[Comprehensive Martial Arts] Daoist Mo's Whisk

Lieutenant General Li and Chu Liuxiang interrogated Zhao Xian for another whole night, but in the end, Zhao Xian didn't let go.He only admitted that he bought the murder to kill Jiang Wuru, as for the death of others, it had nothing to do with him.

Everyone went out the afternoon before, and they didn't return home sleepy and tired until the next day, and they heard a bad news.

Hu Tiehua and Lin Qi searched through Zhao Xian's house, but they really couldn't find a third ledger.

The old butler brewed the best Longtuan Shengxue and served it to refresh everyone. Influenced by the fragrance of tea, everyone lifted their spirits a little.

Hu Tiehua stared stupidly at the tea in the teacup, which was as beautiful as a silver-threaded dragon, and his eyes were a little dull: "Now, what's going on? We caught Zhao Xian, and he also has other people's books in his hand, but he doesn't admit that he Kill everyone and only recognize Jiang Wuru?"

He nestled on the chair as if his soul had been sucked out, and kicked his legs out: "Six people, he is the only one who died. He is not the murderer, who else could be the murderer?"

"You believe in the other person invented by the son of King Dongxun, but I don't believe it." Lieutenant General Li said dully.

His face was gloomy: "The most important thing in handling a case is logic, and the second is evidence. He is the only suspect with the most motive at present, and he holds other people's account books in his hand. He just said verbally that he only killed Jiang Wuru. Who knows if it's true or not?"

"What if it was the people he killed before, and he just destroyed them as soon as he got the ledger? Maybe Jiang Wuru's ledger was just his carelessness and he didn't have time to destroy it?"

Lieutenant General Li: "Don't forget, the wounds on Jiang Wuru and Vice General Wu are both sword wounds, and it is very likely that they were caused by the same killer. In this case, it was Zhao Xian who hired the killer to kill everyone. That's the most likely scenario."

Hu Tiehua stood up unsteadily: "I can't figure it out, I can't figure it out. I need to sleep, my mind is a mess now."

Chu Liuxiang sighed, and really had to admit that everyone's current situation is not suitable for rigorous and careful thinking: "Then let's go to rest first, and we will talk about it at lunch."

The people gathered in the hall nodded in agreement, and staggered out one after another.

When Mo Qi returned to the courtyard, Tang Yuandao was sleeping soundly in his small bedroom.The two short legs were kicking the quilt with all their strength, as if they were practicing a life-threatening serial kick.He moaned and chirped for a while, then turned over and lay down on the bed to continue sleeping.

Mo Qi walked to Tang Yuandao's side silently, looking at his exposed little face, the chilblains had scabbed over.

In the past few days, Tang Yuandao has been taken care of by the old housekeeper, and he has nothing to worry about except memorizing "Lao Tzu", so his thin face has regained his baby fat, and his complexion has also been taken care of. Pink, it can be seen that he was raised well before wandering.

"Boom!" Tang Yuandao didn't know what dream he was in, and suddenly kicked his legs hard again, causing the bed to make a dull sound.

Tang Yuandao, who woke himself up alive, rubbed his eyes in a daze, got up, looked around, the room was still empty, and he could see Master's room through the window, which was also dark.

"Haven't you come back yet?" Tang Yuandao muttered, and lay down again to continue his dream of a peerless master practicing life-threatening chain legs. He had no idea that the master he had been looking forward to coming back was standing by his bed just now Watched him for a while.

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Coming out of his disciple's room, Mo Qi took advantage of the darkness and came all the way to the easternmost part of Yumenguan City.Near the city wall, there is an open space, on which are piled up all kinds of strange rocks, big and small.

Mo Qi stepped into the formation of strange stones silently, turned left and right according to certain rules, and walked for nearly a cup of tea before reaching the end of this seemingly small formation of strange stones.

There, a lean, hunched figure with a hood was standing motionless leaning against a boulder.

Mo Qi was stunned for a moment, and his thin lips were unconsciously pursed tightly. After a while, he took a step forward: "Bailao—"

An invisible wall formed by internal force blocked his steps.

This internal force is not very strong, at least for Mo Qi, it is nothing.But he didn't take a step closer, as if there was a natural moat separating him from the thin old man.

Mo Qi's face turned pale.

He took a step back slowly, stopping outside the line drawn by the other party: "...Bai Lao, why did you come to Yumen Pass in person?"

The old man who used to have his own name, but now only walks the rivers and lakes under the name of Bai Xiaosheng, said bluntly and sarcastically: "You came to Yumen Pass, but I can't come?"

Before Mo Qi could say anything more, the master of the world seemed to be unable to suppress the sneer in his heart, and said mockingly: "You once told me that you would never step out of Huaxue Pond in this life, what about now? Standing, where is the land?"

