SWDnovel Chapter 80 Those who never forget their original aspirations will naturally be remembered.
Chapter 80 Those who never forget their original aspirations will naturally be remembered.
Huang Yuanji's body lay in a corner of the main hall, covered with a white cloth, completely obscuring his head and feet.
Huang Dehou's body lay beside him, dark red bloodstains seeping from the edge of the white cloth, leaving a small dark stain on the ground.
The Huang family members were busy moving around inside and outside the hall, some carrying boxes and baskets out, and everyone's face still showed lingering fear.
Several young children stood in the yard, led by the woman. They neither cried nor made a fuss, but stared with empty eyes. They did not understand why their home had changed overnight.
Huang Wenyuan was directing several clansmen to move boxes and cages. His face was pale and his eyes were dark, clearly indicating that he had not slept all night.
He turned around when he heard footsteps and saw Zhao Shoucheng leading several yamen runners in. He shuddered at first, but calmed down when he realized that the people coming were just from the county government.
"Officer Zhao," Huang Wenyuan said, bowing slightly.
"Second Master Huang," Zhao Shoucheng returned the greeting, his gaze sweeping around the main hall. "I have been ordered to investigate this murder case, and I hope you will grant me this favor."
Huang Wenyuan gave a wry smile and waved for his clansmen to make way: "Officer, please feel free. However... the Huang family does not intend to pursue this case."
"Head Constable?" Zhao Shoucheng paused upon hearing this. Huang Wenyuan's title was quite significant.
Zhao Shoucheng found it interesting that Huang Wenyuan had adopted such a humble attitude.
"Not going to pursue it?"
Huang Wenyuan glanced at Zhao Shoucheng, his eyes filled with fear, exhaustion, and a numb resignation.
Yesterday, Mo Wentian's sword had already broken the backbone of the Huang family.
Huang Wenyuan lowered his voice and said, "Officer, let's not beat around the bush. My father and elder brother coveted the foundation of Qingyun Mountain and harmed the Qingyun Sect. Now that your Qingyun Sect's predecessors have returned to collect their debts, the Huang family has nothing to say."
Huang Wenyuan paused, his lips trembling slightly.
"My father and brothers deserved to die."
Zhao Shoucheng had already gleaned some insights from Huang Wenyuan's words.
Senior from Qingyun Sect!
Zhao Shoucheng showed no outward expression, but his heart was in turmoil.
He didn't linger. He symbolically walked around the main hall, asked a few unimportant questions, made a simple record, and then left with his constables.
The moment I stepped out of the Huang residence, the morning light pierced through the clouds and fell on my face.
Zhao Shoucheng suddenly felt the thorn stuck in his throat loosen.
Half an hour later, in the depths of a narrow alley in the south of the city.
Inside a courtyard, many familiar faces sat together.
Zhao Shoucheng climbed over the wall to get in. He circled around two alleys, making sure no one was following him, before slipping into the old house that Wang Shouzhou had rented.
Inside the room were Wang Shouzhou, Chen Shouxin, Su Shoujing, and many outer disciples of the Qingyun Sect. This was the first time he had gathered so many people together since burying Shen Qing.
"Huang Yuanji is dead," Zhao Shoucheng said bluntly. "Huang Dehou is also dead."
The room fell silent for a moment.
Then Wang Shouzhou slammed his fist heavily on the table: "Good riddance!"
Su Shoujing reached out and pressed down on the edge of the table to prevent him from punching her again and breaking her apart.
Chen Shouxin was much more composed, but a hint of barely suppressed emotion flickered in his eyes. He looked at Zhao Shoucheng and asked, "Senior Brother, what happened?"
"I don't know the specifics, but I suspect it was done by Master Mo."
Zhao Shoucheng recounted everything he had seen and heard at the Huang residence that morning. At the end, he said, "The Huang family has begun packing their belongings, preparing to move the entire clan away from Qinghe. According to Huang Wenyuan, they intend to return Qingyun Mountain to the Qingyun Sect."
"Master Mo..." Lin Shouwei murmured slowly.
Twenty years ago, when Mo Wentian left Qingyun Mountain, even Zhao Shoucheng had not yet come up the mountain.
Their impression of this grandmaster was limited to what the sect leader, Shen Qing, had told them.
