"Sit anywhere."

Looking at Murong Canghai who walked in expressionlessly, Rong Fei did not get up from his seat. He raised his head and yawned before speaking in a casual manner, as if the visitor was an old friend who had known him for many years.

But actually this was only the third time the two met.

Murong Canghai didn't take it seriously. He pulled up a chair and sat down opposite Rong Fei. Without any courtesy, he went straight to the point.

"There are some things I need to explain to you clearly."

"But there's no harm in talking."

Rong Fei waved his hand and made a gesture of listening.

"Did Bai Wuchang say that I will cause trouble for you because my sister-in-law was beaten?"

"Well, he said you are a crazy girl-protector."

"Because my mother died young, my father suddenly disappeared seven years ago, and my aunt went into seclusion, I brought up Qiu Shui. To Qiu Shui, I am a brother like a father. There is love, but I will never spoil him.

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You taught her a lesson because she was wrong in the first place and you had no ill intentions towards her. After this incident, Qiu Shui's character can be restrained, which is a good thing. So instead of making trouble for you, I would like to thank you."

"You already said this yesterday, there is no need to repeat it again."

"no the same."

Murong Canghai shook his head seriously.

"Yesterday, I did have something to ask for when I visited my house. The purpose was different, my mood was also different, and my words were not sincere."

"Oh, what Brother Canghai means is that the same words said yesterday were hypocritical, but today they are said from the bottom of my heart."

Rong Fei put away his smile, sat up straight, and said solemnly.

"That's exactly what it means."

"Okay! I believe it."

After receiving Rong Fei's approval, Murong Canghai's expression became much calmer, no longer as serious as when he first entered the door. He nodded and continued.

"The second thing is about the ancient ruins of Linzhou. Yesterday I said that I invited you to deal with the people in Shushan. This is indeed one of the purposes, but it is not complete. In fact, inviting you to join has a deeper purpose.

, that’s...”

"Wait a moment."

Rong Fei suddenly raised his hand to interrupt Murong Canghai.

"Why are you telling me this? If it's because of me rescuing your sister, Brother Canghai doesn't have to do this. Solving the case and rescuing people is the responsibility of the Ji Xian Division. Whether it's Murong Qiushui who was kidnapped or someone else, it doesn't matter to me.

No matter the difference, we will do our best to save you."

What Rong Fei said was half true and half false.

Indeed, no matter who Chu Wei kidnapped last night, Rong Fei would go to rescue him after knowing about it. But it cannot be denied that because of Murong Qiushui's identity as the saint of the Universe Temple, Rong Fei had a greater sense of urgency.

If something happens to the Saint of Qiankun Temple, both the Dayan Court and the Jixian Division will be under tremendous pressure from public opinion.

If the accident happened to just an ordinary person, it would be just an ordinary case. Although Rong Fei would blame himself in his heart, no one would blame him. For those officials and emperors who sit high in the court, they have billions of people under their jurisdiction.

Not to mention the death of one or two of the people, even if it is one hundred, two hundred, one thousand or two thousand, they are just numbers.

Taxes will not be reduced much, and political performance will not be affected.

Even though Rong Fei was deeply influenced by the concept of equality in previous generations, regardless of high or low, it is undeniable that this slogan is a joke. Chinese website

Living without waiting is the norm in the world.

But this was not the reason why Rong Fei interrupted Murong Canghai.

Early this morning at the Paradise Garden in Xicheng, Murong Canghai solemnly said that he owed Rong Fei a favor.

Perhaps he was grateful that Rong Fei had rescued his sister. Looking at Murong Canghai's attitude, it was obvious that he planned to tell the truth about the true purpose of inviting Rong Fei to Linzhou's ancient ruins.

But the problem is that Rongfei has already known his plan through spiritual hearing. If Murong Canghai is allowed to tell the truth at this time, it will be of no value to Rongfei. On the contrary, it will make Murong Canghai understand his thoughts and feel comfortable.

How can this be done? Murong Canghai must be made to feel guilty, so that the favor he owes Rong Fei will be more valuable.

value.

Who is Murong Canghai?

Qiankun sees the world and walks around, and is one of the most awesome people among the younger generation. This kind of person has a rare gift of human kindness, and his value must be maximized.

According to Murong Canghai's past behavior style, when he was interrupted so rudely when he was speaking, he must have given the other person a taste of some colors to let him know why the flowers were so red.

Bai Zizai's evaluation of Murong Canghai's arrogance and ruthlessness was not just nonsense, but a summary based on his past behavior style. However, after entering Kyoto City, Murong Canghai, who was as arrogant as he was, had to restrain his temper.

