Everyone owes me a favor

This surprise came too unexpectedly, and everyone was dumbfounded.

Luo Fuchun turned sideways and covered Sang Luojiu's eyes.

Sang Luojiu, who covered most of his cheeks with his palm, raised his eyebrows curiously.

Compared to his father being suspected of murder and his arm being cut off, he was more interested in what kind of weak image he was in the mind of this senior.

Zhu Mingxing stood up in astonishment: "Mr. Yunzhong, the matter is not yet settled, and you cut off my husband's arm, which is too cruel!"

"I'm wronged." Feng Rugu stood up with an aggrieved expression on his face, "I didn't behead it."

The pale ghost's head slowly returned to the sword body, and the sharp spirit returned to its place, like a wooden sword sheathed, his expression did not change, and he did not want to defend himself when he heard the words, he only looked sideways at Feng Ruyu.

——With this person's cultivation level, he obviously has the ability to dodge it, but he refuses to make a move when the sword is in front of him. Is he so fond of coquettishness and weakness?

If this is the case, he is too ignorant.

After all, Zhu Xingxing is still Hua Ruohong's wife. When everyone else treated Hua Ruohong's self-righteousness, she got up and rushed to Hua Ruohong's side, fed him a pill to stop his bleeding, and asked him how he was doing. up.

She turned her head, and just about to speak, a cold light pointed at the center of her brow, stopping the words she was about to say.

Yan Wufu drew his stick and sword out of its sheath, his face was gloomy: "The two of you are so affectionate as a couple, are you eager to make love in front of my apprentice's dead body?"

Mrs. Zhu's anger rose, and she couldn't care less: "Old man, be careful what you say!"

"Some people do dirty things, but they want people to be careful about what they say. It's really a reversal of black and white." Yan Wufu turned his sword and turned towards Hua Ruohong who was on the ground, "Speak clearly, or the next moment, even if you have a lot to say Tell me, I, old man Yan, don’t even bother to listen to it, you’d be better off than dead, and you wouldn’t dare to be reincarnated as a human being after death. Do you believe it or not?”

Ruohua Ruohong was able to calm down just now, so it would be useless for Feng Rugu to lie to him.

Even Zhu Mingxing, who is dedicated to protecting her husband, has to admit that the matter has come to this point, and it is too late to deny it.

Hua Ruohong breathed a sigh of relief from the blood loss and severe pain, leaned in his wife's arms, and confessed his crime in a low voice: "Someone sent me... something and a letter."

Feng Rugu sat back to the seat just now: "Who, when?"

"I don't know who, this afternoon..." Hua Ruohong supported his serious injuries, and took out a piece of letter paper from his chest with trembling hands, "the letter said... Su Ping received a critical letter from his father For the sake of falsehood, and the approximate time of Su Ping's return from Qingping Mansion, he said, tell me... to seize the opportunity."

Feng Ruyu unfolded the letter from Hua Ruohong, and it was exactly as he said.

He carefully observed the handwriting, and he was slightly relieved to find that it was not the handwriting of an old man.

Although the letter didn't say it clearly, Feng Rugu already roughly guessed what was sent with the letter: "He sent a Wujin Tang knife."

Hua Ruohong opened his mouth, and repeated with a half-crying smile: "...a Wujin Tang knife."

The sender, most likely, was the black-clothed ghost-faced swordsman Tang.

What he instructed Hua Ruohong to do was actually similar to what Zhu Mingchao wanted to do.

——Kill Su Ping, let Qingshuangmen bear the ineluctable charges of collusion with outsiders, and then use this to exert pressure to force Qingshuangmen to hand over Qingshuang swordsmanship and leave Jianchuan.

Tang Dao Ke uses a Tang Dao, a vague letter, and an opportune time to easily arouse a person's long-hidden evil thoughts.

What's more, is this person Hua Ruohong who has always been impatient and simple-minded?

Feng Rugu asked him, "Where's the knife?"

Hua Ruohong: "After I killed Su Ping in the forest, I threw the knife into the sinking water."

Feng Rugu asked, "Why didn't you throw Su Ping in?"

Judging from his expression, it seemed that he didn't realize how cruel this question was.

His right arm was crippled, and his sword career was completely ruined. Hua Ruohong's heart was ashamed, and he couldn't even care about those trivial rituals: "Feng Rugu, isn't it because of you?"

Feng Ruyuan smiled curiously: "Me?"

Hua Ruohong closed his eyelids, extremely exhausted: "After the luncheon, Ah Xing came to me and talked about your inspection of the scene. After a month, you still found many clues. It is too difficult to deal with. I Thinking, if I throw the corpse into the water, then no one will know when he will come back, nor when you will leave, let alone what kind of mysteries you will create during your wandering in the middle of the river. The corpse was placed in a place where the disciples from outside Sichuan must pass through, and it was widely advertised, making people think that the swordsman of the Tang Dynasty fled after blatantly killing someone. I think that after the body is found, you will definitely go after the murderer..."

