Brother always wants to get a certificate with me [Quick Transmigration]

Ji Wuqin was curious about what kind of person the Patriarch of the Wu family was like, so he went to the living room and walked around. Seeing that the people inside were still very excited, he thought about it and didn't go in to disturb him, and went to the side courtyard instead.

Several corpses of the Fang family were brought to the Martial Arts League and placed in the side courtyard. Fu Chen was checking inside. Two disciples were guarding the door. With embarrassing faces, he hesitated and shouted: "Mrs. Leader." They still don't know the name of this son, and they don't know how to call him other than this.

Ji Wuqin finally knew what it meant to shoot himself in the foot with a rock, he cheekily nodded with a generous smile against his disciple's awkward gaze, and entered the courtyard without looking sideways.

A total of five corpses were brought back from Fang's house, all of which were covered with white cloth and placed on wooden boards. Fu Chen was the only one in the courtyard, carefully observing one of the corpses.

"Did you find anything?" Ji Wuqin casually lifted a piece of white cloth and glanced at it, because the body had been decomposed for a long time, and the body had to be buried as soon as possible after a long time.

Fu Chen waved to Ji Wuqian, telling him to come over here, "Look here." He pointed to the wounds on the chest and abdomen of the corpse.

The wound was slender and deep, almost cutting through the entire chest, and the flesh was slightly turned outwards. It looked as if the attacker hadn't controlled his strength and slashed randomly with a sword, but everyone in the Fang family knew a little about martial arts. How could it be possible to be killed by someone who hacked indiscriminately?

"This... the murderer doesn't look like someone who is used to using swords." Ji Wuqin and Fu Chen are both sword repairmen, and they are very familiar with sword wounds.

Fu Chen hummed, and asked, "What do you think their usual weapons are?"

Ji Wuqin touched his chin, and tentatively replied: "Axe?"

Fu Chen looked at him silently.

"I'm just kidding." Ji Wuqin said and looked down at the wound carefully, and also looked at the other corpses, but only two of the five corpses were wounded by swords, and the remaining two were poisonous. Injury, and one is a knife wound.

The two corpses with sword wounds were also different. The one Fu Chen saw was killed by a single sword, while the other had wounds all over his body, and the fatal wound was a dagger in the throat.

The murderer seemed to be very bad at using a sword, and he couldn't grasp the strength all the time. Of course, it could not be ruled out that the murderer did it deliberately in order to confuse the public.

"It looks like a person who is accustomed to using heavy weapons, so he is not used to relatively light weapons such as swords." Ji Wuqin frowned and said: "Is it the same as Fang Junxiao said, they use knives?"

"Among the murderers there must be a master with a knife." Fu Chen walked to the body of a body that died of Duan Jue San, lifted the white cloth, and said indifferently: "This is the Patriarch of the Fang family."

Ji Wuqin looked at the corpse with an indistinguishable face, and was a little surprised. The face of the head of the Fang family looked terrible because of the rot and severe/poisonous erosion. There was no good place at all. He pondered for a while, and raised his hand to want Take a look at all the white cloth.

Fu Chen stopped Ji Wuqin, met his questioning eyes, and explained simply: "Don't watch." He paused and added, "You will be scared."

Ji Wuqin blinked, and stretched out his hand obediently, without a hand.

"Although the whole body is black and purple and swollen, some stab wounds can be discerned vaguely." Fu Chen finished speaking and swept towards the disciples of the Wulin League who appeared at the door.

The disciple lowered his head and said respectfully, "The genius doctor Song is outside, and it is said that he has something important to report to the leader."

Fu Chen nodded and said in a low voice, "Let him in."

Song Feng walked in hurriedly, with a half-fluttering skirt, elegant and elegant. He guessed that Fu Chen would definitely come to check on the corpse, so he changed into a delicate brocade robe with joy and tied his hair with a white jade crown. Even the jade pendant on his waist was well-matched, he hurried over after tidying himself up.

I thought that Ji Wuqin would dislike the environment here, and he would definitely not want to come here. After all, the corpse must have been put there for a long time, and the smell must be very strong. He is used to seeing these things for a long time. I didn't expect Ji Wuqin to be able to bear it.

The joyful mood was extinguished at once. Song Feng knew Fu Chen's temper, so he didn't talk nonsense right away. He directly lifted the white cloth from the two bodies that had been shot by Duan Juesan, and said what he found, "These two The Duanjue powder in the corpse is indeed Duanjue powder, but it is not the Duanjue powder from our genius doctor valley, and even the poison/nature of the two bodies are different."

Ji Wuqin also wanted to see what was different, but Fu Chen forcefully covered his eyes.

Song Feng, who was caught by the two of them, paused slightly, then turned his head silently to look at the corpse in front of him whose bones could be seen due to erosion and decay, and continued: "Duan Juesan is a forbidden drug even in the Valley of Divine Doctors, because Not only can it cause the poisoned person to die in pain, but within ten days after death, the corpse will be dissolved by the poison and turned into black water."

