Everyone owes me a favor

The Muxue Hall in Qingshuang Gate was temporarily used as a mortuary.

The Taoist priest who was killed was about 20 years old, his facial features were soft, and he could be seen as a gentle young man, but there was no vitality in his body, a hole was cut in his throat, the flesh and blood were turned out, blurred, and the wound around the wound was white , the blood has been drained.

He didn't have many belongings, a sword that hadn't been sheathed, a little bit of it was scattered, a kit containing two strands of his parents' white hair, and a crumpled family letter, which fell beside his body.

As soon as he entered the Muxue Hall, Luo Fuchun almost retched due to the strong smell of blood on his face.

When he saw clearly the face of this young man who was similar to his own age and similar in appearance to his junior brother, he suddenly felt hurt, and unconsciously grabbed Sang Luojiu's hand, and shielded him in front of him, so as not to let his innocent The younger brother saw this scene.

At this time, the heads of the three families had gathered here, Yan Wufu, the head of the Qingshuang Sect, stood guard in the hall early, holding the corpse's hand, and wiped off the blood on his fingers and wrists with a white cloth.

Perhaps people of his age are used to parting from life and death. The skinny old man didn't have much sadness or anger on his face, and the movements of his hands were extremely gentle, as if he was wiping his son who had fallen asleep after returning home. old father.

After Feng Ruyuan entered Muxue Hall, he took a look at the corpse, and the first words he said were: "Why did he come back so quickly?"

Luo Fuchun was agitated, and whispered from behind to remind his master that the deceased is the most important, and he should mourn first when he comes in.

Feng Rugu asked directly: "Can mourning bring him back to life?"

Zhu Mingchao had already guessed what kind of person this Yunzhong Jun was when they confronted each other in the col, so he didn't think there was anything wrong, but Hua Ruohong's eyelids twitched twice.

Feng Rugu walked to the side of the corpse, raised his hand to make a check, and asked Yan Wufu's consent with his eyes.

Yan Wufu raised his head and glanced at him, not thinking of disobedience.

Feng Rugu began to inspect his whole body under the white cloth.

Except for a heavy wound on the throat, there is no scar on the body.

Luo Fuchun hadn't thought about the question Tongfeng Ruyi had when he first came in, and was about to ask Sang Luojiu when Ruyi followed him in.

After seeing the corpse, he frowned, and he naturally completed the second half of Feng Ruzhi's sentence: "... Isn't his father critically ill?"

Luo Fuchun's heart suddenly brightened, but at the same time, he couldn't help feeling cold.

——This disciple was released because Yan Wufu received a letter from his family saying that his father was critically ill.

Yan Wufu's move broke the strategy of "closing the river" discussed by the three families, and caused the other two families to take advantage of the attack. If it is not handled properly, it may even become the beginning of a war among the three families.

And this disciple who ignited all the hidden thunders, left Sichuan just yesterday, and said he would fulfill his filial piety, had his throat cut and died outside Sichuan.

Feng Rugu asked, "Mr. Yan, who is this disciple's name and where does he live?"

"His name is Su Ping, and he was born in Qingping Mansion." Yan Wufu really knew his disciples like the back of his hand, "He is from Liuli County."

Feng Rugu hummed: "How far has his cultivation reached?"

Yan Wufu tucked his wiped arm back under the cloth sheet, and then covered the cloth sheet carefully: "It's not long since the foundation was established, and I just learned how to wield a sword."

Luo Fuchun listened at the side, his thoughts gradually cleared up.

If what Yan Wufu said is true, then with Su Ping's cultivation base, it would take two days at the fastest to leave Jianchuan, go to Qingping Mansion, and then come back from Qingping Mansion.

According to this time calculation, after he left Jianchuan, he rushed to Qingping Mansion non-stop, but ran back almost without stopping.

why?

Did he rush over and come back, or...didn't leave the vicinity of Jianchuan at all?

Feng Ruyu picked up the family letter by himself and checked it, and found that it was stained with blood, and there was a ring of fresh blood finger marks around the edge.

He sniffed the bloody smell on it, opened the letter, browsed through it roughly, and asked, "Where is the person who found the corpse?"

A disciple in Baishengmen costume bowed his head, his shoulders were still trembling: "Huiyunzhongjun, it's me. I was patrolling along the outer river at that time, and I saw a black thing lying under a tree from a distance. At first I I thought it was someone who was walking the road here to take a rest in the shade, but I can take a closer look..."

