Fu Shifeng

Chapter 171
Afu sat alone on the terrace on the second floor of the restaurant, leaning on the railing and looking into the distance, looking at the hazy drizzle pattering outside the eaves, feeling bored and sighing silently.

"It's rare to see Mr. Zhang acting like this."

Yan Fengjun, who was dressed in a scholar's blue shirt, came up the stairs without getting wet at all. He saw the dishes on the table in front of Afu were messy, and he smiled lightly and said: "It's hard to drink when you don't have enough wine, why don't I come and have a drink with Zhang Jun?" "

Afu glanced back, not even in the mood to wave her hand in agreement. Yan Fengjun went downstairs to give a few instructions. After a while, a waiter brought wine bottles, glasses and some side dishes.

After Yan Fengjun sat down, he took the initiative to pour wine for A Fu, took a sip himself, and showed an expression of approval: "This Zhongshan pine mash is really good. If you can pick a few lotus pods and peel the lotus seeds to drink with the wine, it will be more delicious... I vaguely remember this Is it the custom of enjoying the cool air on summer nights in the south of the Yangtze River?"

"Yes." Afu responded weakly.

"Jiangnan is great. It has the charm of the Six Dynasties, beautiful landscapes, and many immortal caves and houses." Yan Fengjun said with emotion: "If you can have more than ten hectares of paddy field manor, build a separate property in the mountains and fields, and live in peace and quiet, who would be willing to scheming and scheming all day long? Risking a fight?"

Afu frowned, raised her eyes and looked at the opposite side: "Are you here to ask for guilt?"

Yan Fengjun put down his cup: "It's too early to say this. I already have a general understanding of the current situation, but there are still many key details that have not yet been clarified, so I came here to find out more about Shang Zhangjun."

After a fierce battle at Yongning Temple, Cheng Sanwu was seriously injured.Although fate would give him Xuan Mizhu to save his life, nearly a month has passed and he is still unconscious.

The previous chaos caused by the scorch borer suddenly subsided in recent days, and the whereabouts of the Pure Light Goddess could not be found.

As for the mysterious "Chu Fisherman", after the battle at Yongning Temple, he quietly disappeared while everyone was cleaning up the chaos.

It can be said that the mission led by Afu, whether it was to kill the Pure Light Goddess or her selfish attempt to find the mastermind behind the scenes, was unsuccessful.

What's more, this time the situation became more and more serious. The governor of Dingzhou was killed and Yongning Temple was razed to the ground. When the news reached Chang'an, the saint was furious and ordered a thorough investigation.This is obviously contrary to Eunuch Feng's original arrangement of asking for a low-key solution.

In addition, after Qiang Yujun recovered, he immediately sent a letter to Chang'an, in which he had derogatory remarks about Avdo, saying that it was her improper arrangements that allowed Pure Light Goddess to escape.

Eunuch Feng and Yan Fengjun naturally cannot turn a blind eye to this. The Ministry of Internal Affairs has always been difficult to tolerate incompetent people, and Afu will definitely be held accountable.

"This matter is far more complicated than initially expected." Afu defended: "The Pure Light Goddess is just a puppet in front of the stage, and there are still masters' conspiracy behind the scenes. You must have learned from Master Li that anxiety can make people crazy. Is there an epidemic of borers?"

Yan Fengjun said seriously: "I did hear that, but I think things are calm here in Dingzhou and I don't see anyone making trouble."

"Who knows what the intentions of the mastermind behind the scenes are?" Afu supported her forehead with her hands, unable to hide her fatigue.

"I heard that there was a fierce battle at Yongning Temple? The entire temple was destroyed by the earthquake, and the monks suffered heavy casualties." Yan Fengjun asked.

"The whole thing is in chaos, and I have only been able to find out some clues recently." Afu took out the file from the side, along with a few pictures of people's faces, and handed it to Yan Fengjun for review: "First, there is the Wuluohu and Damenyi, this matter It involves Bohai County, but there is something fishy in it."

Yan Fengjun flipped through the figures of human figures in his hand, and they were all painted by Afu himself, with delicate brushstrokes. Rather than pursuing realistic and simulated painting techniques, Afu's paintings were more similar to the images of ladies that emerged in the Southern Dynasties, emphasizing agility and expressiveness.

When he saw Chu Yufu's slightly poor appearance, Yan Fengjun looked suspicious, and Afu said: "This is the man who rescued Da Yi in the hands of Wu Luohu, and then went to Yongning Temple to stay. He disappeared that night. It reappeared the next day after an earthquake and landslide.”

"What do you think of Shang Zhangjun?" Yan Fengjun asked.

"I'm not sure. This person seems to have a scheming mind, but his intentions are hard to tell," Afu said.

"Where is Damenyi now?" Yan Fengjun asked again.

"I've sent people to take care of the posthouse in the city."

Yan Fengjun nodded slightly: "I will take him to Luoyang later to meet the saint."

Afu asked: "The saint has already set off on an eastward tour?"

