Uncle Detective Di Renjie, I build a crime-solving team

Chapter 389 Trends

It's winter now, and the weather is freezing.

Li Cunxi and his group are still on the way heading north.

Huan Bin, who was walking home, was walking in the snow. Looking up, he saw the sky full of flying snowflakes.

When the night patrol soldier saw Huan Bin, he wanted to step forward and question him, but when he got close, he didn't even have the courage to speak.

Huan Bin was holding a token in his hand. Under the lantern, the soldiers could see the color of the token.

Luoyang’s curfew was aimed at ordinary people, not those high-ranking officials of the third rank.

Especially a general holding a token, they don't even have the courage to fart when standing in front of such a person.

Huan Bin, who had already changed into the Qianniu Guard uniform, took back the token, revealed a gloomy face, glanced at the five patrol soldiers, and continued forward with a stern face.

Although the soldiers didn't know which general this was, they didn't dare to go up and grab Huan Bin and risk his bad luck, so they had to let him go.

On the way back to his house, Huan Bin saw the old man with white beard in the reception room.

The old man was warming himself by the fire. When he saw Huan Bin coming in, he quickly stood up and bowed to Huan Bin.

"General, you are back."

"Yes, please write to Li Fuyin and tell him that I was useless and failed to persuade Xiao Qingfang to come back. Everything will be decided by Li Fuyin himself."

The white-bearded old man smiled and said, "I understand. However, life and death are not something that can be decided by others. The Grand Master has made this step and there is no turning back. I believe the Grand Master himself knows this."

"Of course she knows, so..."

"So the Grand Lord has no room to retreat. If she fails in this plan, then she will have to spend the rest of her life in hiding."

"I know it very well in my heart, old sir. Thank you for your reminder. I have tried my best. Qingfang's matter has nothing to do with me anymore."

Huan Bin treated the old man to a pot of wine, and then ordered his men to send the old man back home.

Qiao Tai, who had returned a long time ago, finally waited for the old man with white beard. The two smiled at each other, knowing that the matter was accomplished.

They have successfully completed the tasks assigned to them by Li Cunxi.

"Old man, how about a couple of drinks?"

Qiao Tai smiled and pointed to the still hot wine in the room.

"When I saved you, you called me your benefactor, but after just a few years, you've already started calling me an old fool."

The old man with white beard took off the big beard stuck on his face, laughed, and returned to his original appearance.

This person is Xuguzi.

In order to prevent people who had seen him in the past from recognizing him, he usually wore a big beard when he went out, so as to avoid getting into trouble.

The two men came into the room, sat opposite each other and drank, waiting for Ma Rong's return.

At the same time, in Liujiazhuang outside Cuiping Mountain.

Pei Rongxian, holding a letter in his hand, led Zhao Wanquan to Xiaomei's room and knocked on the door.

Xiaomei, who was dozing off at the table, quickly got up, rubbed her eyes, and opened the door to welcome Pei Rongxian and Zhao Wanquan in.

"Madam, the master of the family has sent a letter."

Pei Rong reached out his hand first and placed the letter on the table.

"Okay, I'll take a look now."

Xiaomei picked up the envelope, opened it, took out the letter, and looked at it carefully.

After a long while, she smiled, put down the letter, and said:

"The right time, right place, and right people are all here, so great things can be accomplished!"

"Quick, grind the ink. I need to write a letter to Dayangshan. This Chongzhou case is Cunxi's chance to completely take back the Snake Spirit!"

Pei Rongxian and Zhao Wanquan both smiled and helped prepare writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone.

In less than half an hour, Xiaomei had finished writing two letters.

Wu Xiang, who had been awakened by the servants a long time ago, stood nearby and knew that he had an important task ahead.

"Wu Xiang, Zhao Wanquan."

"It's up to you now. Please make sure to deliver these two letters to Dayang Mountain and give them to my sister Xiaofeng."

She picked up one and continued:

"This letter is for my sister to read, and the other one is for her to give to Kui Wenzhong. After they read it, they will know what to do next."

Wu Xiang looked back at Zhao Wanquan who looked confused, and put the letter in his arms.

"Don't worry, Hall Master... er, no, Madam."

"We will certainly deliver these two letters."

Xiaomei and Pei Rong personally escorted the two out of Liujiazhuang, then found a good horse for each of them. They watched them leave before returning to the room.

Pei Rongxian said happily: "Madam, I never thought that the master had only seven or eight people under his command in the past, but after just a few years, he already has so many talented people under his command. The day when we overthrow the Wu Zhou Dynasty is not far away."

"It's not far away." Xiaomei took a sip of tea, "Mr. Pei, during the next period of time, I must go into Cuiping Mountain in person to monitor the progress inside. Mr. Pei, please pay more attention to the things outside."

"Ma'am, please rest assured!" Pei Rong clasped his fists first.

……

Yangzhou.

The Iron Hands.

The secret room in Prince Ying’s mansion.

All the hall masters gathered here, except Lin Yang, the master of the 22nd hall.

The position of the sect leader is still vacant.

Several hall masters who had newly joined the Iron Hand Group glanced at the hall master's position from a distance and then withdrew their gazes.

That position has been vacant for several years, and no one has been seen in that position since they joined the Iron Hand Group.

These newly joined hall masters still exercise the titles of several deceased hall masters.

Or the names like Lion Xiong, Elephant Jun, Pi Xiu, Fox Wei, and Zhang Zhi.

At this moment, the newest member among the hall masters, Pixiu, withdrew his gaze from the position of clan leader, leaned back, and started chatting with Xiongpi, Suanni, and Mangtai next to him.

"Speaking of which, brothers, what happened to our hall master?"

"I have been a member of the Iron Hands for more than a year. Why have I never met our leader?"

"I usually ask you, but you are unwilling to tell me. What is going on?"

Suanni rubbed his teeth and showed a mysterious expression.

In the past, everyone knew that the Yangzhou Iron Hands Group was very powerful, but unfortunately, several failed assassination attempts on Li Cunxi had ruined the Iron Hands Group's reputation.

Don’t you see that the sect leader is still in seclusion and has not come out.

It is said that the sect leader has not gotten better in a few years. A few days ago, after Long Feng came back from seeing the sect leader, he was still sighing.

However, the sect leader's affairs could not be hidden from these brothers.

Suanni knew clearly that the longer time went on, the more curious these people would become.

After thinking for a while, Suanni said:

"Our sect leader is in seclusion and training hard."

If you have inner demons, how can you not practice hard in seclusion?

This is not considered lying.

Xiong Bin and Mang Tai were sitting nearby and nodded in agreement.

"Strange, why are the eldest brother, the second brother, the third brother, the fourth brother and the sixth hall master not here?"

The new generation Fifth Hall Master Shi Xiong sat in his seat. He saw that the seats in front and behind him were empty. He was the only one sitting there, feeling a little isolated.

"Strange, Senior Brother and his friends are never late?"