This is indeed the most ideal result.

Su Ping, who left Sichuan privately, had his throat cut off and died near Jianchuan. A little examination of the throat wound showed that it was caused by Tang Dao. With appropriate associations, it is not difficult to guess that it was Su Ping who colluded with Tang Dao Ke , The two had internal strife.

Su Ping was killed, and Tang Swordsman would not be far away. In this way, Feng Rugu, who was in charge of investigating Tang Swordsman, had to leave Jianchuan immediately to arrest the murderer, and Qingshuangmen had to bear the burden of disciplining disciples. Serious crimes such as laxity and self-indulgence, the most serious consequence is that Yan Wufu must leave Jianchuan with other disciples.

For Hua Ruohong, this can be said to kill two birds with one stone, and everyone is happy.

Feng Rugu nodded: "So, you came to see me for a banquet...?"

"I know, with your temperament, you will definitely not accept my invitation." Hua Ruohong smiled sadly with a pale face, "I originally thought that after the incident, you would think that I dare to invite you to come here." Going to the banquet shows that I have a clear conscience, and I have nothing else to do tonight, so that I can draw you as a plausible witness..."

This kind of self-righteous extravagance is indeed in line with Hua Ruohong's heart.

Yan Wufu opened his mouth extremely viciously, and cut to the point: "Why didn't you tell your wife about such a big matter? Although the two of you can at best be regarded as a gangster, but at least talking is better than nothing."

These words with a gun and a stick stabbed Hua Ruohong firmly in the pain in his chest. He didn't know where the strength came from, and he sat up abruptly from Zhu Mingxing's arms: "Why should I say it? Nowadays, everyone only knows I have Mrs. Zhu in Feihuamen, who still remembers that Feihuamen's real name is Hua?!"

Madam Zhu's complexion changed suddenly, her hands trembled, she didn't know whether she was shocked or angry.

Sang Luojiu watched coldly, but understood his father's complaint quite well.

Hua Ruohong is a person who loves sensuality, and doesn't like to meddle in the family's affairs, but he doesn't want to be said that marrying a wife is like marrying a wife. These years, his life has been really painful.

For more than ten years, Mrs. Zhu has the final say on all affairs in the family.

The wife who had a white-headed agreement with him before, killed her when she said she would kill her.

The recruiter □□ said he was dismissed, so he dismissed it.

Even if Hua Ruohong had the heart, he didn't have the corresponding ability. No matter how much he complained, he could only swallow it silently and endure it.

Now, suddenly a big opportunity that is beneficial to Feihuamen came from the sky. He knew the false letter in advance, knew the exact time of Su Ping's return, and could even plant it on someone who was ready. , the Qingshuangmen with the best development momentum is very likely to be kicked out of Jianchuan.

Such a man, with such an opportunity, is he going to ask his wife for permission?

Feng Rugu and Ruru looked at each other, each with another account in their hearts:

How could this swordsman of the Tang Dynasty clearly understand the family affairs and heart knots of everyone in Jianchuan?

Yan Wufu laughed: "To put it bluntly, this soft meal, do you want to eat it harder this time?"

Hua Ruohong was furious: "You—"

However, he was weak and could not bear such strong emotional ups and downs, so he coughed violently.

Yan Wufu had no sympathy for him, and it seemed that he wished to piss him off on the spot: "You push two five six, but you pick yourself up clean, what are you talking about Tang knife, letter, who knows that forged letter Su Ping's father is critically ill Did you write the family letter? Who knows if the disciple of the Xiafei sect who threw his body in the valley was written by you?"

"I didn't kill that disciple! I just killed Su Ping—"

When he was emotional, Hua Ruohong choked and rolled his eyes for a moment, if Mrs. Zhu hadn't come back to his senses and rubbed his chest for him, he might have fainted immediately.

After finally slowing down, the first thing he did was to defend himself: "It's not me! I have admitted to killing Su Ping with a knife, so there is a difference between killing one person or killing two people? Why don't I admit it? Then People only told me to kill Su Ping, there must be someone in Sichuan... someone secretly colluded with that swordsman of the Tang Dynasty!"

Mrs. Zhu was sad for a while, angry for a while, her whole body seemed to be soaked in ice water. When she heard this, her heart suddenly brightened. She raised her head and looked straight at Zhu Mingchao with bloodshot eyes.

Zhu Mingchao was originally sitting in the hall, but his heart was chilled by this gaze, and he couldn't help frowning.

Mrs. Zhu tremblingly said: "Is that you?"

Zhu Mingchao remained calm: "What are you talking about?"

