[Comprehensive Martial Arts] Known as the killing star, I am in love

"Master Yu!"

Xiao Qi's anxious voice came from outside the door.

Yu Ze got out of bed and opened the door with the tip of a knife, and Xiao Qi stepped in immediately.

"The Garan Temple is on fire!"

"Did the fish bite the hook?"

Yu Ze immediately thought of Gu Xichao's arrangements.

"Bitting is biting, but the dead fish were dragged up in the end. Our people unloaded their jaws, but they were still killed by hidden arrows shot from a distance, and the person who shot the cold arrow didn't catch them."

Speaking of this, Xiao Qi showed a trace of annoyance on his face.

"However, when those killers came, they set off a few fires in order to fish in troubled waters. The monk was excited by the fire, and even spoke. murderer of the fire."

"Is he still in the temple now?"

"Then, the monk and the corpses of the killers are on their way here, and they should arrive soon."

How much is this soon?

Invariably, shortly after Xiao Qi finished speaking, a few bird calls came from the back door—three long and one short, obviously an agreed signal.

After hearing this, Xiao Qi hurriedly ran to the back door and welcomed the three carts in.

Three coffins were placed on the three carts, two of which contained three corpses each, and two of them contained a total of six corpses, and the remaining one had several small holes for breathing. A ten-year-old monk lay quietly inside.

If Cang Wu is counted, there are already seven corpses here.

The corner of Yu Ze's mouth twitched, and he suddenly felt that this haunted house suddenly became worthy of its name.

But it is not accurate to say that it is a ghost house.

Or change its name to Yizhuang.

His mind wandered for a moment.

When I came back to my senses, I heard Xiao Qi ask seriously: "Didn't the news say that there were seven? Why is one missing?"

"There were seven of them, but one of them was about the same size as this monk, and it had just died. We decided to use that corpse to replace the one we found in the mass grave, and burned it according to the master's instructions. He changed his face into a monk's robe and pretended to be a monk, and threw him into the temple, while his clothes and utensils were all placed in that coffin."

The three men in black looked at each other, and the oldest stepped forward to explain.

A freshly dead body is easier to deceive people than one found in a mass grave.

Xiao Qi nodded, but just in case, he still confirmed it.

"What clues are there on the body that you gave up?"

"He has nothing on his body except for a tattoo, which is also on several other bodies."

"Tattoo?"

Chu Liuxiang, who rushed over after hearing the movement, suddenly became interested.

"What kind of tattoo?"

"It's a sword." The man in black didn't seem to know how to describe it. He simply lifted the clothes of one of the corpses, pointed to the pattern on the waist and abdomen, and said: "Ximen Chuuxue's ancient sword with a black sheath The blade is three feet seven inches long, but in terms of proportion, the blade is only half of the ancient sword with a black sheath, and the blade is wide and flat. It is too short for an epee, but if it is an ordinary sword... It looks too bulky in shape."

The man in black shook his head, "I'm stupid. I've been wandering the rivers and lakes for several years, but I've never seen this kind of sword before."

For a while, everyone fell silent.

Yu Ze stared at the tattoo intently, thoughtful, but didn't make a sound.

Chu Liuxiang was forced by Li Hongxiu to recite a lot of secrets about the world, but she has never seen this kind of sword.

If you can't think of it, you simply don't want to.

After they worked together to settle six or four living people, they sent the three men in black away.

"I see the swords they wear—not like the tattoos."

Chu Liuxiang took out a sword and looked at it carefully. This sword was long and slender, and it was a product from the bad street in the Jianghu. On weekdays, when you go to a restaurant where people from the Jianghu gather, nine out of ten wear this kind of sword. What a surprise.

He sighed and turned his head, only to find that Yu Ze was still staring at the tattoo in a daze.

"what happened?"

"You're still hurt and go back to the house to rest."

Seeing Yu Ze leaning against the wall and standing alone, Chu Liuxiang immediately stepped forward and said dissatisfied.

"I know what kind of sword this is."

