I have an eternal eye

"Great power...where does power come from?"

Chu Shiyuan took a sip of wine and looked cold.

Although he took refuge in the Li Mansion, he still had concerns.

The other party relied on Li Guiren's favor and the emperor's support, and was in the limelight for a while, but was looked down upon by others.

After all, Yujing City has been prosperous for three hundred years, and there are many wealthy families with rich heritage.

To put it bluntly, they are just nouveau riche.

He doesn't care about face, but he is afraid of being implicated. After all, the other party is colluding with the warlock. Who knows what his plans are...

Seeing the other party's appearance, Li Jia's eyes were slightly mocking, but he didn't point it out. He just took something out of his arms and slowly spread it on the table.

"Map of the capital...huh?"

Chu Shiyuan didn't care at first, but when he took a closer look, his eyes suddenly widened and he took the map and looked at it carefully.

"This is the tunnel of Yujing City!"

After a while, Chu Shiyuan raised his head, his eyes full of caution, "Where did you get this thing...?"

Li Jia smiled and did not answer. Instead, he held the wine glass, crossed his legs, and looked out the window leisurely.

"Due to the turmoil in the previous vassal town, the Liang Dynasty was always wary of the Wuxun family. It seemed like favor, but in fact it was inevitable that the three generations would decline."

"You have gained credit for the Chu Family Ping Three Kings' Rebellion. Now even if you can get the position of commander of the Jinwu Guard, it's over. If you want to go further, you have to turn the tide under this chaos!"

"General Chu, since you are on the gambling table, you can't worry too much..."

After a few words, Chu Shiyuan's eyes were filled with uncertainty, and then he gritted his teeth and carefully stuffed the map into his arms.

"I will arrange it, but where is Liang Dingshan?"

"Don't take over the defense of the Autumn Stove Festival."

"understood…"

After Chu Shiyuan left with the map, the fox-faced scholar Bai Yan walked out from behind the screen, covered his mouth and said with a smile: "He is indeed a rising star, much better than us, but is it appropriate to donate the map?"

"What's inappropriate?"

Li Jia smiled and said, "Those monks from the Lianhua Sect are really stupid, and they might do bad things."

"In this case, the water becomes muddier, people's desires are everywhere, and the situation becomes even more out of control."

"When the saint in the palace wakes up from his dream and looks around helpless, then you have the opportunity to enter the palace..."

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"Auntie, my condolences!"

"Guan Shan, if you have anything, please come to me directly..."

In the Wang family courtyard, people flowed back and forth.

This is a folk custom in the Liang Dynasty. After a funeral, the host family will arrange a banquet to thank the neighbors who came to help.

Although there are many people, there is an air of desertedness.

After Zhang Biao finished talking to Wang Guanshan, he left another hundred taels of silver notes.

Although he and the king's son grew up together, they had different paths. One studied martial arts and the other studied literature. Their relationship could only be said to be pretty good.

In the courtyard, a young man walked over.

Seeing this, Zhang Biao nodded and left.

The man's name was Zhou Xun, and he was the son-in-law of Wang Baotou. His family owned a cloth shop, and he was considered a well-to-do family in the capital.

Wang Captou and Aunt Du originally wanted to betroth the girl to him, but they were only brother and sister and were unwilling to marry each other, so they married Zhou Xun.

There was nothing wrong at first, but this guy was a bit petty. After learning the reason, he always showed off his wealth in front of Zhang Biao intentionally or unintentionally.

As soon as they came and went, they looked at each other and hated each other.

Looking at Zhang Biao's leaving figure, a trace of disdain flashed in Zhou Xun's eyes, and then he sighed to Wang Guanshan: "Brother, my condolences, by the way, I need you to support this family from now on."

Wang Guanshan's eyes were numb, "When my father was here, he was like a mountain. Although there were many harsh words, he was reassuring. Now... I always feel empty, and I know that I have no future."

"Brother, what did you say?"

Zhou Xun said with a smile: "Brother has great talent in arithmetic and is highly praised by my husband. He will soon be a guest of the Yue throne. He is much better than my younger brother."

Wang Guanshan was silent for a moment, "Father won't let me..."

Zhou Xun shook his head and said: "A real man should make great achievements. If he wastes his life, won't he regret it when he grows old?"

"Just like Zhang Biao, I'm afraid he won't have much future in this life and has lost his official position. It's better to have less contact in the future, so as not to be unable to survive and come to borrow money..."

Seeing Wang Guanshan's displeasure, he quickly changed his words and said: "Forget it, let's not talk about him. Brother, the garden poetry party is no small matter. We have to plan it carefully..."

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After leaving Jiaxingfang, Zhang Biao turned his head and took another look, sighing in his heart.

After all, he was an outsider. After Wang Captou passed away, the family changed its owner, and visits were no longer so casual.

He shook his head, turned around, his eyes had turned cold, and he strode into the crowd.

