Chapter 351: Saint Aunt's Plan

Chapter 351: Saint Aunt's Plan

Chapter 351: Saint Aunt's Plan
"Donghu Lake is located east of the county town, with a circumference of ten miles. There is an island in the center of the lake, which is connected to the river." - "Yuzhang Ji"

In the dim light of morning, thousands of rows of green willows on Sugong Dike sway in the wind.

There is a piano table on the second floor of the painted boat.

The woman in the white dress used her slender hands to adjust the new music. She spread out a sheet of music next to the lyre. The music only used the five notes of gong, shang, jue, yu and zheng, and involved two instruments, the qin and the flute. In the first half of the chapter, the qin played the main role and the flute played the secondary role.

The second half of the chapter is just the opposite.

"The world is full of troubles, but the world is free and unfettered. I really envy Qu Youshi. He doesn't have to worry about worldly affairs anymore. He can spend time with his friends, enjoy the mountains and rivers, play the flute and the zither, and enjoy the family life. How happy is that?"

Lan Fenghuang held the scroll of Yuzhang Ji in her hand and sat on the round chair beside her. She smiled and said, "Saint, come back to Yunnan with me immediately. The Hundred Thousand Mountains and the Land of Colorful Clouds, the scenery of our Miao Border is no worse than that of the Central Plains!"

"Perhaps Qu Youshi also hopes that I will do the same, so he asked you to deliver this music score."

"How is Saint Auntie doing?"

"Swordsman, I am not very knowledgeable and I cannot understand it for the time being."

"Can't understand? I think you play it pretty well."

"It's just a form without soul."

It has nothing to do with skills, being the best in the world is a state of mind.

From a superficial point of view, it is necessary to break free from the shackles of grudges, honor and disgrace, fame and fortune. From a deeper point of view, it is to seek freedom of body and mind. No matter how deep or shallow, it is not something that Miss Ren can comprehend at this time.

Lan Fenghuang chuckled and said, "There is a form but no spirit. Zhang Yu also said something similar. You two are really a bit similar."

Ren Yingying asked, "You said he wrote the lyrics for this piece of music?"

"Yes, I remember a few of them... Up and down with the waves, only remember this day, the sky is laughing, the world is full of tides..."

"It seems that he will at least understand the charm of "Swordsman" earlier than me."

Ren Yingying smiled slightly, feeling that she had found a kindred spirit in her heart. When one is in the world, it is good to have two or three companions. Occasionally, when you look up, you will see that the other person is also on the road, which is a great comfort and prevents the best years of one's life from being left to be overgrown with weeds.

Previously, the only person regarded as a fellow traveler by the Saint Lady was Master Lan.

Now, maybe there can be one more person.

"I wanted to give him a small gift, but unfortunately, he was so focused on the old owl that the sparrow fluttered away."

"It's a strange thing. You took the initiative to give a man a gift. This is the first time I know of."

Ren Yingying loosened the strings of the zither, closed the copy of The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, and put the music score into the box.

"He might think that I used Qu Yang to scheme against him."

Lan Fenghuang asked with a smile: "Did the Saint Lady plot against him?"

Ren Yingying thought for a while before saying, "I don't really mean it."

Lan Fenghuang thought to herself, "That means it's true."

At this moment, more than a hundred black shadows suddenly appeared among the willow trees on Sugong Dike, as if they had emerged from the trees in an instant. The black-clad assassins surrounded the two men and slowly approached the pleasure boat. The white horse behind was threatened by the swords and became restless, emitting bursts of beast roars and neighs.

Lan Fenghuang said, "Here I come."

Ren Yingying's face was hidden under her hat and veil, and it was impossible to tell whether she was happy or angry, and her voice was cold.

"I arrived at Nanchang Prefecture at 3 pm yesterday and came to visit you today!"

Lan Fenghuang smiled and said, "It seems that there is resentment."

"That's fine. He's a smart man and knows what to choose."

Lan Fenghuang asked, "What if he acts on impulse?"

"You know, I never force anyone."

