That year, that cicada, that sword

Chapter 308 Hou Jiangui's female surname Wanyan

It took Xu Beiyou a year to change from "that young man" to "Mr. Xu". During this year, Xu Beiyou almost experienced earth-shaking changes. A high-ranking person, he has experienced life and death again and again, and he transformed what he learned from his master and husband into his own.

With Han Xuan's entry into the cabinet again, Xu Beiyou logically became Mr. Xu, famous in Jiangdu.

But no matter how famous Mr. Xu is, he is only half an insider after all.

Now he wants to seek the identity of an insider.

When the old man saw Xu Beiyou, Xu Beiyou also felt the old man's gaze, so he stopped his steps to turn around and leave, and looked at the old man from afar through the heavy rain and the rolling sea.

He didn't protest, nor did he dodge. He just glanced calmly and then looked away. Surrounded by many swordsmen of the Sword Qi Lingkong Hall, he turned and left.

The woman followed the old man's line of sight, only to see heavy rain, and asked involuntarily, "Grandpa Long, what's wrong?"

The old man said softly: "Someone was looking at this side from the opposite mountain just now, but it has receded now."

The woman asked casually, "Grandpa Long, can you recognize Li Genjiao?"

The old man's face was a bit dignified, and he said in a deep voice: "It should be the person from the Sword Qi Lingkong Hall. The leader is not very old, and it is likely to be that Mr. Xu."

The extremely honorable woman in Houjian smiled, noncommittal.

Whether Mr. Xu or the young master of the Sword Sect, it is not too important to her. There are only two people who can really scare her, one is her uncle Wanyan Beiyue, and the other is her master Murong Xuanyin.

She turned around and walked back to the cabin, and said: "When I enter Jiangdu, I will go to see my aunt first. As for Mr. Xu, Grandpa Long will go and see you."

The old man surnamed Long is naturally not an ordinary domestic servant and old slave. It is not only Murong Xuanyin who is the leader of the Xuanjiao and a group of Yingying and Yanyan. None of them were women. It wasn't until Murong Xuanyin came to power that the number of Xuanjiao women increased sharply, so that many people thought Xuanjiao was a female sect.

In Xuanjiao in the era of Murong Xuanyin, the five elders were abolished, and two deputy masters and twelve hall masters were added. One of the two deputy masters was one of the previous five elders, and the other was Murong Xuanyin's The personal disciple is the master of this woman from the Wanyan family, and she is also the next Xuanjiao leader. Among the twelve hall masters, ten hall masters are women, and there are only two male hall masters. The old man surnamed Long is one of them.

The old man nodded as a response.

In the early morning of the second day, the rain turned light, and at noon, the rain stopped and the clouds dispersed.

There are still a few clouds in the sky, but looking soft, they are far less imposing than yesterday's black clouds overwhelming the city, like cotton candy that children love to eat. The sun shines through the gaps between the clouds and falls on the ground There are closely connected gold spots printed on it, like the light and shadow between the leaves, or like the shiny fish scales, rendering the good time after the rain into a piece of gold.

The childlike Li Qinglian stepped on the golden spots on the ground and walked in front with her hands behind her back, looking old-fashioned.

Xu Beiyou and Wu Yu walked behind side by side. Wu Yu secretly glanced at this senior brother who was actually younger than himself, and saw that his brows were slightly frowned, as if he had something on his mind.

In all fairness, Xu Beiyou is not a person who can easily show his emotions on his face, but everything has a limit, and everyone has a line in their hearts. Once this line is exceeded, it means that things are beyond control, just like The current Xu Beiyou, when one can see his inner emotions from his face, then he is afraid that what is in his heart is no longer up to him to decide.

Wu Yu also knows some of Mr. Xu's name now. What could make this very popular Mr. Xu so worried?

Is it possible that the sky is falling?

Wu Yu suddenly thought of a sentence and couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.

The sky fell, and there was a tall man on top.

Presumably this brother is the tall man.

Xu Beiyou withdrew his thoughts, just in time to see the scene of the beauty shaking her head and chuckling, her mood changed a bit, and she asked with a smile, "Why are you laughing, Junior Sister?"

Wu Yu didn't answer directly, but asked instead: "Why did senior brother frown just now?"

