(After reminding readers, I realized that I had written two thirty-nine chapters before, so I had the forty-two chapters of yesterday... It was a bit embarrassing.)

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Most parts of Chaotian Continent are already full of spring, and Baicheng has finally finished its winter.

The whole city is covered with pear blossoms, and I return to the old temple during the winter.

The giant sword like a beam was still so silent, and the golden Buddha was still smiling, looking at the world outside the temple and the snowfield further away.

She walked to the Buddha and took a fruit and ate it. She returned to the threshold and sat down. She looked at the snow field where the fog had dissipated and asked a question.

"Will you feel bored when you look at the same scenery every day?"

"I would like this world to be bored like this. Recently, there have been constant movements in the mainland, which is lively, which makes me feel a little uneasy."

The low and distant sound rang out, and there was a faint sound of destruction inside, which really looked like the famous broken bell at Guocheng Temple.

Zhuodong raised his eyebrows and said, "This matter has nothing to do with me, and I don't even know where their list came from."

The voice asked, "Do you think you can get all the Bulao Lin this time?"

After the winter, he said, "Of course it's impossible."

The voice continued to ask, "Where is that person?"

After winter, he was silent for a while and said, "It's very difficult. Even if Jian Xilai was forced to come forward in the end, he would not leave any handle, and he was not easy to kill."

The voice said, "You want to kill him?"

After winter, he threw away the fruit in his hand, stood up, and said, "Even if I want to kill him, I don't want you to take action."

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In the late spring, rain is common.

The spring rain in Chaoge City has fallen for a day and a night, and it seems that it will continue.

The rain is not heavy, but it is a bit annoying, especially when the smooth bluestone road becomes wet, it is easy for people to slip.

The black eaves of Taichang Temple are becoming more and more like the horns of a dragon in the rain, as if they are staring at pedestrians sheltering from the rain on the street, and the falling children seem to be watching someone's joke.

In the house not far from Taichang Temple, the Jing family was having a meal.

Jing Shang and his father and wife discussed the matter of their children attending the school and then mentioned their children's marriage.

The child who was unable to walk steadily back then, so he wanted Jing Jiu to hug him is now eleven or twelve years old. He is eating with his head down and is very well-behaved.

In the Duke's Mansion not far from the Jing'an, the raindrops tapped the windows, blurring the spring scenery in the yard.

The sky light dispersed, making the Ru kiln bottle on the shelf look even better.

Duke Lu took his eyes back from the bottle, looked at his son, and said, "There may be some things these days, don't leave the house."

The prince Lu Ming asked curiously: "Father, what's going on?"

Duke Lu was silent for a while and said, "A very interesting thing... Bu Lao Lin wants to kill me."

When Lu Ming heard this news, he was surprised and thought that his father was deeply trusted by His Majesty the Emperor of God and could enter and exit the palace at will, but he always acted in a low-key manner and rarely offended others. Why did he become the target of Bu Lao Lin?

Before the shock had subsided, he became worried. He knew very well how terrible the Bulao Lin was. Even if his father was in a high position and had strong protection for his access, how could he be able to defend himself for a lifetime?

"Bu Lao Lin rarely misses, but since he knows it in advance, he naturally doesn't have to worry."

Duke Lu knew what he was thinking when he looked at his son's expression and said, "This matter should end soon and will not last too long."

Lu Ming didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, but he breathed a little relieved and asked, "Why don't Lao Lin want to kill you?"

Duke Lu said: "I think it's not because someone wants to buy my life, so it's naturally related to being a father."

Lu Ming was even more puzzled and thought that his father was the Minister of Taichang Temple. What could this location have to do with an assassin organization like Bulao Lin?

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Duke Lu got up before dawn. He used to take leave often and suddenly became diligent these days and went to court every day.

Standing in the city gate, he chatted with the masters and seemed very normal, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking, or what he was waiting for.

When I left the palace, the morning light had arrived, and the raindrops falling on the long street were illuminated and were very beautiful.

Duke Lu looked at the view outside the window, but frowned, thinking why the other party hadn't taken action yet?

When he arrived at Taichang Temple, Duke Lu walked out of the sedan chair and looked at the black eaves in the rain. He didn't know what he thought of, and shook his head with a smile.

The officials came up to him, and he responded with a gentle expression. He walked into Taichang Temple surrounded by his subordinates and came to the innermost room.

The room was very warm and dry. Whether it was the official uniform or the water droplets in the sideburns disappeared quickly. He sighed comfortably and picked up the tea bowl at his hand.

Every morning when he comes to the yamen, he will prepare a bowl of hot tea, which is at the most convenient place to pick it up at his hand.

It has been many years since the deacons in the tea house have done these things very well.

For example, today the bowl is a light red Shanmei, which is his favorite tea in spring. As for other seasons, of course, there will be different likes.

The temperature of the tea in the bowl is also very particular, it is neither hot nor cold, which is his favorite temperature.

If he had already had a sip of tea at this time on weekdays, but he had not drunk it today. He seemed a little dazed and didn't know what he was thinking.

Suddenly there was a noise from afar, mixed with a few exclamations.

Duke Lu was still looking at Shanmeicha in the bowl, his expression remained unchanged.

The dense footsteps sounded, and many people came to his room, and a man dressed in a servant was pushed to the ground.

Someone reported: "Duke, this man is a deacon in the tea house, his surname is Zhou, and he poisoned the tea."

Duke Lu didn't look up and asked, "Did you find out the residual poison? What exactly is it?"

"This person was extremely cautious. After poisoning, he threw the poison bag into the kitchen. The subordinate was unable to stop him for a while and could only check the poison from the tea later."

The official who replied was not a subordinate of Taichang Temple but an official of Qingtiansi, from the official uniform.

Duke Lu raised his head, gently put the tea bowl back on the table, and looked at the tea house servant on the ground, narrowing his eyes.

The assassin of Bulao Lin is not a powerful practitioner who is good at assassination, but a traitor who has worked in Taichang Temple for many years.

If he hadn't known about this in advance, he might have really drank the tea in the bowl today.

Ordinary poisons don’t mean much to people like him, but since Lin dares to design this way, I think the poison in the tea must be extraordinary.

Since the tea house servant was not a practitioner, Qingtiansi was not afraid that he would commit suicide. He did not use the energy lock, but just tied his hands with a rope.

He felt the Duke's vision, his face was pale and extremely fearful, and he could not kneel down at all, collapsed on the ground, and his body kept trembling.

Duke Lu knew that the servant should have been instigated or threatened by others. He didn't even know the inside story of this matter, and he didn't even know that the main messenger behind the scenes was Bulao Lin, and waved his hand to drag it down.

The venue was a little confused, and there were people everywhere in the corridor, with clothes wet from the rain rubbing against each other.

An official shouted that there was something important to report, and squeezed away the crowd with anxiety and came to the front of the house.

Just as he was about to step across the threshold, the fine raindrops under the corridor suddenly became messy.

I don't know where a gust of evil wind blew from.

Duke Lu raised his head.
Chapter completed!