Chapter 182 Listening to Mountain Ghosts at Night

The wind and rain were gusty and the chill was heavy.

Gong Qinghong walked slowly on the misty stone steps in the mountains. Although it was raining heavily, he always had a faint smile on his face.

Because he had just sown another seed. No matter what the result of going up the mountain today was, at least he would not return empty-handed.

"The road should be walked step by step, and the meal should be eaten bite by bite. A little bit of accumulation will become a lot, and a trickle will become a sea. Sooner or later, these people will wake up and become my swans and helpers!"

Dong!

At this moment, a crisp and pleasant sound of a bronze chime penetrated the rain curtain and reached Gong Qinghong's ears.

Gong Qinghong's smile suddenly disappeared, his face was solemn, he stood up straight, and bowed his hands to the bottom.

"Honghu Gong Qinghong, I want to see Taoist Yu of Qingcheng Group."

As soon as the voice fell, the fog covering the road ahead seemed to have intelligence and dispersed to both sides, revealing an ancient and elegant rain pavilion on the mountainside.

A rather magical scene appeared in front of Gong Qinghong.

The wind and rain that invaded the mountains suddenly stopped outside the courtyard. If you encounter a thunder pool, you can't step in at all.

There are stone tables and stone benches in the pavilion, and there is a curl of green smoke rising from a ring-ear incense burner on the table.

The faint fragrance drifted and rushed into Gong Qinghong's nose.

In such a fairy scene, Gong Qinghong only smelled a pungent smell of blood.

The burner is an antique, and the incense is musk.

The fire of the burning incense is the fat of the people.

A middle-aged man with skin as white as cream and a white face without a beard sat in the pavilion, wearing a green Taoist robe, with eye-catching small words embroidered on his chest with gold thread.

Qingcheng Group, Yu.

Behind him, there are two young men in tight clothes and Taoist buns guarding on both sides.

Although there is no obvious mark on the men, the black rings between their fingers reveal their identities.

The only person who can carry a simple temporary prison at any time is the Jinyiwei!

"Even the disciples of their own sect are placed in the Jinyiwei to eat the emperor's food. They are so blatantly fleecing the court. It seems that the Yu family is not having a good time. No wonder they have to do everything they can to drive away the Gu family and find a way to make money for themselves."

"Unfortunately, all the plans were ruined by Li Jun in the end."

Gong Qinghong complained in his heart, but he still did not put down his hands for saluting. He said respectfully: "Please trouble Taoist Yu to go down the mountain to greet you. Gong Qinghong is very frightened."

"It's not that I will go down the mountain to greet you, but you Honghu people are smelly and unworthy of going up the mountain."

Gong Qinghong had a bit of tolerance and did not get angry because of Yu Canghai's sarcasm.

"In any case, Master Yu can spare time from his busy schedule, Qinghong is already very grateful."

"You are still as thick-skinned as ever. Does your ritual of the Zongheng sequence require that only shameless people can be promoted?"

Yu Canghai's temper is the same as his flying sword named 'Red Dragon', both of which are extremely hot-tempered.

Seeing that the other party is always so aggressive, Gong Qinghong does not intend to retreat again and again. With his hands behind his back, he said coldly: "If Master Yu despises Honghu so much, why did he come down the mountain to meet him today?"

"I am a hundred households of the Jinyiwei of Chengdu Prefecture, and you are the rebels wanted by the court. I am here to arrest you, not to see you."

As soon as Yu Canghai finished speaking, the two Jinyiwei on the left and right took a heavy step forward at the same time.

At the same time, the sudden rain that was blocked outside the pavilion was blown by the wind and slapped Gong Qinghong's cheek.

Gong Qinghong's expression remained unchanged, and his expression was neither humble nor arrogant. "It's true that you are a centurion, but Honghu is not a bandit."

"Whether you are a bandit or not, there is no need to explain. Once you enter the imperial prison, you will naturally admit it."

Yu Canghai flicked his finger, and a line of fire suddenly appeared in the rain.

The clanging of swords actually overwhelmed the rumbling sound of rain at this moment.

"I didn't kill anyone or set fire, but I was imprisoned in the imperial prison. Those violent thugs can get away with it. What kind of official is this?!"

Gong Qinghong's voice was like a bell, echoing in the mountain road.

Clang!

The line of fire flew, and the tail flame dragged the evaporating water vapor behind it, with a terrifying momentum!

"Watching my son being wrongly killed and unable to avenge his hatred until now, what kind of father is this?!"

Yu Canghai's facial features were ferocious, and his voice was like frost, "Are you teaching me how to do things?!"

Gong Qinghong answered loudly: "I dare not, I just want to do things for the centurion!"

Buzz!

The fire suddenly stopped, and the remaining strong wind blew Gong Qinghong's hair into a flutter.

But he still looked calm, looking at the red flying sword hovering in front of his eyes.

Yu Canghai sneered, "Doing things for me, what do I need you rats to do?"

"Of course, it's the little things that you are not convenient to do."

Gong Qinghong smiled slightly, "For example, I killed Li Jun for you and avenged the murder of your son."

"You? A small Zongheng Eight Writers."

Yu Canghai said disdainfully, "It is clearly written in the Jinyiwei's official report that your promotion ceremony was destroyed by Li Jun. You are already in disgrace, and now you dare to talk big here?"

Gong Qinghong's face did not change, "Li Jun was not calculated in the situation that day, he was just a variable."

Yu Canghai sneered, "Do you think I will believe your sophistry?"

"True or false, seeing is believing, hearing is false."

Gong Qinghong laughed, waved his wet sleeves, and bowed to Yu Canghai again.

"Whether it is true or false, what's the harm if you try again, sir? If it fails, you will not lose anything."

"Or are you willing to just watch Li Jun prosper in Chongqing Mansion, and not worry about whether he will be a big loser in the future?"

The wind and rain were like darkness, the beating tail flames made a crackling sound, and the high temperature made Gong Qinghong's face ache.

After being silent for a long time, the man in the pavilion finally spoke slowly: "Zongheng sequence, Chao Qin and Mu Chu, there is no final decision. Tell me, what do you want from me when King Yin sends you here this time?"

"Ming Dynasty treasure banknotes, military firearms, and healing elixirs are all acceptable."

Yu Canghai narrowed his eyes, "Gong Qinghong, are you provoking me?"

Gong Qinghong looked sincere, "I don't dare. Honghu only took these things to help the border guards suppress the unrest in the criminal areas. They will never appear in the empire's mainland."

Yu Canghai sneered: "Do you think I will believe your nonsense?"

"As long as the words are touching enough, won't the mountain ghosts also listen to people talking about Hongye? Moreover, my lord, you are a member of the Jinyiwei family, so you should know Honghu's abilities. Li Jun is just a trivial meeting gift."

Gong Qinghong stretched out his hand and pointed to the magnificent Taoist temple hidden in the mist above his head.

"That's what Honghu can really do for you."

Buzz..

The flying sword turned and fell into the Taoist's long sleeve.

"I have not seen you in Qingcheng Mountain today. I will not let you see you anywhere else in the future."

"Don't worry, tomorrow's Jinyiwei newspaper will only read that the Chengdu Jinyiwei successfully captured a member of the Honghu organization who was trying to sneak into Qingcheng Mountain."

Gong Qinghong bowed to the end, and when he stood up again, there was no one in Fang Yuting.

Only the curls of green smoke from the incense burner were still rising.

The mist on both sides of the stone stairs gathered again, swallowing Gong Qinghong's figure.