Slag Reconstruction System

If all the people in Lingyun Palace are here, if Xie Zi's disappearance is really man-made, then who is most likely to do it?

Xing Wufeng's eyes were deep, and he looked at everyone calmly.

Since Mu Xin was the first to put forward this point of view, he can be removed first.

As for Chi Yu, he has always been at odds with Xie Zi, and he has easily become the object of suspicion. It is not impossible for the remaining Qiu Luochen and Lian Mo. As for the surviving trio and the abstract quartet, he first put them together. It was ruled out.

Of course, if the script doesn't play out the cards according to common sense and force them to add scenes, there is nothing he can do.

Xing Wufeng said: "If my guess is correct, Zi'er disappeared yesterday morning."

Mu Xin was very cooperative and asked, "How do you say that?"

Everyone put their eyes on Xing Wufeng, and he was very useful, so he cleared his throat and said: "Yesterday morning, Zi'er came to my room, and I...cough cough... told him Some harsh words."

Chi Yu looked unhappy, and said quickly, "What did Xie Zi do in the master's room?"

Xing Wufeng choked, and squinted his eyes, Chi Yu pursed his mouth and silently stopped talking.

The man continued: "I remember that Zi'er stayed in my room for half a stick of incense. When he left, I slept for another hour. When I woke up, you were already waiting outside the door." Paused, eyes deep, "I didn't see Zi'er, I went to the back mountain to look for it, but I didn't find any trace of him, so I concluded that Zi'er disappeared at this hour when I was sleeping."

Qiu Luochen's ice-like complexion did not change, but he said coldly: "What's the use of knowing when Junior Brother Xie Zi disappeared?"

"Of course I have to find an alibi." Xing Wufeng turned into Detective Conan, and his eyes shot out a dazzling light for a moment, "During the period of rest for the teacher, what were you doing, do you have any witnesses to prove it?"

The surviving trio: "The disciple is making breakfast."

Abstract group of four: "The disciples are chopping firewood to boil water."

Chi Yu: "The skeleton qin has too many strings, and I'm repairing the qin."

Xing Wufeng took the opportunity to ask: "Alone?"

The boy paused, "Yes."

Xing Wufeng turned his head to look at Qiu Luochen, who said calmly, "I'm sleeping."

After hearing this, the man let out an oh, and looked at Lian Mo, "Where's Brother Lian Mo?"

Lian Mo clasped his hands together, said "Amitabha" as usual, and replied: "The poor monk is copying the Heart Sutra alone in the room."

After receiving everyone's answers, Xing Wufeng felt a little headache. Why are these three people alone? How can he continue to investigate.

"I understand." He nodded pretendingly, "Let's forget about the sword practice today, and you will divide into three groups, and you must not let go of every corner of Lingyun Peak. I don't believe that Zi'er can disappear out of thin air. There will be some clues."

"Yes, master (leader)."

When everyone turned to leave, Xing Wufeng stopped Mu Xin who was about to leave, "Xin'er."

Mu Xin paused, turned slightly sideways, the man stepped forward and asked, "Who do you think is the most likely?"

The boy's eyes lit up when he heard this, "Why doesn't the master think it was done by the disciple?"

Xing Wufeng waved his hand, "If this person is you, and you propose that the murderer is someone else, isn't that digging your own grave?" How can there be such a stupid real murderer.

Unable to bear a faint smile, Mu Xin chuckled lightly, "Maybe this disciple is advancing in order to retreat."

Uh……

Xing Wufeng wondered: "Xin'er, why do you say that, aren't you afraid that the teacher will really suspect you?"

Shaking his head lightly, the young man's flowing voice sounded in his ears: "Master, thank you for trusting me so much."

"Senior Brother Mu Xin."

From a distance, Chi Yu called Mu Xin's name dissatisfied.

The young man glanced back at the direction of Qiu Luochen and Chi Yu, and said to Xing Wufeng, "The disciple is leaving first."

"Ah."

When Mu Xin got together with the two of them, Chi Yu's face was gloomy, he glanced at the figure of the man leaving, and stabbed lightly.

"Senior Brother Mu Xin, when did you have such a good relationship with Master?"

Mu Xin smiled and said: "Let's go, it's important for us to find clues for Junior Brother Xie Zi."

Frowning fiercely, Chi Yu couldn't help but want to get angry. Seeing this, Qiu Luochen said lightly, "Junior Chi Yu, it's important to get down to business first."

"Hmph." Chi Yu snorted coldly, and walked to the front first.

Qiu Luochen thoughtfully, glanced at Mu Xin beside him, and then stepped up to follow.

Speaking of which, Mu Xin is the most mysterious of the four of them, and also the most difficult one for him to win over, bar none.He once asked Mu Xin what he thinks of Xing Wufeng in an indirect manner, so as to find an opportunity to instigate rebellion, and cooperate with him with the nine sects to achieve the goal of strangling Xing Wufeng.

At that time, Mu Xin didn't answer yes or no, but just looked at him with a pair of piercing eyes, as if he had already guessed his plan.

It has to be said that Mu Xin is too smart, and there are great variables for him.

When necessary, he doesn't mind acting first to get rid of Mu Xin completely, so as to prevent future troubles.

……

After another hour, the image group of four was the first to report, saying that they had found a footprint in the back mountain.

Xing Wufeng went over to take a look, and found that this footprint was very special. There was a transition from the sole of the foot to the heel, which looked like the shape left by an accidental slip.

In fact, the reason why this footprint was left is because Xie Zi instinctively raised her internal strength in a critical moment to make her body stand firm, and thus left this precious clue.