The moonlight in Yumen, cool and shallow, casts a deep and resolute shadow on Mo Qi's sculpture-like undulating face.

He was silent, didn't move, didn't make a sound.

Bai Xiaosheng: "Don't ask me why I came to Yumen Pass. Since you stepped out of Huaxue Pond five years ago, I have been with you all the way. You know that Bai Xiaosheng never interferes in world affairs, we are just birds of speech in the wind " Seeing Mo Qi's silence, the old man's eyes changed from hatred and sarcasm to sadness and regret.

He didn't say any more stinging words, and his voice became vicissitudes and flat again: "You found me, what question do you want to ask?"

This is an old rule in the Jianghu, which has not changed for a hundred years: Anyone who can find Bai Xiaosheng in the Jianghu can ask him a question.

Mo Qi: "Why did the Liao army enter the country?"

Bai Xiaosheng's eyes became more complicated: "You already know who the murderer is..." Before he finished speaking, he let out a long sigh.

Mo Qi nodded, then shook his head again: "It's just a guess, I haven't verified it yet. It's just that I haven't figured it out yet, what is the relationship between him and the Liao army?"

Bai Xiaosheng answered irrelevantly: "It takes manpower to do things, big things. He doesn't have them, and neither do they. Naturally, we can only use others."

Bai Xiaosheng took one last look at Mo Qi: "I've told you what I should tell you. This is the last time I'm here to remind you, you...you can do it yourself."

The night owl at the top of the city honked twice hoarsely.

Bai Xiaosheng's figure had disappeared.

Those strange rocks also disappeared.

Turned into ashes, drifting in the night wind.

However, there were still people who didn't leave. She landed on a dead tree branch and held out her hands to hold the moon in the sky: "He's talking nonsense to you again."

A woman as beautiful as Chang'e, lying lazily on an old tree, her hanging black hair shrouded in a hazy silver light under the moonlight.She looked at Mo Qi with a half-smile: "I've heard it all, it's just the same old routine. But since you chose to go out of the mountain, naturally you won't listen to him, right?"

Mo Qi glanced at her, and his body, which had not moved until now, collapsed even tighter: "But I won't listen to you either."

The woman under the moonlight looked at him quietly, and then said softly: "But you owe me. You owe me more than a life. But I still love you, so I will give you three months, Then--"

Mo Qi interrupted her: "Then I will pay back everything you owe."

The gentle smile on the woman's lips disappeared.She glanced at him lightly again, hiding in the first rays of sunlight at Yumen Pass.

The last day agreed with Yelu Ruyu has come.

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Gong Jiu found Mo Qi at the back mountain of Ma Mansion.

He didn't see Mo Qi again at breakfast in the morning, if he didn't see Tang Yuandao still gnawing on the steamed stuffed bun, he would have thought Mo Qi had run away again.When I asked later, I found out that Mo Qi didn't go back to the house at all the night before, and probably left the house after being separated from everyone.

The case has not been solved yet, so General Ma's body cannot be buried naturally.But General Ma's family has already dug a grave for General Ma, which is behind a small mound behind Ma's mansion.

However, there is a small lake at the foot of this small hill. The tomb is surrounded by mountains and rivers, so at least the meaning is not bad.

Mo Qi's robe was stained with hoarfrost, and his face was also pale, almost the same color as the whisk behind him.

"What's wrong?" Gong Jiu asked him standing on the top of the mound.

I don't know if it's his illusion, Gong Jiu always felt that after this night, Mo Qi's aura became more solemn and depressing, like an abyss in the depths, but calm on the outside.

Perhaps, the well-suppressed anger was silently burning in the abyss, but Gong Jiu felt that this was mostly his own illusion.

Those lacquered star-like pupils were frighteningly dark, because they contained too much emotion, and because of so much emotion, at first glance, they gave people a false appearance of calm and calm.

Mo Qi pointed to the tombstone belonging to General Ma.

At the bottom of the tablet, there is a line of strange characters engraved:

On the left of Xishan, on the right of Chaochuan.

Gong Jiu walked down and looked in the direction of Mo Qi's finger: "Huh? What does this mean?"

General Ma's Mansion is not located in the center of Yumenguan City, but like Zhao Xian, it is built in the corner of the city.Mo Qi turned around and pointed down the mountain: "To the left of Xishan."

To the left of the line drawn by shadows at the top of the hill at sunset.

Mo Qi looked at the small lake shimmering under the rising sun again: "To the right of Chaochuan."

In the morning, on the right of the lake shoreline at high tide.

Mo Qi lowered his head and looked at Gong Jiu who had come to stand beside him, his voice was hoarse for some unknown reason: "The Liao soldiers are here, and the luminous dark green jade is also here."

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