The outside world only reported the symptoms after being infected with Duan Jue San, but did not mention its overbearing poison/nature.

"Half of the ten days have passed since the accident, but of the two corpses, only the Patriarch of the Fang family showed signs of erosion, while the remaining corpse shows no signs of erosion other than natural decay."

"Part of the formula of Duan Jue San leaked out earlier, the murderer must have obtained it by accident, and then made a similar poison/drug." Song Feng laughed at himself after speaking, "Of course it's normal if you don't believe me, after all This Juejue powder was developed by the genius doctor Gu."

With his eyes covered by his senior brother, Ji Wuqin could only rely on the memory just now to smile gently at Song Feng, and said sincerely: "The genius doctor Gu has saved the rivers and lakes from fire and water many times. You have nothing to do."

Song Feng stared at the smile on Ji Wu's lips, and secretly thought of prying the corner of the leader's wall, but unfortunately he only had a heart but no courage.

After covering the corpse with a white cloth, Fu Chen put his hand down, grabbed Ji Wuqin and walked out while saying in a deep voice: "There will be mistakes in a perfect plan, Fang Junxiao is the first one, sure." There will be a second."

As soon as the three of them walked out of the side courtyard, disciples of the Wulin League came to report that someone outside said that they had clues to the murderer of the Fang family and wanted to see the leader of the alliance.

"Take it to the living room."

On the way to the living room, Ji Wuqin leaned into his senior brother's ear when Song Feng wasn't paying attention, and asked in a low voice, "Is this the babysitter you're looking for?" There was a mistake, and someone came here with clues.

Because he was afraid of being heard by Song Feng in front, Ji Wuqin lay on Fu Chen's shoulders, his voice was almost breathless, and his lips were no more than a finger's width away from the side of his face.

Fu Chen tilted his head and kissed the corner of his mouth, then put his arms around his waist and pulled him away, with a serious expression on his face, as if the person who just sneaked a kiss wasn't him.

Fortunately, all the disciples of the Martial Arts League withdrew from the living room, and Song Feng in front of them did not look back, so Fu Chen's cold-faced leader's mask has not yet broken.

There were quite a few people sitting in the living room, besides Fang Junxiao and the Patriarch of the Wu family who were already here, Shan Chen, who had been staying in the guest room, also came to join in the fun when he heard the wind. The six-year-old boy had been standing beside the Patriarch of the Wu family, bending over and softly comforting Fang Junxiao who was still a little emotionally unstable.

It was different from Ji Wuqin's imagination. The Patriarch of the Wu family was about 40 years old, with white beard and hair, regular facial features, and firm and stable eyes.

It's just that his eyes are red now and his face is haggard. He can see that the accident in the Fang family has hit him hard.When he saw Fu Chen coming in, he got up and shouted hoarsely, "Leader Fu."

Fu Chen nodded, then winked at the disciples outside the door.

Not long after the disciple took the order, he took the man with him. A ragged and dirty beggar, thin and small, when he came in with the disciple, he flinched when he saw so many people, turned around and wanted to run away.

Fu Chen asked his disciples to put the little beggar on the stool, and asked blankly, "Do you have any clues?"

The little beggar swallowed, rolled his black eyes around, pursed his lips and said, "I'm hungry, please get me something to eat first."

Shan Chen, who had the worst temper, turned dark first, and said displeasedly: "You must be in the wrong place for your food."

The little beggar stared at him ferociously, "You are the one who came to beg."

Ji Wuqin chuckled, stopped Shan Chen who wanted to say something more, and told the disciple standing by: "Go and get some food." He glanced at the hungry little beggar who was licking his lips, thinking After thinking about it, he smiled and said, "Add two more chicken legs."

Seeing Fu Chen nodding to him, the disciple quickly turned around and ran away.

The Patriarch of the Wu family went to meet Fang Junxiao as soon as he arrived, and this was the first time he saw Ji Wuqin. Seeing that he could directly command the people of the Wulin League, he couldn't help but look at him a few times, and was a little suspicious of his identity.

"My child, I've already prepared the meal. Tell me what clues you have first." Song Feng's temper was much better than Shan Chen's, and he didn't dislike the dirty little beggar, so he sat next to him and said in a pleasant manner.

The little beggar rubbed his hands that were covered in black mud. Seeing that he was not as nervous as when he first came in, he said in a rascal tone, "I usually live in the alley behind Fang's house. I happened to have something to do that night when the accident happened. I wasn't there, but I went back before dawn, and when I passed Fang's house, I heard voices inside, so I didn't dare to go in, but I picked up a bloody sword and a jade pendant at the door."

"What kind of jade pendant?" The head of the Wu family asked first, frowning.

The little beggar glanced at the inquiring person, saw that he was not Ji Wuqin who was feeding him, so he curled his lips and said in a perfunctory way: "Anyway, it's not Fanpin, I've already hidden it. Besides this, I have another more important clue, But I can't say now, who knows if there is a murderer among you, if you say I slander after I speak out, then my life will be gone, I only believe in the leader, I have to speak to him alone."