Could it be that Mu Xin really hit it off, that someone really wanted to harm Xie Zi?

The man's expression turned serious, and he immediately ordered everyone to step on the shoes one by one to see if they matched the footprints.

After verification by everyone, as expected, no one's shoes matched the footprint, which proved that the footprint was indeed from Xie Zi's foot.

If this simple case of disappearance is turned into a planned and premeditated murder, things will become extremely complicated.

Xing Wufeng turned around, with a heavy complexion, and glanced sharply at everyone, "I will never allow my disciples to kill each other. Once I find out who did it, I will never let you down!"

This warning sounded like a bell, and everyone's eardrums were shaken with a roar.

After hearing this, everyone bowed their heads.

Xing Wufeng glanced at everyone, and said to the abstract group of four: "The four of you go down the mountain first to have a look. If Zi'er fell from this place, there may be some clues left under the mountain."

Now that things have happened, apart from Mu Xin, he can only trust these disciples who are not good-looking.

"Yes, Master."

The abstract group of four took the lead, and disappeared into the clouds with a whoosh.

Xie Zi's whereabouts were unknown, and Xing Wufeng felt depressed for a while.

"I think I treat you well as a teacher." His eyes lingered on a certain young man for a second, and he meant something: "I know that some of you have different intentions, and I don't care about you, it doesn't mean This seat does not know."

Noticing the slight change in Qiu Luochen's face, Xing Wufeng said with a hidden meaning: "I don't care whether Xie Zi's disappearance has anything to do with you or not, if I find out that someone wants to betray the master—" He flicked his sleeves, his face sullen, " Don't blame me for not being a teacher."

After saying this, he left behind people with different expressions, raised his right hand, and flew down the cliff like a cloud of smoke.

Just because of this superb "floating on the cloud", turning the emptiness into reality, there is no one in the world who can compete with him.

Qiu Luochen lowered his eyes, and quietly clenched his hands on both sides of his body.

He is extremely smart, and of course he heard Xing Wufeng's implication. He thought that everything he did was done without anyone noticing, but he didn't think that it was all under the control of the other party.

Xing Wufeng, what is your weakness, and how can I defeat you?

……

The reason why Xing Wufeng went down the mountain was because he was depressed, so he wanted to go down the mountain to relax.

He is really one head and two big at the moment, Xiao Han's whereabouts are unknown, and now Xie Zi has disappeared strangely, until he finds out the truth, he is determined not to stay any longer.

The ghost knows what the purpose of the person hiding behind is, all his extremely powerful abilities to protect himself, can't prevent the villain from plotting against him.

He was wandering aimlessly down the mountain when he suddenly heard an old voice coming from his side.

"Hero, what a coincidence, we meet again."

The voice sounded familiar, Xing Wufeng turned around suspiciously, and when he saw someone coming, his expression relaxed, "It's you."

It turned out to be a hawker who often sells fruits at the foot of the mountain.

The peddler scratched the back of his head, enthusiastically picked up a piece of fruit and handed it to him, "Hero, do you want fruit?"

Looking at the sweet and juicy peach in the opponent's hand, Xing Wufeng swallowed, and reached out to take it without hesitation.

"Thank you, old man." Throwing the peach up, when the peach fell, he caught it firmly, took a bite without being too dirty, and praised: "This peach is so sweet."

The smiles on the peddler's face piled together, and he stretched out his hand towards Xing Wufeng, "Since it's delicious, please, hero, settle the fruit money from last time and this time?"

Xing Wufeng: (⊙﹏⊙)b

He said why the old man was so enthusiastic today, it turned out that he was still thinking about the last time he took a piece of fruit and didn't pay for it.

Baji took another bite of the peach, and he took out a piece of silver from his pocket and handed it to him.

"Then I don't need to pay for fruit when I eat it in the future, right?"

The peddler put away the money with a happy face, and nodded vigorously in a hurry, "I can't make any change for the time being, so you can take whatever fruit you want in the future."

Xing Wufeng then asked the peddler for a cloth bag containing a few peaches.

Before leaving, he seemed to have thought of something and asked, "Old man, since you set up a stall here every day, can you see people falling off the cliff?"

"Hanging?" The peddler looked carefully for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No."

"Oh." Xing Wufeng's tone was inevitably lost, "Thank you."

The peddler shook his hand, "I can't help you either." His eyes widened suddenly, "Wait a minute."

"Did you think of something?" Xing Wufeng asked nervously.

The peddler nodded, "Although I didn't see anyone fall off the cliff, I did see a boy lying on the ground covered in blood."

Heart suddenly lifted, Xing Wufeng's eyes sank, he stared at the peddler closely, "Continue talking."

"I thought he was dead and wanted to report to the police, but I didn't expect him to stand up like a normal person." The peddler stretched out his hand and gestured, while he said with lingering fear: "I'm not exaggerating, I think the boy is really serious. It was very miserable, no part of his body was complete, Bai Sensen's bones were all exposed, and I don't know how he stood up."

Being described so vividly by the peddler, Xing Wufeng's heart sank to the bottom.

Sure enough, something happened to Xie Zi.

His face was a little pale, and it took him a long time to find his voice, and he asked slowly, "Then do you know where he went?"

The peddler pointed to a place, "Which direction is he going?" He sighed, "I wanted to help him, but his expression is too scary, I dare not approach him."

"Scary expression?"

"Well, it's like a piece of wood, without any expression on its face." The peddler looked down for a suitable metaphor, then raised his head suddenly, "It looks like a living dead, but not a living person anyway."

Xing Wufeng nodded unconsciously, and followed the direction the peddler pointed for a long time.

That direction can only lead to one place - the city of worry-free.