C16 Old Time Pavilion 2

In the courtyard, there was a pond, paved with green bricks. In the middle of the pond was a pavilion, which wasn't too big, with exactly three or five people sitting there. The stone table was just right.

The ghosts and ghosts were most afraid of sunlight, so they could only come out at night. Ling Yun had never left, the ghosts and ghosts were most afraid of sunlight, so he could only come out at night.

After so many years of doing the same weird things here, it was not impossible that no ghost captors had come to watch. Since it was still like this, either the ghosts here were dangerous, or there was another reason.

If it was dangerous, then he should have lost his life here today. If there were other reasons, then he should have been able to help out.

A gust of cold wind blew past. Sitting in front of Ling Yun were three good-looking women. They propped up their chin and looked at Ling Yun with interest, "Young Master is not afraid?"

Ling Yun shook his head and nodded. It would be strange if he wasn't afraid, but these three girls didn't have any bad intentions. He wasn't in a rush and thought they were lonely.

"Then are you afraid or not?"

another woman asked.

Ling Yun did not answer his question, "I thought that most of the Yin spirits in this world have unfulfilled desires, be it good or evil. I did not have any grudges with my sisters, so I am not afraid; however, the longer I stay in this world, the more resentment I feel. So, I do not know, so I am afraid."

"You scholars, ah. But you talk the most nonsense. I really don't like it." The last girl gently caressed her bright red nails as a cold light flashed in her eyes.

Ling Yun ate a candied fruit, suppressed his shock and said, "Then I'll try my best not to speak."

Ling Yun changed the subject and stood up. He thought for a long time before saying: "I'm new here, so I don't know much about Liang City, and I haven't paid attention to these things in the past. Sisters, why don't you tell me, if I can help, I can still help."

"Hehehe, you scholars are the best at lying and are not afraid of what I tell you. However, your body is full of vitality and vitality. Are you still a boy?" The ghost lady in red climbed onto Ling Yun's body, "Why not have a good time with elder sister? You enjoy the most in the world, and elder sister can also increase her cultivation a little. What do you think?"

Ling Yun shook his head seriously: "This is not good." He glanced at the wine on the table, then looked at the candied fruits, "How about this, you tell a story, and I listen to it, a story, and a glass of wine. If I get drunk, how about I let my sisters do it?"

Alright, Xiao Hong, stop messing around. He is just an ordinary scholar, I think that he has seen some ghosts and spirits, so he is not afraid of us. Perhaps he is someone who has read a lot of righteousness, so if there's nothing else to do, why don't we talk to him. The ghost lady sitting opposite Ling Yun said in a soft voice. Only then did the girl who was clinging to Lu You return to her actions.

"Roar!"

In the old house, the sound of swords rang out. Ling Yun, who was standing at the entrance of the yard, was sweating and gasping for breath. He was holding a wooden sword with his arms trembling slightly, but there was no fear in his eyes.

The six women in white, all in red, stared coldly at Ling Yun. Ling Yun spat out a mouthful of impure air as his sword intent rose and his body was protected by sword Qi. He held his sword in his left hand and said lightly, "I have no ill intentions."

"Just trying to get rid of us." The lady in red replied coldly. She raised her hand and released a baleful aura that turned into a sharp blade that slashed towards Ling Yun's waist.

The wooden sword in his left hand rotated with him as a sword qi shot out, destroying the Baleful Yin Force. The wooden sword had a clear sheen on it, which allowed it to completely destroy the remaining Baleful Yin Force. The other six female ghosts pounced on Bai Ling Hengkong, wanting to bind Ling Yun!

Ling Yun took a deep breath and looked determined.

A tiger has the intention to kill.

When he performed the sword technique this night, it felt like a dream, a fantasy that could lead to the heart. Looking back, it was like a dream, a dream of a thousand years, a dream of the past, a memory of the past, of the past and the past.

But sword cultivators had the strongest killing intent. Within this loneliness, it was just like this late autumn cold killing intent. It was cold, desolate, and full of killing intent!

With a sweep of his sword, the white silk was cut off by the sword qi. Ling Yun seized the opportunity and immediately turned around and walked out of the old house, his white robes was stained with blood, and his face was extremely pale. He stood in front of the old house with a dark and uncertain expression.

If he had not been a sword cultivator, a cultivator, a god, and a martial uncle who had studied the three great sects and nurtured a powerful and righteous Confucian aura, he would have been able to escape from the illusions he had encountered. Otherwise, if he wanted to escape today, he would have had to lose half of his life, and even then, his internal organs were still emitting a cold feeling, as if he was about to vomit.

Ling Yun took a deep look at the old house, took a big gulp of alcohol, and dispelled some of the cold air only after the strong alcohol entered his stomach, then turned around and walked towards the inn. Ling Yun did not realize that after he left, in the alley next to the old house, there was a middle-aged man wearing the uniform of a Soong Dynasty who looked deeply at Ling Yun, then entered through a small door at the side.

The case of Prince Ling's house ten years ago involved many people, and the original owner of this house was once a merchant who was close to Prince Ling's house.

But after the incident at Prince Ling's residence, most of the people who were associated with it encountered an accident, and the wealthy merchant was the same. First, he dispersed all his family's wealth, then he was imprisoned, and it was unknown whether he lived or died, but in the end, the wives and concubines and children of his mansion became playthings, living a life worse than death.

Later, in order to pacify the grievances, the Emperor went through the motions to bring some of the people who had been found guilty to justice. The other merchant, who had murdered the wealthy merchant, feared that the seven women would report his actions and attempt to kill him.

