Chapter 118 – The Seal Under the Sampo

Nangong Qianrou took the paper and quickly scanned it, what was recorded on the paper was the discretionary analysis of the case by the Ministry of Justice and the officials of the government offices.

It wasn’t of much value, and he quickly skimmed over it, his eyes glazing over.

The face began to turn serious and read carefully.

The gunpowder that blew up the Yongzhen Shanhe Temple actually came from the saltpeter mine in Da Huangshan Mountain ….. The small flag officer was silenced, and the jinwuwei fornicated with the demon race …. The vein of the whole Sangpo case was clear at once.

Nangong Qianrou could not hide his surprise, he was not too attached to the case, but he also maintained a certain amount of attention, for Xu Qi’an, the organizing officer, he held the mentality of neither meddling nor helping.

According to Nangong Jinluo’s experience judgment, this matter wants to find out something, every three or five days is impossible.

Never would I have expected this in just one day.

“A good material for casework.” He narrowed his peach blossom eyes, finally becoming somewhat certain of Xu Qi’an.

“Good material for handling cases?” Yang Yan’s voice came from outside the carriage, very interested, and asked after him, “Meaning Xu Qi’an?”

Yang Jinluo valued Xu Qi’an and thought he was a young man worth cultivating.

Nangong Qianlou hummed, “You’re lucky to have picked up such a good seedling.”

Yang Yan gave a “hey”, satisfied, and focused on driving.

When he arrived at the night watchman’s office and returned to the Haoqi Building, Wei Yuan said, “Have Xu Qi’an come and see me.”

…..

Xu Qi’an was hiding in the case library’s checking information at this time, just as No.1 said, there had indeed been a usurpation of the throne by Emperor Wu Zong five hundred years ago.

In addition to that, the imperial family of five hundred years ago, except for that founding emperor of the Dabong, the information of the rest of the people were recorded vaguely, and should have been destroyed, leaving only the names behind.

But one thing is certain, the one sealed in the Sangpo is by no means the unlucky emperor who was usurped by his cousin.

For that emperor had an heir at the age of fourteen.

As we all know, before the refining realm, the martial artist is eel hungry without Bao …. Well, it’s not that there is no abalone, it’s that the time has not yet come.

“Check for me, five hundred years ago, any expert of the third rank or above, there can be no room for error.” Xu Qi’an retreated and checked up on the experts in the former imperial forces five hundred years ago.

“Yes!”

Seven or eight mandarins led the way.

At the table by the window, the girl in the long goose-yellow dress had one hand propped up on her cheek, one hand kept stuffing fried fishballs into her mouth, and her legs wiggled and wiggled at the bottom of the table, occasionally revealing the white women’s embroidered boots.

“Miss Caiwei, I suddenly remembered something.” Xu Qi’an smoothly went for the deep-fried fish balls, and was slapped away by the googly-eyed beauty’s quick eyes.

Xu Qi’an coughed, “Are the deep-fried fish balls good?”

“Yummy.” Chu Caiwei nodded her brain.

“I want to eat, but not this.” Xu Qi’an said.

“What’s that for food?” Chu Caiwei asked.

“Want to look at you obsessively.” Xu Qi’an gave a warm smile.

Chu Caiwei’s face reddened for a moment, then her willow eyebrows rose, wanting to scold him for being a denizen, but also feeling that it sounded ambiguous, but different from the nasty words said by a denizen.

For a moment, she didn’t know whether to be angry or not, and if she wasn’t angry, where was her dignity as a yellow girl.

Xu Qi’an smartly sidetracked the topic and said, “There is something I would like to ask Miss Caiwei.”

Chu Caiwei swallowed the pills in her mouth, her rosy little mouth was stained with oil and shiny, pink and tantalizing, she made a stern face, “What is it.”

“What methods can be used to shield the Si Tian Supervisor’s lookout technique?” Xu Qi’an asked.

“High-grade powerhouses are all able to astringe their own aura, but that’s relative, I’m a seventh-grade Feng Shui master, so a high-grade martial artist who can conceal his Qi Looking Technique from me would have to be fifth-grade, to say the least. Sixth grade is not even possible.” Chu Caiwei said proudly.

I am the eighth grade qi practicing realm, then to be able to conceal my qi lookout technique, Zhou Baifu has to be a copper skin and iron bone realm, and he is obviously not …. Xu Qi’an nodded and continued to ask:

“And beyond that?”

“Then it’s a magic weapon.” Chu Caiwei was a good teacher, not needing Xu Qi’an to ask, she chirped up an explanation herself:

“There are two types of magical artifacts in the world: one, the array masters of our Sitian Supervisors burned the array and refined it into an apparatus. Two, items of divine origin acquired by chance.

