Yanshan Exquisite Record

It’s been a long time since the Yingyang Martial Arts Conference, but as an ordinary person, when the almanac is turned over, this period of time has passed, and I can’t even remember the first and second on the list. Although Gongsun Qingyan is blind, there are others in other places. Superman, he nodded, "It's not difficult at all."

When Song Xueqiao wanted something from others, he would even tone up his speech a bit, but he didn't dare to smile when he was dealing with Gongsun Qingyan. Write fast.

The paper is covered with teeny lowercase letters, and the characters are square and powerful, which can be called top grade. From the first day to the last day, people from various families who left are vividly displayed on the paper.

It wasn't until the rooster crowed, the shouts of vendors outside the building gradually increased, and the morning market gradually became bustling, that Gongsun Qingyan put down his pen, "It's all here."

Song Xueqiao rubbed his wrists, unfolded the rice paper that was still wet with a "wow", and blew it. Gongsun Qingyan had a superb memory, and the details on the paper were extremely detailed. Linglong Villa where he lives, other sects are more or less well-known, even if Yinshui Villa resigns, Lu Linlin alone is considered a quota.

His eyes gradually shifted to the names of Qiong Mo'er and Duan Wuyi. Both of them were juniors with insufficient qualifications, so they were arranged later. But the match was not over, and they all died in the ring.

Their opponents were impressively reflected in front of them. Song Xueqiao stared at the roster and couldn't help but read out, "Du Ren... Du Zhao..."

"These are all disciples under the name of Master Huici." Gongsun Qingyan said in a deep voice. He naturally knew what Song Xueqiao was thinking, and shook his head again, "Could it be a coincidence? In front of the stage, there are special people searching, not to mention hidden weapons, it is impossible to let go of even a hair, it cannot be them."

Song Xueqiao glanced at him, grabbed the roster and walked around the room three times, but didn't say a word.

Yanshan Mo Bingzhen reappeared in the world, and everyone was afraid of Yanshan Taoist, but one key point was overlooked.

Hua Yaojiu's bright smile on the roof of Farewell Villa passed before his eyes like a picture, and his voice gradually became clear, "You only think about how he died, but you never thought about why the three of them died..."

He used to think that this sentence referred to the sects behind him, but now it seems that he may have misunderstood it.

"After they died, I started to investigate Qiong Mo'er and Duan Wuyi. Their family backgrounds were nothing special, but after all the signs pointed to Yinshui Villa, I asked Ye Ye to investigate their leader and Yinshui Villa. relationship, but now, this second line has also failed, and there is only one possibility left."

Gongsun Qingyan's unfocused eyes suddenly showed a strange color, what a smart person he is, and said in a low voice, "You mean that Qiongduan and Yanshan Mobingzhen didn't have contact before this?"

"Yes." Song Xueqiao affirmed, squinting his eyes, and scanned the word "Ninduzhao", "Perhaps, the murderer only planned to kill Ruan Twelve at the beginning, and Qiong Mo'er and Duan Wuyi were just sudden variables. Their connection , starting from the martial arts conference."

"Or maybe Yanshan Mobing needle was an accident." Gongsun Qingyan frowned suddenly. He seemed to have doubts about his ability to practice medicine for many years, so he hurriedly got up and opened the door, "Song Xiaoyou, come with me."

Song Xueqiao didn't know why.But he still followed quickly.

On the sixth floor of the Jianghu Tower, the residence of Gongsun and his wife, there are seven rooms in total on the vermilion circular railings, and directly opposite the bedroom is a small world of Gongsun Qingyan—his mortuary.

If he came here at night, wouldn't he be frightened into a fool? Song Xueqiao couldn't help but slander at this moment, but when he thought of Gongsun Qingyan's blindness and Ye Yingshu's haunted look, it was very clear.

The morgue was filled with gloom, Gongsun Qingyan stepped forward quickly, and unlocked it accurately, a black iron door opened in response, and the cold air hit his face, Song Xueqiao couldn't help shivering.

This is an ice room, surrounded by ice walls, with a silver basin dragging the bottom, even the imperial palace may not find so much ice. , is for the living, and Gongsun Qingyan is for the dead.

There were three corpses lying side by side on the ice bed. Although they had been dead for more than a month, their faces were still bright.

"When I checked the cause of death of the three of them, I only paid attention to the shape of the needle in the body, so I was sure it was the Yanshan Mobing needle." Gongsun Qingyan reached out to explore Ruan Twelve's body, "But I overlooked one point, Ruan Twelve The ghost umbrella poison in the body kills with one blow, and although Zijuecao is highly poisonous, its pharmacology is somewhat different from that of the ghost umbrella."

Song Xueqiao's knowledge in pharmacology is average, he only knows that these two herbs are poisonous, and the ghost umbrella was a useful thing for Taoists in Yanshan back then, which was despised by others.

"Yanshan Mobing Needle is as thin as a hair, nailed into the blood veins, and the ghost umbrella poison is mixed with thousands of numbness, which can kill people immediately." Gongsun Qingyan turned over Ruan Twelve's body, touched the back of Ruan Twelve's neck with his fingers, There is a small red spot on the smooth skin, "This is the needle hole of Yanshan Mobing needle, Miss Ruan died of a hidden weapon, there is no doubt about it."

Song Xueqiao nodded.

Gongsun Qingyan opened the corpses of Duan Wuyi and Qiong Mo'er again, pointed to one place, "Look carefully."

