God catches no trace

Chapter 13 Chase

Chapter 2: Chase

That's right, the person who came here was the number one god catcher in Kyoto, Sang Wuhen.

It turned out that this trip to Suzhou in the Central Plains, according to the emperor's order, investigated whether Zhao Mingtu, the prefect of Suzhou, had colluded with businessmen and sold private salt.

Then why did Shui Sheng follow?
It was also the meaning of the emperor: In order for Sang Wuhen to investigate the case in peace in the future, it is better to have someone beside him serving tea and water.Shui Sheng, who has solved crimes with him and is young and beautiful, is naturally the best candidate.So he ordered her to be Sang Wuhen's personal servant.

Of course Shui Sheng is very willing. Since going through a series of things with him, she has fallen in love with this man who is 12 years older than herself.Since the girl was shy, how dare she say it out loud.

Sang Wuhen has long understood from her eyes, but a few years ago, there was a woman who made her unforgettable and heartbroken, which led to her delay in resolving the relationship. (As for what kind of woman it is, it will be described in detail later in the book).

To be honest, he also liked the emperor's decree, but he didn't show it on his face.

This time, the investigation of the two people in Suzhou did not alarm any local officials, and the progress was very smooth.

In a few days, the ins and outs became clear.

So they were going back to Beijing to report to the emperor that they could not hire a carriage due to the heavy snowstorm, so they had to walk temporarily.

When passing by the courtyard of Lengjian Villa, I heard a voice like a ghost coming from inside.

Due to the professional sensitivity of the police, Sang Wuhen knew that something must have happened inside.

So, as soon as he lifted his breath and leaped, as soon as he stood on the wall, he saw the pen in the masked man's hand move slightly.

He understood that this person wanted to kill someone.As for the reason, I can't help thinking about it, saving people is the most important thing.

So in desperation, the invisible hand "stretched its muscles and bones" and rushed straight at the masked man.

But the masked man seemed to know how powerful it was, and he floated up suddenly, dodging this move, and then, in mid-air, he leaped out of the courtyard and disappeared without a trace.

Maybe his goal has been achieved, and he has no intention of fighting at all.

Sang Wuhen's move failed, he was really surprised.Since his debut, few people have escaped with this trick.

He sighed and thought to himself: There are many talented people in the world.

At this time, Shui Sheng also jumped down from the wall.

……

A plate of peanuts, a bowl of side dishes, a hot pot, and a jar of wine.

At this moment, a 40-year-old man in a purple robe is pouring wine into a glass.

It seems that I am in a good mood, and I want to enjoy this delicious meal alone.

Wine is good wine.

The fragrance permeates the entire space of the house.

Outside, the sun is very warm, and the snow that fell a few days ago is turning into water, dripping down from the eaves.

He picked up the wine glass, took a sip, grabbed a piece of chicken from the hot pot, and slowly tasted it.

But his eyes looked around the living room, and there was basically nothing.Although he is famous all over the world, he likes to eat, drink, prostitute and gamble.A few years ago, he had a big fight with his wife (known as the poisonous hand Ye Nian) for a girl from the Yihong Courtyard. Finally, Ye Nian was disheartened and took the child with him to a faraway place.After she left, I did sometimes feel unaccustomed to it, but deep down in my heart I still liked to live alone.

Thinking of this, he smiled, then picked up the wine glass again, and drank the remaining wine in the glass.

The moment I put down the wine glass, I suddenly found: a long shadow blocked the light from outside into the room.

Following the shadow, I saw a young man in white clothes standing at the gate with a smile.

"Brother, do you want a drink?"

Although the middle-aged man did not know this person, he was not afraid at all.I have been in the rivers and lakes for decades, and I have seen everyone.

"That's what I mean here."

The young man replied with a smile, without allowing him to say a second sentence, he stepped into the house with one step.

The middle-aged man pointed to a chair beside him: "Please sit down, unknown brother."

"polite."

He poured out a glass of wine and handed it to the young man.

"Brother, please."

"Okay, do it."

The two drank the wine in their glasses.

"Brother, are you looking for me?"

"I am indeed here to find someone."

"I don't know who to look for?" The middle-aged man picked a peanut and put it in his mouth.

"Excuse me, are you the "Style Judge" Feng Yiheng?"

"good."

"I'm here to prove something." The young man smiled.

"Oh, for proof?"

"Yes." After speaking, he took out a note from his pocket and handed it to him.

When he looked at it, it read: ""Pen judge" Feng Yiheng, has a treasure map and a round key in his hand. Seeing this note, do you have the guts to take it?"

It is obviously a woman's handwriting, the ink characters are delicate, and the calligraphy is neat.

After reading it, Feng Yiheng's face changed slightly.

"Brother, where did this note come from?"

"I'm sorry to tell you, you just need to ask if I have two things." The young man's face is always full of smiles.

"If you insist on me answering." Feng Yiheng sneered, and changed the subject: "I'll show you something." He also took out a note from his pocket.

The young man took a look and found that the content of the note was almost exactly the same as his own, and the handwriting was absolutely the same.