"Wait a minute." Feng Rugu raised his eyes to look at him, "Are you patrolling along the outer river? The order of Fengchuan has been lifted?"

Hua Ruohong interjected, not forgetting to slip his beard: "Now that Lord Yunzhong has arrived in Jianchuan, our three families have something to rely on, and we no longer have to fear anything. The ban was lifted in the morning, and Lord Yunzhong is here to sit here. Those who are given and received by outsiders do not dare to act rashly..."

Feng Rugu was almost amused by him: "...'Don't dare to act rashly', and he died in the end? Are you scolding me?"

Hua Ruohong was speechless for a moment.

It was Zhu Mingchao who was on the side pointing out the crux of the matter, and also resolved this little embarrassment: "Mr. Yunzhong, this disciple of Qingshuangmen said that he went to the funeral. It stands to reason that he shouldn't have come back at this time, but now he died in Sichuan. It's not far away, and it looks like it was the hand of the swordsman of Tang Dynasty. This..."

The words were hesitant to say, but they were vicious and sharp enough.

She was clearly saying that Tang Dao Dao Ke and this Qingshuang Sect disciple were in the same group. After receiving a letter from his father who was seriously ill, he escaped from Jianchuan.

He lingered around Jianchuan, perhaps because he wanted to get the benefits of cooperation from the swordsman of Tang Dynasty, but he didn't expect the swordsman to kill him and throw his body in front of Jianchuan. demonstration.

Hearing this, Yan Wufu turned his head suddenly, his face livid: "This is in front of the disciple of Qingshuangmen, the old man wanted to give him a peace after death, so I saved enough face for you, allowing your two families to act wild again. But If anyone can't close their anus, and do shit indiscriminately regardless of the occasion, the old man will help him sew it up."

"Why do you have to be angry when you are in charge of things?"

Hua Ruohong leaned on the back of the chair, and put on a posture of drinking tea leisurely, but couldn't hide his gloating expression: "Let's be reasonable: After Jianchuan's accident, there is no one else except this disciple of Qingshuangmen. The disciple went out of Sichuan again, and it turned out that you, the disciple, died under the Throat Cutting Knife Technique. What else can you say? If you confessed the crime of colluding with outsiders early, you are at best a lax person Sin, if you insist on covering it up, there are so many pairs of eyes watching, the disciples of Qingshuang sect do such scandalous things of colluding with villains, and the master of the sect refuses to admit such scandalous things, so how can Jianchuan's reputation survive? It's not as good as you Please leave, take Qingshuangmen and leave Jianchuan, maybe you can save one or two..."

Yan Wufu picked up the crutch silently, and threw it towards Hua Ruohong's head.

Although Hua Ruohong knew that the old man had a violent personality, he never thought that he would dare to be so barbaric in front of Yun Zhongjun in public. The loud noise and cracking sound of the wall made Hua Ruohong burst into a hot sweat.

... If he hadn't avoided it in time, he might have lost his brains by now!

Seeing that the atmosphere in Muxue Hall suddenly became tense, Ruyi took a step forward, protecting Feng Rugu's side vaguely.

Feng Rugu turned his head sideways, looked at Ru Ru for a moment, and then looked at the corpse with his eyes hooked.

For some reason, Ruyi looked at his eyes and felt that she could guess what Feng Ruyu meant.

Not a guess of "maybe so", but a certainty of "should be so".

Even Ruyi doesn't know why many of his thoughts fit so well with this annoying person.

Over there, Hua Ruohong was already furious, so he stopped talking, and reached out to pull Qingfeng from his waist.

What Yan Wufu used was a stick sword, the blade of the sword was hidden in the walking stick, the iron crutch that he threw out just now was the scabbard, at this moment there was only one sharp edge left in his palm, and the cold light shone.

Now that the two heads are facing each other with swords, blood may be spattered five steps at any time, but the head of Baishengmen, Zhu, doesn't seem to restrain himself at all, and just sits and drinks tea.

There was an uproar all around, some exclaimed, some drew their swords, the small number of people in the hall were tacitly divided into three factions, with clear distinctions.

Luo Fuchun panicked, tugged on Feng Ruyuan's clothes, hoping that the master would make a move at this time, to scare this group of people whose eyes were red from fighting.

