Martial arts immortality, I will eventually be invincible

As the August 15th date set by Zhang Daohe was getting closer and closer, Chen Guanlou was not in a hurry at all.

He already had the fruit of immortality.

He was not greedy.

Whether or not he got the opportunity that Zhang Daohe was talking about was not important at all.

In his eyes, all the opportunities in the world combined were not as good as his fruit of immortality.

Sooner or later, he would enter the Grandmaster realm.

Unlike the people in the world, whose life span was limited, he had to seize the time to enter the Grandmaster realm one day earlier in his limited life span, work hard to prolong his life, and become a superior person.

At most, he would just join in the fun.

If he couldn't catch up, he wouldn't regret not joining in the fun.

It was only a hundred years, he could wait.

He was not in a hurry, but there were many people who were in a hurry.

The matter of the early tomb of Dayu had basically spread throughout the martial arts world. Not to mention that the seventh, eighth, and ninth grades had taken action one after another, trying to grab the opportunity. Even the second and third grade shrimps had joined in, and with a large number of people, they might be able to fish in troubled waters.

The limited number of masters in the world seemed to be silent. That was because the masters did not come out to move. It was estimated that by the fifteenth day of the eighth month, all the masters in the world would gather together, and that scene would be filled with human lives.

How many people would die!

Can Zhang Daohe handle such a big game? Did he overestimate his own strength, overestimate the strength of the White Lotus Sect, and underestimate the strength of the Jianghu heroes?

Overestimating oneself and underestimating others will lead to big losses.

He wanted to complain to the other party face to face, "Look at what you can do, you're dead now!"

But he couldn't find anyone.

No one knows how to hide better than the White Lotus Sect bandits.

Just when he was thinking about whether to contact the old man Wu Xun, the old Chaofeng who lived in the gambling house died, and even the two beautiful maids who served him closely were not spared and fell in a pool of blood.

Who did it?

Vendetta?

The boss behind the scenes killed the donkey?

Someone settled the score after the autumn?

Or the most unlikely possibility: an unexpected situation occurred and he was affected.

He had dealt with the old Chaofeng for many years, and now that he was dead, he had to go and see him.

When he arrived at the gambling house, it was indeed closed and looked dilapidated.

A mourning shed was set up in the backyard, and he went to burn incense.

"Why build a mourning shed in the backyard of the gambling house instead of in the old Chaofeng's home?"

"As a eunuch, there is no home. Wherever I work is my home." A eunuch explained softly.

Chen Guanlou frowned slightly, "I thought the old Chaofeng had left the palace long ago."

"Once a eunuch, always a eunuch. As long as the palace needs it, even if there is still a breath left, I will work for the palace."

"Have you found out about the death of the old Chaofeng?" he asked the eunuch.

The eunuch shook his head, "When I came to open the door in the morning, everyone was dead. The guards on duty that night had their throats cut, and no one was left alive."

"Are you here to seek revenge?"

"Not sure!"

"What about the gamblers? Did anyone see the murderer?"

"It just happened that on the night of the incident, the gambling house settled its accounts, isolated the inside and the outside, and closed the door early. No one saw the murderer go in or out. Alas... it's all fate!" The eunuch burned paper while saying it was all fate. Suddenly, a sense of fate came over me.

Chen Guanlou bowed and decisively left the mourning shed.

On the way, he met a maid blocking his way.

"I have seen you. You used to work for the old Chaofeng, but then I disappeared."

"I am old and have other things to do. Chen Yucheng, the old Chaofeng has a few words for you. Do you have time?"

"Something for me. Didn't the old Chaofeng die suddenly?"

"A few days before his death, the old Chaofeng seemed to have a premonition and called me to him and gave me some instructions. Some of the words were specifically for you. The old Chaofeng said that after his death, if you come to worship, he will give you this small wooden box. If you don't come to worship, just pretend that nothing happened."

Chen Guanlou took the small wooden box from the other party. The flat wooden box should contain paper documents and other objects.

"I think with Chen Yucheng's ability, it is no problem to open the wooden box. I won't look for the key."

"What's in the wooden box?" He was very curious about why the old Chaofeng said so.

The maid shook her head, "I don't know. The old court official said that you have been tracking down a man named Qi for these years. This wooden box may help you."

"Did he really say that?"

"I dare not hide it. The old court official did say that."

Chen Guanlou was very excited.

He has been chasing the human trafficker boss Qi for so many years, but he has not been able to find his trace, and even his true identity has not been figured out until now.

Never expected that the old court official would have such a hand and would only give it to him before his death.

He stroked the wooden box gently, "Thank you, young lady! If you have any difficulties, just tell me. I will never hesitate to help you."

"Thank you, Chen Yucheng. I have my own place to go! For the sake of the old court official, I only ask Chen Yucheng not to embarrass us again in the future. Small business is not easy."

Chen Guanlou's mouth twitched. The gambling house also dared to call itself a small business. Who in the world dares to call themselves a big business.

"Miss, you are too polite. I am only responsible for guarding the prisoners, not investigating the case. As long as you don't offend me, I promise not to step into your territory. Goodbye!"

"I respectfully send you off, Chief Prison Officer Chen."

Chen Guanlou could not wait to go home, and all he needed to do was burn incense and take a bath.

He washed his hands, held the padlock, twisted it gently, and it turned into ash.

When he opened the wooden box, there was indeed a thin piece of high-quality rice paper inside, but there was only one word written on it, "Jing!"

What does it mean?

Is the person in Beijing?

Is the person a native of Beijing?

Is the person a Beijing official?

Is he a famous person in Beijing?

He has no clue, how should he start to check.

He hates riddlers the most! Before the old Chaofeng died, he refused to speak clearly and had to play their riddles.

It seems that he needs to go to the gambling house again and ask the maid.

He went and came back, and the maid was not surprised.

She prepared tea and snacks early.

"Please take a seat, Chen Yucheng."

"You have long expected that I would come back."

"I made a bold guess, but I didn't expect it to be right. Chen Yucheng, you can ask me any questions. I will answer you directly if I can. If I can't answer, there should be no one in the gambling house who knows Lao Chaofeng better than me."

"What is your name, young lady?"

"Chen Yucheng can call me Hongxiu."

"Miss Hongxiu, may I ask what Jing represents?"

"Please show me the note, Chen Yucheng."

Chen Guanlou did not refuse, and decisively handed over the note in the box, "Please look! I don't understand the meaning, I hope Miss Hongxiu can help me solve the puzzle."

Miss Hongxiu unfolded the note and took a closer look, and directly gave the answer, "This Jing means Jingguan."

"Jingguan? Are you sure?"

"I can guarantee it with my life. Here, the same word has different ways of writing and interpretation. This word is just an ordinary Jing in other places. Here, it represents Jingguan. If Chen Yucheng wants to know more, I'm sorry I can't help! This is all I know."

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