Chapter 68: Luring and Killing, Killing and Luring!

  Anyone who appears in Yang's house now is a hypothetical enemy of Yang Fan, let alone these several suspicious soldiers.

  As soon as Yang Fan discovered that they might pose a threat to himself, he instinctively wanted to know their identity, strengths and weaknesses.

  With his good connections, Yang Fan quickly found out the identities of these people from Liu Guan Shi's mouth: Feng Zhonglang General Cai Dongcheng. Those four copper wall iron bastion-like Qian Niu Bei Shen were Cai Dongcheng's four major generals under his command: Liu Kui, Shen Jiahui, Wu Shao Dong and Huang Qi Lin, this was his most important team in the Right Feng Zhonglang Guard.

  In Yang Mingsheng's bedroom, Cai Dongcheng knelt on the couch, his waist and back straight as a line, giving people a sense of tension.

  Cai Dongcheng gazed intently at Yang Mingsheng, whose facial features were indistinct, and said in a deep voice: "You're saying that this person is the escaped fish from Taoyuan Village, Shaoguan, Lingnan, all those years ago."

  "Yes!"

  Cai Dongcheng's gaze slowly fell, and he thought: "In that small village, there are eleven surnames: He, Xiahou, Yang, Shen, Li, Zhao, Wang, Qiu, Fang, Feng, and Han. Most of them are scholars, I haven't heard that any of them have exceptional martial arts skills. If they had such abilities, why didn't they make a move back then?"

  Yang Mingsheng said with a gloomy face: "At first, no one went to exterminate their whole family, why should there be any action now?"

  Cai Dongcheng's eyebrows furrowed slightly, although they had a common secret between them because of the big case they handled together back then, and relying on this secret, their careers went smoothly. Now that Yang Mingshang has become a crucial judicial official in the Ministry of Justice, he has even been promoted to Right Commander of the Imperial Guard, but he actually doesn't interact with Yang Mingshang much.

  Scholars and martial artists are like water and oil, not many can blend together. What he remembered was Yang Ming's temperament back then, but he didn't know that over the years, Yang Ming had become more arrogant after his promotion, and it wasn't clear if he had changed so much because of his disability or if he had always been this way. In any case, listening to him speak made people feel very uncomfortable.

  However, seeing Yang Mingsheng's neither-human-nor-ghost appearance, Cai Dongcheng didn't want to argue with him anymore. After careful consideration, Cai Dongcheng said: "It's impossible to investigate the other party's identity based solely on an old voice. Unless we can confirm the opponent's identity, there is only a glimmer of hope."

  Yang Mingsheng said, "These eleven families were demoted to Lingnan, and they went with their relatives, retainers, and slaves. They lived in the mountains for over a decade, and after all the births, deaths, and illnesses, how many people are left, we're not clear. The only thing that can be confirmed is that this person is no longer young, at least he has passed middle age."

  Cai Dongcheng said coldly: "This clue is equivalent to nothing! Perhaps... the key to finding out his identity is... why he found us now."

  Yang Mingsheng said: "Maybe he just found out about us."

  Cai Dongcheng sneered: "Investigate? How can he investigate? Where would he be able to find us?"

  Yang Ming sat silently, without saying a word.

  Cai Dongcheng looked at the face completely wrapped in white cloth and suddenly thought of something, his face changed color in an instant. After a while, he let out a laugh and said: "Yang Langzhong, you can't be suspecting... that person, can you? This is impossible! How could it be possible? If that person wanted to kill us, we would have been annihilated with just a thought, why go to such great lengths?"

  Cai Dongcheng's expression was extremely uneasy at this time, his momentum had always been like an invincible sharp sword, no one could rival its edge, but at this moment it seemed exceptionally terrified, to the point where he asked Yang Mingsheng a sentence, and even before he answered, he immediately hastily denied this possibility, his heart was already extremely uneasy.

  Yang Ming slowly spoke: "What are you thinking, I wouldn't suspect that person! If it was him who sent the assassin, the assassin would have just killed me with one knife, why bother torturing me like this?"

  Cai Dong took a deep breath, and as long as it wasn't that person, he seemed to have no more fear. His sharp and unstoppable momentum was rekindled: "What are you thinking?"

  Yang Mingsheng said: "I'm thinking... he should be watching me right now, hiding in a place very close to me, staring at me, staring at everyone who will approach me."

  Yang Mingsheng said, turning his head from side to side, "looking around" although he couldn't see anything: "Perhaps, finding the key to him doesn't require any clues at all. We just need to sit here quietly and wait for him, he will definitely come again..."

  Cai Dongcheng first furrowed his brow, then suddenly realized, he stood up abruptly and said in surprise and anger: "You're saying that he intentionally let you go? He thought you were bait to lure me out? And you, just as he wished, brought me here?"

  "Shut up!"

  Yang Mingsheng slightly tilted his head, as if listening to some sound, and after a moment of silence, he straightened up and said to Cai Dongcheng: "Cai Lang Jiang, I, Yang Mou, am not someone who shirks responsibility! I didn't reveal your identity to him. When I thought I was sure to die, he didn't kill me, but if he wanted to kill me, it would have been very easy for him."

  I thought for a long time before I figured it out, he wants to use me as bait to find his other enemies! My life alone is clearly not enough to quell his hatred. Heh heh, Yang Mou is now a useless person, I don't think about anything else, my only wish is to kill him! So...