When Su Ping died, Hua Ruohong was overjoyed and offered to sign a spiritual contract: If any of the three were involved in Tang Dao's murder, get out of Jianchuan immediately.

Mrs. Zhu doesn't want her husband to get involved in this quagmire, and now she has nothing to say, but she can't tell Zhu Mingchao to be alone!

She said in a hoarse voice, "I remember that you would go to the back mountain every day to breathe out and gather the dew to nourish your body, right?"

Zhu Mingchao's face turned cold, and he already guessed what she would say next: "You..."

However, before she could stop her, Mrs. Zhu had already uttered the words: "That day, I saw with my own eyes that you were playing with the corpses of Xia Fei sect disciples in the valley!"

Seeing that the situation was slipping out of control, Feng Rugu held the hem of his clothes together and leaned against his waist, watching this ridiculous farce with cold eyes.

... What a mess.

Tang Dao Ke's series of actions, from the very beginning, were intended to stir up disputes among the three families.

The three families of Jianchuan have been fighting secretly for many years, and now a corpse that accidentally appeared at the junction of the three families has turned the secret fight into an open one.

Regardless of whether that disciple was killed by Zhu Mingchao or not, she wanted to make the Feihuamen suspect, and help the Feihuamen when the Feihuamen, who were suspected of murder, were condemned, so as to strengthen the two families and jointly control the Qingshuangmen.

Therefore, she turned the body to Feihuamen. Who would have thought that the disciples of Feihuamen hated Qingshuangmen, and after she found the corpse, they pointed the corpse at Qingshuangmen.

As soon as this incident happened, the three families closed down immediately, but they still couldn't find out who was behind the scenes.

Tang Dao Ke, or Tang Dao Ke's accomplices, added fuel to the fire when everyone was nervous.

A forged letter from home that "father is critically ill" deceived Su Ping, a disciple of Qingshuangmen, out of Sichuan.

The other two families questioned Yan Wufu's self-indulgence on the suspect. Yan Wufu had a violent personality and refused to admit his mistakes. Therefore, the three families confronted each other, and the situation was critical.

And Feng Rugu, because this case is related to Feihuamen, where his apprentice Sang Luojiu was born, happened to arrive, and the conflict was temporarily resolved.

At this time, Su Ping had already rushed back to his home in Qingping Mansion, and found that his father was fine. Guessing that Shimen might suffer because of this, he rushed back starry night.

Tang Dao Ke counted the timing and handed out the Tang Dao to Hua Ruohong, the most stupid of the three in charge.

This is obviously the common plot of the swordsman.

... I handed the knife to your hand and asked you to kill Su Ping, and I handed the Tang knife, obviously implying that you can kill people in my name.

You can doubt the intention of my move, but once it is done, it will also be of great benefit to you.

So, do you do it or not?

……

In fact, his conspiracy has worked wonders.

Although Zhu Mingchao insisted that she just adjusted the direction of the body, intending to point the finger at Feihuamen, stir up Sichuan's hostility towards Feihuamen, and then act at the right time to help Feihuamen, thereby consolidating the already loose alliance between the two, but everything is in turmoil. Just with her mouth.

She cannot prove herself.

Everyone knows that Zhu Mingchao has deep thoughts. It is not unbelievable if it is said that she colluded with outsiders, cooperated with outsiders, changed the direction of the corpse, planted and wooed Feihuamen, and sent false letters.

Zhu Mingchao no matter how resourceful he is, it will be useless in the face of such a dead end.

And the spiritual contract signed by the three families in the mourning hall clearly states that whichever family is involved in this matter will be responsible for it.

Zhu Mingchao of Baishengmen and Hua Ruohong of Feihuamen were all involved in this evil thing to varying degrees and violated the precepts of their ancestors.

The three families of Jianchuan fell apart because of a murder case involving a famous Tang sword.

In the next few days, there were many personnel changes in Jianchuan.

After all, the murderer was Sang Luojiu's biological father, and he had already been tied up and sent to Fengling by Wuhuada, to be tried by the Taoist sect for his evil deeds. Luo Fuchun was afraid that his younger brother would be sad if he stayed here, so he asked his master, Wanting to leave, Feng Rugu said, they have been traveling for a long time, it is better to stay in Jianchuan and rest for three or four days.

Naturally, Yan Wufu would not refuse Feng Rugu's request to stay in Sichuan to rest, and allocated a quiet courtyard for them to live in.

On the day when the two families reluctantly handed over the sword manuals to Qingshuangmen, Feng Rugu went to see Yan Wufu.

When he went, Yan Wufu was smoking.

He leaned against the firepit to smoke hookah, and the sound of water from the chimney was humming lightly. In the haze of smoke, his figure became shriveled and thinner, without any charm, more like a paper man with an expressionless face.

When he met Feng Rugu, he didn't talk about those red tapes, and he didn't even bother to stand up to greet him: "Mr. Yunzhong, please do what you want."

