Comprehensive Martial Arts: Read to become a sage, use martial arts to break the ban

Chapter 91

Xiao Luo admired as he walked: "Could it be that Uncle Huang is a craftsman who actually built the Hou Mansion so beautifully."

The butler of the Hou's mansion accompanied him, not daring to say anything more.

Under the eaves of snow, Lan Yuehou was wearing a big cloak, standing solemnly.

Xiao Luo stepped forward and saluted: "It's snowing tonight, can you have a drink? Uncle Emperor, my nephew is here to ask for a drink."

Lan Yuehou stepped aside, although he was an uncle, he was a courtier.

"King Shun Wu came here in the snow, how dare I be negligent. Come, let's hold a banquet at the Canglang Pavilion."

Houfu Huxin Pavilion, also known as Canglang Pavilion.

At this time, palace lanterns were hung on the four corners, a fire was raised in the pavilion, and the aroma of wine was overflowing.

Both of them are warriors, so naturally they are not afraid of the heavy snow that is flying all over the sky.

"The wine here is not as good as Qiu Lubai."

Xiao Luo took a sip, it melted in the mouth with a sweetness in the coolness.

"Is this wine from the Western Regions?"

Lan Yuehou raised his glass: "Yes, wine, luminous glass."

"Uncle Huang really enjoys it."

Lan Yuehou put down his wine glass and stared at Feixue outside the pavilion: "Tell me, what's the matter?"

"My nephew came here to thank the emperor's uncle for winning the title of Shunwu for me in front of my father, and secondly, I wanted to ask you about someone."

"You earned the title yourself, and it has nothing to do with me. Who do you want to know?"

"Chamen, Jiangshangfeng."

After saying this name, Lan Yuehou retracted his eyes and looked at Xiao Luo coldly.

Xiao Luo didn't give him a chance to shirk, and took out the confessions of several members of the Changmen, and put them on the table.

"Uncle Huang, this is the person who killed Yan Zhantian. The team was led by the altar leader of the southern district of Changmen, and the Zhenwusi found out Jiang Shangfeng, the leader of the Changmen gang."

Lan Yuehou picked up the confession and looked at it slowly.

He read it carefully, down to the last word.

The last word on the paper is Jing, Lan Yuehou Xiao Jing.

After reading it, he didn't make a sound, moved his fingers slightly, and the confession floated into the fire, turning into ashes in an instant.

"What does the killing of Yan Zhantian by the people from Changmen have anything to do with you?"

"It didn't exist originally, but my master Confucian Sword Immortal once gave Yan Zhantian a trace of sword intent, and I couldn't bear him to die on the side of the road like this. My master wants to know the truth."

"What if you know?"

Xiao Luo smiled: "Yan Zhantian is not my nephew's master, so naturally it's not my turn to take revenge. But if Confucian Sword Immortal is killed, even if my nephew has turned over the entire Northern Li, he will not let him go."

Lan Yuehou's eyes became colder.

"You told King Bai?"

"Of course, my nephew doesn't want to take the blame for the murderer, that idiot Xiao Chong thought it was me who did it."

Lan Yuehou suddenly sighed: "Xiao Luo, if you don't intervene in this matter, there will always be peace between us uncle and nephew."

"Peaceful forever? Ha, my nephew can't believe what the emperor said."

"What exactly do you mean?"

"In the past, Yang Qi and Xiao Chong controlled the government. You had no choice but to establish the Changmen, bypassing the Ministry of Households, and absorbing the hard-earned money of merchants."

These confidential matters not only come from the confession of the people in Changmen today, but also some of the clues provided by Miss Wei.

Tongqu Pavilion grasps the trend of the world's transactions. After verification, the huge tax money of the merchants in Tianzi City enters the Changmen every year.

But no one knows where the Changmen is used.

Lan Yuehou said nothing, just drank in a muffled voice.

"Uncle Huang, where did you spend all this money? The national treasury is empty, and I haven't seen you recruiting troops. Could it be that the underground of your Marquis Mansion is paved with gold bricks?"

