time, but he agreed without hesitation.

For him, now is the best opportunity.

If he can get the help of his mentor Qinglian Daoist Wu Quanyi, then the matter of tracking down the assassin can be said to be easy.

After all, the mentor is a second-rank practitioner from a Taoist sect, and his talent in tracing is full.

"So, teacher, where do we start to investigate now?"

Zhao Xun knows the importance of striking while the iron is hot.

Not long after Yan Wang Li Yan was assassinated, and Chang'an City is under martial law, the assassin will definitely not escape from Chang'an City in a short time.

In other words, the assassin is now hiding in a certain corner of Chang'an City.

They are now equivalent to catching a turtle in a urn.

The probability of catching the assassin is simply not too high.

But also as time goes by, the possibility of the assassin escaping will also increase.

So now is the prime time to catch the assassin, and there is no delay.

"Well, that's simple. Didn't this person sneak into Yan Wang's residence as a dancer and singer? Let's start from here."

Qinglian Daoist Wu Quanyi's thinking was very clear, and he grasped the crux of the problem in an instant.

"Well, what you mean is that the most important thing for us now is to check the singers and singers in Chang'an City. This is simple, just file directly with the Jiaofang Division."

Zhao Xun believes that with the status of King Yan, it is unlikely to find a black singer directly from the black market.

They have a lot of power, and they must be prostitutes for nothing. The best way is to select people from the Jiaofang Secretary who is directly under the imperial court.

Compared with private singers, the quality of official singers is also much higher.

After all, most of these are the daughters of criminal officials, and their appearance and demeanor have not escaped.

And those divas in Goulan, a private brothel, will look like a mixed bag.

Some of the singers here are indeed well-trained. They have received a good education since they were young, and they are proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

But some are very ordinary, being sold to brothels since they were young, and they have exhausted all their strength just to survive.

Zhao Xun doesn't really believe that these people can also meet the requirements of King Yan and his ilk.

"The old man will not interfere with the Jiaofang Division. This is your strong point."

Qinglian Daoist Wu Quanyi paused for a moment, and then said: "Other aspects, the old man can try to test the depth of the water in this pool."

Ok?
Why did Zhao Xun feel that his mentor had something to say?

Could it be that the mentor thinks that the assassin is probably not hiding in the Jiaofang Division, but in the ordinary private hooks?
That's all, everyone has their own judgment, and the teacher's way of expanding the possibility is nothing more than that.

"Okay, then it's settled."

Zhao Xun brought a group of bad people to the Jiaofang Division in a hurry, which really shocked the officials of the Jiaofang Division.

You must know that Zhao Xun is a character who is feared by everyone in Chang'an City, and who is generally worried by ghosts.

Bad people are enough to bluff people, let alone the best of bad people.

Zhao Xun gave people the impression that he acted vigorously and without mercy.

The officials of the Jiaofang Division were afraid that they had made some mistakes, so they asked cautiously: "I don't know what advice you can give me when Mr. Zhao comes here?"

Zhao Xun was not polite either, he waved his hand and said, "I am here because of the assassination of King Yan."

King Yan was assassinated?
Hearing this, the official of Jiaofang Division suddenly felt a thump in his heart.

King Yan was assassinated in King Yan's mansion, so what does it have to do with Jiaofang Secretary?

Did Zhao Xun hit the wrong person with this board?
"May I ask Mr. Zhao, what does this have to do with our Jiaofang Division?"

"Of course it does."

Zhao Xun said without hesitation.

"The assassin who assassinated King Yan used the identity of the singer and dancer, and the best singer and dancer in Chang'an City are not all under the management of your Jiaofang Division?"

The officials of the Jiaofang Division disagreed with Zhao Xun's remarks.He smiled wryly: "Master Zhao, what you said is right or wrong. If it were 30 years ago, the standard of singers and dancers in Jiaofang would naturally be the highest. But now, it's not what it used to be."

Zhao Xun saw that there was something in his words, so he said directly: "Don't hide your words, say what you have."

What does he hate the most when others say half-spoken words and leave it for people to guess riddles?

"As ordered."

Zhao Xun's words were still very deterrent, and the Jiaofang Division official had no choice but to tell the truth: "In the past 30 years, the Jingshi Jiaofang Division has been greatly impacted by other Goulan in Pingkangfang. The major Goulan rely on the Oiran Festival to cultivate Our own oiran also regularly competes, which is full of gimmicks."

The official of the Jiaofang Secretary took a mouthful of spit and continued to complain: "So, the guests are gradually willing to try new things and go to these hook bars to seek excitement. But our Jiaofang Secretary is not as fresh as these hook bars because they are immutable. loses its advantage.”

Zhao Xun listened carefully, and it seemed to make sense.

Although the Jiaofang Division has a strong background and the qualifications of singers and dancers are guaranteed, but because of the influence of the imperial court, it is impossible to conjure up too many tricks.

After all, the imperial court also needs to be decent.

But the other hook bars in Pingkang Square are different.

They don't have any worries in this regard, so they naturally try to attract customers by changing tricks.

The guests are used to the rigidity of Jiaofangsi, and when they are stimulated by these new things, they naturally rush to these new hook bars.

"You mean, this diva is probably not a member of the teaching workshop?"

"Returning to Mr. Zhao, the lower official just thinks there is such a possibility. But the lower official will only try his best to investigate."

"Very good, this is the singer's name and surname that I recorded from the investigation of Prince Yan's mansion. You should check it first."

Zhao Xun handed the recorded note to the officials of Jiaofang Division.

Anyway, it doesn't matter to him, the director of Jiaofang will check with him, and the teacher Qinglian Daoist Wu Quanyi from other directions will check.

With a two-pronged approach, there can be no omissions.

"Master Zhao, please wait a moment, I will handle it right away."

The Jiaofang official turned and left respectfully, then Zhao Xun lifted up his robe and sat down in the yamen.

He knew that the inquiry would take a long time, so he was not in a hurry and just waited quietly.

The Secretary of Jiaofang naturally served him with good tea, for fear that Zhao Xun would find trouble because of his dissatisfaction.

Their Jiaofang Secretary survives by thinking about people's hearts and serving them, and they have studied these dignitaries clearly.

Although Zhao Xun was born in a wealthy family, he has never been so comfortable as he is now.

From the top to bottom of Jiaofang, a seemingly ordinary movement is actually intentional.

If Zhao Xun has nothing to do, I really want to enjoy it here.

But now that he has something important to do, he doesn't dare to slack off at all.

After all, Emperor Xianlong is a dog emperor who is not a son of man, so if he puts the responsibility on Zhao Xun, he will not let him go easily.

If Zhao Xun couldn't give Emperor Xianlong a satisfactory answer, maybe this guy would be a monster.

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(End of this chapter)