“There are many types of the latter, for example, when a thousand-year-old tree is struck by lightning, the residual lightning-strike wood contains the power of the most rigid and masculine.

“Another example would be an item that a high-grade powerhouse carries with them, which has been warmed by the breath for years and years, and possesses some sort of divine ability. This kind, however, is mostly an extension of a certain ability of that high-grade powerhouse.”

“Does the capital city have any breath-shielding spells?” Xu Qi’an opened the door.

“We have it in our Sitian Supervisor, but other places ….” Chu Caiwei cocked her head and thought for a moment, “I have to go back and ask Senior Brother Song.”

“…. Well, then this matter is in your hands.”

Between the two of them talking, the mandarins had already listed the people who might have been high-grade martial artists five hundred years ago.

The list was small, just a dozen or so, all of which were suspected to be high grade martial artists.

In the official records, it would not be written that so-and-so was a powerful person of several grades, so the mandarins were inferring the grades through the deeds of the generals who were qualified to be recorded in the official history five hundred years ago.

For example, the King of Zhenbei, who had been defending the north for decades and had experienced hundreds of battles in his life, there was no doubt that he was bound to be a high-grade powerhouse.

Xu Qi’an scanned the list and was disappointed to find that the list had the most fourth-grade martial artists on it, with only a handful of third-grade and none of second-grade, let alone first-grade.

“To be able to be sealed in Sangpo, the second grade is the bottom line, otherwise, the overseer of the first grade of the warlock alone could easily solve the problem, there is no need to seal, is my thinking wrong, the seal is not a person, but an object?”

“Wait …. Supervisor Zheng?!” Xu Qi’an’s heart fluttered, and his breath caught in his throat.

One thing occurred to him, the duty of the Supervisor is to sit in the capital and be the guardian deity of the Great Bong. At least that was the case with this generation of Supervisor Zheng.

Then, if the Wu Zong of that year wanted to usurp the throne, he must not be able to bypass the Supervisor.

A bold guess took shape in Xu Qi’an’s mind, causing him to shiver.

“Caiwei, is our master a Primordial Supervisor?” Xu Qi’an controlled himself to keep his voice from trembling.

“No ah, Master is a second generation Supervisor.” Chu Caiwei’s reply made Xu Qi’an feel his blood boil.

I know who’s sealed underneath Sangpo …. Xu Qi’an gulped, “How did the Primordial Supervisor die?”

Chu Caiwei shook her head, “This is something I don’t know eh, Master never talks about Master Ancestor’s past.”

It’s the Primordial Supervisor, sealed underneath the Sampo!

Xu Qi’an dared to tremble at this conjecture.

No wonder this secret was only known to Emperor Yuan Jing, no wonder the Supervisor was sick, and no wonder the Northern Demon Clan was plotting this good show.

The primordial supervisor is about to get out of the trap, the capital is going to be a big mess …. No, the Primordial Supervisor is already out of the trap.

At this moment, Xu Qi’an actually raised the idea of fleeing the capital.

“Run away, run away quickly …. Take your aunt and uncle with you …. The first generation of Supervisor Zheng to get out of the trap, will certainly cause a bloody storm, that is a first grade ah, the whole capital will become a Cultivation Ground …..”

Thinking of this, Xu Qi’an instead dismissed the idea of running away.

Emperor Yuan Jing asked him to wear the crime, then Wei Yuan had the responsibility to watch over him as a death row inmate, and if he ran away, he would implicate Wei Yuan.

Of course, that’s not the main thing.

Xu Qi’an could certainly run away, but the people of the capital couldn’t, if a duel between first grade experts really happened in the capital, how many people would die?

It’s all human lives.

“This old turtle grandson of Emperor Yuan Jing, he himself is in the palace, being escorted by many experts, but what about the ordinary people in the city?”

“The grudges and grudges between first grade powerhouses, I can’t intervene …. Stick it out, stick it out, and naturally a taller one will go to the top.”

There was an instant decision!

When in doubt, look for Wei Yuan.

Although he was reluctant to admit it, an adept strategist with a reputation like Wei Yuan’s did give people a sense of security.

If Wei Yuan is a mediocre governor, Xu Qi An can only run to the Sitian Supervisor to find the Supervisor.

At this exact moment, a mandarin came in and was overjoyed to see Xu Qi’an: “I’ve been searching for Lord Xu for quite a while, and Lord Wei is looking for you.”

Coincidentally, I also want to find him …. Xu Qi’an bid farewell to Chu Caiwei and marched along with the mandarins towards the Haoqi Building.

Entering the highest building of this yamen and coming to the seventh floor, Xu Qi’an met Wei Yuan, who was dressed in green with frosty sideburns.

As well as two gold gongs.