But what made Luo Fuchun anxious was that Feng Rugu didn't seem to understand what he meant, but squinted his eyes slightly, stroking his sword that hadn't been sheathed for ten years, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, Ruyi's cold face grew colder, and he drew his sword sharply.

When the Buddha sword was hanging there, it was no different, but once the killing intent came out, the candles in the hall suddenly flickered, and an ordinary wooden sword made a buzzing sound, like Ghost crying is creepy.

For a moment, the entire Muxue Hall was silent, and needles could be heard.

Ruyi, who is only 23 years old this year, can become famous all over the world, and he is unique among the clouds. One is because he is incompatible with the Buddhist idea of ​​love and cruelty, and the other is because of his Saha swordsmanship.

... Saha world, Saha tree, I heard that Saha suffers infinitely.

Ruyi's Saha sword technique is famous for its mysterious lightness and unpredictability, it is difficult to follow the rules, and every time you kill a person, you can borrow the remaining soul energy of the opponent and attach it to the edge of the sword, so the wooden blade has no edge , but enough to kill people with evil spirit.

He wears the souls of the people he killed on his waist, and walks in the world, always reminding himself of the karma that should be borne.

As if holding a wooden sword that kept mourning in one hand, his tone was steady, without anger or anger: "Please ask the leaders of the three families to restrain the disciples separately, and don't cause trouble."

Hua Ruohong stared at the black handle of "All Beings", feeling apprehensive, but still wanted to be brave: "Why do you need a monk to take care of the Taoist family affairs?"

Ruyi was still not angry, and said slowly: "I was entrusted by someone to protect someone. If something happens to the family and hurts the person I want to protect, the poor monk will kill the leader of the family first."

Being threatened face-to-face by a monk whose seniority and status were inferior to his own, even Zhu Mingchao, who always liked to stand on the sidelines, turned pale.

They didn't want to admit it, but they had to admit that this junior was extremely talented, and his cultivation level was even slightly higher than Yan Wufu, the oldest and highest cultivation level here.

And Ruyi is a well-known Buddhist lunatic, on a certain level, he is as crazy as Fenglingshan, the Lord of the Clouds.

If he wants to kill which family is in charge, the other two will not help each other. At that time, with a single move of the sword, it will be really hard to stop.

Yan Wufu quietly looked at Ruyi's wooden sword, wondering what he was thinking.

Hua Ruohong scolded this thief and bald donkey in his heart for hundreds of times, but he was afraid that some blind disciple would really do something, so he gritted his teeth and sat down with his sword: "Master Yan loves his disciples, I feel sad for a while, I was so sad that I uttered wild words, I don't care as much as you do."

Yan Wufu sneered: "Good turtle, you shrink your shell as often as you want, and you still have to say so many beautiful words."

Because he didn't want the situation to slip into an uncontrollable situation, Zhu Mingchao said: "Take charge of the affairs strictly, and talk less."

"My good turtle girl, you are willing to say some mild mediation words in the middle, but I don't want to listen." Yan Wufu poked the blade of the sword into the gap between the blue bricks on the ground, and pointed with his other hand. The dead body of my own disciple, "I don't want my disciples to die with stigma, but I also want to believe that the disciples taught by Qingshuangmen will all behave uprightly and will not do anything that endangers Jianchuan. I I would like to swear that it is definitely not the disciples of Qingshuang sect colluding with outsiders, killing people and abandoning corpses. If Yun Zhongjun finally finds out which disciple is involved in the incident, whoever is involved will get out of Jianchuan. Who dares to bet?"

Hearing this, Zhu Mingchao and Hua Ruohong all cheered up at the same time, especially Hua Ruohong, whose eyes were filled with joy uncontrollably: "Strictly in charge, are you serious?"

Yan Wufu said: "Writing in black and white, fingerprinting the spiritual deed, you can choose whichever deed you want to make, if you don't dare to sign it, you are not your real father."

When Zhu Mingchao was still thinking, Hua Ruohong was already overjoyed to look at Feng Rugu, ignoring that there was still a dead body lying beside him: "Mr. Yunzhong, look..."

Feng Rugu said: "I will not interfere with Jianchuan affairs."

Hua Ruohong said happily: "Then it all depends on Yun Zhongjun."

Feng Rugu felt that he had seen enough monkey shows, turned around and said, "Luo Jiu, arrest all the disciples who were patrolling the Jianchuan sinking water during the hour when Su Ping died."

