Chapter 208: 23 Events in Zhelong Mansion
Chapter 208: A Few Things About Zhelong Mansion
Li Yuan stood under the stone tablet for a long time.
Zhaixinglou is an extremely loose organization, and the only channel for the killers to obtain intelligence is the bounty assassination list.
After reading this list, Li Yuan also had a preliminary understanding of Dechang Prefecture.
After the destruction of Qianjun Cave, all the families, large and small, that were closely related to it suffered heavy losses, and some fled or were strangled by their enemies.
Today, only the Fire Dragon Temple, Iron Sword Sect and other large and small sects are entrenched in Dechang City.
Fearing the Divine Weapon Valley, these families also retracted their wings, so that the city of Dechang Prefecture was more stable than before the sect war.
After writing down the important information on the stone tablet, Li Yuan went to the cave tavern nearby.
A counter, more than ten tables, and waiters wearing masks, everything is no different from the stronghold in Zhelongfu.
Li Yuan ordered two pots of monkey wine, found a corner to sit down, and tasted the sweet fruit wine slowly.
He glanced at the killers coming and going, and took note of the corresponding light of their weapons.
"Give me two pots of monkey wine and ten pounds of spiritual beef!"
A gray-clothed killer wearing a fox mask and carrying a scimitar came to the tavern. He lowered his voice, but the accent of Zhelongfu could still be heard.
Li Yuan glanced at the scimitar and narrowed his eyes slightly.
The gray-robed swordsman was very low-key. He just drank and ate meat in a corner. After eating, he turned around and left silently.
Li Yuan put down the wine gourd and followed slowly.
The gray-clothed swordsman was very alert and had good martial arts skills as he circled around in the tunnel.
Li Yuan followed not too far away, guided by the light of his weapon. No matter how the enemy took a detour, he would always follow.
……
call!
Walking out of the tunnel, Linghu Baiwan glanced around vigilantly, and after making sure that no one was around, he took off his mask and changed his outer clothes in the shadows.
"The intelligence in the building is getting more and more confusing."
Linghu Baiwan shook his head slightly, hid his mask and coat, and then left quickly.
The tunnels of Zhaixing Tower are interconnected, connecting the city and other urban areas. When Li Yuan walked out of the tunnel, he found that he had arrived in the north of the city.
"What a generous move."
Li Yuan felt a little nervous.
He was already surprised that the Zhaixing Tower’s stronghold in Zhelong Mansion was next to the Shenbing Valley, but the stronghold in Dechang Mansion was actually hollowed out underground.
Li Yuan changed his mind and quickly followed without giving it much thought.
Whoosh!
In the night wind, Linghu Baiwan's figure rose and fell, shuttling through the streets and alleys.
His lightness skill was very good, he landed silently, and when his body changed shape, the patrolling constables could not detect him even if they passed by each other.
Soon, he wandered around the city for a few moments and came to an alley in the east of the city. He knocked on the door gently, and after receiving a response, he pushed the door open and entered.
This courtyard covers a large area, with five entrances in front and back, and many houses have lights on.
Linghu Baiwan walked quickly to the backyard and bowed slightly: "Zhelong Town Martial Hall, Linghu, I pay my respects to Master An."
"Linghu?"
As the voice sounded, two young men in tight clothes walked out from the backyard, took away Linghu Baiwan's knife, searched him, confirmed his identity, and took him inside.
Linghu Baiwan lowered his head slightly and glanced over. There was a weapons rack in the backyard. In the small yard, an old man was practicing boxing in the night breeze.
The old man was shirtless, his muscles and bones were as strong as iron, and he pushed his fists slowly. It seemed slow, but in fact, each move stirred up the air vibrations in the whole courtyard.
"call!"
The old man stood like a sleeping eagle and moved like a sick tiger. He slowly pushed his fists forward, and the sound of blood rushing out of his body actually penetrated the body and echoed throughout the courtyard.
Linghu Baiwan's heart trembled.
