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The government was bored. "

"This..." Feng Yang seemed to have something hard to say.

"What's wrong?" Lian Heng looked at Feng Yang suspiciously.

"To be honest, young master, the subordinates really can't get away from collecting the bill today." Feng Yang said awkwardly, and suddenly he said with a flash of inspiration, "Let Ying'er go shopping with the young master?"

"Okay, Uncle Feng has worked hard." Lian Heng smiled and nodded.

"Thank you, Young Master, for your understanding." Feng Yang nodded and smiled sincerely.

The typical secluded scenery of Jiangnan in Wucheng, now at the end of February, the breath of spring is approaching step by step, willow buds are sprouting beside the gurgling river, spring peaches are blooming, red and green intersect, it should be a warm and harmonious place, but because of As for the haunting, there were also a lot fewer people on the street, which only added a ray of yin that was completely inconsistent.

Lian Heng wandered leisurely in the street, eating with relish with a handful of skewers in his hand, while Ying'er followed behind him happily introducing the big and small situations of Wucheng. People can be regarded as getting along well.

When he walked into the calligraphy and painting shop, he heard rough and cursing voices, which did not match the poetic and picturesque atmosphere here. Lian Heng poked his head in strangely, and saw Fu Chengchuan and a few disciples arguing with a shop selling calligraphy and painting .

"Hey Master Fu! The old man's calligraphy and paintings are all like this. This is a school of painting with a hazy style." The shopkeeper wanted to cry but had no tears.

"Nonsense! You're lying to me! It's obvious that you can't draw clearly!" Fu Chengchuan slapped the table and snorted coldly.

"This this this..."

When Xiucai met Bing, he couldn't explain why. The shopkeeper had no choice but to look at Fu Chengchuan deflatedly.

"Losing money, lose money!" The disciples of Tianyi Hall shouted like bandits.

"You guys are really deceiving people too much!" The shopkeeper was so angry that his seven orifices were filled with smoke.

"I said you are an old man!" Fu Chengchuan was furious, grabbed the shopkeeper by the collar and lifted him up.

"Ahhhh help--"

"Master Fu is merciful." Lian Heng walked in and said warmly, and smiled warmly at Fu Chengchuan like a well-behaved little boy, "The shopkeeper's hand is weak, how can the master be as knowledgeable as him."

Fu Chengchuan let out a soft snort and put the shopkeeper down. He looked at Lian Heng and patted his head, and said with a silly smile, "Oh? You're even here, my lord?"

"Come here to see the business, isn't the Hall Master here to buy calligraphy and paintings?" Lian Heng said meaningfully.

"Don't talk about calligraphy and painting, this shopkeeper lied to me." Fu Chengchuan gave the shopkeeper a hard look.

"Harmony makes money, I bought the paintings and calligraphy that Hall Master Fu bought." Lian Heng said briskly, and gestured to Ying'er behind him with his eyes, who understood, took out the money and handed it to Fu Chengchuan's subordinates.

"Hahaha Mr. Lian is really generous, let's go, I'll treat you to tea." Fu Chengchuan looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, leading Lian Heng back to the street.

"Master Fu has something on his mind?" Lian Heng raised his eyebrows slightly, introducing the topic.

"It's just the recent haunting incident." Fu Chengchuan said with a sigh, "The leader of Nangong gave me a lot of favors back then, and he was considered my benefactor. Now that this incident happened, I must of course come and see it in person."

"The hall master thinks that the leader of Nangong is dead or alive?" Lian Heng chatted.

"Of course I want to live, but more than ten years have passed, and there is no news at all." Fu Chengchuan scratched his head a little annoyed, "It's really annoying not to see people when they are born, and not to see corpses when they die."

"Then this time it's haunted, what does the hall master think?"

"Of course it's for Jinting to find out the matter." Fu Chengchuan said as a matter of course, but suddenly he snorted coldly and seemed very dissatisfied, "That guy has been saying to investigate, and there is no clue at all after more than ten years of investigation, really I don't know how he checked."

Lian Heng smiled lightly and said nothing, and after a while they walked into a teahouse. As soon as they entered, there was a burst of martial arts atmosphere. Headed by big sister Bi Meng, Langya Mountain is headed by big brother Lang Jie, all sects and sects bring their own disciples to rest in this teahouse.

"Everyone, even the young master is here." Fu Chengchuan yelled confidently, and let Lian Heng sit down with a big laugh.

"Seniors, be polite." Lian Heng laughed, saluted and sat down.

"Amitabha, didn't even the young master come here to find out about the haunting?" Puhua Temple Mingyu came over and said.

Lian Heng looked at Ming Yu and said, "I was only here for business, and I heard about it by chance."

"So that's how it is. I plan to go to the Jin Mansion later to discuss this matter with the leader of the alliance." Yang Jue of the Guocang faction stood up and said, "I believe that everyone here wants to seek justice for the leader of Nangong's family."

Langya Mountain Langjie also stood up and said with righteous indignation: "Of course, when Nangong leader's house suddenly encountered a fire, and there were gangsters who rushed to kill them all, all these murderers were punished."

