Self-cultivation of cannon fodder through books

Although Cangcui Mountain is known as Little Mount Tai, it is far less towering and precipitous than Mount Tai. In fact, it is a beautiful hill, and the mountain road is not too steep, at least it is not stressful for martial arts practitioners.

Wang Ding brought up his inner strength, followed the trail on the map, and within half an hour came to the mountain gate of the Kongtong faction.

The Kongtong school is a small sect that is not doing well, but the style of the mountain gate can still bluff people. The word Kongtong on the plaque is vigorous and powerful. I don’t know which calligrapher I was looking for to mention it.

After entering the mountain gate, the buildings inside looked quite majestic in the dark night. Wang Ding avoided the patrolling gatemen, found a secluded place, jumped on a tree, and by the candlelight on the side of the road, once again check the map.

Apart from the hall where lectures and meetings are held, the Kongtong School also has many courtyards. The largest and best is the courtyard of Liu Xiu and Mrs. Liu, and the second one belongs to his two sons. The eldest daughter is married. The residence of Liu Yanying, who was murdered, is now the first scene of the murder and has been sealed off.

Liu Yanying's body has not been buried yet, and it will definitely not be placed at the crime scene again.

It is now approaching May, the weather is getting hotter, and the mourning hall must have not been erected before the case is solved, so this corpse must be placed in a cool or even cold place.

Wang Ding looked at the map carefully. There is a storage room behind Liu Xiu's yard, and there is a basement under the storage room. If you want to store corpses, this should be the most suitable place.

There are many disciples of the Kongtong sect, and there are five-member patrols patrolling the courtyards at night, but this is a trivial matter for a master like Wang Ding. The courtyard where Liu Xiu lived.

Originally, Wang Ding didn't intend to stay but went straight to the storage room. It happened that there was a hole in the tiles in the bedroom of Head Liu. Wang Ding heard the bedside conversation between Liu Xiu and Mrs. Liu clearly. Curiously squatting down——Anyway, it’s not too late, if you hear others talking about yourself, wouldn’t it be worthwhile not to listen?

Liu Xiu's voice sounded ordinary, without any special features, "The Su family boy is also a little fox, you can play Tai Chi with me!"

Mrs. Liu's voice sounded tired, much more painful than Liu Xiu's, "Poor my Ying'er"

Liu Xiu: "Ying'er's revenge must be avenged, and I must hold that beast of the Demon Sect!"

Mrs. Liu: "Master, but Mr. Su said that this matter still needs to be investigated in detail, and beware of anyone who instigates it to reap the benefits of the fisherman."

"Instigate a fart!" Liu Xiu was a little angry, and began to speak indiscriminately, "I think Su Yuqing is just a coward, afraid of making enemies with the Demon Cult! If there is no result after three days, I will go to the Emei Sect Find my teacher to make the decision for me!"

Wang Ding pursed his lips, no wonder the Kongtong sect is still a third-rate sect after so many years, it's no wonder it can rise with such a brave and planless leader.

He didn't stay any longer, took a few steps quickly, and flew towards the backyard.

The storage room is actually a small one-story house with some agricultural tools for gardening and gardening, which looks ordinary.

Here is the entrance to the basement.

Wang Ding thought about the routines in martial arts dramas. Generally, there are traps leading to the basement.

He carefully looked at this small room with the moonlight coming in from the window.There were wooden hoes, shovels and other tools on the ground, coir raincoats and cloaks hanging on the wall, a broken wooden table, four broken benches, and a broken candlestick on the table, in short, everything was broken.

——Except for the nondescript ink landscape painting on the wall.

Wang Ding twitched the corners of his mouth, Liu Xiu really has something wrong with him, isn't hanging such a painting here the same as blatantly declaring "This is the mechanism, come and open me"?

Of course, just in case of falling into the trap, Wang Ding cautiously picked up the painting with a branch, but there was no hidden weapon. After a muffled sound, a well-sized hole appeared on the ground.

It seems that he really didn't underestimate Liu Xiu, he has only this level of IQ.

Wang Ding picked up the candlestick, lit it with the torch he carried, and jumped into the cave.

He landed quickly, reckoning that the cellar was only one or two meters away from the entrance of the cave.Wang Ding illuminated it with candle light, and there were stairs winding down in front of him, and the further he went down, the more cold he felt.