"We won't leave until next month." Yan Fengjun then took out the picture of Liu Xuantong and said, "Is this the walking corpse mentioned in Shang Zhangjun's previous secret report?"

"Yes, the body has been chopped into pieces by Cheng Sanwu, and the head has been sealed. You can take it away with him." Afu showed an impatient look: "Such a powerful person is definitely not an unknown person. I doubt him. It is also a means arranged in advance by the mastermind behind the scenes."

"I know this person's identity." Yan Fengjun saw that Afu's eyes became sharp and did not hide it: "His name is Liu Xuantong. He launched a rebellion in Hebei in the early years of the founding of the People's Republic of China. He killed many heroes and generals. It was only through Taizu's personal conquest that he was able to eliminate this powerful enemy. .”

"It's actually this person?" Afu was shocked when she heard this. When Liu Xuantong was active, she was still sleeping in the ancient tomb to recuperate. Naturally, she had never seen him, but she had heard of his reputation.

"I didn't expect him to appear in Yongning Temple. This is unusual." Yan Fengjun looked solemn.

Af added: "I later sent people to excavate the ruins and found a tomb underground in Yongning Temple with a sarcophagus, which should be used to place the corpse."

"How to raise a corpse?" Yan Fengjun put forward his guess.

"Perhaps so, but additional detailed investigation is needed." Afu turned to look at the inner square of the city outside the eaves, and sighed: "If it weren't for Cheng Sanwu and Chang Qing, I'm afraid the outcome of this battle would have been unpredictable."

Yan Fengjun stared at the figure and remained silent for a long time before speaking: "That's not quite right. What did the mastermind behind the scenes want to do by placing Liu Xuantong underground in Yongning Temple?"

Afu said angrily: "How do I know?"

"You just said that Chu Fisherman disappeared the night he stayed at Yongning Temple?" Yan Fengjun shook one of the graphics.

"I have carefully questioned Da Yi, and that's what he said. There is no lie."

"That makes sense." Yan Fengjun took a picture of the person's face on the case and said with excitement: "This person is a member of Fu Shifeng! And his position is quite important!"

Afu's face changed slightly when he heard this: "Fu Shifeng? Are you sure?"

Yan Fengjun was deeply relieved, then raised his hands and sleeves, and launched a strong wind to cover the terrace, isolating the internal and external sounds, and the external things became blurred. .

"Do you know, Lord Zhang, that Liu Xuantong died in Dingzhou City back then?" Yan Fengjun was the first to speak.

"I know." Afu vaguely guessed something: "Could it be that Taizu and his Xuanjia guards were not the only ones involved in killing Liu Xuantong?" "Shang Zhangjun has seen Liu Xuantong's martial arts. No matter how many ordinary soldiers there are, it is useless. , Taizu will not waste other people's lives in vain." Yan Fengjun explained: "But Fu Shifeng secretly helped Taizu back then, and the most important battle was to kill Liu Xuantong, a great enemy, and pave the way for Taizu to unify the world. .”

In the past month, Afu has made many conjectures about the origins of Chu Yufu, including Fu Shifeng. However, she suffers from the lack of definite evidence, and now it has been verified by Yan Fengjun himself.

But Afu felt a little strange. Yan Fengjun came to a conclusion without any verification, which seemed to her to be arbitrary, so she tried to say: "This statement is a bit misleading. Why do you conclude that Chu Yufu is a member of Fu Shifeng?"

"This man disappeared at night, and there was an earthquake in Yongning Temple the next day. It can be seen that he must have a fierce battle with Liu Xuantong!" Yan Fengjun vowed: "If there is no deep hatred, why did Liu Xuantong still try to take revenge after his death?"

Ah Fu's expression was a little subtle: "I asked Chang Qing, and he said that corpses come back to hurt people because they sense the vitality and yang energy, just like a magnet that attracts iron, and there is no distinction based on identity."

Yan Fengjun paused for a moment, then thought about it and said: "Although this statement has some truth, it may not explain the disappearance of Chu Yufu and the earthquake in Yongning Temple. Moreover, Liu Xuantong was extremely skilled in martial arts during his lifetime and had a vague reputation as No. 1 in the world. The fact that the corpse has not decayed for more than a hundred years is enough proof.”

"This is a bit far-fetched." Afu waved his hand: "But whatever you say."

Afu's face was calm, but inside she was filled with excitement.She still remembered Liu Xuantong's strong hostility towards Cheng Sanwu. It was an undying hatred, which showed that Cheng Sanwu and Liu Xuantong were deeply involved during their lifetimes.

Now after hearing what Yan Fengjun said, wouldn't it be that Taizu Daxia was the only one who could make Liu Xuantong leave Chu Yufu alone and attack Cheng Sanwu's former enemy?

With this in mind, Afu didn't dare to think about it anymore.

But Yan Fengjun had no intention of changing the subject: "I am surprised that Cheng Sanwu could kill Liu Xuantong."

"If it weren't for Changqing's blessing spell, Cheng Sanwu would have no chance of winning." Afu explained: "What's more, Wu Luohu was also killed by Changqing's spell before. This time, he took the greatest credit. I also mentioned it in the secret report."

