Brilliant thorn

Fu Shaoyu's expression sank slightly, and he asked, "When?"

Jueying replied: "Three days ago, I only received the news yesterday. Someone has already chased him, but there is no news yet."

"Well," Fu Shaoyu asked him to stand up, and asked again: "Where is Yan Feishuang? Is there her whereabouts?"

"Not yet," Jueying thought for a while, and added, "But when Tang Yun was rescued that day, the Marquis Wu Mansion was really strange."

He glanced at Xiao Jue, hesitant to speak, Fu Shaoyu generously pulled Xiao Jue to his side, dispelling Jueying's doubts: "But it's okay to say."

Jueying lowered his head and said: "That day, there were only ten guards in the dungeon of Marquis Wu's Mansion. The whole rescue process was so smooth that my subordinates were a little suspicious."

Xiao Jue secretly blamed it in his heart. A few days before the hero meeting, Shen Zhongqing and Yan Wuji called all martial arts masters to take turns guarding the dungeon. They were afraid that Taxian Pavilion would come to rescue Tang Yun. But on the day of the meeting, only ten people were left to guard the dungeon. ?

Could it be intentional?

But what is the purpose of letting Tang Yun go on purpose?It must not be reluctant to let him die, and show kindness.

"What are you thinking about?" Fu Shaoyu helped him flick a little incense ash from his hair.

"Well," Xiao Jue came back to his senses, let go of his anger for now, and asked Fu Shaoyu calmly, "Is Yan Wuji's death related to you?"

Fu Shaoyu didn't answer, Jueying, who was one step behind them, heard the sound, and replied respectfully: "I was busy rescuing Tang Yun that day, no one would do anything to Yan Wushu."

"Why do you ask this question?" Fu Shaoyu said.

"Because Yan Wuji died of Duan Hun San," Xiao Jue saw that his brows were slightly frowned, and he thought he had just found out about it, so he sneered, "Just like you, he also thought that I kidnapped Yan Feishuang, and was caught by someone with ulterior motives." The person led to Jinping outside the city, died in front of me."

Fu Shaoyu explained with a wry smile: "I really just asked casually, and I didn't suspect that you harmed Yan Feishuang."

Xiao ignored it, and continued: "After Yan Xinghan was poisoned last time, Duan Hun San is no longer a unique item of Taxian Pavilion. Anyone may secretly take some and hide it privately to harm others. But there is one thing, it is worth it. Notice."

Fu Shaoyu asked: "What?"

"Duan Hun San depends on the dose, and the poisoning time will be different." Xiao Jue explained, "For example, Yan Xinghan, I sprinkled some powder in his medicine bowl every day, and he didn't show symptoms until half a month later. And suffer a slow death from the torment of poisonous hair."

Fu Shaoyu understood: "Yan Wuji died suddenly, and he didn't have any obvious illness a few days before his death, which means that someone made him take a large dose of Duanhun powder in a short period of time."

"That's right." Xiao Jue said, "Whoever poured Yan Wuji's tea and ate pastries before his death is doubtful."

"You are right, but the martial arts tournament was chaotic that day, no one would pay attention to what Yan Wuji had imported." Fu Shaoyu said.

"This is the brilliance of the real murderer behind the scenes," Xiao Jue said with a sneer, "He killed people in the chaotic market, and then used Yan Feishuang to frame me. In the end, he was completely clean, and I became the one who kidnapped, poisoned and murdered." The chief culprit. Now the entire martial arts world wants to crush me to ashes."

He has killed so many people in his life that he can't even count them. It's okay to be charged with a few more crimes, but he just isn't happy.

He didn't like being a scapegoat, and he didn't like that person taking Yan Wuji's life before him.

Fu Shaoyu reached out and patted him on the back: "Don't think too much, just stay by my side with peace of mind."

Xiao Jue said with a half-smile: "You set my hometown on fire, of course I will go with you, don't even think about reneging on debts."

Fu Shaoyu laughed heartily, regardless that he was on the street, hugged Xiao Jue's head and kissed him hard on the forehead, with a very loud "boo".

"I am yours now, and I will never renege on my debt."

Xiao Juehong pushed the man away with his ears tipped, and scolded him for "shameless".

After the three of them left the city gate, Fu Shaoyu returned to the topic and said, "Actually, think about what you said just now, there are very few people who can poison Yan Wuji on the day of the competition. Yan Wuji Ji has quite a status in the martial arts, he is not willing to eat everyone's food."

Xiao Jue pondered for a moment, then asked back: "You mean...Shen Zhongqing?"

Fu Shaoyu shrugged, without nodding or shaking his head, he just said: "No matter who it is, it is absolutely impossible to find evidence. The most urgent thing is to find the whereabouts of Yan Feishuang."

Xiao never took it seriously: "Yan Wuji is dead, what is the value of his daughter's survival?"

It must have been murdered long ago, and the corpse was abandoned in the wilderness.

"If you want to see people, if you want to see dead bodies, you will find them." Fu Shaoyu looked sideways at Jueying, and asked, "What clues can we find for the group of dead men who chased me and Xiao Jue a few days ago?" ?”

Jueying said: "The identities of those people are difficult to find out, but the swords seem to be cast in a unified way. Maybe after finding the swordsmith, we can gain something."

Xiao Jue couldn't help pouring cold water on it: "There are so many smithies in the world, are you going to find the Year of the Monkey?"

Fu Shaoyu said to Jueying: "The focus is on the towns near Pingchuan Mansion."

Shenjiazhuang is in Pingchuan Mansion, Xiao Jue raised his eyebrows, and looked at Fu Shaoyu: "Why do you doubt Shen Zhongqing? Is he also involved in that old case?"

"It's just a hunch," Fu Shaoyu smiled, "Whether there is any connection or not will only be known after further investigation."

