Chapter 20: Ant Raising Sword

The sky was brightly lit, and the night was like day.
Xie Chenjun, dressed in a scarlet official robe, stood at the gate of the jail, and suddenly stopped. Behind him, a middle-aged man took the umbrella, but never spoke, but his hands were slightly hidden in his sleeves, his expression was plain. .
The head of the cell who met at the gate of the Tianjaun was bent over. This middle-aged man who had spent more than ten years in the Tianji City of Yanshi City did not dare to look up and see the man sitting on the official court of Yanshi City was really the first one. The old man in the top spot is actually the de facto power holder of the Xie family’s generation. Xie Chenjun is not only the contemporary patron of the Xie family, but also an evergreen tree in the Dazhou officialdom. The running script of this old man is called the Da Zhoudi 1. Music theory is also everyone. As for his writing skills, he is even more outstanding. In addition, this old man was also the commander-in-chief of Xie Chenjun when he sent troops to the south when the Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. As Xie Chenjun's age is getting older, she has gradually faded out of the sight of the ruling and the opposition in recent years. An Xin is in this Yanshi city in front of the "old care governor", but Chen Jun's prestige in Dazhou has not diminished, as always, he was trusted by the emperor of Dazhou. The most direct manifestation is that this old man still holds the post of Jiu Jiu from the Imperial College, and Xie Ying, the nephew of Xie Chenjun, was almost recruited into the palace by the Emperor of Zhou to become a great Zhou prince. All the signs indicate that as long as Xie Chen Jun does not die for one day, Xie's family will not fall for one day, and Yanshi City will not change its gates for one day.
At this moment, although the old man stood at the gate of the jail and did not speak, everyone present felt an unspeakable depression. This kind of aura was not deliberately exuded by Xie Chenjun, but was a natural aura developed by being in a high position for a long time.
Xie Chenjun asked casually, "Which cell were the two detained in?"
The head of the cell whispered: "Dizi No.7, the two had never committed any serious crimes, so they didn't pay much attention to them in the prison, and they didn't look like wicked people. How could it be known that there would be a prison escape? ..."
Xie Chenjun waved his hand, "No need to say more, you are not at the fault of this matter. The two of them ran away as soon as they ran away. You don't need to care, but you need to find out who has been held in that cell in the past."
The head of the cell was surprised: "Dizi Qihao has not detained other prisoners for more than 20 years since the last time a poor scholar died here. As for looking ahead, nothing can be found. ."
Xie Chenjun frowned, "A scholar?"
The head of the cell nodded and said: "According to the records in the Tianjao file, a scholar died here. Why was that scholar put in the prison? The dossier is unclear. He just knew that he seemed to have written an article on the wall. this."
Xie Chenjun asked: "No one was sent to copy?"
The head of the cell was a little ugly, "No..."
"And don't know why, after those two escaped, all the articles on the wall disappeared."
This dying old man looked into the eyes of the cell head for the first time. Although there was still no emotion in his eyes, the cell head instantly felt like falling into an ice cave.
His legs softened, he knelt down with a plop, and begged for mercy: "Sacrifice Master Jiu, this is indeed the negligence of the villain, please let the lord open the door!
There is an unwritten rule on the court of the Great Zhou Dynasty. If there are courtiers holding multiple positions at the same time, they must be called the highest official title. The governor of the Great Zhou Dynasty is ranked fourth, while the post of Guozijian Jijiu He is a second-ranking member. Although this State Prison Jijiu is a false job, it is still much higher than the governor.
Therefore, it is not wrong to call Xie Chenjun the Lord Jijiu.
It's just that Xie Chenjun said calmly after hearing this name: "That's right, Lord Jijiu really can't cure your sin, so forget it."
As the saying goes, county officials are not as good as current officials. Among the identities of Yanshi City and Xie Chenjun, only the status of Sir Governor can punish him.
The old man no longer had the slightest idea of ​​continuing to walk into the jail, but just turned around. The middle-aged man behind him never said much. After watching Xie Chenjun turn around, he opened the oil-paper umbrella.
The two stepped into the rain curtain.