"Young Master Lu Qi actually has such attainments in Taoism?" Mr. Yan Feng couldn't hide his surprise.

"Spells are not like martial arts. They can only be achieved through hard work and hard work. If you have a sudden enlightenment, you will have a breakthrough." Afu raised his glass and sipped lightly, his mood waning.

Yan Fengjun noticed Afu's depression and asked instead, "How is Cheng Sanwu's injury?"

"The injury was very serious. It may have damaged the foundation. I haven't woken up yet." Afu lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes, and her thick eyelashes trembled slightly. Her words were not entirely true.

Ever since Changqing put the Xuan Mizhu into Cheng Sanwu's body, all the injuries to the muscles, bones and internal organs were healed within ten days. The only problem was that the meridians and qi were disordered, just like the situation after using the mantle lotus to hold wine to poison .

As for why Cheng Sanwu didn't wake up for a long time, Changqing believed that it was because he rashly blessed the divine general's magic power, which greatly impacted his sea of ​​consciousness. His human instinct was to protect himself, and he took the initiative to cut off his five senses to avoid external interference.In this case, we can only rely on long-term rest and wait for recovery.

"Where is he now?" Yan Fengjun asked.

"I will place him in a secluded house in the north of the city, and Changqing will take care of him." Afu sighed: "Don't bother him if you have nothing to do. He is no different from the living dead now."

Afu said this, but she still had selfish motives.She still hopes to be able to control Cheng Sanwu by herself. If she can take advantage of this serious injury and coma to remove him from the position of Zhaoyang Lord, it will be of greater benefit to Afu.

Perhaps he still regretted giving up the Xuan Mizhu on his own initiative, and had to make up for it elsewhere anyway. Only in this way could he feel a little relieved.

"It seems that Lord Shangzhang may not be able to continue investigating the case of Jingguang Tiannu." Yan Fengjun said in a deliberation tone: "I plan to let Lord Qiangyu take over this matter. What do you think of Lord Shangzhang?"

Ah Fu didn't understand that she was not doing her job well this time and had no right to bargain. She no longer tried to keep up her face and said with a smile: "Those who are capable work hard, please thank Mr. Qiang Yu for me."

"Then when Cheng Sanwu wakes up, please send a letter so that I can be informed in time." Yan Fengjun stood up and left his seat, leaving the Gangfeng Realm.

"Changqing plans to take Cheng Sanwu to the Songyue Fu Zang Palace for training. I think there is nothing wrong with it and I have already agreed." Afu said.

"Songyue?" Yan Fengjun thought for a moment and arranged: "No problem, then I will ask Lord Zhang to stay in Dongdu for a while."

Afu nodded in agreement, and Yan Fengjun handed her over and left. She didn't get up to see him off, she just swayed the wine glass silently, her thoughts lost.

……

"That Mr. Yan Feng of Gongchen Guard has come to Dingzhou, why don't you go and have a look?"

In a courtyard somewhere in the north of the city, the wooden kite flew to the window sill, and saw Master Wen and Mr. Hong Ya talking about playing chess, and became very angry:

"Hey! You two are going too far! I help keep tabs on you all day long, but you guys are taking a break here!"

Hearing the master cough twice, he waved his hands quickly: "We are taking a break from the busy schedule. Cheng Sanwu is in the next yard. Don't be too loud."

"What are you afraid of? You've already shown your face. Let's wait for your face to be plastered all over the states and counties. Let's start a wanted search!" Mu Yuan said angrily.

Master Wen twirled his beard in worry: "Who would have thought of such a coincidence? As soon as I turned around, I bumped into Cheng Sanwu. You didn't see it at the time, but he almost chopped me into pieces and boiled me."

Mu Yuan was so angry that she jumped on the spot and said to Mr. Hong Ya: "How can you tolerate his temper? I'm going to be so angry!"

Mr. Hong Ya didn't look back, and stretched out his hands to make moves, as if he knew nothing about the outside world, only the chessboard in his eyes.

"Your wooden kite can't explode. I took it apart and looked at it." Master Wen said with a mischievous smile: "Even if it is suddenly impacted, the talisman inside will only dissipate the energy."

"Take it apart..." Mu Yuan screamed angrily: "Master Wen! Wen Bangzheng! You actually touch my things! Don't even think about asking me for help again!"

After saying this, the wooden kite flapped its wings and flew away, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"Looking like this, he doesn't look like a scheming person." Master Wen stuck his head out of the window and took a few glances, and then said to Mr. Hong Ya: "Is it possible that what happened in Lishan Xianyuan Cave is just Bai Yunzi?" Made a mistake?"

"I will go see it in person later." Mr. Hong Ya reminded: "But Jiang Yan is not alone, and no one can determine the true intentions behind it."

"Ouch, is it because Taotie has nothing to worry about that we are plotting against each other?" Master Wen surrendered and sighed, leaning on the back of his chair and brushing his face.

(End of this chapter)