roccoschili Chapter 1639: 21: Disciple of the School of Names (Part 2)
Chapter 1639: 21: Disciple of the School of Names (Part 2)
Chapter 1639: Chapter 21: Disciple of the School of Names (Part 2)On Yunwu Mountain, Jiang Wang used the Eight Tones Flame Sparrows to explode the sea of clouds, stunning everyone. He could never forget it.
But he seemed unsurprised, merely watching Jiang Wang silently, casting a questioning glance.
Under the control of the Voice Broadcast Immortal Style, not a sound in the room would escape outside.
“How long have you been here?” Jiang Wang asked.
Gongsun Yu just looked at him, saying nothing.
Jiang Wang realized he had asked a stupid question. Being able to find out where Gongsun Yu was staying, how could he not find out when he moved in?
“I came to find you because I have some questions to ask. I hope you can help dispel my doubts.” Jiang Wang said directly.
Gongsun Yu still just looked at him.
He didn’t even move the scroll in his hand, remaining silent like a statue.
He was a disciple of the School of Names.
Among the Hundred Schools of Thought, they are most renowned for their eloquence, known as “lip guns, tongue swords.”
A silent disciple of the School of Names is indeed a kind of irony.
He still vividly remembered that back on Yunwu Mountain, this man was eloquent and articulate. How long had it been, that he had become so silent?
What exactly happened?
Jiang Wang vaguely felt that the answers he sought might lie within. Could the secrets known to Feng Gu be unknown to Gongsun Yu?
“Can you talk to me about why you left the Long Life Palace?” Jiang Wang asked.
Gongsun Yu’s eyelids drooped slightly, but he still did not respond.
Jiang Wang didn’t want to impose any pressure on him, so he sat down on a tea stool, flipped and turned over a teacup, poured himself a cup of cold tea, and slowly said, “I didn’t see you at His Highness the Eleventh’s funeral.”
Gongsun Yu showed no expression.
Jiang Wang took a sip of tea and continued, “You were His Highness the Eleventh’s confidant, the person he trusted the most…”
He put down the teacup and stared at Gongsun Yu, “Do you think there were any regrets when His Highness left? Do you want to help him fill those regrets?”
Gongsun Yu suddenly smiled, a bitter smile, and shook his head while smiling.
Jiang Wang could not understand for a moment whether he was shaking his head for the former question or for the latter.
“Even though His Highness the Eleventh is gone, I think maybe we can do something…” Jiang Wang said, “Are you willing to share with me what you know?”
Gongsun Yu quietly watched Jiang Wang, suddenly opened his mouth wide. He opened it so wide, so ungracefully, that one could see in his mouth… only half a severed tongue!
His tongue was cut!
A disciple of the School of Names losing his tongue is like a swordsman losing his sword.
It was the part most proud of and most relied upon.
Who cut out his tongue?
“Who did this?” Jiang Wang heard his own voice sounding somewhat dry.
But Gongsun Yu only looked at him.
His mouth had already closed.
Behind the candlestick, this scholar with a tall crown and broad belt seemed to have lost all desire for communication along with that severed tongue.
Jiang Wang asked, “Can we communicate through writing?”
Gongsun Yu shook his head.
“Or I will ask you a few questions, and you nod or shake your head.”
Gongsun Yu’s head didn’t move either, just looking at Jiang Wang.
In his eyes, there was only the silence that kept people at a distance.
He didn’t want to say anything. He wouldn’t say anything.
Jiang Wang sighed and said, “Do you know Feng Gu is dead? Hung by a three-foot white silk in His Highness the Eleventh’s mourning hall.”
This sentence seemed to finally affect Gongsun Yu, who reached into his sleeve…
He took out a dagger, gently tossed it, and threw it at Jiang Wang’s feet.
He lifted the sleeve corner with his left hand, making a please gesture.
This was his final expression of the night.
His meaning was clear.
He would say nothing.
Either leave or kill him.
Jiang Wang was silent for a while, picked up the dagger from the ground, and moved forward.
This bedroom spanned no more than twelve steps.
The distance between him and Gongsun Yu was no more than six steps.
To kill Gongsun Yu would take no more than a breath. Whether Gongsun Yu resisted or not did not affect the time.
One was a young genius of world renown, the other was a high disciple of the School of Names, once a rising figure in Linyi City.
Before today, they had only met once.
There was almost no other intersection between them.
Since parting at Yunwu Mountain, each had changed too much.
In this world, everyone is living their own life.
But Jiang Wang’s magnificent exploits are sung throughout the world.
While Gongsun Yu’s tumultuous waves are swallowed within the half-severed tongue.