During the conversation, the three of them had already returned to the small villa. Before entering the door, they heard a burst of chattering noises from the courtyard.

"Come on! Come on!"

"Go! Hurry up! Hey——!"

"Hahahahahaha, I won, I won, I will win again!"

"Chixue, can you shut up? I'm so startled and wilted by you. It's a ghost if I win!"

"Hey, you lost and blamed me for quarreling, can't you afford it? Hurry up, get your money!"

"..."

The corner of Jueying's mouth twitched, and he subconsciously glanced at Fu Shaoyu's face, Fu Shaoyu sighed helplessly.

Xiao Jue stepped into the gate first, and several people in the yard were squatting and forming a circle, their heads crowded together, shouting and fighting crickets, only Indigo, who was concerned about his appearance, stood in the outer circle and did not join in the fun.

The one who had the most quarrel with Chixue was Tang Yun who had just been rescued.

Chufeng and another strange man were sitting next to the two of them, holding a hot grass in each hand, concentrating on fighting the two crickets in the pot, with a solemn look and a tense atmosphere, more like a discussion in Huashan. sword.

Tang Yun couldn't beat Chi Xue, so she patted the man next to her blushingly: "Brother Cen, can you do it? I've already paid for 200 taels of silver, if you lose again, pay for it yourself, I don't Already!"

Cen Buyu took the time to glance at him, and said in a low voice, "You can do what you want, do you want money?"

"Hey!" Tang Yun was unhappy, when he rolled up his sleeves and wanted to go up by himself, someone tapped his shoulder twice, he thought it was Indigo urging him to drink medicine, and said without looking back, "Wait for me a while. "

They were slapped twice, and there were two deliberate coughs not far behind them. They were finally willing to raise their heads from the stalemate in Qiuxing.

The first thing that catches my eyes is Xiao Jue's face that seems to be smiling but not smiling.

Tang Yun reflexively wanted to hide, rose from the ground like a monkey, and quickly jumped behind Jueying to hide.

"Xiao Jue, if you have something to say, talk it out, let's not do it right away when we meet, okay?"

Xiao Jue sneered, he didn't bother to pay attention to him, but turned his gaze to the strange man who was still sitting on the ground.

He just heard Tang Yun call him "Brother Cen", so it seems that Cen, the right envoy of the Devil's Cult, stopped talking.

Right now he is not wearing a mask, and his appearance can be regarded as handsome, but there is a scar from his left forehead slanting across the brow, which is buried in the sideburns, and he looks a bit fierce when he is not smiling.

Xiao Jue remembered that he had fought against him once.

That time when Tang Yun made a big fuss at the Yan family's wedding banquet, it was Cen Buyu, who was dressed in black, who helped him escape.

Seeing that he was looking at him, Cen Buyu cupped his hands frankly, and respectfully called "Mrs. Teacher", Chi Xue and Chu Feng burst out laughing, and booed beside him.

Xiao Jue's ears were itchy and numb after hearing the "Mrs. Master" repeatedly, and his face turned red visibly.

He was ashamed and annoyed, but there was a hint of sweetness of being recognized and accepted in his heart, he couldn't lose his temper, couldn't hold back his face, so he could only turn his head and stare at Fu Shaoyu, and walked away.

Fu Shaoyu hurried to chase him, but as expected, he was locked out of the door.

That night, he couldn't go in and spend the night with the thin-skinned little mute.

The leader was so depressed that he didn't know when Xiao Jue would calm down.

The next day when he set off back to the north of the Great Wall, Xiao Jue rode his horse and galloped ahead, brushing the dust off Fu Shaoyu's face. Tang Yun drove the horse closer and asked curiously, "How did you provoke this ancestor, my lord? Let's share our experiences. "

Fu Shaoyu glanced at him faintly, and said, "It seems that your body has almost recuperated, and you will consciously accept the punishment when you go back."

Tang Yun was startled, and said with a sneering smile, "Pretend I didn't ask, pretend I didn't ask."

A group of people disguised themselves as ordinary merchants and traveled northward, passing by many teahouses and restaurants, and heard a lot of fresh rumors along the way.

Now everyone in the world knows that a fire half a month ago burned the Taxian Pavilion to ashes, and the so-called "shadow guards" Cui Yushu kept were dead and fled, and the Taxian Pavilion was destroyed overnight.

In this battle between good and evil, the righteous side won it effortlessly.

It's just that after the fire was extinguished, everyone in the Wulin searched for three days and three nights among the ruins, but they couldn't find any trace of Fu Shaoyu.

Some people said that he must have been kidnapped to other places by the remnants of Stepping on the Immortal Pavilion, and some people said that he should have been buried in the sea of ​​flames, burnt to the point that there was not even a scum left. God is really jealous of talents.

Xiao Jue couldn't help sneering.

"Why are you a genius, but I'm considered a monster?"

He was obviously very bad, playing tricks on this group of people.

Everyone turned their gazes to Fu Shaoyu in unison, all of them looked like they were watching a play.

Fu Shaoyu remained calm, held Xiao Jue's hand, and said seriously: "Because you are so special, and mortals are afraid of being special."

With a "click", Tang Yun's hands shook, and the braised pork fell onto the table.The others had almost the same jaw-dropping expression.

The son is too good at it.

Xiao Jue forcibly suppressed the corner of his mouth that was about to rise, pulled his hand out, turned his head and continued to eat.

Cen Buyu quietly stepped on Jueying under the table, pouted at Fu Shaoyu, and signaled him, a wooden man, to learn more from his teacher.

Jueying followed Tang Yun's hand and reminded him kindly, "You have to eat lightly recently."

Tang Yun who picked up another piece of fat and planned to put it in his mouth: "..."