  He slowly raised his head, the black nostrils staring at Cai Dongcheng like eyes, and growled eagerly: "Bring him to kill you, come and kill him!"

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  The Yang Langzhong government was very quiet at night, at least on the surface.

  From this, it can also be seen that the Langzhong government office and mansion are vast. With so many servants guarding the house, the gatekeepers, the martial arts masters, and the police officers on patrol, although they say they have to change shifts three times a day, only one-third of them are active at night. However, when scattered around, it still looks like usual, with the same quietness and emptiness. It's not possible without such a large mansion.

  At night, there was fog, and the autumn fog was lingering. Therefore, the patrolling guards were even more cautious, fearing that the bold and daring assassin, Cold Blade, would emerge from the night fog and give them a knife. So they walked very carefully under their feet, slightly hunched over, cautiously observing the surroundings, paying attention to any slight movement.

  Yang Fan walked cautiously like the other night watchmen, with a knife at his waist and a rattle in his hand, his feet light as a cat's, lest he be heard by others.

  "Shh! Shhh!"

  Yang Fan followed the sound and looked over, only to see a bunch of flowers and grass behind, Ma Qiao's head was poking out from under a straw hat made of woven tree branches on the bridge, waving at him. Yang Fan walked over, Ma Qiao whispered: "Don't always wander around like this, be careful not to run into that deadly jinx, just casually deal with it and you'll be fine, when no one's looking sneak away and find a place to slack off."

  Yang Fan felt a warmth in his heart and nodded: "I'll be careful, you too."

  "Hmm! I knew it, someone's coming!"

  Ma Qiao responded with a sound, and suddenly squatted down. Yang Fan turned around and walked onto the road, where two officials from the Ministry of Punishment were walking shoulder to shoulder towards him. They seemed to be strolling casually, but their eyes scanned the surroundings sharply, taking in everything around them. Their hands were tightly clenched on the handles of their knives.

  Yang Fan stopped at the side of the road and waited for two officials to pass by before continuing on his way.

  The first floor of the study in the backyard was open at this moment. The lights flowed out from the house and shone on the steps three feet outside the door.

  In the original wooden nail tea cooking place, a wooden bench was placed, and a man with a swallow's chin and a tiger's back and bear's waist was sitting on the bench, wiping his knife under the lamp.

  The knife was a thousand-cow knife, shining brightly like autumn water. The big man used a deerskin cloth to wipe it over and over again, occasionally raising it up, narrowing his eyes to take a look, then continuing to bow his head and wipe away the nonexistent stains.

  He cherished this knife very much, a thousand cow knives can solve a thousand cows, it is naturally a top-grade treasure knife.

  Cai Dongcheng's "copper wall and iron bastion" four great masters, with him as the leader, his name is Liu Kui.

  Liu Kui did not know why Cai Lang wanted to bring them to the Yang Mansion, and even stayed overnight at the Yang Mansion, ordering his four brothers to guard the mansion and assist Liu Langzhong in capturing the assassins.

  They were military personnel, while Yang Langzhong was a civil official. Even if Lang Jiang and Yang Langzhong had a close private relationship, it would be extremely inappropriate for him to arbitrarily order military personnel to perform the duties of police officers.

  However, Liu Kui did not have any complaints. Cai Lang would be his superior and also his elder brother. These brothers had been through thick and thin together in the army for many years, charging into battle and fighting side by side, and had long since formed a deep bond of friendship like that of real brothers.

  He was good at killing, but not good at socializing, and even less so at the officialdom's etiquette of welcoming and sending off. Now, he can stand out among the generals of Fengxunwei and become a thousand cowards, all thanks to Cai Langjiang's strong promotion, Liu Kui knew this very well.

  With twelve thousand elite troops at his disposal, not all of them were earned through bravery on the battlefield. Some were due to family connections, some due to flattery and sycophancy. If it weren't for Cai Lang's discerning eye, after twenty years of military campaigns, he might still be just a squad leader, or at most, a deputy captain.

  He knew that everything he had today was thanks to Commander Cai, so he never questioned any of Commander Cai's decisions. Since Commander Cai had ordered them to guard the mansion, he would do his best to fulfill this task. The four brothers stood guard around Yang's bedroom in all directions, each occupying one side: east, south, west, and north.

  With them there, one man can hold a pass against ten thousand.

  The footsteps sounded on the stairs, Liu Kui's hand holding the knife stopped, and he looked up at the stairs with a glance. A young man in a green robe and hat had a cymbal under his arm, a wooden hammer hooked on his little finger, and swayed onto the stairs.

  Liu Kui had seen him before. He was one of the ten patrolling guards in the inner courtyard, but Liu Kui couldn't recall his surname or given name. However, he did have some impression of this person's appearance.

  The young man seemed to have never thought that there was someone here, with a look of surprise, he circled around and wanted to retreat.

  "What's going on?" Liu Kui said in a low voice.

  The young man hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice: "I was thinking of finding some water to drink, I didn't expect it to be the general's garrison."

  Qian Niu, a high-ranking military officer, wasn't even considered a general, but the young man's respectful tone made Liu Kui feel at ease. Although his face was still stern, his voice softened: "The water is over there, help yourself!"

  The young man let out a sigh of relief and hastily bowed his head, saying: "Thank you, General! Thank you, General!"

  The young man quietly entered the house and walked over to a low table on one side.

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