Xu Beiyou was slightly taken aback, and wrote lightly: "It rained heavily last night, a ship almost sank, and some cargo was lost, it's not a big deal."

Wu Yu let out an oh, clicked to stop, and did not continue to delve into it.

Both of them are people with clear minds, and they both know the "speed" that no one can see.

Although the two are already senior brothers and sisters, they are far from the point where they have to dig their hearts out.

The group of three continued to go to the Houfu of the Zhang Mansion.

For the past few days, Zhang Xueyao lived in Zhang's residence in Fuguifang, so Xu Beiyou would come here every day, half to greet her, and half to discuss matters.

Today Xu Beiyou came over as usual, and happened to meet Li Qinglian and Wu Yu who had just returned home, so the three of them went together to greet Zhang Xueyao.

Naturally, the Zhang Mansion is not comparable to the East Lake Courtyard that has been carefully managed by Zhang Xueyao for a long time. There are not so many mysteries, and there is no such good place as the Liuli Pavilion. The three of them came to a warm pavilion, which was Zhang Xueyao's temporary residence.

The dignity of a teacher is still the same among monks of the Zongmen. The vast majority of monks never marry or never marry for life. There are only a few who can marry husband and wife like Qiu Ye or Gongsun Zhongmou. If you don't marry, you will have no heirs. Therefore, for monks, direct disciples are almost the same as their own children. Deceiving teachers and destroying ancestors is actually the number one taboo in the practice world, and everyone who commits crimes will be punished.

Although Xu Beiyou and Zhang Xueyao had many disagreements, they couldn't fault the etiquette. In other words, Xu Beiyou and Zhang Xueyao were just a "gentlemen's dispute", and they discussed the matter as it was and never involved anything else.

After entering the Nuan Pavilion, Zhang Xueyao still poured a cup of tea for everyone according to the old rules, and it was [-]% full.

Xu Beiyou clasped his five fingers together to hold the teacup, hesitant to speak.

Zhang Xueyao picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said, "They are not outsiders, so just speak up if you have anything to say, and they should know about some things."

The "they" here naturally refer to Li Qinglian and Wu Yu.

After Xu Beiyou hesitated for a while, he nodded and said, "The lion on the side of the Buddhist gate opened his mouth, asking for a total of 220 million taels of silver, of which 20 taels will be handed over to the Dragon King alone, and I have already paid for it. The remaining 200 million taels will be divided among us within a year. Delivered in batches to Linggu Temple."

Zhang Xueyao looked down at the slightly rippling tea in the teacup, "Buddhas really have a lot of appetite, but it's also reasonable. You said they wanted to reproduce the grand occasion of the 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties, and building temples without money is absolutely impossible. Two million taels of silver seems like a lot, but in the final analysis, it’s just a matter of a few Buddhist temples.”

200 million taels of silver, even Wu Yu and Li Qinglian, two ladies who have never lacked wealth since childhood, were shocked.

After Emperor Zulong unified the world, he ordered to unify the measurement of the whole country, so he wrote down the four characters of "Tianxia Fair".

From this, today's 24 baht is one tael, 16 taels is a catty, thirty catties is a jun, and four jun is a stone.

Two million taels is 200 jin, or about four thousand jun.

As the saying goes, Tao is as important as a thousand weights, but this amount of money is more than a thousand weights!

Xu Beiyou was a little uncertain about Zhang Xueyao's mind for a while, and asked softly, "Then shall we give this money or not?"

"Naturally." Zhang Xueyao took a sip of tea, sat gracefully on a red sandalwood chair, like a proud phoenix perched on a sycamore branch, and said indifferently: "Since we have agreed to join hands with them, then we have to take out Sincerely, if you don’t have enough money, I can borrow some for you.”

"There is still a gap of about one million taels of silver." Xu Beiyou frowned.

"I'll let Zhang Ping arrange the money matter." Zhang Xueyao said.

Xu Beiyou nodded, holding the celadon tea cup between his thumb and forefinger, turning it left and right, watching the tea in the cup rippling and steam rising.

It is true that Jian Zong was overthrown, but Jian Zong was also very rich. He couldn't kill people by himself, but he could spend money to buy murderers to kill people.

220 million taels of silver to hire a murderer is probably the highest price in the world.

(End of this chapter)