Hua Ruohong sighed, a little uneasy: "Mr. Yunzhong, what is this? You don't suspect them, do you?"

Feng Rugu said, "It's just a question."

"That's good, that's good." Hua Ruohong asked, "Mr. Yunzhong, won't you go after the escaped swordsman of Tang Dynasty? It's been less than half an hour since the disciple of Qingshuangmen died, and the murderer should run away." It’s not far away. I’ve already sent a disciple of the Feihua Sect to chase after him, and once he’s caught, I’ll be able to find out who in Jianchuan colluded with him…”

Feng Rugu was too lazy to listen to his nonsense, turned around and stepped out of Muxuetang, and asked Hua Ruohong to make a big fuss.

Feng Rugu muttered as he walked, "If your people really catch up to that swordsman, it's just sending a bunch of whetstones out."

Luo Fuchun followed Feng Rugu step by step, and said: "Master, let's go out and chase. If those disciples don't know the importance, they will suffer a loss if they fight with that man in black. They are all fellow Taoists, we can't Just sit idly by."

Feng Ruyuan ignored Luo Fuchun, his thoughts jumped quickly: "It doesn't make sense...it doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense."

Luo Fuchun became more and more confused: "Master, what makes no sense?"

"Yes, today, it's unreasonable for him to kill people, and it's unreasonable for him to throw away his corpse. It's even more unreasonable for him to kill and throw away his corpse so conspicuously."

After a short period of more than ten days, Ruyi managed to keep up with Feng Ruyuan's train of thought effortlessly: "If the man in black really killed this disciple, why didn't he throw him to the bottom of the water, but hang him up?" On the tree?"

Luo Fuchun felt that this question was a bit inexplicable: "Didn't Huazhang talk about it? The man in black was so flamboyant to demonstrate to Jianchuan? He knew that Master was in Jianchuan, so he killed that disciple, so he could humiliate Master. It can also stir up disputes among the three—”

Feng Ruyuan stopped in his tracks, and nodded a little on his forehead: "If you want to provoke a dispute, kill this disciple, throw him into the sinking water, and call him 'disappeared', isn't it better than dead?"

Ruyi took the words very naturally: "At that time, this disciple has not returned for a long time, and Jianchuan will definitely send someone to find him. Once his whereabouts are unknown, it will be confirmed that the Qingshuangmen disciples colluded with outsiders and assisted the murder. Now, Hanging the corpse in the tree is too exaggerated and too high-profile."

"But..." Luo Fuchun began to feel that his brain was not enough, "Isn't the purpose of Tang Swordsman just to provoke the relationship between the three families, to see them disintegrate and become suspicious of each other?"

"No." Feng Ruyuan said decisively, "His goal has always been me."

When he first heard this sentence, Luo Fuchun was still a little helpless, thinking that his master's narcissism had fallen again, but after thinking about it carefully, he had to admit that what the master said was right.

"Do you know why we can't find out the origin and identity of Tang Dao Ke? Because he has a clean foundation. Before, there has never been such a murderer in the world. He killed 16 people by cutting their throats with a Tang Dao. "Come on, force me to go down the mountain."

Luo Fuchun scratched his head: "So..."

"Now, he has killed one more person, the word 'seal' is no longer 'seal', and his plan is meaningless. With the heart of the Tang swordsman, he will not do such a thing, even if it is true Killing an accomplice will not leave his body in the open."

This time, Luo Fuchun finally understood what Feng Ruyuan meant, but felt even more incredible: "Just because of this reason, Master thinks that it wasn't the swordsman Tang who killed that disciple?"

"This reason is enough. He wants to show the word 'seal' to the world." Feng Rugu said, "A person who can do such a shocking thing will do such petty behavior as a 'demonstration'? Will you not hesitate to destroy your carefully arranged situation for the sake of 'demonstration'?"

Although he was consistent with his thoughts again, Ruyi still couldn't help but frown: "You know him."

Feng Ruyu smiled but did not answer.

Luo Fuchun's mind finally turned to the right track, the more he thought about it, the more he felt a chill down his spine: "Since Master said that it wasn't the swordsman Tang who killed the man, who did it?"

"Is Tang Swordsman's killing method still a secret?" Feng Rugu said, "There are more than 2000 Taoists in Jianchuan. As long as they have a Tang Sword, anyone can be a Tang Swordsman. Isn't it?"