Chapter 242

"Netherwood Root?"

Yang Dongxiong looked at the amber-colored lotus leaves with golden patterns in his hand; he held them up to the sunlight, and the golden patterns shone brightly.

"The quality is excellent, it is a rare item, but why is it in the shape of a lotus leaf?"

"The disciple dismantled it from a lotus flower, so it is in this shape." Liang Qu took out two more pieces from his bosom, "There are two more pieces, which are for the Mistress and the Cao Shixiong; please trouble the Master to pass them on."

Yang Dongxiong nodded, took the leaves, looked at Liang Qu again, stroked his beard, and asked with a smile: "That lotus flower, don't tell me you fished it out of the water again?"

Liang Qu grinned.

"It's fine to go into the water in the last few days, but after six days, don't run around, try to stay at home."

"Binghuo Day?"

On Binghuo Day, all things are restless, and demon beasts often appear; precisely because of this, the beaver family came to his home to take refuge.

Liang Qu's fate relies on water and has many opportunities, but fortune and misfortune depend on each other, which also means crisis.

A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall; Binghuo Day is a troubled time, so he should naturally stay away.

Unexpectedly, Yang Dongxiong shook his head.

"It is not so; fortune and misfortune depend on each other, and being timid will only lead to losing opportunities.

I told you not to run around because the River Patrol Office and the Demon Suppression Division may have major actions recently; you should practice diligently yourself and must not be slack."

Major actions?

Liang Qu wanted to ask clearly, but Yang Dongxiong didn't say it thoroughly.

Where chaos arises, words become the ladder.

If a ruler is not secretive, he loses his ministers; if a minister is not secretive, he loses his life; if secret matters are not secretive, harm is done.

As a senior official of the River Patrol Office and the Demon Suppression Division, even if it is a leisure position, his strength is there, and he cannot be bypassed; he knows everything he should know, but he can only reveal so much.

Liang Qu didn't ask further.

His master wouldn't harm him rashly; staying at home is fine, it's about the same anyway.

"Then about this matter, the one in my home..."

Liang Qu was talking about the old monk; before catching Wulong, he had told Yang Dongxiong about the Entering Zhen Xiang Jiang Zongshi coming here to look for the evil monk.

Yang Dongxiong pondered for a long time and nodded slightly.

Liang Qu understood in his heart.

After visiting the Yang Mansion, Liang Qu went to other places in Pingyang County one after another, giving a portion of Netherwood Root to each of his senior brothers; only when he reached Cao Shixiong Lu Gang's residence did he additionally ask for a few pieces of metal ore.

"Cao Shixiong, what is the value of these four pieces?"

Liang Qu held the selected pieces of ore for Lu Gang to see; Lu Gang glanced at them and waved his hand.

"Take them, they are not worth your Netherwood Root."

"Cao Shixiong, it's better to tell me; they are not worth much now, but that doesn't mean they won't be worth much in the future."

"What do you mean by that?"

"In the future, I might have to come and ask for a few pieces of ore every month; little by little, they will become valuable."

"Does Junior Brother Liang want to learn to be a blacksmith? This amount is not enough for you to use; at most, you can forge a dagger."

"How dare I snatch business from Cao Shixiong Lu? I'd starve to death. It has other uses; I'm raising a few little things that eat ore."

"Eat ore?"

Lu Gang was not surprised; there are many strange creatures in the world, he only told Liang Qu not to lose his ambition in playing with things.

"Then we'll calculate it next time; just take these few pieces. The ore hasn't been refined, so the value is not high."

"Thank you, Cao Shixiong."

Leaving the Lu residence, Liang Qu went to the River Patrol Office and handed the remaining ten or so pieces to Seeing Ran Zhongshi, asking him to help pass them on.

When he was about to leave, Seeing Ran Zhongshi said the same thing to him.

The meaning in his words was even more vague than what Yang Dongxiong said; he only told him not to run around, said nothing else, and told him to keep it secret.

Liang Qu naturally agreed, but after leaving Seeing Ran Zhongshi's study, he specifically swept a glance at the file room when passing the second floor.

Li Shoufu and Huang Pingchang were at their desks registering.

River Earls and River Chiefs were accepting tasks as usual, exactly the same as in the past.

