Obsession [Quick Transmigration]

Yan Shujie had heard from Jiang Mu before that they were going to the Western Regions to obtain poisonous flowers as medicine to cure Master De Ning's old illness. He was very interested in this and wanted to go with him.However, there are many affairs on his body, the Zhao family's bodyguard bureau is in trouble, and the imperial court has urgently recruited the core members of the Six Doors back, Yan Jieshu can only reluctantly bid farewell.

But before he left, he kindly recommended a friend of his to Jiang Mu, saying that he was a businessman in the Western Regions and had a huge network of contacts, so he could provide some help in picking poisonous flowers, and it could be regarded as doing his best for Master De Ning.

At this point, Jiang Mu and his wife were separated from the son of luck.

His mission has nothing to do with Yan Jieshu, but he knows that suffering is always indispensable as a child of luck, maybe it will be difficult to return to the court this time.Jiang Mu didn't dislike this person, and it was rare that he had a good eye, so he gave him a small kit, saying that he would open it when he was in trouble, and the things inside could help him avoid disaster.

Yan Jieshu pinched the little bag, looked left and right, and finally put it back in his cuffs honestly, everyone said respectfully, and ran in the opposite direction.

"What's in the kit?" Xuan Ying asked, glancing at Yan Jieshu's receding back.

When he seldom asked actively, Jiang Mu turned his head to look at him: "Curious, master?"

"I'm a little curious. I heard that there were capable people in ancient times who knew the past and the present. They saw through the secrets with their eyes and blessed and taught people to take refuge. I didn't expect to see them today."

Facing Xuan Ying's question, Jiang Mu didn't explain or refute, but just answered lightly: "Since it's a secret, it won't work if you say it."

Xuan Ying understood it, clasped his hands together and said softly to Amitabha, "That should be the case, the poor monk has overstepped."

He stopped asking again, Jiang Mu suddenly changed the subject: "What does the master think of 'Xu'?"

"Which aspect does Benefactor Jiang refer to?"

"every aspect."

It's been a long time since they had a conversation like this, and it was said to be small talk, but there was always a lingering sense of deliberation and alienation, as if they had returned to the way they first met.

Xuan Ying lowered her eyes and thought, Jiang Muan looked at him quietly.

After a while, he said: "A person lives up to his name."

Jiang Mu: "Oh?"

Xuan Ying frowned slightly: "Illusion, not reality. There are many mists, and they are good at deceiving people's hearts. The things they create are like mirages, and they are vulnerable to brute force."

Jiang Mu turned around, got on his horse and said, "Really, I think they are more cunning and easy to hide."

Xuan Ying smiled lightly and turned over to the other horse.

Regarding the case of the Zhao Family Escort Bureau, Six Doors will definitely not let go of the "virtual" organization involved in it, but each of the three cases before them seems so absurd, and people can't help but start to panic for a while. How powerful is that organization?When did you have such power?What are they trying to do?Will it endanger the dynasty?

Yan Jieshu also started to panic, but after Jiang Mu went to "Shangcheng" together, that panic gradually disappeared. After investigation and investigation, what Shi Liu said was not completely true. The demise is not an accidental work of "Xu" on a whim, but a well-planned demise.

The "Shangcheng" that was hit hard by the martial arts and the imperial court in the early years has already been seriously injured, and it may be riddled with holes in the invisible dark side, and the behind-the-scenes pushers may not be just Liuyi, "virtual" good Bewitching, scheming, hiding, one trap after another, layer after layer of conspiracy,

The false shell is just a veil covering the original truth.

In other words, "xu" is not as powerful as imagined, but the internal hierarchy is strict. Jiang Mu thought about the puppets on Cheng's island, and they are also superficial things. He touched the portrait in the bag on his back, This is one of the evidences sorted out by the six doors in the Zhao family case, which is the portrait obtained by Shi Liu.

There is nothing wrong with this portrait after careful inspection, because no clues about "Xu" can be investigated, and it is not even as useful as the remains of the old site of "Shangcheng". Pulled out the portrait and gave it to him.

Jiang Mu pulled out the thing and threw it to Xuan Ying on the other horse, who caught it firmly and looked at him indifferently.

"what happened?"

Jiang Mu changed his clothes in a rare way today. He looked fresh and neat in the green clothes, but unfortunately, his forever pale face and deep eyes still looked so unapproachable, with a stern and cold manner, not like ordinary people.

"Master, what do you think of this painting?"

Xuanying had seen the painting, but now he just put it back in the bag hanging aside, he said: "The poor monk thinks the painting is very good."

Jiang Mudao: "I also think it's good. This painting skill is beyond the reach of ordinary people. Whether it's splashing ink or the delicacy of expression, it's all superb. I just don't know which capable person in "Xu" made it. , Unfortunately, I don’t know many people here.”

Xuan Ying looked over indifferently: "Benefactor Jiang seems to have something in his words."

Jiang Mudao: "I still remember the master's 58 first-class feats in the Buddha Sect assessment. I think he is proficient in all aspects of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but I have never seen the master paint. It's a pity."

"A trivial matter is nothing to be concerned about."

Jiang Mu then asked: "What does the master like to paint on weekdays?"

"I love painting landscapes, flowers and birds."

"Don't draw people?"

"No painting."

"Why?"

"Human nature is complicated, and the poor monk can't figure it out, so he simply doesn't paint."

"That's a pity."

"What a pity?"

"It's a pity that the master is talented, I can't see it."

"Oh? Donor Jiang wants poor monks to paint people?"

Jiang Mu nodded: "Yes, I hope, why not paint me like the master?"

Master Xuanying of the Fozong never draws people. It is an open secret. There has been no exception for so many years, and no one has ever dared to ask for it. But now he just smiled lightly without any displeasure: "In this case, the poor monk You may be making a fool of yourself, if pen and ink can't describe your demeanor, don't go to the Buddhist sect and smash the signboard of the poor monk."

Jiang Mu approached on horseback, and pulled out the painting with one hand.

"Would it? I think this painting is pretty good. The master shouldn't be worse than this, right?"

Xuan Ying turned her head to look at him, the two of them were very close, but seemed far away: "I always look at this painting, do you like this?"

Jiang Mudao: "The painter put his heart into it, so I naturally like it."

"The poor monk must feel a lot of pressure. If the painting makes you feel disgusted, it is the poor monk's fault."

"Since that's the case, let's owe it first," Jiang Mu shook the scroll in his hand, "I'll take this as your painting."

Hearing this, Xuan Ying suddenly laughed out loud, her eyes full of helplessness: "That's fine."

But Jiang Mu shook his head: "No, if you draw it, I will..."

He didn't say anything more, as if he had stopped.

The two walked along the official road one after the other, Xuan Ying looked at his back, the other was as thin as a long-term sick person, but who would have thought that such a person would have such strength.

"Why did Benefactor Jiang come to the state?" After a long silence, he asked.

Jiang Mu walked in front without turning his head: "For one person."

The pupils in Xuanying's eyes moved slightly, but her voice was as calm as ever: "Who is it?"

The man in front stopped his horse, turned sideways, and looked at him quietly with deep eyes.

"you."

Xuan Ying also looked at him quietly, after a while.

"Well, it's an honor."