Lan Fenghuang certainly knew that the methods of her close friend were subtle and silent. He always showed kindness first and then made others desperate and willingly surrender.

"Let Deputy Hall Master Zhang board the ship!"

The sword maid walked to the bow and waved a red flag. The black-clad assassins retreated instantly and hid again in the willow forest of Sugong Dike. Only then were the two able to get close to the painting studio. The black-clad assassins were only the first key on the surface.

Unlike the first time he boarded the pleasure boat, this time it was done overtly and covertly, with tight guards.

As soon as Zhang Yu stepped onto the deck, he felt a murderous aura. In the rows of rooms, there were shadowy figures and flashing cold lights. Ren Woxing had been the leader of the sect for decades, but his throne was taken away from him. However, the inheritance he left to his daughter was still abundant.

"Zhang Yu comes to pay respect to the Saint Aunt."

Zhang Yu raised his hand to salute. The two were only ten steps apart. The woman in the white dress was sitting behind the piano table. She saw him and nodded slightly.

"Brother Zhang, we meet again."

Lan Fenghuang smiled before she said anything and greeted him warmly.

Zhang Yu bowed and said, "Master Lan."

Lan Fenghuang looked resentful, took his hand, and said angrily: "It's been a while since we last met, and Brother Zhang and I have become estranged."

Ren Yingying stood up from the piano stool, walked slowly over, and looked at Du Xiaochai: "Who is this girl?"

"I am Du Xiaochai, a subordinate of Xuehe Beiyuan, and I am here to meet the Saint Lady."

Du Xiaochai knelt on one knee and greeted Ren Yingying according to the etiquette of the religion.

"Your Qi and blood are condensed, and your breathing is irregular. Fortunately, you have the protection of an expert, so your foundation is not damaged. You have internal injuries, so you don't need to salute."

Du Xiaochai stood up and said, "Thank you, Saint Aunt. I was injured by Yu Canghai of Qingcheng Sect. Thank you for your help, Saint Aunt."

Du Xiaochai deliberately did not follow Ren Yingying's words and said that it was Zhang Yu who used his true energy to protect her, in order to weaken the connection between the two. Even if Miss Ren wanted to repay the favor, she would have to accept the consequences.

"Doctor Ping went back to Luoyang to attend the funeral and left a few days ago. Fortunately, Sect Leader Lan is also a great doctor, especially good at healing internal injuries. Sister, please help me clear Xiaochai's meridians. If you need any medicine, just write a note and go to the storehouse of Suzaku Hall to get it."

Lan Fenghuang smiled and nodded.

Ren Yingying did not mention Zhang Yu, apparently only out of concern for Du Xiaochai.

But everyone knew that Du Xiaochai only held an honorary title of incense master. The followers of this position were not direct descendants of the Ren family. On weekdays, they could only kneel from afar to greet the Saint Lady. They did not even have the qualifications to speak, let alone receive medical treatment or medicine.

Du Xiaochai said: "I thank Saint Aunt and Master Lan for their kindness."

Lan Fenghuang put her hand on her pulse and said with a smile: "Sister Xiaochai, let's go to the room and talk."

Du Xiaochai glanced at Zhang Yu, and when he nodded, she followed Lan Fenghuang into the cabin.

This two-storey pleasure boat is not as good as the Green Bird and Yellow Dragon of the Ning Mansion Navy, but it also has its own unique features. It has two floors, more than ten rooms, and can accommodate a hundred people. It has a study, pharmacy, piano room, and bedroom.

Only Ren Yingying and Zhang Yu were left on the deck.

"Deputy Hall Master Zhang, please take a seat."

Zhang Yu sat down on the round chair, looked at Su Gongdi and said, "Saint Aunt, what a big show! I thought there was going to be a fight."

"It's time to prepare for a fight!"

Ren Yingying is a woman of many talents and her words rarely come down to the point, so it is surprising that her words were so powerful.

"Who is the Saint Lady going to fight?"

Ren Yingying stood up and waved her hand. The guards and sword maids on the other side of the deck also retreated. "I wanted to give you a small gift, but something unexpected happened. Now I want to change it to a big secret."