Obviously, not everyone has the connections to know special news in advance.

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Don't underestimate the reminders from Seeing Ran Zhongshi and Yang Dongxiong a few days in advance.

If you don't practice for a day, you know it yourself; if you don't practice for two days, your opponent knows it.

Sharpening the spear before the battle, even if it's not sharp, it will still shine.

Many times, without connections, not knowing the importance, one inexplicably becomes cannon fodder.

Liang Qu felt moved, but he wouldn't stir up trouble; he only pondered in his heart what the major action was.

The fundamental purpose of changing Pingyang Town to a county is to establish a "Beiting Protectorate," but the Beiting Protectorate defends against the outside of the Great Wall, while Pingyang County and the future Pingyang Prefecture defend against the remnants of the Great Qian.

The object worthy of the joint action of the River Patrol Office and the Demon Suppression Division, counting back and forth, is only the remnants of the Great Qian.

A tiger doesn't fall from its frame even when dead.

According to rumors, among those who fled to the Great Marsh, the number of Entering Zhen Xiang Grandmasters alone exceeded two hands.

What a huge force; even if many fell during the days of fighting with Duke Xu, and several died of old age in sixty years, it can still be predicted that many experts are still lingering on.

I don't know what kind of strength the remnants have that requires the River Patrol Office and the Demon Suppression Division to jointly crusade?

Ordinary Hunting Tigers, five against one, wouldn't need such a big mobilization; could it be...

Liang Qu shivered.

Two from the Demon Suppression Division, two from the River Patrol Office, even counting his master, there are only five Hunting Tigers; can they deal with Entering Zhen Xiang?

Or is it that a great expert he doesn't know has come to Pingyang County?

Liang Qu returned home with thoughts and found the old monk for the first time.

"Master, the River Patrol Office and the Demon Suppression Division may be about to take action against the Entering Zhen Xiang remnants of the Great Qian!"

The old monk licked the ink dry, put down the brush in his hand, and looked at Liang Qu quietly.

"Any problems?"

"Ah... no problems?"

The old monk made a gesture of invitation.

When he came back to his senses, Liang Qu had already left the west wing and arrived in the courtyard.

Liang Qu fell into deep thought; what did he come to find the old monk for?

Oh, he came to find someone to provide a safety net.

Currently, except for him, the Daoist priest of the Louguan Terrace, and his master, it is estimated that no one knows that a Entering Zhen Xiang-remnant master is still hiding in Pingyang County.

The old monk is also the highest combat power Liang Qu currently knows; even if his Dantian is broken, he is by no means comparable to an ordinary Hunting Tiger.

If there is an accident, at least there is someone who looks like they can provide a safety net.

Should his purpose have been achieved?

Liang Qu looked back at the closed door of the west wing, and by the way, communicated with the fat catfish and other beasts in the spiritual link, telling them to let the finless porpoise group go out less, and come to live in the pond on weekdays to avoid being beaten to death as wild spirit monsters.

Yang Dongxiong said it didn't matter if he moved around six days ago, but Liang Qu firmly chose to stay at home, go nowhere, and practice martial arts diligently.

He vowed to learn the "Ear Consciousness Method" before the major action arrived, or to point out the Thunder Step.

Five days later.

In the quiet room.

Liang Qu's eyelids drooped slightly, infinitely amplifying his hearing to listen to the surrounding sounds.

But what he wanted to hear was not the sound, but the state.

Passing through the walls, crossing the courtyard, tiny insects and ants crawled out of the ground, butterflies flapped their wings and flew, and beavers hugged trees and gnawed.

Every sound was like a knowledge point, dismantled and refined, leaping onto the paper.

Vitality, deathly silence, fatigue, decay.

Just a small courtyard gave him many completely different feelings, and the feeling it gave people was exceptionally novel.

Hearing covered the west wing, Liang Qu heard the sound of the brush rubbing against the pages, but before he could listen carefully, the entire west wing fell into a deathly silence.

There was no sound at all.

A huge black hole suddenly appeared in the entire three-entry courtyard, and all the light flowed into it.

Liang Qu tacitly covered other places with his hearing, but he no longer had the same feeling as before, and it turned back into various friction sounds.

Mastery is not yet proficient.

It works sometimes and doesn't work sometimes.

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