"Guess what?"

"My nephew doesn't want to guess. I hope that the emperor can take out the money and send it back to the treasury, or give it to my nephew."

"Hahaha!"

Lan Yuehou suddenly laughed long and loudly: "Xiao Luo, you will soon know where the money went, but by then, you will regret your attitude towards Benhou today."

"Since the emperor's uncle has chosen this way, my nephew has no choice but to go to the people in Changmen to ask for it."

"Xiao Luo, your father is not dead yet, it's not your turn to be so arrogant!"

"Recovering the lost silver for the treasury, why is my nephew so arrogant? The wine has a lot of stamina, so it's not advisable to drink too much. My nephew thanked the emperor for his hospitality and left."

Xiao Luo didn't bother to look at Lan Yuehou's Tieqing face, he was most afraid of being wrong when drinking.

He got up and left the Canglang Pavilion, regardless of the wind and snow flying behind him.

When Xiao Luo visited Lanyuehou's mansion, Bai Wang Xiao Chong heard Xie Jiucheng finish reading the confession of Changmen.

"Lan Yuehou!"

The answer he had guessed for a long time was so shocking.

"Why? Why did Lan Yuehou kill my master?"

"I really don't know Lan Yuehou's thoughts, these people are also obeying orders."

Xiao Chong waved his hands weakly: "Kill them all."

Immediately, the guards of the palace came out and took these people out.

"I have to go back and report back, so I will leave."

Xie Jiucheng completed the task and returned to Zhen Wusi.

After he left, Xiao Chong sat down slumped, his heart was in a mess, he regretted agreeing to Xiao Yu, and sent Yan Zhantian to stop Xiao Luo.

The people who hated Xiao Luo also ruined Yan Zhantian's martial arts.

He hated Lan Yuehou even more for sending someone to kill his master, making him lose his only relative in the world.

After thinking about it, he couldn't help laughing: "I, Xiao Chong, as the eldest son of His Majesty, governed the country according to the order and worked conscientiously. What's wrong? I ended up blind and lonely. Hahaha, it's ridiculous!"

After laughing, two lines of tears rolled down from his expressionless eyes.

"Come on."

Behind him, a figure appeared silently.

"Go and tell Song Yanhui that no matter what method Wushuang City uses, if they go to Jiuliu Changmen, this king will not let them stay!"

The figure left quietly.

When the snowstorm fell, Hanjiang Temple, thousands of miles away, also welcomed a person.

Wuchan, the current abbot of Hanjiang Temple, opened the mountain gate, and in the snowstorm, stood a handsome monk with red lips, white teeth, and star-like eyes.

"Junior Brother Wuxin, it's you!"

"Brother, Wuxin doesn't exist anymore, please call me Ye Anshi."

"Yes, you are Ye Anshi, the suzerain of Tianwaitian, come in quickly, it's snowing outside."

Since Master Yu passed away, some monks in Handong Temple were afraid of being implicated by Wuxin, and dispersed one after another. Now only Wuchan stays here alone.

Originally a famous temple with constant incense in four seasons, now it looks like a wild temple in a deserted village.

Seeing the desolation in the temple, Ye Anshi couldn't help feeling sad, he walked into the hall with Wuchan, and knelt down before the Buddha.

"Brother, will you stay in Hanjiang Temple forever?"

"Well, although Master's ashes don't exist, his karma and wishes are all here, and I would like to be with him forever."

"Thank you, brother."

Ye Anshi was brought up by Master Wang You, and his Buddhist supernatural powers were also passed down by the master.

"Junior brother, why did you come here regardless of the wind and snow?"

Tianwaitian is the former Demon Cult, far away in the Northern Territory, three thousand miles away from the Central Plains.

Ye Anshi clasped his palms together, and said solemnly in front of the Bodhisattva's golden body: "As a son of man, if I haven't avenged my father or done my mother's filial piety, my heart is restless."

(End of this chapter)