It’s summer now, and the firepit is very hot, but in a humid place like Jianchuan, hookah can be smoked in all seasons.

Feng Ruyuan sat down by himself, took his own bamboo bong and tobacco leaves, and asked Yan Wufu if he wanted to try it.

Yan Wufu waved his hand and refused.

Waiting for Feng Ru to sit still, Yan Wufu said: "Mr. Yunzhong has been walking in Sichuan for the past few days, and saw the personnel changes, do you have any experience or ideas?"

Feng Rugu said with a smile: "There must be. I can see that this incident has dealt a huge blow to Feihuamen. Many disciples were disheartened and quit Taoism. Half of Feihuamen went out of ten, and the remaining disciples were also panicked. Not all day long... On the contrary, although Baishengmen also lost disciples, most of them were preserved. After all, Zhu Mingchao was only suspected of being involved in the incident, but there was no real evidence, and Hua Ruohong had definitely killed someone."

He puffed out a puff of thin smoke, and the bamboo fragrance smoke and water smoke gradually merged into one: "As far as I know, Zhu Mingchao is extremely intelligent and can memorize Baisheng's swordsmanship. In charge, but the establishment has been fragmented. If there is no support, it will collapse in a few days. Fortunately, Zhu Mingchao doesn't care about his sister's public exposure of her affairs, and intends to merge Feihuamen and Baishengmen into one, called 'Hundred Flowers'..."

Speaking of this, Feng Rugu smiled: "Zhu Mingchao has benefited a lot from this matter. Except for losing Jianchuan, a natural barrier and a place for self-cultivation, as well as a little bit of reputation, there is no other loss. However, Tianxia State There are many mansions, as long as you have the heart, you can find shelter everywhere; as for the issue of reputation, in time, someone will always forget it."

"In addition to this little loss, she has a hundred victorious swordsmanship, and Feihuamen has to attach to her, which is a thousand times better than her staying in Jianchuan-there are very few people who come to Jianchuan to learn from teachers. Mu Baisheng's swordsmanship is powerful, but Baisheng's swordsmanship is difficult after all. It is better to set up your own family and enter the world alone."

Yan Wufu turned his head sideways, looked at Feng Rugu, and continued his words: "She may have wanted to leave a long time ago, but the tradition of the three families staying in Jianchuan to practice has a long history. Change. This incident has become her opportunity instead. "

Feng Rugu looked at him: "That swordsman of Tang Dynasty sent the murderous Tang sword to Feihuamen, and the hope of freedom to Baishengmen... What about you?"

Feng Ruzhi stared at Yan Wufu at the other end through the veil-like mist, "Old Yan, did you get what you wanted?"

Yan Wufu's words were not as sharp as usual, looking at his expression, shrouded in smoke, he was even a little strangely amiable: "What do you mean by those words, Mr. Yunzhong?"

"I've been thinking about it." Feng Rugu said, "Who brought that disciple of Xiafei Sect into Sichuan? And who killed it?"

Yan Wufu looked at Feng Rugu with a smile: "Isn't that Tang swordsman?"

"At first, I thought so too." Feng Rugu said, "Until I saw the blood in the mountain depression, I knew I was wrong."

Yan Wufu slightly straightened his back, interested: "Oh? What's wrong?"

This time, Feng Rugu did not lie to Yan Wufu anymore, and calmly stated the facts: "My Fengling disciple was also killed, and I have seen the body of the slain person. ——Tang Swordsman kills people, the sword holds the cold water, The throat is always sealed with a knife, clean and neat. The skin is not broken, and the throat is broken."

...It will definitely not look like blood splattered on the ground in the mountain depression.

When Tang Dao Ke killed his fiancée, Miss Wen San, it was the end of the bloody pen with the word "seal". Her head is destined to be lost, so there is no need to worry too much.

Moreover, she died in the hot spring, and the blood flowed away with the hot spring that changed the water regularly, and the scene was still clean.

This is the style of the swordsman Tang when he kills people, unlike the disciples of the Xiafei sect in the valley, who bleed all over the place, which is horrible.

"The disciple of Xiafei Sect was not killed by Swordsman Tang at all. Therefore, from the very beginning, he did not sneak into Jianchuan, but someone from Sichuan killed him."

Feng Rugu knocked the soot out of the bamboo pipe, and said, "I remember, I heard from Mr. Hua that the day before the body was found was the birthday of Mr. Yan of the Qingshuang Sect. Some gifts came. This is the largest friendship between Jianchuan and the outside world in those few days."

Although Hua Ruohong was a fool, his conjecture about this matter was infinitely close to the truth.

—— "Who knows if that disciple's body is hidden in those gift boxes?"

Feng Ruyu said softly: "It may not be the disciple's body, it may be a living person, and a Wujin Tang knife."