This person is none other than the head of Zhenwu Hall in Dechang Prefecture, An Yuanwu, who has a great reputation in Zhenwu Hall.
It is said that he had extraordinary comprehension, and at the age of twelve he developed the strength of a tiger with a tattered boxing technique he picked up on the roadside.
He is only about twenty years old, but he has grown up.
Afterwards, he traveled thousands of miles to become a disciple of the previous generation master of Dechang Town's martial arts hall, and learned the superior martial art 'Mighty God Subduing Tiger Fist'.
For the next twenty years, he endured loneliness and went into the mountains to practice alone, keeping tigers as companions. He imitated the spirit beasts, and when he was sixty years old, he changed his body into nineteen forms and achieved perfection.
But now, he is over eighty years old, and has already achieved great success in opening up his meridians. His martial arts skills are even higher than those of their hall master Meng Zhan.
"Meng Zhan asked you to come?"
When Linghu Baiwan's mind was filled with mixed thoughts, he heard the old man's voice. He looked up and his heart trembled again.
In the night, An Yuanwu's eyes were sharp and bright, and seemed brighter than the torches in the yard, as if they were burning:
"I heard that two palace masters of Zhelong Mansion died, and several deputy hall masters also died?"
"Yes."
Linghu Baiwan lowered his head and broke out in a cold sweat.
"Zhenwu Hall is really getting worse with each generation."
An Yuanwu put on his outer robe and sighed slightly.
The original Zhenwu Hall was formed by Taizu Pang Wenlong, who selected elite masters from many sects under his command. It was a violent agency that integrated assassination, assault, intelligence, beheading, etc.
But now, more than a thousand years later, the major sects no longer send their elite disciples, so they naturally gradually declined and no longer reached their peak.
Especially in the more than 30 years since King Zhenwu went into seclusion, the situation has deteriorated.
In the backyard, An Yuanwu paced and sighed, "Forty years ago, how could these martial arts sects dare to be so bold?"
Linghu Baiwan and other masters of Zhenwu Hall stood respectfully aside.
"Tell me, why did Meng Zhan send you here?"
An Yuanwu glanced at Linghu Baiwan and his gaze lingered on his face for a moment.
"Reply to Master An..."
Linghu Baiwan paused for a moment, took out a secret letter from his bosom and handed it over respectfully:
"Before you come, Master Meng, please let me greet you on your behalf."
"I have a feather eagle but I don't need it. I want you to deliver the letter?" An Yuanwu held the envelope and asked without rushing to open it:
"Regarding the Sea-Splitting Black Whale Hammer, have you found anything?"
“This is not true.”
Linghu Baiwan answered quickly and told him everything he knew, from the Thousand Spirits Festival to his departure, every detail.
"...The Evil God Cult is hunting down the martial arts masters who entered the Cold Pond several times before, and the Huailong Palace is also hunting down them secretly..."
"The Divine Weapon Valley reacted violently. Han Chuijun was ruthless and cruel. He has already angered the public. He was probably ambushed by a master and escaped with serious injuries..."
"Three of the seven leaders of the Evil God Cult have died, and that old villain Huangfu has also been ambushed..."
……
After the news of the possible appearance of the Sea-Splitting Black Whale Hammer spread, the situation in the Zhelong Mansion could only be described as chaos.
There were too many masters who had entered and exited the Hantan Tunnel. Even if the Evil God Cult and Huailong Palace took action in secret, they were unable to capture them all and suffered strong counterattacks.
"In the past few months, hundreds of battles broke out in Zhelong Mansion. Thousands of famous masters died, and the number of unknown people was ten times more..."
Linghu Baiwan answered in a low voice.
The expressions of several people in the courtyard were a little subtle, some were surprised, some were excited, and some were gloating.
The Zhenwu Hall has always been called a group of hawks and dogs by the underworld people, and they don't get along well with each other. After hearing this news, they think it is a good thing.
"Shenbing Valley is in big trouble this time. It's possible that the whole family will be wiped out."
