Famous in the Jianghu [Comprehensive Martial Arts]

"Excessive words." Yu Luocha didn't believe it or not, she leaned back and let herself sink into the soft backrest behind her.

The carriage stopped in front of a house, and Ye Cenqiu and the others temporarily stayed in this city.

He is waiting.

Ye Cenqiu's order was passed on, Wang Chuan went through that round of clean-up, and those who remained were naturally obedient and obedient.

Soon, people in various areas where the situation was serious set up porridge sheds outside the city.

After doing practical things, coupled with Wang Chuan's deliberate propaganda, Wang Chuan's good reputation spread throughout Dazhao in a short period of time.

At the same time, what people are familiar with is that the major cases that have not been solved for many years are all committed by an organization called "Invisible Man".

......

Behind a pink and white peach grove, there is a green and calm lake hidden. The lake water is extremely clear. When the breeze blows and the petals fall in the lake, there are clear and shallow ripples on the water surface.

There is an exquisite water pavilion on the lake, which is connected to the shore by a winding plank road. The base of the water pavilion is erected two feet above the lake surface.

The breeze blows, brings the fragrance of flowers, and blows the veil.

The melodious and euphemistic singing voice floated from the water pavilion.

The performer was a well-known local Kunqu opera troupe. I saw Hua Dan in the field with a graceful figure, holding flowers with her hands, and a pair of watery eyes winkingly glanced at the two young masters sitting in front of her watching the opera.

In front of the desk in front of Yu Luocha are fine wines and fruits, and he is lazily leaning on the soft bed to listen to the opera.

Although Ye Cenqiu on the side was sitting, his back was not as straight as usual, but he was sitting in a slightly slack posture.

Someone came through the small peach grove outside the waterside pavilion.

"The Landlord"

It was Gao Jingkang who came.

"This is the latest news." He handed Ye Cenqiu a prepared pamphlet.

Yu Luocha raised her eyes and glanced at who was coming, then looked away in disinterest.

Ye Cenqiu took the booklet, opened it and read it.

Gao Jingkang stood quietly aside while he was watching.

As for the troupe, I still can't hear what they are talking about.

After closing the booklet, Ye Cenqiu tucked it into his sleeve.

One month has passed since the auction, and those corpses have all been sent back to where they should go.Even the two corpses from the imperial court were delivered to the emperor a few days ago.

The people under his command were indeed concealed and were not discovered. The entire court knew that there were no more than ten corpses in those two sentences.

So far, there has been no news of this matter from the court.

He could warn, even slightly threaten the little emperor, but he couldn't show the little emperor's face in public.

If he doesn't want to offend the Ruthless Emperor.

In addition to the two corpses, what he sent to the little emperor also included a letter describing what the invisible man had done over the years. What they did in that letter clearly showed their ambition.

The Invisible Man is Wu Ming's organization. He taught Gong Jiu and accumulated power and wealth.Nowadays, there are few royal heirs. It can be said that as long as the little emperor dies, the successor must be Gong Jiu, the son of Prince Taiping.

He asked people to quietly send the body to the little emperor, firstly as a warning, and secondly to remind him that it is not so difficult to take his life.

But compared to Wang Chuan, Wu Ming, who had clearly shown his purpose, would be more feared by the little emperor.

Royal Palace.

Royal study.

The tall and straight young man in a red official uniform was led in by a young eunuch.

"My humble minister Zhuge is correcting me, I have seen the Holy Master..." The young man went in and wanted to worship, but the little emperor stopped him when he saw this.

"You don't need to be too polite, Aiqing is free."

The little eunuch who led people in was still bending over and standing by the side, the little emperor frowned and looked around.

Immediately, the chief eunuch who had just been brought up next to him understood what he meant, and led the eunuchs and maids in the imperial study to retreat.

"Your Majesty." Seeing the people retreat, Zhuge Zhengwo took out a folder from his sleeve and handed it to the little emperor with both hands, "I have found it, it is indeed true."

As he said so, his upright and handsome face was full of seriousness.

The little emperor took it, opened it and looked at it.

Although the letter was indeed written in great detail, he was the emperor, and he couldn't just believe one side of the story, so he asked Zhuge Zheng and me to check it according to what was written on the envelope.

After a while, he closed the notebook, his expression unchanged.

"Does King Taiping know about this?" he asked.

Zhuge Zhengwo frowned and murmured: "What Ju Weichen found out, he probably didn't know about it."

The little emperor didn't speak, just nodded, turned around and sat down.

"Aiqing, look." He said, "There are so many people in this world who want to be under me."

At this time, Zhuge Zhengwo, as a courtier, was not good at commenting, so he just bowed his head and remained silent.

After an unknown amount of time, he heard the young emperor say, "Let someone go invite the landlord."

With his drooping eyes slightly closed, Zhuge Zheng me whispered: "Yes."

......

Water Pavilion.

The play didn't stop.

Xia Yiwu violated the ban. Not long ago, a county magistrate nearby heard that he was murdered by a Jianghu man.