The only difference is the name, Feng Yiheng's note reads "Steal the sky for the sun" Lu Shui.

"Is it strange?"

"I won't think so much, just ask if these two things are on you now?"

"Even if it's on me, what can you do?"

"I don't want to do anything, I just borrow it and use it."

"Funny, interesting." Feng Yiheng's face darkened. "Can you borrow my things if you say so?"

"Hey." The young man gave a strange laugh, and then said slowly: "Basically no one refuses what I want."

"really?"

"There is only one kind of person who can reject me."

"who?"

"Dead." The voice instantly became extremely cold.

"Are you sure you can turn me into a dead man?"

"Try it?"

"The world can say such things to me..."

It's over.

Feng Yiheng heard a strong wind.

Just when he was about to wave the pen in his hand, he felt a sound in his throat, as if something was pumping, and his nose smelled a strong smell of blood.

Then, the breath stopped, the eyes were wide open, and the body slowly fell.

Immediately, it fell down with a "boom".

The young man smiled, looked at the blood-stained back of his hand, and then at him with a big blood hole in his throat.

"Hey, don't try it, otherwise you won't lose your life."

It turned out that the young man pierced the opponent's throat with a lightning punch, and the punch was so powerful that no one could bear it as long as it hit.

Therefore, Feng Yiheng didn't understand what was going on, so he went to report to King Yan.

The young man wiped the blood on his hands with the handkerchief he brought with him, only to realize that he was a little hungry, so he picked up a pair of chopsticks, picked up a piece of meat in the boiling hot pot, and put it in his mouth.

"Well, it tastes good." The young man praised.

"is it?"

At this time, a voice, a woman's voice, came from outside the house.

The young man turned his head to look.

Outside the door, three people stood.

All women in white clothes with swords in their hands.

The one who spoke was a middle-aged woman with a well-proportioned figure and a demon-like face.

"Oh, sister, is she interested in coming in and having a taste?"

"You don't need to try it, I want to ask someone."

"Who?"

"Is "Style Judge" Feng Yiheng here?" The middle-aged woman said as she walked into the room, followed by two other women.

"Yes." The young man smiled. "Just lying on the ground."

The middle-aged woman looked at the dead Feng Yiheng.Secretly surprised, the "steel pen judge" is a rare master in the Jianghu, and the young man looks like 25 years old, but he can kill him in one move?It's scary to think about it.

"You killed it?"

"Just punch him."

Seeing how relaxed he was speaking, the woman didn't want to ask any more questions, the facts were already in front of her eyes.

"Could my sister also come to kill him?"

"To tell you the truth, Qiuhua, the disciple of Liu Yeyan sent by "Qingshui", came here to seek revenge. This person killed two of my fellow disciples. Unexpectedly, the little brother sent revenge for me."

"Qingshui faction?" The young people were slightly surprised, "Qingqing swordsmanship is famous all over the world, and everyone is actually Liu Yeyan's sect. Disrespect, disrespect."

"Just kidding..." Qiu Hua changed the subject, "Little brother, I see that you are unknown in the Jianghu. Could it be that you are a disciple of "God One Punch" Bai Feng?"

"Wrong, my father "God Punch", I'm Bai Xiao."

"No wonder, but 20 years ago, "Shen Yiquan" established the sect rules, and the disciples of the mortal sect were not allowed to step into the rivers and lakes. What's more about my own son?"

"Sister even knows about this?"

Qiuhua laughed: "When he established this door rule, everyone in the Jianghu basically knew about it, so it's nothing strange."

Then he asked again: "Why did Mr. Bai appear here? Why did you kill the "steel pen judge"? Is there any revenge?"

"Sister, you don't have to ask. If you ask, I won't answer."

"Okay, since the young master doesn't say anything, I won't force it."

Turning around, he said to the two women: "The "Steel Pen Judge" is dead, and it's time for us to meet up with Master at Qinghuozhuang."

finished.He left the house with the two women and drifted away.

……

Qingshan Village.

"Qinghuo" Paifengyijing residence.

The villa has a circular shape and a large area, surrounded by high courtyard walls.

There is a stone lion on each side of the door, and the red painted door is very conspicuous.

It was morning at this moment, a group of people, more than a dozen, were all women in white clothes and holding long swords.

standing outside the door.

A middle-aged woman as beautiful as a flower, I saw her shouting loudly: "Brother Feng Yijing, Liu Yeyan is here to visit."

The voice did not fall.

The red painted door creaked open.

Men in green clothes stood neatly on both sides of the courtyard, leaving a walking path in the middle, leading directly to the main hall.

Liu Yeyan stepped into the door.

The men on both sides immediately knelt down on one knee, clasped both hands, and said: "The disciples of the Qingshui sect respectfully welcome the uncle."

Liu Yeyan ignored it, and went straight to the main hall with her disciples.

In front of the entrance of the hall, a middle-aged man in green clothes, with a long beard and a radiant look saw Liu Yeyan in Feng Yijing.

She bent slightly, spread out one hand, and called softly: "Junior Sister, please."

(End of this chapter)