After a while, he suddenly said.

"This sword is not for killing."

"This is a gift vessel."

"During the Spring and Autumn and Warring States Periods, swords were more of a status symbol. Among them, the Wuyue Kingdom was rich in sabers. If this tattoo is realistic enough, it is somewhat similar to the legendary Goujian Sword of the King of Yue."

However, it seems useless to know this at this time, they cannot rely on this tattoo to know the origin of these dead men.

"Forget it!"

It was getting late now.

Yu Ze waved his hand impatiently, turned around and half leaned on Chu Liuxiang's body, supported by him, and planned to go to the room for a midnight snack.

However, God seems destined not to let them stop.

Yu Ze had just taken a mouthful of rice, and before his butt was warmed up, he heard a loud noise not far away.

"puff!"

Yu Ze choked half of his mouthful of food into his throat, and spit out the remaining half, and the goddess scattered flowers in an instant.

Coincidentally, Chu Liuxiang was sitting in front.

If Jiang Fu was sitting in front, he would point at her with a grin and laugh and gloat, but Chu Liuxiang was sitting in front.

The two just hit it off, and they haven't reached the point where old couples don't care about their image.

Yu Ze pays much attention to his image now, but the meal just now caused a crack in his image.

——in front of his sweetheart.

Even if Xiangshuai dodged all the "hidden weapons" in an instant with his outstanding lightness skills, it still couldn't cover up the embarrassment of this scene.

Oh shit!shame!

Yu Ze cleared the table while coughing, covering his face in an attempt to calm down, but he still couldn't restrain his violent temper, kicked the door open with murderous intent, and strode out.

He walks with agility, as if the injuries on his body no longer exist.

Seeing this, Chu Liuxiang immediately chased after him, and kicked open the closed door before Yu Ze, so as to prevent the wound on Yu Ze's leg from bursting again.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the door opened, a figure rushed up, with snot and tears.

"Get me out of here! Get me out of here! There's a madman here! Here's a—"

The scholar grabbed Chu Liuxiang's collar and burst into tears, shouting and looking back nervously.

Then he froze all over, and before he finished speaking, he dodged and nimbly hid behind Chu Liuxiang.

The next moment, a monk with a fierce face stumbled over.

So after becoming a scholar, Chu Liuxiang was once again thrown into his arms by that monk.

"Murderer! I'm going to kill you!"

The monk directly strangled Chu Liuxiang's neck, his eyes were red and filled with hatred.

His hands holding Chu Liuxiang's neck gradually tightened, but two lines of tears suddenly flowed from his eyes.

"I am going to kill you!"

He said hoarsely, but was kicked out by Yu Ze the next moment.

The scholar behind him was shocked when he saw this, and wanted to speak, but was knocked unconscious by Yu Ze with a knife in his hand.

"Are you OK?"

"fine."

Chu Liuxiang looked at the confused monk on the ground and smiled wryly, "I really shouldn't have kept the two of them together in the first place."

"When they were locked up, they should have been tied up with a rope."

Yu Ze looked at the man huddled on the ground and said with disgust.

However, at this moment, the monk lying on the ground suddenly shrieked and curled up, hugging his knees and trembling uncontrollably, muttering incessantly: "Don't kill me...don't kill me...I didn't see anything! "

Chu Liuxiang and Yu Ze looked at each other, and were about to take a step forward to check carefully, but they heard the monk scream again, and then crawled to the corner of the wall, stopping the two of them.

Yu Ze didn't move, he found that whenever he moved, the monk would howl like a pig.

He looked at the foot he kicked in confusion, and began to reflect: Did he kick too hard just now?

When she turned her head, she found that Chu Liuxiang was frowning and staring at him.

Staring at Yu Ze repeatedly denied.

"I didn't do it! I was still playing with mud when Wan'an Temple was on fire!"

"I'm not talking about that," Chu Liuxiang couldn't laugh or cry, "Have you noticed that the wound on your leg is open again?"

"Uh... eh?"