Before, the funeral was the most important thing and I couldn't care about anything else.

He didn’t say much to Wang Guanshan.

But this hatred,

He absolutely wants to take revenge!

No matter what means...

I walked in a hurry and arrived at Tongzhengfang in a short time.

The outer security here has been withdrawn, but the gate is still guarded by Xiaowei. Even if the residents come in and out, Marquis Wu will check them one by one.

"Excuse me, please call the head catcher Wang Xin."

"Go, go, go! No one is allowed to enter!"

Seeing the vicious voice of the guard guarding the door, Zhang Biao didn't bother to bother him. He thought about it and prepared to go around the door.

Just then, there was chaos in the street and the sound of horse hooves.

Zhang Biao turned around and saw that a large number of Jinwu Guards were approaching in formation, all carrying heavy crossbows. There were also large and small bags on the carriage behind, and he didn't know what they were putting.

The leader, wearing gold armor with a brave mouth, was Chu Shiyuan, the deputy general of the Zuoying of the Jinwu Guard.

He rode a tall horse to the gate of the square, showed his token, and said in a cold voice: "By the emperor's order, the Jinwu Guards are here to support!"

The warrior guard guarding the door didn't dare to ask any more questions and quickly stepped aside, and a large number of Jinwu guards also swarmed in...

Why is this guy here?

Zhang Biao felt a little strange.

He had also dealt with Chu Shiyuan. Although he was a famous general, he was slippery and cautious.

I always stay away from this kind of bad stuff.

Also, there was a funeral and burial today, but neither Wang Xin nor Tie Shouming came, and they didn't even notify anyone.

Something big must have happened...

Thinking of this, Zhang Biao immediately turned around and went to the depths of a nearby dark alley. Seeing no one around, he used his strength to jump onto the wall of the square and jumped down.

He was very familiar with Tongzhengfang.

There is a row of wine shops and inns along the street, which were originally used to provide accommodation for outsiders reporting on their work. Now that something has happened, all of them have naturally closed down.

Zhang Biao found a random hotel, avoided the dozing waiter, and hid in a guest room facing the street.

Through the crack in the window, I immediately saw the scene on the street.

In the distance, the tunnel entrance to Tongzhengfang has been dug out, and even the surrounding residential buildings have been demolished.

Chief Catcher Guo An stood there with his hands behind his back.

After Chu Shiyuan arrived with his people, he dismounted and held his hands in his hands, saying, "I've seen Mr. Guo. I have other important matters. I'm a little late. I hope you'll forgive me."

Guo An was obviously in a bad mood and glanced coldly, "General Chu, I'm done."

Chu Shiyuan didn't care, nodded and said: "I heard that the entrance to the tunnel has been dug out, do you need Jinwu Guard's help?"

Guo An said coldly: "No, there are six gates, bad guys and hundreds of guards have gone down..."

"Someone's coming up!"

Just then, shouts interrupted the conversation.

Jiao Xiong was seen crawling out of the deep pit with a gray face and covered in mud. He raised his hands and said with a bitter smile: "Reporting to Mr. Guo, the tunnels below extend in all directions, and those monks blew up a few more."

"We almost got lost. We searched in batches. We didn't have enough manpower. Mr. Xu asked us to send more people down."

"not enough people?!"

Guo An squinted his eyes and said thoughtfully: "It is said that during the time of Emperor Wu, he set up a Bagua Soul Trap Array. Could it be this tunnel... Get out of the way, I will go down in person!"

After that, he led the people into the tunnel.

He ignored Chu Shiyuan at all. After all, everyone knew the strength of the Jinwu Guards. They were all the children of the capital and had not gone through any killings.

Chu Shiyuan on the side was not angry when he saw this, with a sneer on his lips and ordered his men to rest on the spot.

In the guest room, Zhang Biao frowned slightly.

It turns out that the entrance has been discovered,

It seems that Wang Xin and the others also followed them into the tunnel...

This place is still far away from the center of the Bagua Soul Trapping Array, with many branches like a spider web.

Not to mention hundreds of people, even if tens of thousands of troops enter, they will be confused.

The Bone Camp should be hard to find.

However, if the Lianhua Sect hides in an ambush and the tunnel is narrow, unable to take advantage of their numerical advantage, it will only be a waste of lives.

The best way is to find the opponent's traces, or blow up the tunnel to bury him alive, or block the route, and use poisonous smoke and water to attack...

Even so, it may not be successful.

Forget it, let's find a way to get Wang Xin and Tie Shouming out first. He doesn't want his only remaining friends to die.

Thinking of this, Zhang Biao immediately sat cross-legged, holding the ink jade black cat in his hand, and gradually fell into meditation.

Just as he expected, groups of people went in and out, but found nothing.

Before we knew it, night fell.

The sergeants lit the brazier. The night wind blew, and the firelight and figures swayed uncertainly.

Uh-huh!

A black cat leaps onto the roof.

Under the bright moon, green eyes stare down...