The Lord who use immortals as food

A purebred Linxue horse can easily run four hundred miles in an hour with two people on its back.

It only takes two blinks to disappear from the long streets of Shenjing.

The majestic horse passed through several alleys in a few breaths, and then without going anywhere, it galloped south for a few streets, then turned gracefully and disappeared into a side door.

"It's a really fast horse carrying the two of us."

"Are you injured?"

"No." Pei Ye turned over and dismounted. The two of them took off their robes and threw them into the iron basin nearby. Pei Ye handed the bloody sack in his hand to her. Xie Chuantang paused and took it, then looked at it in silence for a while.

Pei Ye washed the blood on his face with the ice water nearby and took a towel to dry it. It was very quiet here, with the green winter cypress trees and the high-walled courtyard giving it a solemn feel.

Because this is the backyard of Jingzhao Mansion.

Pei Ye took the sack from her hand, flicked a flame down and threw it into the iron basin. It only took a few breaths for the two of them to calm down. They glanced at her and Xie Chuantang smiled at him.

I have probably never seen such a silent smile on this woman's face.

The light color on the horizon began to climb up, and everything began to have color. The two passed by each other without saying a word. Pei Ye put on his warm cloak and went out from the side door. He wrapped the sack into the cloak and took it from Xie Chuantang. After passing a bun and biting it, the kitten jumped back on his shoulder, and the first ray of sunlight was shining on the street. Xie Chuantang wore a clean police robe and came to the inner office study with a knife on his waist. He opened the door like every morning shift on duty. The heater had just been lit and the air in the big room seemed cold.

When Mr. Di got up in the morning, he had already washed himself and was sitting in front of his desk. It was difficult to hold a pen at this time. The master had his hands in his sleeves and was reading various official documents. Put it on the table.

"I bought it." Xie Chuantang said, "My lord, please eat it while it's hot first, so as not to let it cool down again."

"Hard work." Di Jiu smiled.

About a moment later, there was a flurry of noise in front of the government office. Gradually, he reached the back office. Di Jiu put down the official document and raised his eyes. After two breaths, a hurried figure opened the door of the public room.

"Lord Di! Prime Minister Li... The old Prime Minister Li Du was assassinated on Laohuai Street when he was leaving the city and was beheaded!"

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"At the seventh quarter of the Yin hour, Li Du turned into this street. Before the quarter of the Mao hour, Xianrentai received a report." The knife-carrying man with the wild goose sign on his waist said in a low voice, "It was two hurried pedestrians who said that there were rivers and lakes on this street. People were fighting with swords and killing people, and there was a lot of blood. I sealed the place after I arrived.”

The woman in purple clothes in front of him hung a gourd on her waist, using the spirit as ink to outline the whole place. Finally, it was tied with a knot, and the spirit ban was formed.

"Let's examine everyone's death status first and restore the trajectory."

"Jingzhao Mansion has just conducted an inspection." The man carrying the sword said, "Everyone has a clean sword wound. The eight swords and eight corpses were all made by one person. The murder weapon was nailed to the back of the last person's neck. It was an ordinary iron sword, very new in appearance, and had never been used before. Li Guxiang was beheaded by the butcher knife next to the body, but there were no other injuries. "

"Let's check it again. The official joint investigation document has not come down. Let's check each one first."

Xing Zhi nodded and said softly. She took down a few lines and wrote down a few lines. The white air dispersed from her cheeks in the early morning.

"yes."

This was indeed a shocking sight. Nine corpses were lying on the ground. The headless body in gorgeous clothes was frozen in an ugly look of kicking and struggling, and fell into a pool of blood.

Xing Zhi stopped writing and glanced twice, and his eyes stopped on the street. There, Jing Yin, dressed in red, stood with a serious face, chatting with the deputy beside him. Xing Zhi walked over.

"Master Di, thanks to the officer, long time no see."

"Hello Xing Zishou."

"I really can't live a peaceful life." Xing Zhi stood beside them and sighed softly, "How to deal with this case? Has Mr. Di reported it?"

"I've already handed over a piece of paper to the palace." Di Jiu looked at it with his hands folded, "It's only a matter of a few steps anyway."

Xing Zhi smiled.

"I think this case is going to be a three-judge trial, and one of us will probably be added." Xing Zhi said, "But I just tested it, and there is no trace of Lingxuan."

"It was done very neatly and cleanly, leaving no clues." Xie Chuantang said.

"Then... it's quite troublesome." Xing Zhi sighed. She turned around and said solemnly, "General Yang, since you are here, why don't you come over and talk about it - when did you hear the news? At the gate of the city Have you seen anyone suspicious coming out of the city?”

Yang Junhu was wearing armor and holding a halberd, with twenty or thirty personal guards standing behind him. His face was expressionless, he was as heavy as a mountain, and he stood like a statue in winter.

He was silent for a moment and said indifferently: "I am just waiting for Li Guxiang outside the city. I don't know the details. Now that the murder has been committed, it is not necessarily the duty of the imperial army to track down the murderer. I will not disturb you until I make my decision."

Next to him stood a man with a stiff expression. He was not too young. He was neatly dressed and had half-white hair and beard. His hands were trembling slightly as he looked at Li Du's headless body motionless.

"...Is that Zhang Mengqiu?" The man carrying the knife traced the shape of the wound in front of his eyes with two strokes, glanced sideways, and said through the message.

This was the edge of the scene. He squatted here. The [Danqing Shou] Qi Gong standing next to him breathed hot air into his hands. He frowned and thought about the appearance of the person who left this sword, and responded: "Hebang Two Hundred Name me, the housekeeper of Xiangzhai—where was he when he was assassinated?”

