Imperial Cultivation

Was it really Song Feiqiong who did it?

Hard to say.

The actions of a Grandmaster cannot be measured by ordinary logic. A normal person would think Song Feiqiong wouldn't bother with someone like him, too lazy to pay attention.

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But the world knows too little about Song Feiqiong.

Every Grandmaster is a unique and willful person. Secular constraints are weak on them. The only things that can bind them are the emperor and their own principles.

"Where's the doctor?"

"The doctor is busy and can't come, so he insists on seeing the Yuanwailang."

"Just say I'm not here," Chu Zhiyuan said.

"Yes," Gao Lingfeng said helplessly, "If you don't send them away, they will keep waiting and will never give up."

"We need to see the results of the Town Guard Division's investigation first," Chu Zhiyuan said. "Before the results are out, what can I say?"

Wan Yang glanced at the room, his eyes flickered, and finally he swallowed the words, not saying Chu Zhiyuan's name.

Bai Jingrong cried for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. When two minor officials came in to serve tea, Gao Lingfeng handed him a cup of tea: "Drink it! Moisten your throat so you can continue crying!"

Chu Zhiyuan frowned and glanced at the two minor officials who had run over behind them.

Fang Haiyang immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Chu Zhiyuan disappeared from the spot in a flash, and the next moment he was sitting back in his original seat, saying gently: "I am only at the Acquired Realm."

"Miserable? Didn't he pass away in his sleep?" Chu Zhiyuan said, "Was his death peaceful?"

"Let's see the results of the Town Guard Division's investigation," Chu Zhiyuan said. "I'm leaving now."

"Master?" Fang Haiyang said quickly.

Bai Jingrong looked at Chu Zhiyuan again, clasped his fist and said: "Sir, what excellent martial arts! I wonder what this is..."

"Master? Master?" The fair and delicate young man, Fang Haiyang, called out several times, not daring to push Bai Jingrong hard,

He could only call out.

Chu Zhiyuan didn't speak, glancing at Gao Lingfeng.

"Who saw it with their own eyes? If you didn't see it, you can't talk nonsense," Gao Lingfeng shook his head.

Gao Lingfeng frowned and said, "If you have something to say, say it properly, what's with the crying!"

Behind him followed a slender young man with thin eyebrows and eyes, fair and delicate, who was looking over embarrassedly, with a smile on his face.

Ordinary people, even martial arts experts, often feel inferior when they enter the yamen, their aura suppressed and weakened, not daring to be presumptuous.

Chu Zhiyuan's sword-like eyebrows twitched.

"I'm afraid that even if you find out, you won't dare to pursue!" Bai Jingrong snorted, "Do you dare to arrest Song Feiqiong?"

This action made him feel uncomfortable all over, and he decided to have the minor officials scrub the floor ten or eight times later.

"Hiss!" Bai Jingrong took a long breath, his chest bulging like half a ball.

"Please, Your Honor, uphold justice for the common people!" The burly black old man clasped his fist and shouted.

It's hard to get rid of them with just a few words.

Seeing his expression, Gao Lingfeng quickly said, "Elder Bai, the matter has not been investigated clearly yet, it is too early to say who the murderer is!"

Chu Zhiyuan beckoned: "Come in and talk."

"I'm afraid it will become a mystery."

More than a dozen members of the Town Guard Division surrounded the small courtyard, isolating outsiders from entering.

Two middle-aged men in brocade robes were waiting on the side, one of whom couldn't help but say: "Lao Wan, can you find the murderer?"

A thin old man in a black robe was washing his hands by the well in the courtyard, pondering while washing, with a serious expression.

Chu Zhiyuan waved his hand, stopping him, and turned to look at Bai Jingrong, saying gently: "Elder Bai, as an elder of a sect, you should act according to rules, right? You can't talk nonsense about things you haven't seen with your own eyes. Saying that only a Grandmaster can kill your elder brother silently is inherently wrong."

Bai Jingrong cried loudly without stopping.

"About the same," Bai Jingrong said.

Chu Zhiyuan waved his hand and looked at the two people below the steps.

Bai Jingrong suddenly burst into tears, and dust fell from the roof beams.

"Moreover, how could a Grandmaster leave clues or loopholes when doing things? It's useless to investigate, just delaying time and perfunctorily dealing with us!"

"Inviting Moon Palace!" Chu Zhiyuan said slowly.

"...But he died unclearly and confused!" Bai Jingrong wiped his nose and forcefully flung it on the ground.

He originally wanted to step forward to stop him, but seeing Chu Zhiyuan's expression, he closed his mouth and stared coldly at Bai Jingrong, letting him cry bitterly.

"Shut up, you're so annoying!" Bai Jingrong turned his head and shouted.

This was trampling the True One Sect into the mud!

Bai Jingrong stiffened, then his face quickly turned red as if drunk, his eyes somewhat blurred.