The young man touched the scar on his face and sneered.
The Divine Soldiers Valley launched an all-out attack, sweeping across Dechang Prefecture, and even they suffered a considerable blow.
"Even if it doesn't die, it will be seriously damaged. This is a great thing for us."
The others also nodded.
Once Qianjun Cave was destroyed, it was a foregone conclusion that Shenbing Valley would take over Dechang Prefecture. If it weren't for the sudden appearance of the Sea-Splitting Black Whale Hammer, they would now be worried about how to deal with Shenbing Valley.
"Master, should we..."
Some people looked at An Yuanwu, some eager to try.
"Where is Longhu Temple?"
An Yuanwu's expression remained unchanged. He probably knew some of the information, but what he was most concerned about now was the Dragon and Tiger Temple.
"Has Gong Jiuchuan made any unusual moves?"
"This……"
Linghu Baiwan smiled bitterly: "How can a subordinate know the movements of the Dragon and Tiger Temple? The hall master has instructed that no one is allowed to monitor the disciples of the Dragon and Tiger Temple..."
The disciples of Dao Sect have a very high status, and they dare not touch even ordinary disciples from the inner and outer sects.
Not to mention tracking and surveillance, even if they see someone from afar, they will take the initiative to retreat.
"It seems like I have to just sit back and watch."
An Yuanwu understood.
The world's sects are headed by the five major Taoist sects, but there is no hierarchy between the sects. The fight between the Divine Weapon Valley and the Huailong Palace, and the destruction of the Qianjun Cave, are not something that the Longhu Temple will easily intervene in.
It’s not that I can’t, but I don’t really care.
Although An Yuanwu had some guesses in his mind, he didn't say anything and just opened the envelope.
"Ok?"
At a glance, An Yuanwu's brows immediately frowned and his breathing became heavy.
"Hall Master?"
The two young men in tight clothes standing by felt nervous.
"The elders of Shenbing Valley broke through the siege and are suspected to be heading to Dechang Prefecture... Meng Zhan invites me to take action and stop them."
An Yuanwu glanced at Linghu Baiwan.
"How can this be?"
Linghu Baiwan was terrified and found it unbelievable.
Although the Divine Weapon Valley is powerful, the ones who are besieging them are the eight branches of the Evil God Cult in Huizhou and many famous masters in the martial arts world.
Sanyuanwu and Liexue Mountain are also included, and the Huailong Palace is secretly restraining them.
Can you kill this?
"Longhu Temple?"
Linghu Baiwan looked up suddenly and saw the young man in tight clothes standing beside him who was speaking.
"Yes, Longhu Temple."
An Yuanwu took the letter into his arms, his face expressionless, but everyone felt depressed.
"Longhu Temple? How could they possibly do that?"
Linghu Baiwan was still somewhat surprised and doubtful.
It is true that Longhu Temple is a leader, but it never interferes in the fights between the sects under its jurisdiction.
"I don't know where the news came from, saying that Zen Master Fulong wants to accept a disciple, and accept Li Yuan, the true disciple of Shenbing Valley, as his successor..."
"Master Fulong? Long Xixiang?!"
"Successor? Who is Li Yuan?"
Before An Yuanwu finished his words, the Zhenwu Hall masters, including Linghu Baiwan, were already in an uproar.
Who is Long Xixiang?
The grand elder of the Dragon and Tiger Temple, the lord of Longmen, a great master of his generation, a giant who is expected to become a deity on earth!
"This news should be true, otherwise, that old man Huangfu would not be frightened, and the people of Huailong Palace would not suddenly stop."
An Yuanwu's face was not good. No wonder Meng Zhan had a feather eagle but didn't use it. He had to send someone thousands of miles to deliver the message.
Since it concerns Long Xixiang, the Evil God Cult has to restrain itself, but Meng Zhan actually wants him to take action?
"That Meng Zhan..."
The others also reacted and looked at Linghu Baiwan with unfriendly eyes.
"..."
(End of this chapter)