Chapter 229 True and False Leader
Chapter 229 True and False Leader
Behind the Chengde Hall, there is a corridor a hundred steps long, and every few steps there is a pot of wood lotus.
The common Magnolia is lush and tall, up to five or six meters high, with wood as its base. Its flowers are shaped like lotus and are the size of a bowl.
The plants on both sides of the corridor have obviously been specially cultivated.
They look similar.
However, each plant was only five or six feet tall, and looked like emerald glass. Although the flowers were small and delicate, for some reason, they exuded a sickly aura. Manager Yang liked them very much and rewarded the craftsman who cultivated this dwarf magnolia.
"Master, please have another drink."
"Today we have wine... today we are drunk, tomorrow we will worry about tomorrow..."
"The leader is really amazing, the leader has great literary talent..."
"The leader is a martial arts master, a hero respected by everyone in the martial arts world. How could he be worried?"
At the end of the corridor, there is a large garden, surrounded by ancient trees on all sides. This world is colorful, with birds singing and flowers blooming. There is a large pavilion in the garden with the words "Xiao Yao Chang Zai" clearly engraved on it. There are six vermilion lacquered pillars with bamboo curtains hanging between them. The pavilion cover is like an open canopy. Several pretty female disciples of the Divine Religion are nestled beside the man, drinking and having fun.
Sixteen purple-robed guards stood outside the pavilion.
"It just so happens that Manager Yang is here. Go ask him what this leader is worried about."
The four women in red and green seemed very scared when they saw Yang Lianting. They got up from the leader, put down their wine cups, straightened their messy clothes, and stood by with their hands hanging down.
When the man saw Yang Lianting standing outside the pavilion, he sneered and slammed the white jade wine glass heavily on the table.
"Yang Lianting, have you forgotten the rules of the Divine Religion? Why are you not bowing?"
Yang Lianting's eyes turned slightly cold. He lifted up his robe and knelt down outside the pavilion.
"I am Yang Lianting, the chief steward of the Internal Affairs Department, and I pay my respects to the wise and virtuous Saint Master."
The leader was about thirty years old, with a fair face and beautiful eyebrows. He had a slightly hoarse voice, and wore a purple robe and a crown on his head. After drinking three cups by himself, he glanced coldly at Yang Lianting who was still kneeling, chuckled, and softened his tone.
"Manager Yang has worked hard and made great contributions. Stop kneeling and stand up!"
"Thank you, Holy Master!"
Yang Lianting walked into Xiaoyao Pavilion and bowed, saying, "I have something important to report. Please ask the Master to dismiss the attendants."
"They are my family members and confidants. We are together day and night and keep each other company all the time. What important matters does Manager Yang have to hide from them?"
Yang Lianting said in a deep voice: "Master, this is a serious matter!"
Upon hearing this, the purple-robed leader waved his hand and withdrew the four female disciples and sixteen guards.
"Manager Yang, if you have anything to say, you can tell me now."
Yang Lianting saw the backs of the men and women disappearing at the end of the corridor, and he turned around.
"Master, please look."
Lift up your sleeves, extend your right palm, and put your five fingers together.
"What do you want me to see? Is there something written on your palm?"
The purple-robed leader squinted his eyes; the sunlight was dazzling and he could not see clearly.
Yang Lianting took two steps forward and put his palm under the other person's eyelids.
"Look again!"
"Nothing?"
The purple-robed leader was just wondering when a palm wind blew on his face. With a "slap", his vision went dark and stars appeared in his head. He was slapped hard and his head felt like it was stuffed with a hundred bees, buzzing non-stop. He covered the swollen half of his face and looked at Yang Lianting in disbelief.
"Do you really think you are the leader of the East?"
Yang Lianting sat down slowly on the stone chair, looked at the half-empty golden cup of wine, and a sneer of contempt appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Please forgive me, Grand Steward. I am only following orders."