After all, there is the Jixian Division, Yu Qingzhi, and the Five Ultimate Formations in the city of Kyoto.

The other one is that the ancient ruins of Linzhou are of great importance, so Murong Canghai pretends to be kind and polite because he wants something more than Rong Fei.

Murong Canghai and Murong Qiushui were biological siblings, and Murong Qiushui was brought up by Murong Canghai. Murong Qiushui's fiery temper was more or less influenced by Murong Canghai.

After hearing Rong Fei's words, Murong Canghai nodded in agreement.

"If this kind of thing were said by other monks, I would think that he is a hypocrite, and then punish him severely. But if it is said from your mouth, I believe it. I saw you use the fourth-grade spirit without hesitation this morning.

When I went to cure that woman with medicine and said that there is no distinction between high and low, I knew that you were different from other monks in the spiritual world and that you were a true gentleman."

"Hahaha, I just said that Rong Fei is very interesting. I have always been very good at judging people."

The window to the courtyard was pushed open, Bai Zi put one hand on the edge of the window frame, jumped in and laughed.

He glanced at the empty desk and couldn't help but shook his head and complained.

"I know you two guys are unreliable. How can we have such a dry conversation? It's interesting to have wine, food, and beautiful women in the company."

Say it, lift up your sleeves and sweep over the table, and a pile of food will clatter onto the table.

There are sauced meats, roasted chickens, snacks, fruits, etc.

He pulled a chair and sat next to Murong Canghai, put his left hand into the cuff of his right arm, carefully took out three porcelain bottles from it, stuffed one into each of Murong Canghai and Rong Fei and said.

"I'll treat you two to the wine, but the food costs a total of twelve taels and twenty cents. If you divide it into three equal parts..."

Bai Zizai raised his head, rolled his eyes, and counted with his fingers how much money each person should share.

Rong Fei smiled slightly and took out a banknote and slapped it in front of him.

"This meal is mine."

"Hehehehe, Uncle Fencheng is still very grand! Then I will be disrespectful, hehehehe, one hundred taels... Hey, why does the missing corner of this bank note look familiar? Could it be the one I gave you the day before yesterday?

Wanliangli..."

"Hahaha, raise a glass to the bright moon, face the shadows and form a threesome. Let's drink and drink!"

Rong Fei laughed, removed the cork from the wine bottle, raised the bottle to the two of them and smiled.

Murong Canghai's eyes lit up and he said.

"Raise a glass to the bright moon, and make three people in the shadow. What a poem! You are worthy of being a poet whose poems are like flowing waterfalls. You should have a drink."

Go ahead, remove the cork and take a long sip.

"Hey! It's monkey wine. It's rare for Bai Wuchang to be so generous."

"What poet?"

Rong Fei said strangely.

Bai Zizai folded the banknote in half and put it in his sleeve, raised the wine bottle and touched it with the two of them before replying.

"You didn't go out today, so you don't know. Yesterday, the group of scholars who gathered in front of the Ji Xian Temple visited the fifteen great scholars in Kyoto and proposed that you be included in the list of great scholars. The scholars also copied the poems you wrote.

It was made into a book and posted all over Kyoto to promote it.

Just at noon today, I don’t know who came from the name of Poetry Saint. It seems that I want you to suppress the Poetry Immortal in Shushan. In addition, there are also Poetry Ghost, Poetry Crown, Poetry Head, etc.

There are other titles, but none of them are as loud as the Poet Saint. Of course, in addition to these nice-sounding names, there are also contemptuous titles such as Poet Thief."

"What the hell, the corpses are in a mess."

Rong Fei shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"But it's fun, and I still have to tell you some things."

Bai Zizai took a sip of wine, smacked his lips a few times, and then said earnestly.

"There is no distinction between high and low people. You can say this in Kyoto City. After all, there are chief arresters and the Five Jue Formation in Kyoto City. People in the spiritual world dare not make trouble here. When you leave Kyoto City in the future, you will still have to

It is essential to be on guard against others. The elixir is precious. Keep an extra pill and you may be able to save your own life. After all, there are not many interesting people like you. If one of you dies, there will be less fun in the world.

Wouldn’t that be too boring?”

Hearing this, Rong Fei couldn't help but be curious, and humbly asked for advice.

"What is the monastic world like outside of Kyoto?"

"Hey, this is a long story."

Bai Zizai sighed like an old god.
To be continued...