"Master Lian is willing to wait with us?" Emei School Bi Meng looked at Lian Heng shyly and said.

Lian Heng sneered in his heart, what a bunch of martial arts wastes, no wonder Jin Ting was able to fish in troubled waters, and he has been safe and sound for so many years, he hooked the corner of his mouth and said, "Of course."

"Okay!" Lang Jie slapped the table and greeted him, "Let's go now and seek justice for the leader of Nangong!"

"it is good!"

"go!"

For a moment, the teahouse was full of ambition, which made Lian Heng sneer even more.

【Jinwu City·Jin Mansion】

The inside and outside of the Jin Mansion was surrounded by martial arts people, but the guards were not easy to drive away, so they could only be surrounded by the martial arts people. His face was stern.

"Call-"

"Amitabha, the lord is back." Mingyu said to Jinting, who was on the periphery of the crowd.

When the others heard the words, they naturally made a way out. Fu Chengchuan stepped forward and said bluntly, "Jin Ting, we are here to talk to you about the Nangong leader."

"Heroes are polite, if you have something to say, say it." Jin Ting kept a charming smile, and politely invited everyone to walk into the mansion.

A group of people entered the mansion under the arrangement of Jinting, and Lian Heng was the last to go in, and walked in front of Jinting as if nothing had happened, hiding the murderous intent in his eyes.

After Lian Heng entered, a housekeeper walked up to Jin Ting and whispered, "Leader, do you need to take action?"

"No, the people from Baiye Villa are nearby." Jin Ting said in a deep voice, "Don't act rashly."

"Yes." The butler nodded and stepped back.

Jin Ting straightened his clothes and walked into the hall, maintaining his calmness and wisdom, walking into the hall like a leisurely stroll.The hall was full of people from various sects. Jin Ting took the seat in his robe, calm and composed, without any signs of panic. He looked at everyone's expressions without leaving a trace. After a long silence, he first speak out.

"If you have something to say, you may as well speak it out, Jin will definitely do his best."

Yang Jue got up first, bowed suavely and clasped his fists and said, "Master Jin, we came here because of the haunting. I don't know what the leader of Jin is planning?"

"Jin has sent someone to investigate this matter, but there is no result yet." Jin Ting said regretfully.

"There is no result again!!" Fu Chengchuan slapped the table and stood up, and said angrily, "You have been investigating the case of Nangong Yi for more than ten years! No, there is no result! Are you still investigating?!"

"Yes, President Jin, this matter has been delayed for sixteen or seventeen years." Bi Meng said with a sad face.

"Amitabha, the poor monk also feels that the leader of the Jin alliance must give Wulin an account of this matter." Ming Yu said with a frown.

As soon as this topic came out, the lobby was like an explosion. Everyone said something to each other, whether they were sad or angry, and every word was aimed at Jin Ting. Only Lian Heng said it was nothing to do with him. posture, stand by and watch.

The noisy disturbance made Jin Ting a little annoyed, he stood up and raised his voice, and said decisively: "Jin has a duty in the matter of martial arts, within a month he will find out the perpetrator of the case of Nangong's family, and the matter of haunting will be resolved at midnight tonight." Jin and you all went to Xilin Pagoda to investigate in person, what do you think?"

"This is the best, don't tell me that there is no result." Fu Chengchuan snorted coldly, raised his sword and beckoned his subordinates to leave without hesitation.

"Amitabha, I hope the truth will be revealed soon." Ming Yu saluted and left immediately.

After a while everyone left one after another, Lian Heng stood up after watching a farce, saluted leisurely and planned to leave but was stopped by Jin Ting.

"Young Master Lian."

"Leader Jin." Lian Heng smiled harmlessly.

"I just saw that Mr. Lian didn't say a word, do you have any reservations about Jin's handling?" Jin Ting smiled.

"Martial arts affairs are not my concern, and my young master is a soft-spoken person, so I am naturally not qualified to comment." Lian Heng said leisurely.

"Then tonight, Mr. Lian, is Mr. Lian interested in investigating the truth about the haunting together with us?" Jin Ting said in an unclear manner.

"My son is entangled in mundane affairs, but Baiye Villa should do its part."

"Thank you Jin." Jin Ting said with a smile on his face.

"Farewell." Lian Heng also clasped his fists in salute, and then he and Ying'er left the Jin Mansion gracefully.

Jin Ting stood up straight, staring fixedly at the direction Lian Heng was leaving with a frown, puzzled, who was the group of killers that suddenly appeared at the Cloud Peeping Peak that day?

into the night.

The weather was still warm in the morning and the wind blows in the evening. In fact, there was a feeling of spring chills. Not long after nightfall, the wind blew and blew the window sills, and there were snowflakes. It was a lot colder, but Lian Heng, who was wrapped in a quilt on the soft couch, was still full of enthusiasm.

With a sound of "Wow--", Lian Heng went shopping for the things he bought early in the morning.