Heaven Awakening Path

Zhi Ling City, the sky is slightly dripping with rain drops.

Situated in the southeastern part of the mainland, the climate is warm and snowy all year round. In the rainy winter, it's already the coldest time here, and there are a lot fewer people on the streets.

Maureen stood by the window of the guest room on the second floor of the inn with her medicine bag in her hand. Bamboo windows were slightly opened by him and he glanced out from time to time. From time to time, there are umbrella pedestrians on the street, and there are vendors on the street who do their little business in the rain. Maureen's gaze will not stop on them more, but will go all the way out three blocks - far wider and flatter on Greenstone Avenue than the street out the window, with no stall to speak of, and very few pedestrians even passing by.

Maureen's eyes swept up this avenue more often than not, staying at that door on the street and deep in the courtyard.

The gate is the gate of the Zhiling District Hospital Supervisory Board, and the compound is the compound of the Zhiling District Hospital Supervisory Board. Maureen had been watching for five days, and he was a patient man, waiting longer and harder than that, and he had experienced it. But his companion seems a little impatient at the moment.

Fang leaned on the bed and placed a plate of peanut rice on his stomach. He didn't see what he was doing, but from time to time a peanut would jump up and fly accurately into his mouth.

After the last peanut was eaten, he sat up bored.

“Are you sure he'll come?” The party leaned on the note.

“Absolutely,” Maureen said.

“Then why hasn't he been seen for eight days?” The party leans on the note.

“Perhaps he too, like us, waited quietly somewhere for opportunity.” Maureen said.

“Let me point out something.” Leaning on one side to take off the plate that was still sucked on his stomach, he said, "First, we're not waiting for a chance, we're just waiting for him; second, you know him, do you think this is his way of doing things? ”

“So I've been staring at the front door of the board!” Maureen's a little impatient, too. He can calmly wait for the opportunity, but he's right, he's not waiting for the opportunity at the moment, he's waiting for someone. Upon learning that Lupin was going to save Su Tang, Maureen immediately began to look into Su Tang's whereabouts. Their intelligence network in this circle was very powerful, and soon discovered that Nightingale was exterminated by the main capital of the Gorge District, while Su Tang was taken away by the Board of Supervisors and is currently being held in the Gorge District Board of Supervisors.

So Maureen Ma continued to reach Zhiling City and began to listen in secret. After eight days, there had been no news of Luping, and nothing else had happened. The only accident was that Fang leaned on him and actually followed him from Beidou College all the way here. Maureen can't see this guy. But he couldn't shake it off. He poisoned it three times. He couldn't get it in two sneak attacks, and in the end, he had to go.

“Brother, it's not a big deal to keep a rabbit like this!” Fang leaned and sighed.

“I made a point.” Maureen learned to lean on the previous tone, "first, I'm not your brother; second, you can go anytime. ”

“I think you're still very good at finding people, have a little faith in yourself and leave it to you.” Leaning on his bets, Fang went back to bed and slept overhead.

Maureen glanced at him, bit his teeth and really wanted to stab the poison braze in his sleeve. But at this point, it was always very quiet on the boardwalk, and suddenly two people came along.

Lu Ping?

Maureen was anxious to take a closer look, but quickly disappointed, no.

Two people, parked outside the gate of the hospital board, waited a while, walked in.

Not a member of the Supervisory Board.

At this distance, Maureen can only tell from the colour obedience that the two are not members of the board of directors. In eight days, this was the first time the board had visitors.

Does it have anything to do with Sultan? Maureen thought about it. The two men who went in walked out of the hospital board in about an hour.

Now that's right, Maureen sees each other's eyebrows and finds out she actually knows each other.

What kind of a congressman is that?

Maureen remembered a year ago, the main examiner who had just walked out, who was particularly deaf to Windstroke College, but was finally beaten down by Luping!

What was his name again? Maureen can't remember her name, she just remembers that she seems to be the master of four colleges.

Oh right, it's called Ding Wen!

When Maureen remembered, Ding Wen was walking out the front door of the HMC. He seemed unconscious about some chilly southern rainy weather. After walking out the front door, he looked back at the deep courtyard inside the door and suddenly sighed. Next to him, Mu Yong, the oldest examiner in the General Assembly, who walked out with him, remained silent.

Eighteen years. It was Mu Yong's time as an examiner for the Pointe Games. He is nothing at all these years in the long history of the General Assembly. But in the 18 years he has been in office, he has witnessed a gradual decline in the General Assembly, with less and less influence than ever before.

This year's Pointe Convention, even the date, fails to follow the old example, because what happened at the Pointe Convention last year, this year's imperial side, especially the Board of Supervisors, has been pointing fingers at them, leading to repeated delays in reporting the Pointe Convention.

In the past, it was simply impossible for this to happen.

Neither the Imperial nor the Inquisition Board had anything to do with it, and its history was even longer than that of the Xuan Army Empire. There is no one, or force, to point the finger at a point-blank convention.

But now, this state is over. After the three great empires divided the continent, rule began to infiltrate in all directions. Apart from the four universities and the six powerful, there are fewer and fewer forces beyond their rule. Even the relations between the four university colleges and the Empire are gradually becoming delicate, and the Six Powerful have never been the object of the desperate cage of the Three Great Empires.

By contrast, what does the Pontifical Convention count for?

I would very much like to recast the influence of the Pointe Convention, actively change the lead examiner Ting Wen, and I am also not optimistic about the future direction of the Pointe Convention. From the board of directors, they received a bunch of boxes to be able to host this one; what next time? Are there any new rules? Next time. Next time?

He did not exclude more cooperation with the Empire and believed that it was necessary for the Points Congress to expand its impact. Ultimately, however, such subjugation of the Empire was not his intention. What's the difference between such a poignant congress and an imperial act? Or become their networking talent, a tool to consolidate domination?

“It's boring!” Ding Wen was suddenly emotional.

Mu Yong remained silent. He knew what Ting Wen was referring to, but he didn't know what else to say.

They left the board, walked out of the avenue, and headed toward the grand altar. At the end of the street, turn around and face them.

Didn't notice at first. When they got closer, Ding Wen and Mu Yong finally stopped, and their faces were like ghosts.

They looked at each other in opposition, and the three walked from their side without stopping.

The two stayed for a long time, and Ting Wen's shoulder was wet with rain - he had forgotten to evaporate the rain that had fallen on him with alien energy.

“Am I right? ”

“I don't think so. ”

The second glanced back and looked at the three shadows in the direction they were coming.

“Lu Ping? ”

“Chu Min? ”

“The maid of the Qin family? ”

“What are they going to do? ”