The purple-robed leader stood up quickly, with a flattering smile on his face. The arrogance he had forced himself to show was slapped to nothing in the blink of an eye, just like a eunuch pretending to be the emperor, who was exposed in front of the powerful minister. "Fakes are good things, but unfortunately, no matter how similar they look, they can never be real."
Yang Lianting took a look at the appearance that was about 60% similar to the Eastern Patriarch, but not at all similar in spirit. He picked up a jade bowl from the table, grasped the bottom of the bowl with five fingers, and turned it around to observe.
"Besides...it's easy to break. No one will feel bad if it breaks. You can just replace it with another one."
The five fingers loosened, and the jade bowl fell to the ground, breaking into pieces.
"do you understand?"
The purple-robed leader nodded like a pheasant pecking at rice: "I understand, I understand. If you want to be rich and prosperous in Blackwood Cliff for a long time, you must not only listen to the orders of the Eastern Leader, but also listen to the words of Yang Zongguan. Otherwise, you will be like this jade bowl, which will be smashed to pieces with a snap."
Yang Lianting chuckled and said, "You are quite clever."
The purple-robed leader took two steps forward, pulled Yang Lianting's sleeve, and leaned against him, with an extremely intimate attitude. He was obviously a man with a rough voice, but he deliberately raised his voice and whispered, "I still need to ask Yang, the chief steward, for more advice."
Yang Lianting did not comment, and sneered, "Why did you recall Miss Ren?"
"Manager Yang, you... you know, this is the leader's intention, and it has nothing to do with me."
Yang Lianting stared at him and asked, "How did the leader bypass me and send you a message?"
The purple-robed man shook his head and said, "I don't know either."
Yang Lianting obviously didn't believe it: "You don't know? How could you not know?"
The purple-robed man said quickly, "The Eastern Sect Leader always used a page from the Zizhi Tongjian as a letter to pass on his orders. I don't know martial arts, so sometimes when I wake up, I see the Sect Leader's handwritten letter next to my pillow, and I don't even know anyone has been there."
Yang Lianting asked: "You mean, that person is right next to you?"
The purple-robed man whispered, "I don't know, and I don't dare to find out."
Yang Lianting understood his feelings. Although the Eastern Sect Leader was not in Heimu Cliff all year round and only came back occasionally, he seemed to have many eyes on him. He knew everything that happened in the sect, including Pingding City, Heimu Cliff, and Chengde Hall.
"Did the Eastern Patriarch tell you where she is in the message he sent you?"
"No, but... I guess the Eastern Sect Leader is in the south."
"tell me the story."
"The last time the Eastern Patriarch issued his warrant, he used a page from the Zizhi Tongjian, which should have been engraved and printed by the Shigu Bookstore."
"Shigu Bookstore? Are you saying that the Eastern Sect Leader is very likely to have gone to Sanxiang?"
The purple robed man said, "General Manager, I am just guessing."
Yang Lianting suddenly asked: "What do you think the leader is doing?"
The purple-robed man was slightly stunned: "General Manager, isn't this what you asked me?"
Yang Lianting sneered: "But before I asked you, you had already checked that edition of Zizhi Tongjian."
The purple robed man said, "I am just curious."
Yang Lianting slowly stood up, grabbed his collar and warned him coldly.
"You'd better not have any ill intentions towards the Eastern Patriarch, otherwise I will be the first one to not let you go."
"Don't worry, sir. I dare not say anything."
Yang Lianting was born as a flag owner and rose to a high position suddenly. His martial arts skills were not very high, but after all, he had fought with real swords and guns, and his strength was not weaker than that of an ordinary warrior in the early stage of the Armor-Breaking Realm, while his opponent was like a scholar who was powerless.
"Go slowly, Chief Steward. Come often, Chief Steward."
The purple-robed leader looked at Yang Lianting's leaving back, slowly sat back in the pavilion, and looked at the broken jade on the ground, seemingly thinking about something.
He chuckled and sang in a low voice with his throat pinched: "When the false is made to appear true, the true becomes false; when there is nothing, there is something and there is nothing..."
"Who says fake can't become true?"
(End of this chapter)