But before the investigation is clear, more talk means more mistakes. It's best not to say anything. This is the way of an official, even if you are a prince, you must follow this rule.

It was Wan Yang, the case-solving expert of the Town Guard Division.

"The heart meridian was shattered, without any residue. It should be some kind of unique and strange skill, but unfortunately I have no impression."

Chu Zhiyuan looked at him calmly.

Gao Lingfeng's brows furrowed, becoming more and more annoyed.

"Thank you, sir," Bai Jingrong took the teacup and drank it all in one gulp, handing the teacup back to Gao Lingfeng.

"It is the Inviting Moon Palace!" Gao Lingfeng sneered: "That's why they are so confident and dare to bite onto Grandmaster Song, the dead elder is Bai Jingmang, and the one waiting outside is his younger brother Bai Jingrong."

Chu Zhiyuan watched calmly, his super-sense discerning.

"Lao Wan, if you can't do it, who can?"

"Elder Bai!" Gao Lingfeng shouted sharply.

The yamen represents the imperial court, representing the most powerful force.

None of them are easy to deal with.

"Master?!" The fair and delicate young man felt something was wrong and hurriedly reached out to help him.

"Sir is wise!" Gao Lingfeng let out a sneer: "But don't forget the people behind the True One Sect."

"Ah..." Chu Zhiyuan thought: "If they are smart, they shouldn't insist on Grandmaster Song... The people of the True One Sect aren't that stupid, right?"

He got up and walked out.

"Not a single clue?"

His expression was indifferent: "The Town Guard Division is investigating, right? They will try their best to pursue the murderer."

"Just a strange skill," Chu Zhiyuan said, "So the murderer is not necessarily a Grandmaster. Don't be blinded by emotions. Let's take a look for now."

The disciples of these sects may be simple and reckless, but if the sect leader is also like this, the sect would have declined long ago and could not have gained a foothold in the inner city.

"What investigation? It's Song Feiqiong!" Bai Jingrong glared with tearful eyes, saying bitterly: "Besides Song Feiqiong, who would kill my elder brother, who would dare to kill my elder brother!"

Chu Zhiyuan seemed not to hear, just watching quietly without speaking.

"Hoo!" Bai Jingrong exhaled again, his chest sinking, and the redness on his face quickly dissipated,

Returning to normal.

A backyard of the True One Sect's altar.

"What about the injuries? Can you tell which martial art caused them?"

His martial arts are even better.

Although Bai Jingrong was crying loudly, with snot and tears, his emotions didn't move, he was just putting on a show.

The situation of the True One Sect is also sympathetic.

Entering the room, Chu Zhiyuan sat back in his seat, looking down from above, and said gently: "Elder Bai, please speak."

The True One Sect's Elder Bai had no fear, it could be judged that he was either an old fox or naturally brave,

Reckless and fearless.

"Yes," Gao Lingfeng sighed: "I think he is sure that the murderer is Grandmaster Song, and he wants to force us to arrest Grandmaster Song."

"You--!" Gao Lingfeng was furious.

"They should also know that if it's really Grandmaster Song, there's nothing they can do, right?"

A burly and strong old man, with a dark face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, was glaring angrily, without any fear.

Just as he stepped out of the doorway, he saw two people appearing next to him, stopping below the steps.

"Please, Your Honor, uphold justice!" Bai Jingrong said, sobbing again: "My elder brother died so miserably!"

Killing the elder of a sect, just like that. If the True One Sect doesn't avenge this, how can it unite people's hearts, how can it stand in the world?

"They definitely know," Gao Lingfeng said with a helpless expression.

He knew at a glance that Elder Bai was difficult to deal with.

This shout was like a thunderclap.

Chu Zhiyuan disappeared in a flash, and the next moment appeared behind him, his palm already pressed against his back.

Bai Jingrong squinted at him, shaking his head and saying: "Could it be that even the truth can't be said? Or are you, the Ministry of Rites and the Town Guard Division, also going to favor Song Feiqiong?"

"What's wrong with that?" Bai Jingrong snorted: "Sir, you are of noble birth, you should speak more fairly and justly! Grandmasters are important, but are we common people not important?!"

Chu Zhiyuan smiled: "Elder Bai, compared to your elder brother, are your martial arts stronger or weaker?"

Wan Yang shook his head.

They stepped forward with fearful expressions, clasping their fists, bowing and saluting: "Please forgive us, sir, they..."

He widened his eyes and looked at Chu Zhiyuan behind the desk, who was as calm as water, opening his mouth, but unable to speak.

Chu Zhiyuan took a sip of tea, put down the teacup, and said faintly: "Elder Bai, if you have cried enough, then speak."

"This is troublesome..."

"Seamless."

The fair and delicate young man next to him was somewhat embarrassed, looking restless.