According to the sect leader, this grandmaster was the most talented genius in the Qingyun Sect, but he disappeared without a trace after leaving Qingyun Mountain twenty years ago. He only returned once, eight years ago.
"Wasn't our grandmaster traveling around? Why has he suddenly returned?"
"It's good that you're back!"
Wang Shouzhou stood up abruptly. "Who cares how he got back! I only regret that this senior returned too late, otherwise the sect leader..."
At this point, Wang Shouzhou deflated, "Anyway, those two old dogs from the Huang family are dead! Qingyun Mountain is back! What are you waiting for?"
Zhao Shoucheng reached out and pressed down on Wang Shouzhuo's shoulder, pushing him back into his seat.
"What's the rush? We called you here to discuss this matter. Now that our Grandmaster has returned and killed the Huang family father and son, he's most likely on Mount Qingyun. As disciples, it's our duty to go and pay our respects."
He paused, then glanced at everyone.
"But there's a problem now. The Huang family still lives in the mansion on the mountain. If we want to go up the mountain, we need to find out what the Huang family's rules are. Whether they leave or stay, when they leave, and how they plan to stay if they stay. We need to find out all of these things."
Upon hearing this, Wang Shouzhou became agitated again, glaring and saying, "What do I care about their rules? The mountain is ours now! If they won't leave, I'll help them leave!"
"Er Gouzi!"
Su Shoujing frowned and said, "Don't talk such nonsense. The Huang family has more people and more power. Since Huang Wenyuan has backed down, let's wait until they have cleared away all their people and belongings before we talk. Let's avoid any further complications."
Zhao Shoucheng nodded: "That's what I meant too. Then Junior Sister Lin and I will go up the mountain first to check the situation and confirm whether our Grandmaster is here or not."
"As long as our grandmaster is on the mountain, everything will be fine. We can then gather all our fellow disciples and return to the mountain to rebuild the ancestral hall."
Zhao Shoucheng then added, "Junior Brother Shouzhuo, especially you, must not go and cause trouble with the Huang family. Wait for my news. If this matter is true, there will be plenty of things to do after we return to the mountain."
Before Wang Shouzhou could say anything more, Zhao Shoucheng had already stood up.
"It's settled then. My junior sister and I will head up the mountain now. You all wait here for my message."
Qingyun Academy.
As the year draws to a close, the school has closed for the holidays, and the academy, which was bustling all year, has suddenly become empty.
Sun Wenyuan was in his study organizing the books he would need for the new school year after the New Year. He was moving slowly and carefully.
Sun Wenyuan sighed and placed a copy of the Thousand Character Classic for beginners on top of the stack of books.
Footsteps came from outside the door, and when he looked up, he saw Zhao Shoucheng standing at the door.
Zhao Shoucheng entered the room and recounted the Huang family's affairs in detail.
After listening, Sun Wenyuan remained silent for a long time.
Seeing that he remained silent, Zhao Shoucheng repeated himself, "I plan to take my fellow disciples back to the mountain to rebuild Qingyun Sect. I will need your continued support in the future regarding the academy."
Sun Wenyuan looked up at Zhao Shoucheng's haggard yet excited face and suddenly asked, "Are you sure that person on the mountain is Senior Mo from your Qingyun Sect?"
Zhao Shoucheng was taken aback: "If he is a senior of my Qingyun Sect, who else could it be but Grandmaster Mo?"
Sun Wenyuan did not answer the question, but sighed.
"Then you may go. Don't worry about the academy."
After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and continued organizing the book list. Zhao Shoucheng waited for a while, but didn't hear anything more, so he had no choice but to bow and take his leave.
After he left, Sun Wenyuan put down his book and looked out at the gray sky.
Although he had never met Mo Wentian.
But he felt something was amiss. Mo Wentian, as the only remaining senior of the Qingyun Sect, was neither coming back early nor late.
But he rushed back right after taking Qingyun Mountain from the Huang family.
What a coincidence! But this is not something he, as a schoolteacher, should be concerned about.
Sun Wenyuan pulled a piece of paper from the pages of the book, on which were written the words "Shen Qing".
He folded the note and put it in his pocket, continuing to organize the book list, but he still felt uneasy.