"It seems that they are also waiting outside the city gate. There is such a large convoy." The man carrying the knife frowned and muttered, "Why did he die here like this... The dignified second master of the Li family, just bring Hong Xingping with him?"

"It doesn't matter who you take with you, it's all about following the path you're used to. When I was young, I went to court without taking anyone with me." Qi Gong frowned and imitated the appearance of the murderer in his mind, "This old man has had many ups and downs in his career. This is probably the only time in my life that I have been assassinated.”

"To be honest, the timing is really delicate." The man carrying the sword added another voice and said seriously, "The Xuanmen around me just handed over the law guard order last night, and Yang Yunhu and Zhang Mengqiu were both repairing outside the city. The team was separated from Li Du for just over an hour - there is a lot of information in it that ordinary people cannot get. "

"...and the person who took action is really strong." He peeled off another collar, looked at the vicious sword wound in silence for a while, and added.

"Nonsense, he killed Li Du, how can he be an ordinary person?"

"I mean, ordinary assassins can't seize this gap, and they can't defeat these eight-year-old masters and Hong Xingping. In fact, there are only a few who can do this cleanly..." The man carrying the sword murmured. With.

Qi Gong stopped writing, opened his slender eyes, and looked down at him: "Oh? Which company is it? Come and listen to Zhang Dayan's inspection. I will definitely help you report to the peak."

The man carrying the sword shut his mouth tightly, as if he had become deaf and mute, and continued to outline his own sword wounds while shaking his head.

Qi Gong raised his foot and kicked his butt: "Say it."

Zhang Kuai raised his head and rolled his eyes: "Get out of here, stop pretending to me."

Qi Gong smiled and tapped the paper with his pen: "Do you know about rubber bands?"

"What's wrong with the rubber band?"

"Dahe Fu said, this cowhide band will go down as soon as you swallow it, and you have to chew it, but you can't chew it completely -" Qi Gong wrote, "Some cases are like this, so simple that there is no need to investigate. , but I had to check, but in the end, I couldn’t find it.”

Zhang Kuai was silent for a moment and gave a thumbs up: "High."

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They all smiled: "But this kind of case is not bad. You can chew every day and get the reward every day... Did you just say that this person is very powerful?"

"yes."

"How powerful?"

"Within the realm of pulse, he is enough to be the first-class person in the world."

"Um……"

"The Beauty in the Painting" reminded Lingxuan. Qi Gong closed his eyes and carefully pieced together what he had seen and heard for a while, and followed Lingxuan with his pen on the drawing paper.

Just like the shape of the water monster sketched by the West Pond that day, this spiritual sutra requires the innate spirituality of the cultivator and has a certain threshold. However, after cultivating the [Painting Hand], one can ask questions from the heaven and earth spirits who have witnessed what happened. , is a unique and rare talent in Xianrentai.

This was the first time we saw the scene, and although there was not much information, fortunately the time difference had not been long, so Qi Gong planned to draw the first version first. Driven by the spiritual sutra, my heart is intoxicated with the outline of the spiritual essence, and the pen is wandering on the paper. It is the mysterious feeling that is guided by the spiritual energy...

However, Zhang Kuai, who stood next to him and watched, couldn't help it any longer. He frowned and said, "Have you fucking learned how to become a [painting artist] through the back door?"

Qi Gong glared and turned his head to look at him.

Zhang Kuai just frowned and stared at the drawing paper: "You said you would get an extra five taels of silver every month just to draw this thing... Then I can do it too."

Qi Gong lowered his head and fell silent.

The painting shows a stick figure holding a sword, posing amidst the siege of several people, with two words written on his big round head - "Idiot".

If you randomly pick a child between the ages of five and eight and ask him to draw a man holding a sword, there will be no difference in the result.

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"What do you mean 'erased'?" Pei Ye was walking on the street of Shenjing. The morning sun had fully risen. The morning stalls of the restaurants on the roadside were steaming with white steam. He said vaguely, "I didn't have any use for it in the first place." Lingxuan."

Chewing the buns, his cheeks bulged, and when he tilted his head, he pressed it against the kitten. It moved its body and said, "The spirit of heaven and earth is like a sea of ​​clouds. If you use it and consume some, it will naturally leave a gap; but even if Doing nothing, just passing through the clouds, will inevitably leave traces - there are some subtle spiritual techniques in the world that can imprint such traces to see the height, fatness, and thinness of things passing by. "

Pei Ye suddenly realized: "There is something like "The Beauty in the Painting" on the Immortal Terrace. I guess that's what it looks like."

"good."

"Have you erased it?"

The black cat stretched out a paw and said quietly: "'First, Chi Fire is the best spiritual fire in the world.'"

"Hmm."

"Don't worry." Black Cat said calmly, "I have already disguised your appearance."

When it said this, Pei Ye naturally believed it and didn't pay much attention to it. He stood on the street and looked around. Sure enough, he saw the simple green carriage. He took two quick steps and opened the curtain. There was only one person in the carriage. , Xu Chuo was still dressed as usual, like a fragrant spring breeze in winter. At this time, he was making tea in his hands, and the hot air was blown by the cold wind.

"Aren't you even knocking on the door now? What if you break into an adult girl's car?"

Pei Ye was silent for a moment, put down the curtain, stood outside and knocked on the carriage: "It's me."

Xu Chuo smiled: "Please come in."

Pei Ye sat in with air-conditioning and placed the blood-stained sack on the table with a bang. The woman making tea did not find the fishy smell unpleasant and still carefully poured out two cups of fragrant tea.