nycdaug Chapter 571 Ge Mingsheng is in danger
Chapter 571 Ge Mingsheng is in danger
The endless forms unfolded instantly, and the future of the old man before him appeared in his divine consciousness.
They will most likely die of old age, or perhaps from illness, or from an accident. A small minority may encounter other cultivators and become among those slaughtered in the future.
Very normal.
In the midst of chaos, this small village has a high probability of surviving the calamity and remaining peaceful; it could even be considered lucky.
Furthermore, this endless phenomenon proves that my investigation of the chaotic spiritual energy in this place will not bring misfortune or disaster to this village.
Zhu Wuyao circled around many times and was able to confirm that this was the place where the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was most unusual.
But there's no indication of what's going on, neither in the surrounding area nor in the future of the local villagers. What's going on...?
The old man left with a worried expression.
Zhu Wuyao stared at his retreating figure for a long time, still feeling somewhat uneasy.
Counting down the days, tomorrow will be the release date of "Ten Thousand Book Reviews".
Zhu Wuyao decided to take advantage of the night to go to a western town.
Furthermore, they intended to use this mountain village as a temporary base to monitor the changes in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
Song Kezi was once again captured and imprisoned in the Pinghe Cauldron.
It was not yet fully light.
Zhu Wuyao found a bookstore called Mohen Bookstore.
She stood there blankly in front of the bookstore, suddenly realizing that it wasn't opening time yet, and Zhu Wuyao had already arrived, but the town was still asleep.
Why is Ink Trace Bookstore up so late? Don't they want to make money?
Zhu Wuyao felt helpless, but he didn't know where the shopkeeper lived, so he could only wander the streets alone at dawn.
A light mist clings to my clothes.
Not only was the Ink Trace Bookstore closed, but teahouses, taverns, theaters, and the like were also closed. Fortunately, it didn't take long before breakfast stalls were set up.
She bought some breakfast to pass the time and sat on the stone steps in front of the Ink Trace Bookstore.
About half an hour later.
A shopkeeper in her thirties, still half asleep, strolled over, holding the same breakfast Zhu Wuyao had. She walked to the front of the Ink Trace Bookstore, seemingly still half asleep, as if she were sleepwalking.
But he found the key without any trouble and prepared to open the door with practiced ease.
As soon as he inserted the key, he felt a little more alert and then noticed Zhu Wuyao sitting on the stone steps in front of the door.
The shopkeeper sized up the unfamiliar customer, greeted him, and then said:
"You're really addicted. Instead of sleeping this early in the morning, you're here in front of the Ink Trace Bookstore, waiting for it to open so you can buy books. Come on in."
He yawned as he invited Zhu Wuyao to come in.
The shop is small.
Like the Ink Trace Bookstore in the main city, it not only has a front hall for selling books, but also many tables and chairs for drinking tea and reading. The backyard even has a banquet hall, and the front is bright and spacious enough to accommodate hundreds of people queuing up.
The Ink Trace Bookstore in this small town has only four tables and sixteen seats.
After Zhu Wuyao entered, the shopkeeper didn't rush to greet the guest. Instead, he brewed a pot of tea, poured two cups, handed one to Zhu Wuyao, and used the other to wake himself up.
Then he asked, "Which storybook do you want?"
After a cup of hot tea, the fatigue from traveling all night was swept away, and Zhu Wuyao also felt more energetic.
Then he stared at the teacup in his hand, remaining silent for a while.
This place is completely different from the south.
People in the South are always tense, worried, and fearful. Even the optimistic ones always have a bittersweet feeling when they laugh.
In the quiet and leisurely mornings of this small town under the rule of the Taibai Sect, the owner of the Mohen Bookstore strolls over to open the door, brews himself and the customers who have been waiting there for a long time a cup of hot tea before starting business.
She had been in the South for so long that she had almost forgotten what normal "life" was like.
I wonder how long it will take before people in the south can live like this.
"Guest, guest?"
Hearing the call in his ear, Zhu Wuyao came to his senses and said:
"The latest issue of Wan Juan Book Review".
The shopkeeper slapped his forehead and said, "We closed a bit early yesterday, and it hasn't been dismantled yet. Have a couple more drinks, and I'll go get it for you."
As she spoke, she walked around to the teapot and placed it in front of Zhu Wuyao, leaving her there to drink tea.
Before long, the shopkeeper placed "Ten Thousand Book Reviews" on the table, took the copper coins handed to him by Zhu Wuyao, and then took a small newspaper for himself and began to read it.
The aftershocks of Zhu Wuyao's assassination attempt on the leader of the Juque Sect have not yet completely subsided.
This time, the headline news is about Elder Wu Wei taking over as the leader of the Juque Sect.
The author of the Mohen Bookstore wrote objectively, pointing out that Luoye Yaoqiu's move might actually be beneficial to the stability of the Juque School, and also listed several well-known things that Wu Wei had done.
These were all well-known news items in the cultivation world, and nothing unusual or secretive was mentioned.
An endless expanse unfolds, revealing all the major events that will occur in the next ten days—
"The disciple personally taught by an elder of the Juque Sect is actually a spy."
"After Wu Wei took over as sect leader, the first traitor he discovered was her."
"The traitors of the Juque Sect met a tragic end, and the methods of punishment were shocking."
"The three sects refuse to admit that Ge Mingsheng is a spy sent by their sect."
"It seems that people from Li City came to meet the traitor of the Juque Sect during his escape."
"Every step is fraught with danger. Having hidden herself in the Juque Sect for decades, how did she become a personal disciple?"
Why did the direct disciple of the Juque Sect betray them, and why can't a high-ranking official win people's hearts?
"Who was Ge Mingsheng going to pass his last note to?"
……
Among countless images, Zhu Wuyao quickly filtered out the messages he was interested in.
The array master has escaped and is now hiding in the Juque Sect. Ge Mingsheng has become his personal disciple, and the two will definitely come into contact.
Perhaps Ge Mingsheng... discovered the identity of that array master.
When she noticed the presence of the array master, the array master also did not ignore the presence of Ge Mingsheng.
Back then, among the disciples of the Juque Sect in Licheng, only Ge Mingsheng survived. No matter how "coincidental" the events were, as long as the array masters knew about it, they would immediately become suspicious.
very dangerous.
Even if Ge Mingsheng managed to avoid being seen by the array master this time, once the master had free time to start disciplining the Juque Sect disciples, Ge Mingsheng would still be unable to hide his identity.
We can't let her stay in the Juque Sect any longer.
However, Zhu Wuyao needed her to do one last thing for him—to confirm the true identity of the array master before escaping the Juque Sect.
at dusk.
In a small mountain village surrounded by mountains.
Song Kezi lay on the bed, looking at this issue of "Ten Thousand Book Reviews," a half-smile on his face, seemingly lost in thought. He ate the pastries Zhu Wuyao had brought back, somewhat dissatisfied, and said:
"Next time you go to Taibai Zongcheng Town, could you let me out? You can go buy books and I can go buy food. Wouldn't that be perfect for both of us?"
"Sigh, although you didn't kill Wu Wei, it looks like he's practically dead."
"Let's see when that array master decides to step forward and rightfully take the position of sect leader. Then Wu Wei will be worthless... Tsk tsk tsk, I like it. When will I be able to manipulate things like this in the Star-Picking Tower!"