“The case is progressing well, but unfortunately the trail has broken again. The court has issued a wanted notice for Zhou Chixiong, but it’s unrealistic to find him within half a month.” Wei Yuan took a sip of tea, his tone gentle:

“What’s next?”

Xu Qi’an stood in front of the case, thought a little, and frankly said, “I guess that there is still a black hand behind Zhou Chixiong, but there are just no clues.”

This case is more complicated and troublesome than the tax and silver case. Of course, it was also because he was not the organizing official in the tax and silver case, the Lord needed to find out the loopholes and provide ideas, and the other aspects had the night watchman and the government office to do.

Although the clues were broken, Xu Qi’an already had a general direction for the subsequent investigation: one, to start from the aspect of the spells that shielded the lookout technique.

Two, there are channels and the ability to smuggle gunpowder into Sampo lined up in the list.

The second one is destined to be exhausting and not always fruitful.

“Duke Wei ….” Xu Qi’an tried, “What if after half a month, my humble servant still fails to find out the truth?”

“At that time, I will arrange for you to fake your death and get away, so you can go to the rivers and lakes, and work as a dark line for the night watchman.” Wei Yuan took a sip of tea and said:

“The Yamen’s intelligence network spans the thirteen states, as well as the major jianghu forces. It can’t be done without secretly keeping spies.

“Your character is not suitable for politics, the jianghu is your world. In fact, if there hadn’t been the Sang Po case, you would have left the capital by now under my arrangement.”

Going to the rivers and lakes? …. Xu Qi’an thought in a trance.

“Being a knife in the hands of this seat, a knife that cannot see the light, is it that you feel aggrieved?” Wei Yuan smiled, like a gentle and cheerful pedagogue:

“Your character is soft on the outside and a bit radical, and I both admire and dislike that about you.

“I know in my heart the many drawbacks of a night watchman’s yamen, but human nature is such that light and darkness are intertwined. How many people like Li Yuchun are there? If the night watchmen were full of people like Li Yuchun, the night watchmen wouldn’t be able to do anything to suppress a full court.”

Xu Qi’an frowned, “I understand such reasoning, which is why human nature needs to be hammered at times and deterred often in order for the officials to be clear. Isn’t Lord Wei being overly indulgent.”

“It also depends on the timing.” Wei Yuan did not get angry and explained in a pleasant manner, “The bureaucratic culture of Da Feng is corrupt and the trend of decadence has been established, if you want to change this trend, you have to harmonize with the light and then break it down one by one. When there are no stumbling blocks in front of you, that’s when you can show your ambition.”

Wei Yuan’s meaning is that when he defeats his political enemies in the future and there are no more roadblocks, he can only free up his hands to rectify these pandemonious winds …. Xu Qi’an thought about it and found it reasonable.

“You’re in officialdom, bound by rules, and have to be in harmony with the light. Otherwise, you will only break into trouble again and again. Or, being worn down and losing your martial arts bravado, it’s not cost-effective any way you look at it. But when you enter the jianghu, you will have no worries.” Wei Yuan said in a serious tone:

“Anyone who messes with you, gets in your way, or gets in your way, just use your sword to cut them down, and do it with your heart, without worrying about rules and laws. This is the reason why it is said that one can violate the prohibition with one’s strength.

“Many martial artists lose their hearts in the process and become cold-blooded and ruthless executioners. This is something you need to be aware of.”

Xu Qi’an held his tongue for half a day, “I don’t want to go to the jianghu yet, I want to do my best to try.”

He’s not attached to power, he’s attached to his family. His aunt and uncle, Jiro and his sister.

It’s like being a social animal in a previous life when the boss said, “I’m going to send you to the provinces to expand the market and be stationed there for a long time.”

You say: I don’t want to go.

The boss says: No, you want to.

Fortunately, Wei Yuan is not the kind of pickpocket boss, he didn’t force it, didn’t care and smiled, said, “If it’s okay you can back off.”

No, I have something …. Xu Qi’an clasped his fists and said in a deep voice, “Please ask Duke Wei to dismiss his left and right, humble servant has something important to report.”

Holding us back again?

Nangong Qianlou and Yang Yan, expressionless, looked at Xu Qi’an.

PS: Typos this chapter says see you, also, tomorrow is work, burst of more end. I looked at it, on the shelves until now six days, burst more 67,000 words.

Not bad. Not bad.

Normal update, two chapters a day, each chapter three thousand words bottom. The daily update is about 7000-8000.

That’s the limit, I have to think about the case, set up clues, lay ambushes, and think about the coolness of my crappy book!

It really hurts my brain too much, so I can’t do it like a set piece of writing. I hope everyone understands, but according to the current market trend, the future is the world of the flow of literature, then maybe I can also burst more. For example, my nephew washes his aunt’s feet, and the night watchman comes home to see his sister sleeping in the dog house!