"The big secret?"

Zhang Yu looked at Miss Ren, who didn't look like she was hiding a big secret.

Ren Yingying also noticed the meaning in his eyes and angrily said, "What are you looking at!"

Zhang Yu retracted his gaze and said with a smile: "The Saint's big secret... please tell me."

"Humph!"

Ren Yingying knew that Zhang Yu was angry and was being rude on purpose, but she didn't take it to heart. As the sea can accommodate all rivers and is great because of its tolerance, she was able to intimidate the heroes and gain the support of a large number of followers and wanderers in the martial arts world. Naturally, she had the mind to convince men.

"I have a friend who has been with Yang Lianting for a long time, but he has never been used. He was responsible for carrying out two extremely dangerous assassinations in the forest. I actually got the news in advance, but I didn't make any arrangements."

Zhang Yu looked at the lake, which was calm and undisturbed. He was secretly shocked. He wondered what else could a man so cruel to him not do?

"That friend of the Saint Lady has a more important mission, right?"

"That's right. I told him to just keep an eye on the Eastern Patriarch."

Zhang Yu stood up with his sword in hand and said in a cold voice: "Spying on the leader is treasonous. Aren't you afraid that I will report it to Blackwood Cliff?"

Ren Yingying chuckled and slowly walked towards Zhang Yu.

"Do you dare to go back to Blackwood Cliff now?"

"Colluding with traitors and opposing the Dharma Protectorate, which crime is greater, yours or mine?"

"I know that you have been helped by Dongfang Bubai, but what he can give you, I can give you, and what he can't give you, I can also give you!"

"With your merits and talents, a mere deputy hall master position is nothing to worry about. Whether it's hall master, left or right light messengers, or even the deputy leader position, I can let you choose."

The two were only three steps apart. The Saint Lady was half a head shorter, but her aura was not weaker at all.

Zhang Yu could feel the woman's ambition even through the veil. Such a person would probably be the second Dongfang Bubai. It was strange that she was willing to retire from swordplay and live in seclusion in West Lake for Linghu Chong.

"A thousand plans are not as good as force. Can you deal with the Eastern Sect Leader?"

When Ren Yingying heard him ask this, she felt that Zhang Yu was moved. Yes, he had no way out. Except for standing with her, he would face a dead end. Now all he needed to do was to dispel his fear of Dongfang Bubai.

"That involves the secret."

"tell me the story."

"The one sitting in Chengde Hall now is a fake..."

Zhang Yu chuckled and said, "Your secret is not big enough!"

The Eastern Sect Leader often practiced in seclusion. In order to avoid repeating the mistakes of the Ren Sect Leader and not wanting the newcomer to establish his prestige, he found a substitute to sit in the temple on his behalf. Although this matter was kept secret, it was still circulated among the high-ranking members of the Divine Sect.

"The real leader went astray while practicing, and the fake one became disloyal. Dongfang Bubai is not at Blackwood Cliff at this moment, and the string in his hand is about to break. The kite is ready to take off alone. He finds Yang Lianting and Di Baiying to discuss cooperation. Guess who agreed?"

This was something Zhang Yu didn't know. No wonder Ren Yingying was so fearless.

"Is it Di Baiying?"

Ren Yingying nodded and said, "Yang Lianting is still hesitating, but Di Baiying has agreed!"

"Di Baiying has great ambitions."

Zhang Yujiu had been running around in the martial arts world for a long time, and he only knew that on the Black Wood Cliff, several groups of people were fighting fiercely. If it weren't for the suppression of the Eastern Sect Leader, they would have started fighting each other long ago. If what Ren Yingying said was true, the Sun and Moon Sect would probably be facing a great chaos.

"The fake leader, Yang Lianting, Di Baiying, and even Tong Baixiong, in the final analysis, they were either promoted by Dongfang Bubai, or they stood opposite the Ren family twelve years ago."

"During this time of chaos, they naturally have reasons to first wipe out the remnants of the previous dynasty. Too much blood was shed back then. If Ren Yingying doesn't want to settle accounts with them, how could those former subordinates who had their families destroyed and their clans exterminated because of following her agree to that?"

