Chapter 4

Kiyoshi Genko's knock on the door interrupted Tang Qingyu's train of thought.

Kiyoshi Genko was here to deliver food. He was not being modest when he said that there was only "simple food" in the monastery, because what he delivered was truly "simple food" — coarse grain pancakes with chaff, coarse grain porridge, and a jar of pickled vegetables.

There was also a pot of hot water and an oil lamp.

Kiyoshi Genko repeatedly apologized that the monastery was simple and that there was only these. His attitude was extremely "sincere". Tang Qingyu only smiled, indicating that there was no harm.

Hearing this response, Kiyoshi Genko's eyes rolled around.

The ingot of silver that Tang Qingyu had just thrown to him was worth five taels of silver. Even if he ate the best meal in a bustling town near Zhongnan Mountain and stayed in the best guest room, it would not cost more than one tael of silver. Seeing that Tang Qingyu was dressed gorgeously, it was obvious that his family background was not bad. He looked to be in his twenties, which was not very old and did not have much experience. Perhaps he could get more from this kid?

Just as he was thinking this, he heard a "chi lang lang" sound. It turned out that Tang Qingyu was sitting on a chair in the room. He took the sword from his waist and pressed the spring to draw the sword. The light of the sword was frightening. It was so dazzling that Kiyoshi Genko could not open his eyes. He was also startled.

Somewhat embarrassed, Kiyoshi Genko looked at Tang Qingyu, who was quietly wiping the sword, and smiled embarrassedly as he took his leave.

After Kiyoshi Genko left, Tang Qingyu put the sword back into its scabbard.

As a bodyguard for many years, his Jianghu experience was very rich. He had his own way of dealing with people like Kiyoshi Genko.

Feeling the pattern on the sword in his hand, Tang Qingyu was lost in thought again. He pondered over the question that he had not thought of an answer to. After a while, seeing that it was already late, he still could not think of an answer. He sighed, roughly tidied up, and took out the coarse bedding that Kiyoshi Genko had mentioned from the simple closet in the room. He then went to rest with his clothes on and his sword in his arms.

His eyelids gradually became heavy and sleepy. Just as he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly heard some noise under the table in the room.

Shouldn't there be ground under the table?

Why was there a noise under the ground?

Tang Qingyu opened his eyes and looked at the table in the room.

It was just an ordinary wooden four-cornered table.

The continuous noise came from under the table.

After waiting for a while, there was still no movement. Tang Qingyu thought for a while, then turned his head and blew out the oil lamp on the bedside. The room instantly became dark.

Tang Qingyu crossed his legs and hugged his sword, maintaining a posture that allowed him to quickly draw his sword. Then, he closed his eyes and meditated.

Not long after, a creaking sound came from the courtyard outside the window, followed by the sound of something falling to the ground. At this time, the sky was dark and somewhat gloomy. There was no moon or stars. Although it was not to say that one could not see one's fingers in front of one's face, it was close.

After the sound of the heavy object falling to the ground, the sounds in the courtyard became clearer and clearer. At first, there was the sound of rustling clothes, and then the sound of footsteps could be heard, coming closer and closer.

Tang Qingyu opened his eyes and stuffed his carry-on luggage under the quilt to create the illusion that there was someone under the quilt. Then, in a flash, he leaped onto the roof beam. In this way, he could observe the whole room, and in such a dark environment, it was not easy to be seen.

Tang Qingyu had just "climbed onto the bed" when he heard a creaking sound. The door opened, and a slender figure came in. She walked quickly to the bed, leaned forward on the bed, and patted the quilt. Accompanied by this series of actions, there was a female voice laughing and saying, "Sweetheart, you used to be so impatient, why are you so shy today?"

Oh.

This was the reaction of Tang Qingyu, who was hiding on the roof beam and watching this scene.

In the past, when he was an armed escort, he traveled far and wide, and stayed at many temples and monasteries. After all, in the wilderness, there might not be an inn, but there were many temples and monasteries. In any case, they could shelter him from the wind and rain.

After staying there for a long time, he knew that monks and Daoists were just that. There were those who really practiced, and there were those who did not. There were those who really practiced, and there were those who really practiced. There were also those who ate, drank, gambled, and had children in secret.

Thinking about the dilapidated state of Chongyang Palace, it seemed that there was only Kiyoshi Genko and his master, and other than the house they lived in, this courtyard was the cleanest place for people to live in. There was even a bronze mirror, so … perhaps Kiyoshi Genko and the woman who crawled into the room were having an affair.