——It seems that in order to store the corpse, Liu Xiu prepared a lot of ice cubes.

At the end of the steps is a small cabin with sconces mounted on the walls.

He still underestimated Liu Xiu, not only did he prepare a lot of ice cubes, he even ordered someone to dig an ice coffin, and Liu Yanying lay quietly in the ice coffin.

Maybe it's a different world and a different identity. Wang Ding used to be a person who didn't even dare to watch horror movies, but now he can calmly face a cold corpse.

In order to clear his grievances, and to complete the task as soon as possible and return to modern times, he is not afraid of anything now.

He clasped his hands together and said to the corpse: "Miss Liu is offended, there is nothing to blame, I just want to find the real culprit, and you also hope to find your murderer as soon as possible."

After finishing speaking, Wang Ding put the candlestick on the ground, turned Liu Yanying's body over, and opened the neckline. There was a blue and black handprint on the back of her neck, and she was killed with one palm.

Wang Ding was startled, the wound was indeed caused by his Shadowless Palm, even the small black spots appeared in the unique wound.

Who is framing him?In his memory, only he and his dead ghost master knew Shadowless Palm, so could anyone else know this kind of martial art?

He looked at the handprint and thought to himself, could it be impossible to wash it off even if he really wanted to jump into the Yellow River?

No, he pointed his right hand at the black handprint on the neck of the corpse, this person's hand was a circle smaller than his!

The palm of a person can be enlarged with other tools such as gloves, but it will never become smaller. The murderer, whether male or female, has smaller hands than him.

Wang Ding is a little thankful that he has big hands like a basketball player. He used to dislike it, but he didn't expect it to become evidence to prove his innocence.

Wang Ding took out the paper and ink cartridge, and stamped the black palm print. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly felt a sense of danger. His eyes narrowed, and his body instinctively squatted down, avoiding the violent kick. .

Only now did he have time to see who was attacking him, it would be better if he didn't, as he felt so depressed that he wanted to cry.

With a slender figure, a flowing white dress, and the iconic scent of sweet-scented osmanthus, even if he ignores the handsome man with a face like a crown jade and eyes like stars, Wang Ding knows who is coming.

The other leading actor went online without warning.

While thinking wildly, Su Yuqing attacked again with a sword, Wang Ding was distracted, the mask covering his face was cut, revealing his true face.

——He felt that the beard made up was too intrusive, so he took off the make-up in disguise at night.

Su Yuqing was stunned for a second, and the movements of his hands also slowed down. Although the strength of the attack was not as strong as before, it had already made it difficult for Wang Ding to parry. After all, there was a big gap in their strength.

After a few tricks, Wang Ding begged for mercy: "Leader Su, please be merciful!"

If you don't beg for mercy, you will be beaten to death by him. His martial arts can't beat him, so he is not that stupid.

Su Yuqing frowned, and really stopped.

Then he hooked the corners of his mouth and revealed a smile.This smile is like a bright moon in the sky, and the breeze is blowing on the face, which makes people feel extremely refreshed.If he didn't know that he was a black-bellied guy, Wang Ding would have believed that he was a Pian Pianjia son.

He asked politely, "What is this hero doing here late at night?"

Not only is it good-looking, but its voice is as clear as a spring, which is inexplicably sweet.As a voice controller, he still prefers such a thorough juvenile voice to the leader's subwoofer!

No, no, Wang Ding suddenly woke up, he couldn't be fooled by this illusion, if he didn't deal with it well, maybe today will be his death day next year.

Su Yuqing pretended not to know who he was, apparently to test him. He seemed to be smiling, but he might be thinking how to kill him in his heart.

Under such circumstances, Wang Ding chose to tell the truth, "I am Wang Ding, the left protector of the Demon Sect. Break into this place privately to see the dead body of the victim, and ask the lord to make amends."

Su Yuqing probably didn't expect him to be so straightforward, looked at Wang Ding, withdrew his sword, raised his eyebrows and asked, "How do you know I'm the leader of the martial arts alliance?"

The author has something to say: There was a loud noise in the sky, and the leader appeared on the stage

Wang Ding: Bah!Chicken!

Leader: Huh?What did you say?Say it again.

Wang Ding: I said, wow!so handsome

Leader: Next time, tell the truth more

Wang Ding: ...