Chapter 124

Today's Chaoge City, the plum Club naturally attracts the attention of the public and is the only focus, but outside the eager sight of ordinary people, an undercurrent is surging.

The young monks who are attending the plum blossom festival have gone elsewhere.

Countless news flows between cornices, yellow tiles and ordinary streets and alleys.

Great figures of various sects, senior officials in the imperial court and tycoons in Nancheng are looking for a person's whereabouts.

The sky is close to people.

Some people want to know how much life they still have, some people want to know where their Yuanying has gone, some people want to know the hobby of the emperor, some people want to know whether their only son is born, of course, some people want to know some more important questions, such as whether Jingyang immortal really failed to rise.

Jing Jiu is not sure whether Zhao La Yue wants to ask this question, or whether she wants to know the whereabouts of Yin San, or just want to see Luo Huainan.

The Zhongzhou Taoist genius who may be close to the sky is the most popular in the meihui Taoist war and naturally her strongest opponent.

However, no matter what reason Zhao Layue wants to see people close to heaven, he will take her.

Now in Qingshan sect, Zhao Layue is the Lord of Shenmo peak. He is an ordinary disciple. They should be commensurate with teachers, sisters and brothers, but in fact, he has always regarded himself as a master.

Zhao Layue has long been used to and accepted this.

The teacher has something to do. I'll take it.

If the disciple has something to do, the teacher will help.

Others don't know where Tianjin is, and Jingjiu doesn't know where Tianjin is, but he knows who knows where Tianjin is.

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In the east of Chaoge City, on the Bank of Baima Lake, there is a bustling street.

There is a medical school in the west of the street. There is a Begonia flower engraved on the plaque. There is a doctor and a waiter in it. It looks a little shabby and cold.

Who would have thought that this hospital is the most important and highest level branch of the largest intelligence organization in Chaotian mainland - rolling curtain people.

Well nine knows.

As long as you live long enough, you can always know some secrets.

What's more, his senior brother liked to inquire about secrets and tell him stories.

Walking into the hospital, he took off his hat. Jing Jiuzheng was ready to say whether the Begonia was still or not. The doctor quickly raised his right hand, motioned him not to say anything, and then took him and Zhao Layue into the room.

"It doesn't seem to conform to the rules." Well nine said.

The doctor smiled bitterly and said, "just look at your face, you know you are Jing Jiu."

Last time, the roller shutter man guessed his identity and confirmed it afterwards.

In that case, where is the need for Begonia? Still no, this old code that has been useless for hundreds of years.

Jing Jiu didn't think about some hidden meanings in this matter. He felt that it was a good thing without saying the secret code and less trouble. He directly said, "where is the nearest man?"

The doctor looked at him seriously and said, "this is very advanced news."

Well nine said, "I gave you three messages last time."

The doctor smiled and said, "there are two unconfirmed messages. As for what we owe you, we have even."

Well nine thought for a while and said, "since you know I'm well nine, guess who she is?"

The doctor looked at the girl beside him and was stunned.

He is Jing Jiu, so she is Zhao Layue.

The roller shutter people naturally attach great importance to this natural Taoist species and the youngest peak leader in the history of qingshanzong. I don't know how much relevant data have been collected.

According to the truth, as the senior director of the roller shutter, the doctor should recognize Zhao Layue the first time she walked into the hospital with Jing Jiu.

The problem is that it is clear from those materials that Zhao Layue is informal and doesn't care about her appearance and dress up

Well, what's the little yellow flower between the temples?

A moment later, the doctor woke up and understood the meaning of Jing Jiu.

Last time, he gave Jingjiu information because the roller shutter man owed something. Now Zhao Layue, the Lord, has come. Can he return empty handed?

"This news is very expensive. Please don't spread it."

Now that he had made the decision, the doctor said the location directly.

——Tianjin people have been living in the plum garden since they came to Chaoge city.

Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue just came from Meiyuan.

Well, this plum garden is not the alpine cold platform where the plum Festival is being held, but the old plum garden.

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In the hospital, Zhao Layue never spoke, nor did she ask why Jing Jiu had a relationship with the roller shutter man.

She didn't speak until she came out of the old street.

"I have lived in Chaoge city since I was a child, but I am ready to practice. I seldom go out. This is my first time here."

Many years ago, the snow country monster invaded, the imperial orthodoxy was cut off, and the emperor allied with the young leaders of the orthodox sect in the plum garden. This is the origin of the plum club.

Today's plum garden is the most spectacular building in Chaoge City, but it is not the place in those days. The real plum garden is at the end of this old street. Zhao Layue has never been here, and few people still remember here. Compared with the new plum garden, which attracted the attention of thousands of people and was extremely lively at this time, this real plum garden is more like a site without anyone to pay attention to. Wearing a hat, Jing Jiu looked over there from a distance and saw some branches and an old Pavilion. It was desolate. When the May Fair was held, he was at the critical moment of breaking the border and couldn't attend. Of course, even if he could, he wouldn't come for some reasons. The elder martial brother came, the former leader of Zhongzhou sect came, and the old abbot of Guocheng temple, that is, the master of Zen Zi, also came. At that time, Lian March was killing people, so the owner of Shuiyue nunnery came. A snap, then a quarrel, pulled him back from his rare memories. The excitement on the street came not from tourists who came to visit the former site of the plum garden, but from the row of chess stalls on the street. There are chess stalls, there are good winners of chess, and there are idle people watching the war. In short, they are all lively people, so naturally lively. The streets echoed with shouts of killing, laughter, scolding, and the sound of chess pieces hitting the chessboard, filled with the smell of sweat, feet and smoke. Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue walked through the street in these sounds and tastes. There was no change in their face under their hats. At the end of the street, the crooked trees in the old plum garden had completely come into sight. Jing Jiu suddenly stopped and looked to his right. Zhao La Yue was slightly stunned and looked at her. There is a chess stand, not a remnant game, but a chess game. The chess stand was surrounded by people. People's faces were full of surprise and absurdity. There is a man standing opposite everyone. The man's face is very tender, his lips are red and his teeth are white. He looks like a teenager, but he looks very proud and indifferent. His eyes are higher than the top, which is annoying. He looked at the stall owner and said, "you lost, get out." It seems that he is gambling with the stall owner on chess. It is not gold and silver, but whether to stay or leave. Seeing that he was so tough, the people were angry and shouted one after another“ Be polite! "“ But it's just that you won a game by chance. What's so arrogant! "“ yes! You have another game! " The young man ignored it and went directly to the next chess stand. This chess stand is a residual game. The young man looked at it, put his hand on the chessboard and took a step. People are still angry at this person's arrogant attitude and keep scolding. The defeated stall owner was also unconvinced and shouted, "I won't go. How can you tick?" Suddenly, the surroundings became quiet, and the stall owner who had just lost chess stopped talking. Because they found that the face of the owner of the endgame became extremely ugly and sweaty“ Get out. " The young man said this and walked to the third chess stand. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.