The woman patted the bedding for a while. Perhaps because she did not see any reaction from her lover, she became suspicious. She reached into the bedding and felt around, but found that under the bedding was a rolled up mattress, but it looked like a human figure. The woman cursed and got off the bed. She pushed open the door and walked out.

Hearing the sound of her footsteps getting farther and farther away, Tang Qingyu was curious. He got off the bed and walked into the courtyard. He saw that the well that was used to store cabbages and radishes had fallen to the ground. Thinking back to the strange sound he had just heard, Tang Qingyu curiously went to the well. The well was dark and he could not see anything clearly, so he turned around and went back into the room to light an oil lamp.

The weak light of the oil lamp shone down, but only the radishes and cabbages could be seen. It could not illuminate the bottom of the well.

Holding the oil lamp, Tang Qingyu stood by the well, deep in thought. Then he took out a silk handkerchief and threw it into the well. The silk handkerchief slowly fell down, and when it was about to touch the bottom, it seemed to be blown by something and rushed up. It rolled a few times against the wall of the well before gradually falling down.

There was a tunnel at the bottom of the well.

Because the bottom of a well was not ventilated, people would first put down a candle or an oil lamp before going down. If the lamp went out, it meant that the inside was closed for a long time and there was a lack of air. If people went down, they would be suffocated like the lamp, so it was impossible for the silk handkerchief to be blown up by the wind.

If the silk handkerchief was blown up and fell to the side, it could prove that there was a tunnel at the bottom of the well.

Therefore, all of this could be explained.

Obviously, the woman had walked through the underground tunnel, and the tunnel passed under the table in Tang Qingyu's room. Therefore, Tang Qingyu heard the thumping sound from the underground, which went straight to the bottom of the well. The woman climbed up the ladder from the well, and the chair made a creaking sound. When she climbed out of the well, there was the sound of clothes rubbing against each other. When she pushed off the wooden manhole cover, there was the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground. When she climbed out of the well, there was the sound of footsteps …

Tang Qingyu thought for a while, and then blew out the oil lamp. He turned around and walked out of the courtyard.

Kiyoshi Genko and his master's room was not hard to find. In the entire Chongyang Palace, only Kiyoshi Genko and his master's room had light. There was an oil lamp in the room.

He tried his best to lighten his body, and quietly walked towards the room with the light on. He avoided the places where he could leave his shadow on the window paper. He quietly leaned against the wall, and heard a woman's laughter from the room:

"Sweetheart, how could you let an outsider live in my room?"

Kiyoshi Genko's voice was full of grease, and rippled as he said, "Darling, darling, let me kiss you, let me kiss you …"

"Don't be lovey-dovey with me at this time, I'm talking to you.

Why did you close the manhole cover? It took me a lot of effort to open it. My hands are sore. "The woman's voice was sweet and sweet.

"Didn't you say that your Langjun came back, and you can't come in during this time?

I'm afraid that the wind and snow will come in … darling, darling, don't go, I miss you so much … "Kiyoshi Genko said.

"Ah ~ ~, stop right there, you miss me?

You still miss me?

You let someone else live in my room. "The woman's voice was angry and resentful.

"Hey, isn't there someone who wants to stay in my room?

It's cold today, and they want to stay in my room, how could I kick them out? "

Kiyoshi Genko's voice was slightly alert, as if he had just woken up from his obsession. He said, "What?

Did you meet the person who lives in that room? "

"No, I thought you were waiting for me. But when I entered the room, there was no one there, just the luggage …" The woman's voice was sweet and sweet.

Kiyoshi Genko's voice was full of doubt, "No one?

How could there be no one?

… "

"Who cares, didn't you say that you were passing by and wanted to stay in my room? Sooner or later, you will leave. Don't let him delay our happiness …" The woman's voice was a little breathless towards the end, full of lust.

No one knew what Kiyoshi Genko was thinking, but perhaps he couldn't care less about Tang Qingyu at this time, so the man's voice didn't sound again, but only an indescribable sound that everyone understood was left.

Tang Qingyu raised his eyebrows, and just as he was about to turn around and leave, he heard a low voice cough, and instantly stopped.

With this cough, the indescribable sound in the room stopped, and after a while, there was the sound of clothes being put on, and then the sound of someone walking down the stairs. With a creak, the door opened, and Kiyoshi Genko's slightly flattering voice sounded, "Master, why are you here?"

Oh, I've been caught red-handed?

Tang Qingyu thought.

An old voice sneered, "Of course you don't want me to come, so you can enjoy yourselves!

You little bastard, I've worked hard to raise you, and now that I have something good, you want to keep it all to yourself!

Don't you know how to share it with me?! "

Tang Qingyu had to admit that he was a little surprised.