nucmednet Chapter 165 Message
Chapter 165 Message
Looking at the young man in front of her, Shi Ruolin finally became interested for the first time.
In fact, her interest in Taiping Palace wasn't entirely what Ding Yi said, but rather because she had just learned from Liu Feng yesterday that Project One was currently lacking research subjects.
Last time, the scheme they devised with the Blood and Flesh Temple was to capture some of the Yin-Yang Palace's worshippers, but their plan was thwarted by an elder from the Myriad Manifestations Sect named Li Baozheng.
Shi Ruolin didn't expect that things would take such a turn for the better so quickly.
"I'm starting to get interested in your proposal. Tell me, what are your plans?"
Shi Ruolin asked.
"It's very simple. Just wait on the road, and kill any people from Taiping Palace you encounter."
Ding Yi grinned, a seemingly harmless smile.
"Are you planning to take action directly?"
Shi Ruolin was stunned for a moment.
"why not?"
Ding Yi countered with a question.
Shi Ruolin thought for a moment, then continued:
“Taiping Palace is the overlord of Yizhou. If what you say is true, I need to contact the Chaotic God Sect branch in Yizhou. After all, we don’t know much about Taiping Palace.”
"In addition, I need to make some preparations to make the scene look like it was done by people from the Yin-Yang Palace, but not too obviously."
"At the same time, we also need to find a way to interfere with the judgment of the Yin-Yang Palace and make them believe that it was Baiyun Temple that did it."
Upon hearing this, Ding Yi nodded to himself.
As expected of the cunning and treacherous leader of the Chaotic God Cult, his first reaction upon hearing this was to frame both sides.
This could indeed cause chaos in several states. As for the extent of the chaos, that will depend on the specific actions taken by the Chaos God Cult.
"How should we notify the adults if there's any news?"
Ding Yi suddenly remembered something and then asked.
"Once you have news, go to the gambling den in the eighth district. After you bet big three times in a row at table number one, someone will come to meet you."
"Remember the secret code for the meeting: 'Tianfeng Liujia, who will win the prize?'"
"The six auspicious stars will be awarded; whose prize will it be? I'll remember it."
Ding Yi repeated it and then nodded.
Upon seeing this, Shi Ruolin picked up the tea in front of her and poured it into her own cup.
Seeing this, Ding Yi knew that Shi Ruolin was seeing the guests off. He cupped his hands in greeting to Shi Ruolin and turned to walk outside.
Upon exiting the door, Ding Yi discovered that Nangong Tian was still anxiously waiting outside.
"Thank you, Senior Brother."
Ding Yi looked at Nangong Tian, then cupped his hands and smiled.
"Ah, junior brother, I'm glad I could help you."
Nangong Tian waved his hand, appearing nonchalant.
"By the way, senior brother, how did you get to know the sect leader?"
Ding Yi asked, somewhat puzzled.
"My lord and I are like brothers, you wouldn't understand."
Nangong Tian shook his head.
"I see."
Ding Yi smiled and nodded at Nangong Tian, then left.
As Nangong Tian watched Ding Yi's departing figure, still lost in thought, he suddenly heard a voice coming from inside the room:
"Tianlang, come in now that your junior brother has left."
Upon hearing this voice, Nangong Tian shuddered, a look of pain flashing across his face, but he quickly regained his smile and strode into the side room behind him, closing the door behind him.
After leaving the shop, Ding Yi went straight back to his courtyard.
After returning to the house, he took out paper and pen and began to write rapidly.
Before long, a coded letter was written. Ding Yi blew on the letter to dry the ink, then rolled it up and put it into a thin bamboo tube.
Ding Yi brought the thin bamboo tube into the courtyard, took out his whistle, blew it towards the sky, and then waited quietly.
A short while later, a dark shadow appeared in the sky.
The dark figure descended at an extremely fast speed, and in the blink of an eye it was less than a hundred meters away from the top of the courtyard. In the next blink, it landed heavily on the stone table in the courtyard.
Ding Yi looked at the demonic falcon on the stone table, then walked over, tied the bamboo tube to its foot, and then made a gesture to it.
The falcon understood Ding Yi's gesture immediately, then flapped its wings and flew into the sky, disappearing after a few breaths.
"Sun Qiao'er, don't let me down."
Ding Yi looked at the demonic falcon, now reduced to a mere black dot above its head, and muttered to himself.
One day later, at the Yin-Yang Palace.
Sun Qiao'er sat in a small courtyard halfway up the mountain, staring blankly ahead, seemingly lost in thought.
Suddenly, a familiar voice came from above. Sun Qiao'er looked up and her face immediately regained some color.
A jet-black falcon landed beside Sun Qiao'er and then affectionately rubbed against her arm.
Sun Qiao'er patted the falcon's head, then took the letter from its foot.
After glancing at the contents of the letter, Sun Qiao'er got up and went back to her room, where she found "A Brief History of the Great Liang" on the shelf in her bedroom.
This was the first time Ding Yi had written to her, and it was this letter that unlocked Sun Qiao'er's troubled heart, like a ray of light shining into the darkness, allowing her to feel the long-lost care.
After a while, Sun Qiao'er translated the contents of the letter and was immediately taken aback.
What is the master doing?
Sun Qiao'er was unaware of Ding Yi's thoughts, but after a moment's thought, she had already made up her mind.
Immediately, Sun Qiao'er hurriedly left the courtyard and headed up the mountain.
At this moment, Zuowang Peak is covered with snow.
Sun Qiao'er walked barefoot on the bluestone slabs in the mountains, her steps light and quick, her figure passing by the tea pines on both sides, heading straight for the top of the mountain.
Before long, Sun Qiao'er arrived at the Xuan Guang Hall at the summit.
This Xuanguang Hall is the Taoist temple of her master, Qiu Dishui.
As soon as Sun Qiao'er stepped outside the hall, a woman approached. It was the same woman who had teased Sun Qiao'er in the hot spring mountain that day.
"Sister Qiao'er, what brings you to Master's temple?"
Zhu Ci looked at Sun Qiao'er's alluring face, a hint of disdain flashing through his mind, but he smiled and said.
"I've come to find my master."
Sun Qiao'er did not want to get entangled with Zhu Ci, so she tried to go into the hall.
"Oh dear, Sister Qiao'er, Master is currently cultivating and it's inconvenient for him to come."
Zhu Ci flashed in front of Sun Qiao'er and blocked her way, then said with a smile.
"Junior Sister Zhu, don't think that just because you've latched onto the son of an elder of the Yangyang Palace, you can do whatever you want here."
Sun Qiao'er said coldly, her eyes sharp and icy.
Zhu Ci was startled by Sun Qiao'er's gaze and immediately stepped aside with an awkward smile. Sun Qiao'er then strode into the hall.
Zhu Ci watched Sun Qiao'er's retreating figure and immediately let out a cold laugh.
"She thinks she's some kind of princess! Wait until she marries that old bald man, then let's see if she'll still be so arrogant!"
Sun Qiao'er entered the hall and made her way to a small garden at the back of the hall, where she met her master, Qiu Di Shui.
At this moment, Qiu Di Shui was sitting cross-legged in a stream, her eyes slightly closed.
Yes, a stream flows gently through this garden; the water is so clear that you can even see some small fish in it.
Although Qiu Di Shui was sitting cross-legged in the stream, strangely, her clothes did not seem to be soaked and remained dry.
Qiu Dishui seemed to have already sensed Sun Qiao'er's arrival.
"What's the matter?"
Qiu Dishui did not speak, but a clear, cold voice instantly reached Sun Qiao'er's ears.