Chapter 272 The Assassin's True Identity, Ci Yang's Inquiry

"It's confusing and fragmented. Ci Yang is a very contradictory person. When I met him today, I could sense the kindness hidden in his words, especially in front of my grandfather's tomb. Ci Yang was preaching to me passionately. If he really wanted to harm me, there was no need to say so much."

"But today we encountered robbers. If I'm not mistaken, these people should be sent by him."

Ci Song sat at the table and slowly talked about the clues he got today. "On the one hand, he showed kindness to me, and on the other hand, he wanted to kill me. I don't quite understand what Ci Yang wants to do."

Hearing this, Ning Ping'an put down the teacup in his hand and smiled. He asked, "How can you be sure that these people were sent by Ci Yang? What if Ci Mingxin wants to silence you?"

"As you said before, my uncle Xin is not an ordinary person. Even if something happens to me, he can't be under his jurisdiction. On the contrary, he will even send some people to protect me to prevent me from being assassinated by others. If he really wants to harm me, he must at least wait until I leave Xizhou City. Before that, he must let me leave, so..."

Suddenly, Ci Song seemed to have figured something out, and a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes. Before, Ci Yang had tried to drive him out of Xizhou City many times. Was it to cooperate with Ci Mingxin? He drove him out of the city, so that Ci Mingxin could do it?

And before that, Ci Yang's impassioned speech in front of his grandfather's tomb seemed more like a deliberate show for himself?

"No, if Ci Yang really wanted to harm me, then there would be no need for today's robbery. I have already told Ci Mingxin that I will leave Xizhou City in seven days. Even if he really wants to harm me, he can wait until seven days later."

Ci Song was immediately in a dilemma. He couldn't figure it out for a while. Since Ci Yang didn't need to do it, what was the purpose of today's robbery?

Ning Ping'an didn't give Ci Song any guidance. He brought Ci Song to Xizhou City to train him,

Let him face these problems independently and find the answers himself.

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At night, in Ci Mingxin's study, Ci Yang was looking at Ci Mingxin with an indignant look on his face, saying: "Father, I said that I did not instigate the robbery and murder today. This matter has nothing to do with me. I am also a victim."

"Enough, Ci Yang, if it weren't for you, who else in Zhongzhou City would have such courage to rob and kill the young city lord?"

Seeing this, Ci Mingxin was immediately furious. He looked at his son in front of him and shouted.

"I said it wasn't me!"

Seeing this, Ci Yang's emotions also became excited and he refuted loudly.

"Then who do you think it would be?"

Ci Mingxin looked at his son in front of him, and threw out a piece of paper in front of Ci Yang with a sense of disappointment, and said sternly: "Do you really think you can hide it from me? I have already found out the identities of those assassins, see for yourself!"

Ci Yang was slightly stunned, looking extremely shocked.

"Do you really think that I can't find out if you pull a few death row prisoners out of Xizhou prison and let them dress up as assassins to assassinate Ci Song?"

"I..."

Ci Yang was speechless. He looked at his father in front of him with a look of shock. He didn't expect his father to find out so clearly.

"Ci Yang, I know you are upset and have a deep opinion of Ci Song, just like I have towards Ci Qibai. We are different from them. They are lofty literati who can enter the five major academies, truly integrate into the literati world, and transcend the secular world. As for us, even if we have talent and can enter the realm of writing and practicing, we will always be secular people, unable to get rid of the shackles, and can only struggle in this world, so you put away your little thoughts, I don't want you to go the wrong way."

Seeing this, Ci Mingxin scolded Ci Yang.

"Yes, father." Ci Yang lowered his head and said slowly.

"Father, that Ci Song..."

"I know what you are going to say, Ci Yang, put away your little thoughts, Ci Song is not as simple as you think, think about it, Ci Qibai's children all died before the age of ten, died in the curse of the saint, only Ci Song survived, he must have more cards than you think, and he is also the direct disciple of Ning Ping'an of Yansheng Academy, Ning Ping'an even sent his descendants to protect Ci Song, do you know what this means?"

Ci Mingxin interrupted Ci Yang's words, asking himself and answering: "It means that as long as Ci Song has any mishap, our entire City Lord Mansion will be buried with Ci Song! Ning Ping'an came to me before because he suspected that the death of Ci Qibai's children was related to me, so Ci Yang, I hope you Don't do anything stupid. "

"I understand."

Hearing this, Ci Yang nodded somewhat dully, then looked up at his father and asked softly: "Father, does this matter have anything to do with you?"

Ci Mingxin did not answer Ci Yang's question, but just sighed and then changed the subject, "Anyway, from now on, you are not allowed to have any other thoughts about Ci Song, at least in Xizhou City, he can't get into trouble, do you understand?"

Seeing this, Ci Yang was slightly stunned, and slowly nodded and said: "I understand, father."

"Yeah."

Seeing this, Ci Mingxin nodded, then waved his hand and said: "Okay, you go out."

"Yes."

Ci Yang slowly got up, then turned and left the study.

Looking at his son's back as he left, Ci Mingxin's face flashed a gloom, and then he said to himself: "If Ci Song is still that dandy, everything will be much easier. "

In the early morning of the next day, Ci Song and Ning Ping'an were sparring in the martial arts field again. The two of them went back and forth, seemingly evenly matched.

This shocked Ning Ping'an. The swordsmanship he used today was no different from yesterday, but when he fought with Ci Song today, he obviously felt a little strenuous. Ci Song's progress was far greater than he imagined.

A flash of sword light flashed, and Ci Song's expression suddenly changed. The long sword in his hand flew out, and Ning Ping'an's sword finger directly touched his eyebrows.

"That's it for today."

Ning Ping'an slowly sheathed her sword, looked at Ci Song, and said.

"It seems that your talent in swordsmanship is higher than I thought. No wonder my senior brother praises you generously in front of me. You deserve his praise."

Ci Song rubbed his shoulders slightly, walked to the edge of the martial arts stage, and pulled out the long sword, "Teacher, why do I feel that I am weaker than yesterday? Yesterday, I could still take hundreds of your moves. Today, it has only been five." After ten moves, I couldn’t resist it.”

"I deliberately raised my standards to make the gap between you and me wider and wider, so you lost faster today." Ning Ping'an slowly explained.

"By the way, have you figured out what happened yesterday?"

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