The carriage of the Xie Mansion was still some distance away from the sky prison. During this section of the road, the old man suddenly said, "Wuyi, is Ying'er leaving tonight?"
Xie Wuyi walked in the rain with an umbrella. In fact, the umbrella surface was all tilted to Xie Chenjun's side. He was so strong that he was soaked in the rain, but this middle-aged man who was already talkative did not show the slightest impatience. It means, listening to the elder brother’s question, Xie Wuyi replied calmly:
The will of Shaoliang City has already come down. If it weren’t for tracking down the two fugitives, Ying'er should have led his five thousand cavalry to the border. Up."
Xie Chenjun looked at this younger brother who was nearly 30 years younger than him, and laughed, "Is the five thousand less?"
Xie Wuyi said bluntly: "It's something I can't even think of if I won't be able to claim five thousand by myself. Brother thinks it's not enough?"
Xie Chenjun smiled calmly: "What are you worried about, I know it for my brother, but our majesty is different from previous monarchs. If you think it is not a good thing to become famous when you are young, then worry is really unnecessary."
Looking up into the distance, Xie Chenjun smiled with emotion: "The Xie family has been rooted in the Great Zhou Dynasty for decades, and it has been passed down in the arena for nearly a hundred years. Although this influence may become a thorn in the eyes of the royal family, as long as we If the Xie family is not against it, how can the royal family not rely on us?"
Xie Wuyi was silent for a moment, and whispered: "Then listen to the big brother."
Before the owner of the Xie family boarded the carriage, he told Xie Wuyi: "Ying'er has made a friend in the city. He is a young man. You don't need to be attracted. The young man's affairs are just left to them. If that young man is made things difficult by other people, you should solve it in private, and you don't have to assume any posture to avoid misunderstanding."
Xie Wuyi nodded without saying anything.
Entering the carriage, the groom drove away naturally, while Xie Wuyi stood there, not with Xie Chenjun. This person is second only to Xie Xindu in the Xie family, and he is even more famous in the big Zhou rivers and lakes. Xie Wuyi of Grandmaster Xie stood in the rain, slowly smiling.
Take out a jug of fine wine from his waist and drink for himself in the rain.
This great master of the rivers and lakes, who is addicted to alcohol, never drinks alcohol only in front of his own parents.

The night was deep, and there were no stars. After sending off the brothers Xie Ying and Yang, the inn was really just two people, Qinghuai and Li Fuyao. Li Fuyao was not drowsy yet, and opened the window in a daze.
After a quarter of an hour, Li Fu shook his head and looked at the next door. He found that the light in the Qinghuai room was swaying. He was a little surprised. The wooden window was pushed aside. Qinghuai was lying next to the window, looking at Li with big eyes. Fuyao, inexplicably thought this guy was a little funny.
Li Fuyao said with a dry smile: "Girl Qinghuai hasn't slept yet."
Qing Huai rolled his eyes and ignored the idiot question.
Li Fuyao didn't feel embarrassed either, after all, he saw a lot of such things.
Li Fuyao remembered the conversation with Xie Ying before, and suddenly sighed: "I don't know if he is from Yanling or from Dazhou."
Qing Huai interjected: "Li Fuyao, do you know that there are really martial arts in this world who can kill monks with force."
Li Fuyao turned his head around and looked incredulous. Isn't his previous thoughts wrong?
"There are not many monks outside of the Three Sects, but there are not too many. Except for the path that the swordsmen walk on, most of the other wild cultivators are born out of the Three Sects, but have you ever thought about why it is unprecedented? Will a swordsman be born?"
Qinghuai leaned against the window and said casually.
Li Fuyao frowned and said, "Hengkong was born..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Li Fuyao soon thought of something. He was surprised: "Is it possible that a swordsman is a martial artist?"
Qing Huai said calmly: "I was only half right. The swordsman back then was naturally a samurai, but he later became a monk, but the killing of the monk by the samurai did happen to the swordsman."
"The sword fairy who led the swordsman on the road of cultivation back then did indeed kill a saint of three religions with the power of a martial artist before he became a monk!"
This sentence was shocking, and even if Li Fuyao was shocked, Wu Fu killed the monk and it was enough to kill a saint of three religions?
What a sturdy character is this?