"The hand that Ren Yingying chose to break the impasse was the Dharma Protector Hall, which had the leader's sword and great power."

Today, the divisions within the Divine Religion have become clear. Although it seems to be calm, it has become a powder keg due to the hidden dangers twelve years ago and Dongfang Bubai's neglect of religious affairs in recent years.

Zhang Yu suddenly understood why the Eastern Sect Leader wanted to support Yang Lianting and sit in the Chengde Hall.

He then asked, "What if the Eastern Patriarch comes back?"

Ren Yingying smiled and said, "No matter how powerful the fake leader's martial arts are, can he deal with 30,000 followers and masters like Yun Yun and fight on Black Wood Cliff?"

"Fake leader? When the fake becomes real, the real becomes fake. In this case, the Eastern leader becomes a substitute?"

At this point, Ren Yingying's ambition was completely revealed—she wanted to be the leader!

On the Sugong Dike, the thousands of green willows were planted in a very orderly manner, in horizontal and vertical patterns, hiding weapons and armor. It was only today that Zhang Yu truly experienced the great plans in Ren Yingying's mind.

She was not a lady playing the piano in the boudoir, but Miss Ren, who became the Holy Lady of the Divine Religion at the age of eight and could not be overwhelmed by countless swords and sabers.

"Please tell me what to do!"

"You finally agreed."

Ren Yingying smiled slightly. She had spent so much time talking just waiting for this sentence.

"Prince Lu has arrived in Nanchang Prefecture."

She picked up the lyre and turned it over. On the back was the seal of "Luguo Shizang" and next to it were three small characters - Shuilongyin.

"Tomorrow at noon, Prince Ning will host a banquet for him and Di Baiying at the Xinghua Tower. No one from the Dharma Protector Hall will go to the island."

Zhang Yu once borrowed Liu Zhengfeng's zither. There were only four words on the back: 'Luguo Shichuan'. It seemed that this Shuilongyin was of higher quality. He could not recognize the materials used at first, but he felt that it had a unique temperament and the essence of water was like a river.

"There is a zither player beside Prince Lu. You disguise yourself as him and follow Prince Lu upstairs to perform."

"Di Baiying comes from an aristocratic family. He is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. During the banquet, Prince Lu will also invite him to perform."

"Prince Lu will order you to hand the zither over to Di Baiying, and then you will..."

Ren Yingying stretched out two fingers and pressed on the word "water". There was a movable message there, and the square sank inwards. At the same time, something popped out from the side of the head of the zither. In just a moment, she held it in her hand, took two steps forward, and pressed it against Zhang Yu's neck.

"Seal the throat with one sword!"

The short sword had a one-foot-long blade made of star sand. It was as thin as a cicada's wing, but extremely sharp and solid, with a faint blue glow on the edge. The hilt was plain, a piece of wood, which fit perfectly with the lyre. From the outside, it looked almost seamless.

"A sword is hidden in the zither. So this is the Water Dragon Song."

"The sword is tempered with a strange poison from the Miao region. Even an expert at the Xiantian realm won't be able to resist it for long!"

Ren Yingying inserted the dagger back into the lyre, and the lyre was transformed from a killing weapon back into a musical instrument.

"You can practice more often to avoid cutting your hands."

"The Saint Lady really has a thorough plan. I guess that Prince Lu is also your man?"

"Don't worry about it. Prince Lu will naturally cooperate with you. After the assassination, Prince Lu will not protect you. You must escape on your own. There will be a boat from the Vermillion Bird Hall outside the Xinghua Tower to pick you up. With your martial arts skills, it will not be difficult to escape."

He is well versed in music, has great martial arts skills, and has sufficient reasons to risk his life to assassinate a great master of the Innate Realm. He is the most suitable candidate. If he succeeds, Ren Yingying will benefit the most. If he fails, the assassin will only lose his life.

Zhang Yu took the Shui Long Yin and looked at the woman in the white dress: "After this is done, I want to be the head of the Dharma Protector Hall!"

"as you wish."

(End of this chapter)