That Jianghu man was extremely arrogant. After killing someone, he hung him in the courtroom, and wrote a line of words in blood, criticizing what the county magistrate had done.

Although the county magistrate should be killed.

After all, he withheld relief money, but killed countless people.

But a country naturally has a country's laws, and his actions are undoubtedly provoking the majesty of the court.

This is part of the reason why the little emperor wanted to clear the martial arts world.

"How can you allow others to sleep soundly on the side of the couch." Ye Cenqiu poured himself a glass of wine with downcast eyes.

Even though Wang Chuan helped the battle at Yanmen Pass, he has been very arrogant in the past year.

What's more, let alone his publicity among the people for the sake of his fame.

A sect of the rivers and lakes has such a great reputation among the people that no emperor can bear it.

Jiang Nanyue and those undercover agents didn't necessarily want to kill him, but they were always vigilant and testing Wang Chuan.

Probe and test, after all, his reputation is almost enough.

Ye Cenqiu picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp.

......

In any better tavern and tea house, in order to improve the business, a storyteller will be invited to tell stories in the store, and during this period, the most stories told by the storyteller are about an organization called "The Invisible Man".

"If you talk about this organization, it's not so powerful." Mr. Storyteller sat up straight, looked around at the guests whose eyes fell on him, and said with a smile: "Everyone should know the landlord of Wangchuan, right?"

After asking this question, Mr. Storyteller paused, as if he was waiting for their answer.

The people present also joined in, among them, Yang Laosan likes to come to this teahouse when he is free, order a bowl of tea for two cents, and then listen to the story of an hour.

So he immediately replied: "Of course I know, that big man sent more than a dozen carts of grain and grass to the border, and even built porridge sheds for some disaster-stricken areas. He is a very good big man."

As he said that, Yang Laosan felt the gazes of people around him falling on him. He had never been so focused on him before, and he couldn't help but feel a little bit secretly happy, and then said: "Not only that, but he is also very powerful in martial arts, and has killed many people. Kill innocent people indiscriminately."

"Yang Laosan, when did you know so many things?" Someone joked, obviously he knew Yang Laosan.

Seeing an acquaintance, Yang Laosan blushed, scratched his head in embarrassment, and said, "Of course you'll know after you've heard a lot."

"That's right." The storyteller smiled after listening to Yang Laosan's words, "I told the story of this Wangchuan landlord before."

"Well, if you want to come, you still remember, I said that this landlord is the legendary grand master."

"Remember, remember." Someone couldn't wait any longer, and urged, "Storyteller, don't be a fool, tell me quickly."

"Okay, since everyone remembers, I will continue." The storyteller said, "The founder of this organization is also a great master."

"Also a great master?" Someone exclaimed.

They have heard the stories told by storytellers, and they naturally understand how rare the Great Master is.

As ordinary people, those who have a little practice in martial arts can easily kill them, and in their eyes, this great master is almost like those land gods who ascended in the daytime.

But now the storyteller actually said that there is another such land god, or is it a person with a vicious mind that is completely different from that Wangchuan landlord?

"Yes, he is also a great master." The storyteller confirmed what he said before.

Hearing Mr. Storyteller's affirmation, even if someone worried: "The master of Wangchuan is a hero, but the master of the 'Invisible Man' is a villain who kills people and steals people's money. He is so powerful. Could it be that no one can cure him?"

When the others heard this, they looked at each other a few times.

At this time, the landlord Wangchuan mentioned just now can't help but be remembered by others.

"Isn't the master of Wangchuan also a great master?" someone asked.

"That's right." Someone nodded, "It's also a grand master, I think that landlord must be stronger than this villain."

Seeing other people talking, Yang Laosan also said: "The landlord of Wangchuan has killed so many innocent people indiscriminately before, and this time such a villain will definitely not let him go."

The storyteller really saw Yang Laosan this time, he looked at Yang Laosan's honest appearance and smiled secretly in his heart.

Someone asked Mr. Storyteller: "Sir, you are a storyteller, do you think that Wangchuan landlord will make a move?"

"This one—" the storyteller drew his voice, whetted their appetites, and then said with a smile, "I'll talk about it next time."

After saying this sentence, Mr. Storyteller ignored the noise of other people, and drank the tea in the teacup at hand.

Not far away, the waiter in the shop who was fascinated by the story suddenly reacted when he heard the sound of the storyteller putting down the teacup, and picked up the teapot to refill him.

He was invited to the teahouse to tell stories, and the tea was naturally free.

"No need." The storyteller smiled and put his palm on top of the teacup, rejecting the waiter's gesture of pouring tea.

"It's time for storytelling today, and I'm going home too." The storyteller stood up as he spoke, wrapped a plate of snacks on the side with one hand and put them into his sleeves.

"Why is it time?" Someone heard the storyteller's words and couldn't help but sigh.

Although they are ordinary people, people in the world always yearn for those magnificent rivers and lakes that are full of love and hatred. They can't get in touch with that rivers and lakes, but they can know from the mouths of these storytellers that listening to these stories, they always have something to say. A sense of being part of it.