Chapter 224 Secret Mission

Chapter 224 Secret Mission

Chapter 224 Secret Mission
In April, the maple forest has not yet been stained with red frost, and the lush green "chicken claw" leaves look ordinary, just like a stunning beauty who has not yet fully grown up and is dressed in red, secretly accumulating the power to astonish the world.

The sound of the flute echoed, clear and distant, and seemed to be everywhere.

The middle-aged man walked into the woods with a broadsword on his back. He stopped from time to time to carefully identify the direction where the flute sound came from.

"His inner strength has improved again."

"When we met at the Orangutan Beach, he was just a Dan Jin warrior. Things have changed a lot, and he has ended up like this."

Thinking of this, he shook his head slightly and suppressed the resentment in his heart.

After walking around for two more miles, we finally met the owner of Beiyuan deep in the maple forest.

That person was wearing a dark robe, a jade belt, and two swords hanging from his waist. He was sitting on a bluestone, holding a purple bamboo flute in his hand. The sound of the flute seemed to come from his dantian and lungs. It sounded melodious and crisp from a distance, but sounded like cracking metal or stone when heard up close, causing the eardrums to vibrate.

"The fusion of breath and sound, and the power coming from tenacity, not only requires profound internal strength, but also an extraordinary understanding of the way of music."

He had followed Qu Yang for many years and had never eaten pork, but he had seen many pigs running.

"No wonder the Right Envoy values ​​this man so much."

At this time, more than a dozen maple leaves were cut in half and fell down.

Zhang Yu put away his flute, looked at the visitor, stood up and greeted him with a smile: "It turns out that Brother Changfeng is here."

Zhao Changfeng bowed and said, "Meet Deputy Hall Master Zhang."

Zhang Yu waved his hand and said, "You and I are brothers. We have known each other for many years. How can we become so estranged?"

Zhao Changfeng smiled and said, "Brother Zhang is now a prominent figure in the Divine Religion. It is not easy for ordinary people to meet him."

"Brother Changfeng, you can see me at any time."

The two sat down in the woods.

In the past few days, with Zhang Yu officially appointed as the deputy hall master, the bigwigs of various halls in the Divine Religion had to take seriously this young man who was several generations younger than him, and they sent envoys one after another, either to make friends with him or to test him.

After dealing with several waves of people, he pushed the responsibility to Qiu Ping'an and went to hide in the woods.

Zhao Changfeng took out the object from his arms, wrapped it carefully with silk cloth, and handed it to Zhang Yu.

"This is?"

"The Right Envoy returned to Blackwood Cliff five days ago."

"Master Qu is back?"

"The Right Envoy stayed in the Zhuyan Courtyard for only one day before leaving."

Zhang Yu said with some emotion: "In recent years, the whereabouts of the music master have been erratic. I have only met him briefly twice. I have not had time to discuss some of the difficulties in music in detail."

When he untied the silk cloth, he found a musical score written by Qu Yang, the Mantra of Purifying the Heart and Universal Goodness.

"Did Master Qu leave any message?"

Zhao Changfeng shook his head and said, "No, he knew you were not in Blackwood Cliff, so he asked me to pass this thing to you, but... it seems that the Right Envoy does not intend to return to Blackwood Cliff."

Zhang Yu understood.

Qu Yang has decided to quit the world.

One reason was for Qu Feiyan who was suffering from a chronic illness.

The second reason is Liu Zhengfeng from Hengshan who shares the same ideals.

In today's world, Orthodox Christianity and theology are irreconcilable, and there are also many factions within both sides.

Amid mutual infighting, his friendship with Liu Zhengfeng would easily become the target of public criticism, and might even lead to the destruction of the family. These were all predictable.

"Brother Changfeng, you have outstanding martial arts and are a rare talent. It's a pity that you have wasted your time in the White Tiger Hall. The Dharma Protector Hall is in need of people. I have invited you to join Beiyuan before. What do you think?" Zhao Changfeng and Du Xiaochai are both in the White Tiger Hall. Although they have the title of incense master, they have no real power and are not taken seriously. In comparison, the Dharma Protector Hall has an extraordinary status and has produced many high-ranking members of the Divine Religion. In addition, their relationship with Zhang Yu makes the difference between the two paths self-evident.