Ji Wuqin looked at the rascal look on the little beggar's face, and smiled, he is now sure that this person is definitely not a nurse invited by his senior brother.

This little beggar is more likely to come here to cheat food and drink.

Ji Wuqin was not the only one who had this kind of thought. The few people present were speechless to the little beggar. In the end, it was Fu Chen who spoke first and asked someone to take him down to clean it. The rest of the matter will be discussed later.

The little beggar jumped off the chair and walked away with a proud face.

Patriarch Wu's complexion was a little gloomy, and he couldn't help shouting: "What nonsense."

"Children's heart, maybe he really has important clues in his hand." Ji Wuqin said with a smile, and Fang Junxiao was walking towards him from the corner of the eye.

Ji Wuqin looked suspiciously at Fang Junxiao, who was leaning against his legs, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Fang Junxiao asked with tears in his eyes, "When will my family be buried in peace?"

Ji Wuqin didn't know how to answer, and subconsciously looked at his senior brother.

"Today." It's not winter now, and it's easy to cause accidents if the corpse is stored for a long time.

The Patriarch of the Wu family sighed heavily, "It's an old friend, I will undertake the funeral by myself."

Fang Junxiao shook his head, "There's no need to do it. After setting up the mourning hall, let my father and mother go to the ground quietly."

The head of the Wu family wanted to say something more, but seeing Fang Junxiao's pale face, he didn't say anything in the end.

The mourning hall is placed in the courtyard of the Fang family, and there are still dark red blood stains on the ground that have not been washed clean. The corpses have been buried in the ancestral grave of the Fang family by the disciples of the Wulin League. The place was buried.

Fang Junxiao knelt on the ground in filial piety and burned the paper for a while, as if he remembered something, he suddenly stood up and walked to his father's bedroom.

Worried about his accident, Ji Wuqin followed him. Fang Junxiao walked to a cabinet, turned to look at Ji Wuqin and said, "Can you open it for me?" He is too short to reach.

There was only a small lock on the cabinet, and Ji Wuqin broke it with internal force. After opening it, he found a stack of thread-bound books inside, and he took it out and handed it to Fang Junxiao.

Fang Junxiao looked down at the words "Sky Poison Classic" written on the cover of the book, and said softly: "These are all fakes made by my father."

Ji Wuqin felt a little helpless about Fang's father's behavior, he asked suspiciously: "Why didn't your father practice the Sky Poison Sutra by himself?" Since the Sky Poison Sutra is so famous, why didn't the Fang family practice it by themselves?

Holding the top-level exercises in his hands but not practicing them, he caused a disaster for no reason.

Fang Junxiao shook his head and said nothing, and walked out with the books in his arms. He threw the books on the ground, picked them up and tore them up one by one and put them in the brazier.

Song Feng saw the words "Sky Poison Sutra" sharply, and his heart skipped a beat. He couldn't help squatting down, and asked, "You don't mean to burn the Sky Poison Sutra, do you?" It would be too sinful to burn it directly.

Fang Junxiao picked up a copy and handed it to him, and said softly: "This is fake."

Song Feng opened it subconsciously and looked at it, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, "This is not a practice at all, it's all about herbs." If there is something to do with poison, it's probably because the herbs are introduced here. Which poison/sexuality can be used is a bit like a popular science book.

"My father has been studying the Sky Poison Sutra all the time, but this exercise requires too much comprehension, and the content in it cannot be practiced without comparing the nature of the herbs. That's why he wrote this fake Sky Poison Sutra."

"The top-level exercises are really complicated." Song Feng shook his head with emotion.

The rest of the people also curiously picked up the book on the ground and opened it.

Fang Junxiao whispered to himself while burning, "The one taken by the murderer is the fake copy with the most annotations by my father. He only finished translating the real copy in the last few pages."

Ji Wuqin watched Fang Junxiao burn the book with a numb face, the words "Sky Poison Sutra" on the cover flickered slightly in the fire and then turned into ashes.

His heart moved, and he said softly to Fu Chen beside him: "Tell me, will there be a real Heavenly Poison Sutra in it?"

Fu Chen looked sideways at him.

Ji Wuqin squinted his eyes, seemed to be caught in some kind of memory, and said in a low voice: "It's a disaster to keep it anyway, it's better to just burn it."

It's like the exercise book of Ji's family, which made Ji's father bewitched, and then lured Ji's mother's greed, and finally led to his brother's death in Ji's father's hands.

Ji Wuqin will never forget that when he woke up in Fu Chen's arms, the color of blood in front of his eyes could not dissipate. bloody smell.

Ten-year-old Ji Nan burned the exercises. In front of his brother's tombstone, the smell of burning heavenly exercises was no different from that of ordinary paper. The hideous smell of blood that smells inside.

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