Chapter 108: Night Visit to the Chu Manor

  Xiao Ziyang waited for three days and three nights. During these three days, the three people in the small building did not leave the door even once, and they rarely had time to move around.

  When Master Xiaoziyang practiced qigong in stillness for several days without moving, it was a common occurrence, so he wasn't disappointed with this result.

  With his temperament, let alone wait for three days, even if he hid for ten days or half a month, he wouldn't be impatient; however, maintaining the invisible escape method, although it doesn't consume much magical power, still consumes some, and in these three days, his magical power has already been depleted by 60%.

  On the fourth day, just as Xiao Ziyang decided to return to the inn first and recover his depleted spiritual power through meditation before coming back to keep watch, an opportunity suddenly presented itself before his eyes.

  Just as he was about to leave, a person suddenly appeared on the path leading to the small building. It was a young man dressed in Taoist attire. Xiao Ziyang hid again and used his clairvoyance technique to observe the person, and indeed it was another cultivator, but with low cultivation level, similar to Xiao Ziyang's.

  Not long after the young Taoist priest walked into the small building, the figure that had been motionless for three days finally moved.

  An emaciated old man walked out of the small building first, his cheeks were thin and seemed to have no more than three ounces of flesh, his cheekbones were high and protruding, the curved wrinkles under his eyes and his eyebrows formed two extremely ridiculous circles on his face, a white goat beard hung from his chin, he wore a bright yellow Taoist robe, a white jade Taoist crown was on top of his head, and he held a dustpan with a green jade handle in his hand.

  The young Taoist had his hands hanging down by his sides, slightly bent at the waist, and followed the old man with great respect.

  Xiao Ziyang maintained his gaze, watching the two of them from afar as they crossed over the wall and arrived at the neighboring residence of the Duke of Wei's estate. They exited through the back door, walked along Yuma Street, and then entered the auxiliary country public house through the back door.

  At this time, Xiao Ziyang did not hesitate and used his lightness skill to rush towards the small building.

  The interior of the small building was elegantly decorated, like a woman's boudoir. Xiao Ziyang silently floated up to the second floor.

  He stood in the corridor, looking at the tightly closed door and slightly furrowed his brow; if he pushed open the door, he would surely startle the people inside, and the stealthy approach would lose its meaning.

  He thought for a moment, then darted towards the window at the end of the corridor that was open.

  Xiao Ziyang flew out of the window, suspended in mid-air, his palm lightly waving towards the empty space, and with a slight reaction force, his body turned like a willow catkin, drifting into another open window.

  Inside that window was the room of that disheveled and unkempt monk.

  A gust of wind blew by, and Xiao Ziyang was already crouched in the corner of the room, beside a desk.

  The room is not large, decorated with quite luxurious decorations, directly opposite the gate, a large bed is placed against the wall, and a dressing table is placed at the head of the bed. The main color tone of the room's decoration is moon white. This is a woman's boudoir.

  On the big bed, a girl of about sixteen or seventeen years old was sitting cross-legged. The girl wore a goose-yellow dress; her hair was scattered, and her face was delicate and lively. She was frowning and looking sideways at the window.

  Xiao Ziyang looked at the woman, thinking about how to communicate with her. At this time, he didn't dare to withdraw his invisible escape and reveal his physical form, for if he didn't conceal his spiritual energy, it would be like a bright lamp that would alarm the cultivators in the next room.

  At this moment, the woman suddenly moved. She got out of bed and walked back and forth, seemingly in a bad mood, and sighed slightly.

  As she gazed at him, Xiao Ziyang was slightly startled. Under her slightly lowered eyelids, a pair of extremely lively eyes inadvertently glanced towards Xiao Ziyang's hiding place.

  The woman walked back and forth for a while, then went straight to the desk next to Xiao Ziyang; sat down in front of the desk beside Xiao Ziyang, only three feet away from him. A faint scent seemed to float into his nostrils.

  The woman spread out a piece of Xuan paper and picked up her brush to start writing.

  She put the good Xuan paper on the table edge with a swing of her hand. As if unintentionally, the Xuan paper was not placed steadily and floated to the ground, just floating in front of Xiao Ziyang's eyes.

  On that rice paper were only three words: "Who are you."

  Xiao Ziyang smiled slightly, what a clever woman; he stretched out his hand and gently pressed the rice paper.

  The woman spread out a new piece of rice paper, holding her pen as if thinking about what to write, but if you looked closely, her eyes were actually fixed on the piece of rice paper that had fallen to the ground.

  That piece of Xuan paper disappeared in front of the woman's eyes as soon as Xiao Ziyang pressed it. Seeing this scene, a strange color flashed across the woman's eyes. She put down the brush on the table with one hand. The next moment, the brush disappeared again.

  The rice paper reappeared in front of the woman's eyes after a moment; there was just an extra line on it. "Before I tell you who I am, please ask, who are you and why are you here."

  A moment later, another piece of rice paper floated in front of Xiao Ziyang. "I am the granddaughter of Wei Guo Gong Sun, named Murong Ling. My Murong family was defeated by the Su family, and I was captured after losing my hand. The Su family's respected cultivators saw that although my cultivation is not high, the quality of the artifact in my hand is quite good, and they determined that I am not ordinary. They have been keeping me under guard here, perhaps to lure my sect to come and rescue me."

  Xiao Ziyang looked at this passage thoughtfully for a moment before writing: "I, Xiao Ziyang, a lone cultivator, have an irreconcilable vendetta with the Auxiliary King."

  Murong Ling hesitated for a moment before writing: "How can I trust you?"

  Xiao Ziyang seemed to have guessed that she would ask this, and took out the secret letter written by Su Dingbei to Cheng Tian Wang Cangzhi Long from his storage bag and placed it on the corner of the table. He also wrote on the paper: "My Xiao family was destroyed because of this letter."

  Murong Ling handed the letter back to him after reading it, and wrote: "This is indeed Su Dingbei's handwriting, well, since so, I'll trouble Xiao brother to send a letter for me."

  Xiao Ziyang said: "At this time, the old man with extraordinary cultivation downstairs happened to leave. Why don't Miss Murong take advantage of the opportunity to escape with me?"

  Murong Ling said, "I was suppressed by the foundation-laying monks of the Auxiliary National Duke's Mansion with a curse that restricts my magical powers. Such curses mostly have tracking abilities. With our cultivation, I'm afraid we can't even escape the capital and will be captured."

  After the incense stick finished burning, the woman placed a beryl ring, a letter and a piece of rice paper with an address written on it at the edge of the table. Xiao Ziyang put these things into his storage bag and also put the rice paper that had just transmitted the message into the storage bag. Only then did he fly out of the small building.

  The next morning he set out and left Jin'an City.

  Five days later, Xiao Ziyang, with a dusty face, saw a majestic city in the distance. He landed the Lingzhou on a small hill not far from the official road.

  The city is called Zhen'an City; it is the prefectural capital of Jinzhou Prefecture.

  That day, Murong Ling gave Xiao Ziyang the address of a pharmacy called Baoqing Hall in the town of Ancheng.

  This town of Ancheng is a military stronghold, located in the north of Jinzhou, only three hundred miles from the border.

  This city is four thousand miles away from Jin'an City; Xiao Ziyang set up a spiritual boat after leaving Jin'an City and hurried on the road at night, and found a quiet place to meditate during the day. Five days passed without any delay.