Time and again, he chews alone.
Gongsun Yu gently closed his eyes, very calmly.
No regrets, no complaints.
But he only heard a soft sound, the sound of a dagger lightly tapping on the low table.
He opened his eyes, and there was no one in front of him.
Only the dagger lying on the low table, proving that the person had indeed come.
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Leaving the courtyard where Gongsun Yu lived, he casually lifted the sound blockade.
Jiang Wang’s face showed no expression, he just retraced his steps, leaping out of the manor to meet up with the Shadow Guard named Qingzhuan.
The birds chirped continuously, never pausing, indicating that under Qingzhuan’s surveillance, nothing unusual happened outside the manor.
Not far from the south side of the manor, there is a mountain forest in which Qingzhuan is hiding, such that manipulating the birdcalls does not seem abrupt.
Jiang Wang swiftly moved like the wind, stroking through the night, yet suddenly paused in front of the forest.
His hand pressed on the sword.
“I came here without malice, merely to search for old acquaintances. I have not harmed anyone, nor have I caused any damage to the manor. If you don’t believe me, you can return to the manor now for verification.” He spoke as gently as possible: “Please do not harm the people I brought.”
“The bird-controlling skills are nice, but the calls are too regular, that’s no good.”
From the shadows of the forest, emerged a medium-built young man wielding a bow and holding a sword. His sharp eyes gazed at Jiang Wang, “Let me introduce myself, I am Yang Jing.”
The birdcalls naturally stopped.
The dim moonlight was shallow, and the long night was windless.
“I, Jiang Wang.” Jiang Wang maintained his distance, and voluntarily clasped his hands respectfully, saying: “Tonight, I trespassed without invitation, it was presumptuous of me, and I hope Young Master Yang will forgive me. If there is anything I can do to compensate, just say.”
Yang Jing looked at him and said, “I have long admired your great name!”
Two cultivators clad in strong attire emerged from the forest, escorting Qingzhuan, who was tied tightly.
Looking at Qingzhuan, who appeared bruised and swollen, it was clear he had suffered a bit. But fortunately, there were no lasting injuries, and his cultivation was not affected.
“A trivial reputation not worth mentioning.” Jiang Wang said, “There are 28 other friends in the forest. Why not come out together and let me get acquainted?”
Then one shadow after another emerged from the forest.
Each with knives at their waist, with a cold and stern demeanor, vaguely forming a military formation.
The Yang Family, though not considered a prestigious clan, has indeed some intimidating aspects, given their long-standing roots in Bi Yu County.
Yang Jing laughed nonchalantly, “How did you guess it was me and not some other trouble you’ve stirred up?”
“If it was another trouble I caused, it wouldn’t have given me the chance to notice.” Jiang Wang explained plainly and then said, “Please allow me an opportunity to make amends for my intrusion.”
“No need.” Yang Jing raised his chin slightly, and his men untied Qingzhuan.
He looked at Jiang Wang and said, “My friends are fine, your people are fine too.”
Jiang Wang said sincerely, “Thank you young master Yang for your magnanimity.”
“My friends do not wish to see guests, I hope there won’t be a next time.”
“If there is a next time, I’ll send my name card first.” Jiang Wang said.
“I won’t see you off.”
“Then we won’t disturb further.” Jiang Wang clasped his hands and then left with the Shadow Guard named Qingzhuan.
“Just let them go?” Watching the backs of the two, a subordinate came forward to ask.
“What else?” Yang Jing sighed, “That is Jiang Qingyang!”
“But this is Bi Yu County.” The subordinate said.
“Bi Yu County is small, the world is vast!” Yang Jing shook his head, “It seems we have to find a different place for Brother Gongsun to live…”
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“Does it still hurt?” On the road, Jiang Wang asked.
Qingzhuan grinned, “It’s nothing. Just because of me… your whereabouts were still exposed.”
“He won’t let it out.” Jiang Wang said confidently, “Judging from Yang Jing’s stance tonight, it was really not easy for you to find this place.”
Qingzhuan spoke calmly, “Victory, the young master instructed, we’ll get it done no matter what.”
Jiang Wang recalled the true essence of Qingzhuan’s exaggerated claims…
Couldn’t help but ask, “Are all of you from the military?”
“Ah, yes.” Qingzhuan said, “Trained under the command of… Lord Murderer.”
“Indeed, no weak soldiers under a famous general!” Jiang Wang praised.
Qingzhuan seemed unused to receiving compliments, changed the topic, “Shall we head back to Linzi now?”
Jiang Wang looked at the sky.
Sighed, “We can only return to Linzi.”