As soon as he reminded him, Yu Ze realized that his leg... seemed to be in pain?

However, before he could react, Chu Liuxiang supported him, half-dragged and half-carried him back to the room, carefully put him back on the bed and settled him down, then turned around and invited Jiang Fu.

And he went to the side room to appease the monk, and dragged the scholar in by the way, so as not to catch a cold.

Jiang Fu, whose study was interrupted, was in a particularly bad mood, and her face was gloomy while sewing the wound, making Yu Ze wonder if he would poke the needle into the flesh.

It hurts to think about it!

"Yu Ze, oh Yu Ze, how can you make it so well?"

Meeting Jiang Fu with such an uncooperative patient was also heartbreaking.

"The wound I just sewed, you cracked it in a blink of an eye. The tailbone was contused, the ribs were broken, and there were stab wounds all over the body. How dare you kick the door with your foot just like that?"

"Yu Ze, let me tell you," Jiang Fu tied the knot with a bow, dangling a suture needle in front of him, and issued an ultimatum, "If you dare to come a second time, I will paralyze you. Let you lie on the bed for a month and then go to the ground after you recover from your injury."

"Good doctor, yes doctor."

Yu Ze nodded obediently, but the moment Jiang Fu turned around, she quietly poked her right foot towards the ground.

Very light, very light, with the kind of strength that mosquitoes will not be startled.

Jiang Fu turned her head abruptly, with a fierce look on her face.

Yu Ze immediately withdrew his foot and looked at Jiang Fu with a bright smile.

Yu Ze was terrified, this time he was really terrified.

He doesn't want to get off the ground now, he wants the ruthless wheelchair.

……

Wuqing, who was far away in the Shenhou Mansion, sneezed hard.

Before he could say anything, the kid beside him hurriedly put a cloak on him.

"It's not peaceful in Beijing these days, but when it's cold, you still have to pay attention to your health, and don't work too hard."

"I have limited mobility. Compared with chasing their orders and running around every day, I am already comfortable doing these paperwork."

The cloak was made of fox fur, a thick piece, ruthlessly felt hot and uncomfortable, facing the boy's disapproving eyes, he silently tore off the cloak.

"It's getting late, you go back and rest first."

"Yes……"

The little boy looked at him and then at the cloak, frowned, and walked away step by step.

Ruthless was the only person left in the room.

White smoke rises from the aromatherapy burner and then dissipates.

The morning light slanted in from the half-opened window, within the light beam, there were floating dust floating up and down.

Sitting upright ruthlessly, with his back stopped and his head slightly lowered, he was carefully looking at the file in his hand.

Recently, there have been a lot of trivial matters in the capital. The six gates have taken on important and serious cases across the country, and they have traveled all over the country.

And the Shenhou Mansion has just arrested a Jiangyang thief, and they have packed up the case before resting for a few days, but the six doors still have no manpower, so they can only share a small part, so most of the burden falls on Shenhou. on the government.

Ruthless has been watching here for two hours, but only half of it has been dealt with.

Rao even he couldn't help sighing.

Whether it is Six Doors or Shenhou Mansion, they all like to handle big and serious cases.

Although those Jiangyang thieves are difficult to catch, if they are caught, they will eliminate harm for the people. The hard work of more than ten days is not in vain.

But in these small cases, the same thought was spent on questioning the victim, and the same thought was spent on finding the criminal's interpersonal relationship to determine the candidate.

He spent a lot of energy, but what he caught was only second- and third-rate people in the arena—the kind who would accidentally kick the iron plate and kill themselves in the arena.

But helpless, here at the feet of the emperor, the emperor's safety is paramount, even if it's just a petty theft, he must pay great attention to it and do it himself, and it must never be handed over to others.

The ruthless speed of reading the dossier was a little faster.

When he read two-thirds of the time, a piece of fabric suddenly fell out of the snow-white file.

The author has something to say: When I was a child, I never believed that the five sense organs are connected

Until one day I choked into my trachea after eating noodles

Then blew it out of the nose. . . .