However, something had also happened that night. The woman who was forced to accompany the master of the Liang City yamen to drink and enjoy her wine was killed by the master by accident and thrown into the well in the backyard. At that time, the official of the yamen had a good relationship with the master of the city and there were people in the capital.

After that, he went to live in a place where he had met with many rich merchants, and all of them ended up with the same ending. When he had just transferred to Liang City, he secretly invited people from the cultivation world to come here to catch ghosts, and it was only that person, who was unskilled, had escaped with heavy injuries. He was left behind in the courtyard to listen to the whole story.

The senior master was the brother-in-law of the assistant minister of Soong Dynasty, and the master at that time was now Marquis Xueai's brother-in-law. If he were to continue investigating the case, with his current abilities, it was impossible for him to do so, as he had no foundation in the capital.

Furthermore, as time passed by, the more these seven women's grievances grew, the more they would affect the citizens of Liang City.

The youth from before wasn't very strong either, but his two golden-haired cultivators had a good relationship with each other. He didn't know if he could find a way to break it.

After Ling Yun returned to the inn, he meditated and regulated his breathing. Circulating his Thirteen Floors, the sword qi in his body turned into a dragon shape, travelling through his limbs and bones, dispersing the Baleful Yin Force. Two hours later, Ling Yun spat out a mouthful of black Qi, instantly freezing the bed curtain and turning it into dust.

Ling Yun looked at Caogen's mother and son before returning to his room to rest. His mind was filled with countless thoughts. The majority of the world's vengeful spirits were people who had suffered many grievances while alive.

His own teacher had taught him a lesson that was easy to understand. Even those who had never read before could understand it, so why was it that no one had done it?

Such a Confucian education, was it really done?

Or could it be that this heart was truly hopeless?

Mister wanted me to obey the duties of a gentleman, but I did, what about the others? Even Master hadn't changed, so how could he do it himself?

This was the first time Ling Yun thought of other things while taking revenge.

The next morning, Ling Yun woke up early to study. A middle-aged man with an octagonal beard walked into the inn and was led by the waiter to Ling Yun's room. Ling Yun was reading, so Ling Yun signaled for the waiter to withdraw while he waited outside.

Ling Yun was reading Lesser Sage's "Mencius". The most classic of these is benevolence. It is also the last word that the world's Confucian Scholars have placed first.

As for cultivators, other than the scholars from the Confucian school, most of them rarely read the Confucian classics, because there was no need for cultivation and heaven to fight for fame. They would defy the heavens, seek invincibility in the world, seek longevity, and if they were invincible in life, why would they need to be kind, they would not need to be kind. When I say that kindness is good, when I say that kindness is kind, when I say that kindness is kind, why would they need the rules of the Confucian school to judge my good and evil?

When Ling Yun had finished reading, it was already two hours before the middle-aged man knocked on the door, and gently said: "Young Noble Ling Yun, I'm from the Liang City Department, and have something to discuss with you."

The Ling Family had long since been cut off from the rest of the people, yet another one had suddenly appeared. However, regarding the case of the imperial government's office with regards to the Wu Steel Manor, the Ling Family members had already been slaughtered cleanly. This Ling Yun shouldn't be related to the Wu Steel Manor, so he would be fine with investigating it when he returned.

Ling Yun quickly opened the door and greeted the senior, "Junior Ling Yun did not know that sire is here, please blame me."

Hee Zhang waved his hand and entered the room under the lead of Ling Yun. After sitting down, he went straight to the point, "Young Master Ling is also a cultivator?"

"A little learning is not worth mentioning." Ling Yun said calmly. How did this Hee Zhang know of his cultivation person? If even the black-clothed man could not see it that day, how would he know?

"Young Master Ling, don't worry, I coincidentally just met yesterday at Old House of Dongcheng." Hee Zhang said lightly.

Back then, when Mr. Meng brought him to Liang City to register for a household, he remembered that Hee Zhang was just a small official and did not hold a high position. However, Ling Yun remembered that Mr Mr. Meng admired Hee Zhang and specifically chatted with him for a while.

Ling Yun cupped his hands together and said: "Back then, Mister came to the Liang City Prefecture Yamen with your personal belongings, and had once met Master."

"That year?" All these years, the only big figure that he had seen was Lesser Sage from the Ji Dynasty. "You are the disciple of Mr. Meng?"

Moreover, everyone knew that Lesser Sage had countless disciples, but not a single one of them was a disciple. It was also ten years ago that Hee Zhang had just met Lesser Sage, holding a child in his hand, and proudly said that Lesser Sage was my direct disciple.

And that child was the current Ling Yun, the direct disciple of Lesser Sage. Moreover, he was the only disciple. Then, Ling Yun's status was simply unimaginable, a direct disciple of a saint.

"Yeah." Ling Yun said.

Since Ling Yun was Lesser Sage's disciple, Ling Yun didn't have to worry too much about Old House of Dongcheng. He directly poured everything out, but as he said it, Hee Zhang realized that Ling Yun did not seem to know that his teacher was not an ordinary teacher of San Liu Jing's school. Instead, it was Lesser Sage, the second holy master of the Confucian school.

"In other words, Old House of Dongcheng involves a huge grievance, and it also involves the case of Prince Ling Residence eleven years ago. It would be extremely difficult to seek justice for that rich businessman and his wives and children."

Ling Yun touched his chin, this was something unexpected, in this way, if he wanted to lay out the plan again, he would have to start over. But there was one more thing, this Prefect was a bit too good to him, all the recommendations were made by the local officials, if he had to recommend it, could he start with the Prefect?