Both of their bodies had the same red spot, but it was not on the back of the neck, but in the center of the spine, the wound was so small that it was hard to detect.

"I also ask Xiaoyou Song to tell me what I saw." Gongsun Qingyan said with a trembling expression, and his expression also became sad.

Song Xueqiao looked at him deeply and then at the wound he pointed out. He knew that there was self-blame and unwillingness in it. In fact, it is not difficult for a careful and discerning person to see the difference between the two.

Unfortunately, Gongsun Qingyan is blind.

After a while, he said in a deep voice, "Wu Yi and Qiong Mo'er didn't see any red marks on their wounds, but only Ruan Shiriniang, around the wound...has a darker blush."

"Sure enough." Hearing what he said, Gongsun Qingyan sat down on a chair beside him, and said with a wry smile, "I'm such a quack doctor, I made a wrong judgment on this matter from the very beginning."

Song Xueqiao just listened to him speak in silence.

"Only Ruan Twelve Niang was injured by the real Yanshan Mobing needle. The other two people may have been directly nailed into the body with the needle. Although Zijuecao is highly poisonous, the onset is not so fast. Timing, slap the needle into the back, wait for the Yanshan Mobing needle to go retrograde and go up to the brain, then you will die."

Song Xueqiao said, "That's why the wounds are slightly different. The hidden weapons shot from a distance are naturally more red and swollen than the hidden weapons pierced nearby."

"I'm blind, I can feel the wound, I can detect the swelling, but I can't see such subtle differences, but sometimes such subtle differences are the key." Gongsun Qingyan shook his head, with a disappointed look on his face. The expression was even worse, even the master of the Jianghu Pagoda, the master of the Jianghu Pagoda, the genius doctor Gongsun, would sometimes be so powerless.

Song Xueqiao said with a smile, "This has nothing to do with sir. You don't have to blame yourself. It's just that if you do this, it's like looking for a needle in a haystack."

"But this matter is not necessarily related to Shaolin." Gongsun Qingyan said, "Even if Qiong Mo'er and Duan Wuyi are killed, Du Ren Du Zhao and Du Ren Du Zhao are both juniors and they will not get the first place. Besides... for a It’s not about the name.”

"Regardless of the two of them, I finally have some clues, but right now I want my husband to help me with another matter." Song Xueqiao folded the list into three and stuffed it into his cuffs.

Gongsun Qingyan knew that he must ask for something when he came here, so he was not surprised, "When are you leaving?"

Song Xueqiao wondered, "How do you know what I'm going to do?"

Gongsun Qingyan stood up slowly, and then smiled a little, "The tragedy of Yinshui Villa has already been spread all over the world, how could I not know about it."

Shaolin has always been low-key. At the beginning of the Yingyang Martial Arts Conference, they did not gather in the Jianghu Tower or independent courtyard like hundreds of families. They only stayed in a small temple not far from the east of the city. Watering day.

They don't like disputes, so only seven or eight people came to compete in this trip. Although Master Hui Chuang was not there, and Master Che Jing became a pile of dead bones in the Farewell Villa, there was still an outstanding Master Hui Ci in Shaolin, so the ranking Not low.

Song Xueqiao asked for directions in the city, but he had to plan carefully for this trip, so he could only hire an old carriage, and it was noon when he swayed to Jiguang Temple. On the fallen stone steps, there was only one old monk tremblingly sweeping the mountain gate with a bamboo broom.

After all, Gongsun Qingyan has already married and set up a business, so he can't come out to hang out all the time. Although the one on the mountain is not married, Zhang Zhongkui still puts all the sect affairs on him, and in the end, he is the only one, coming and going whenever he wants Let's go, Song Yanting propped up Linglong Villa with his own strength, one can imagine the hardships involved.

Song Xueqiao put twenty Wen into the merit box, folded his hands together and prayed for his elder sister, a little novice not far away was dozing off while watching someone coming, and looked up lazily, and fell asleep again. past.

Song Xueqiao shook his robe and stepped forward, forcing out a kind smile, "Little master, can I ask for a lottery?"

The little novice opened his bewildered eyes and pointed at the stick, "Shake it yourself, whatever you draw is what you get, and... I don't know how to solve the lottery."

Song Xueqiao thought in his heart that it was because of your attitude that the small temple was as poor as a beggar's nest.

"Hey, let me ask you, how many people are there in this temple?" Song Xueqiao shook his fan and leaned into the little novice's ear, "My family's adults said that Jiguang Temple is going to be repaired this time, so I was sent to find out how many people there are in this place." There are a few bodhisattvas and monks in the house, so that I can give you subsidies and supplements."

Biting the word subsidy very hard, the little novice suddenly opened his eyes, and the thief looked at him slyly. The person who came was dressed in white with gold patterns, and had a black gold fan. Although his gestures were frivolous but noble, he sat up straight suspiciously.

"Magistrate Zhao is extremely vulgar and stingy, how can he afford to overhaul the Jiguang Temple?" The little monk looked at him blankly, "Don't let the sun come out from the west."

"Of course it's not County Magistrate Zhao." Song Xueqiao pretended to be mysterious with a smile, the small fan swayed loudly, and lowered his voice, "My lord Yu Shi has a heart for Buddha."

As for what kind of censor it was, he didn't bother to make it up.

Only then did the little novice look straight at him, "Really?"

Song Xueqiao nodded, "Of course it's true."

The little novice thought for a long time, then slowly got up and yawned, "This way, my lord."