The Path Toward Heaven

(I was reminded by readers that I wrote two chapters before, so there are 42 chapters from yesterday ... a bit awkward.)

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Most parts of the rising continent are full of spring, and Baicheng has finally finished its winter.

The city is full of white pears, and returned to the old temple over the winter.

The giant beam-like sword is still so silent, the golden Buddha is still smiling, looking at the world outside the temple and the snowfield farther away.

She walked to the Buddha, took a fruit, took a sip, returned to the threshold and sat, looking at the snowy field where the mist had dispersed, and asked a question.

"Don't you feel bored looking at the same scenery every day?"

"I want this world to be so boring. The continual movements of the continent these days have been lively, but it makes me a little uneasy."

The low and distant sound sounded, and there were some broken sounds in it, which really resembled the famous broken bell at Guocheng Temple.

Winter raised an eyebrow and said, "This matter has nothing to do with me, and I don't even know where their list came from."

The voice asked: "Do you think you can wipe out Bu Lao Lin this time?"

I didn't think about it in winter and said, "Of course it is impossible."

The voice continued to ask, "What about that person?"

After winter, he was silent for a while, and said, "It's difficult. Even if Jian Xilai is forced to show up in the end, he won't leave any handle, and he is not good to kill."

The voice said, "You want to kill him?"

After throwing away the fruit in his hand, he stood up and said, "Even if I want to kill him, I don't want you to take a shot."

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In late spring, rain is common.

The spring rain in Chaoge City has been falling for one day and one night, and it looks like it will continue.

It was not rainy, but Lili was annoying, especially when the smooth bluestone slabs became wet, and it was easy to slip.

The black eaves of Taichang Temple are more and more like the horns of a dragon in the rain, as if the eyes are watching the pedestrians and children falling down from the rain in the street, who are looking at the joke.

In the house not far from Taichang Temple, the Jing family was eating.

Jing Shang discussed with his father and wife about the children's study in the government, and then mentioned the children's marriage.

At that time, the child who was in an unstable road and had to hold Jingu Huo now was eleven or twelve years old. He was very good at eating with his head down.

In the government house not far from the well house, Yusi tapped on the window, blurring the spring scene in the yard.

The sky was scattered, and the Ru kiln bottle on the shelf was more beautiful.

Lu Guogong took his eyes off the bottle and looked at his son, saying, "There may be some things these days, you don't leave the house."

Shizi Luming asked curiously, "Father, what is the matter?"

Lu Guogong was silent for a while, and said, "A very interesting thing ... Bu Lao Lin is going to kill me."

Hearing this news, Lu Ming was very surprised. He thought that his father had won the trust of His Majesty the Emperor, and he could enter and leave the palace at will, but he always kept a low profile and rarely offended people. Why did he become the target of Lao Lin?

The shock had not yet subsided, and he became worried. He knew how terrible Bu Lao Lin was. Even if his father had a high weight and he was protected by strong people, how could he be protected from life?

"Bu Lao Lin rarely misses, but since you know it in advance, you don't need to worry about it."

Lu Guogong looked at his son's expression and knew what he was thinking, saying, "This thing should end soon, and it won't last long."

Luming didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, but was slightly relieved and asked, "Why don't Lao Lin want to kill you?"

Lu Guo justice: "It should not be that someone wants to buy my life, so naturally it is related to the position of father."

Lu Ming was even more puzzled, thinking that his father was Tai Chang Siqing. What relationship could this position have with assassin organizations such as Bu Lao Lin?

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Before dawn, Lu Guogong got up. He used to take leave frequently and suddenly he has become diligent these days and will go up every day.

Standing in the cave of the city gate, he was very upset with the public, and seemed to be very normal. He couldn't see what he was thinking or what he was waiting for.

When leaving the palace, the morning light had arrived, and the raindrops falling on the long street were extremely bright and beautiful.

Lu Guogong frowned, looking at the scenery outside the window, wondering why the other party had not shot yet.

When he came to Taichang Temple, Lu Guogong stepped down from the sedan chair and looked at the black eaves in the rain. He didn't know what to think, and shook his head with a smile.

The officials welcomed him, and he responded with a gentle expression, and walked into Taichang Temple among the subordinates and came to the innermost place.

The room was warm and dry, and the water droplets in the official uniform and the horns soon disappeared. He sighed comfortably and raised the tea bowl at hand.

Every morning when he arrives at Yamen, a bowl of hot tea will be ready, which is the most convenient place for him to hold.

It's been several years, and the deacons in the tea house have done these things particularly well.

For example, today the bowl is a pale red eyebrow, which is his favorite tea in spring. As for other seasons, of course, there will be different favorite.

The temperature of the tea in the bowl is also very particular. It is neither hot nor cold, which is his favorite temperature.

If he had already drank tea at this time on weekdays, but he did not drink it while holding a tea bowl today.

There was a loud noise in the distance, mixed with a few exclamations.

Lu Guogong still looked at the Shanmei tea in the bowl, his expression remained unchanged.

Dense footsteps sounded, many people came to his house, and a servant-dressed man was pushed to the ground.

Someone reported: "Guo Gong, this man is a tea house deacon, and his surname is Zhou. He poisoned the tea."

Lu Guogong didn't look up and asked, "Did you find any poison? What kind of poison?"

"This person was extremely cautious. After poisoning, he threw the poison pack into the stove room, but he couldn't stop it at the time. He could only test the poison from the tea later."

From the perspective of the official, the official who answered was not a subordinate of Taichang Temple but an official of Qingtian Division.

Lu Guogong lifted his head and gently rested the tea bowl on the table. He looked at the tea houseman on the ground and narrowed his eyes.

Bu Lao Lin's assassin is actually not a strong practitioner who is good at assassination, but a multi-serviceman who has worked in Taichang Temple for many years.

If he hadn't known it beforehand, he might have actually drank the tea in the bowl today.

Ordinary poisons don't make much sense to people like him, but since Lin Lao dare to design like this, the poison in tea is bound to be unusual.

Since the tea house miscellaneous was not a practitioner, Qing Tiansi was not afraid that he would commit suicide. He did not use the vitality lock, but tied his hands with a rope.

He felt the gaze of the father-in-law, his face was pale and terrified, he couldn't kneel at all, collapsed on the ground, and his body kept shaking.

Lu Guogong looked at him ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and knew that the zombie should be instigated or intimidated. He didn't know the inside story of this matter at all, and he didn't even know that the main messenger behind the scenes was Bu Lao Lin. Signaled to drag on.

There was some confusion in the field. There were people everywhere under the corridor, and the wet jackets rubbed against each other.

An official shouted that there were important news and crowded the crowd anxiously, and came to the house.

Just as he was about to step over the threshold, the fine raindrops under the porch suddenly chaotic.

Do not know where a gust of wind came from.

Lu Guogong looked up.

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