Zhao Changfeng seemed to be hesitant and said, "Brother Zhang, I am naturally grateful for your invitation, but you also know that Du Xiaochai and I are both disciples of the Right Envoy. It would be bad to leave her alone in the White Tiger Hall without anyone to take care of her."

"Brother Changfeng, why don't you persuade Miss Du to join Beiyuan?"

"I've told her several times, but..."

"Just what? Brother Changfeng, please tell me clearly."

"Du Xiaochai has a condition, actually...it's also my idea."

Zhang Yu smiled and said, "Brother Changfeng, why are you so shy? As the old saying goes, a ruler chooses his subjects, and subjects choose their ruler. If you have any conditions, just tell us, and Xuehe Beiyuan will do its best to meet them."

Zhao Changfeng looked at Zhang Yu and said, "If one day Master Qu is in trouble, please help him, Brother Zhang."

He didn't know about Qu Yang's dangerous relationship with Liu Zhengfeng of the Hengshan Sect, but since he had joined the Divine Religion, especially holding the high position of Right Envoy of Light, he would have to suffer the consequences if he wanted to leave the religion.

Zhang Yu nodded and said, "Master Qu saved my life and taught me. If that day comes, I will not stand idly by."

Zhao Changfeng knelt on one knee when he heard this: "Zhao Changfeng greets you, sir."

Zhang Yu stood up, helped him up, and said with a smile: "With the help of Brother Changfeng, Xuehe Beiyuan is like having a pair of wings."

Zhao Changfeng is a martial artist who has reached perfection in the Qi Hai realm and practices the art of heavy sword. In the entire Beiyuan, except for the Blood Arhat, almost no one can contend with him. The joining of such a young and promising martial artist is a blessing for Beiyuan.

But there is another benefit that is difficult to state clearly.

Qu Yang has served as the hall master and the Right Envoy of Light in the sect for many years. He has many subordinates and has made many friends. Zhao Changfeng is a leading figure among them. With his loyalty, he can more or less win over a group of Qu Yang's former subordinates.

"Brother Changfeng, I have a secret mission and I'm worried that I don't have the right person to do it. I want to trouble you."

Zhao Changfeng quickly got into character and said, "Please speak, sir."

Zhang Yu looked at the fallen leaves in the forest, blowing in the wind, and said with a smile: "I would like to ask you and Du Xiaochai to leave immediately and head south to secretly monitor a family."

Zhao Changfeng asked: "Who?"

"This family should have some reputation in the world."

"Our ancestor, Lord Yuantu, was a great warrior. He used the 72-stroke sword technique to defeat both the black and white worlds and was invincible. That's how he founded the business."

"Now it's passed down to the grandchildren. The business under their command is stronger than that of their grandfather. The business is spread across ten provinces. After three generations of accumulation, they are extremely wealthy."

Zhang Yu spoke slowly, feeling a little heavy in his heart. After all, the bloody storm in the martial arts world started with the annihilation of this family, and he had no interest in upholding justice. Instead, he wanted to transform himself into a vulture and use his foresight to tear off the largest piece of meat from the rotten corpse.

Zhao Changfeng frowned in deep thought, but he could not remember any such force in the martial arts world. He could only helplessly say, "Changfeng is ignorant and unfamiliar with the martial arts world of the Southern Kingdom. I have never heard of this family. Please tell me clearly, sir."

Zhang Yu could only say, "Fuwei Escort Agency, Lin Zhennan."

Zhao Changfeng was stunned for a long while, and finally remembered the name from the corner of his memory. It was just an escort agency that could barely be considered a third-rate force.

"Sir, is there anything else you need to do besides surveillance?"

Zhao Changfeng was puzzled. Is it necessary to spend so much effort on such a small force?

Zhang Yu shook his head and said, "No need. You can go ahead and monitor secretly and collect information."

Zhao Changfeng took the order and left.

Although he was confused, since he had decided to join Beiyuan, it was his duty to obey orders.

　It's not water. These chapters are a literary drama, which must pave the way for the trip to the south of the Yangtze River. If you really find it boring, just skip it. For the completeness of the story, I feel that I have to write it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)