When Fang Henshui talked about his pride, a trace of beast-like cruelty flashed in his eyes. He slowly lowered his head to look at Mo Wanwu, and asked seriously: "I was not stupid at all, but I discovered the purpose of wisdom at the last moment."
Naturally, Mo Wanwu would not answer, because he had already died long ago. Maybe Fang Henshui knew about it, or maybe he didn't pay attention. All he needs is someone who can talk, someone who can speak unscrupulously. As for such an object, of course a dead person would be better. When he saw that Mo Wanwu was no longer alive, he stood up, looked at his tattered clothes and frowned slightly.
Then he stepped a little, and his figure disappeared in an instant.
This is Banyue Mountain, dozens of miles away from Chang'an City. Here the mountains are high and the forests are dense, and no one will come here at all. If Fang Henshui hadn't followed Mo Wanwu to Banyue Mountain, he wouldn't have decided to do it either. The strength Qin Liuqi showed that day made Fang Henshui understand that his cultivation was far from being unscrupulous. There are hidden dragons and crouching tigers in Chang'an City, so we should be more cautious as much as possible.
Even the most powerful practitioners in this world will not feel the struggle of seventy or eighty miles away. Although great practitioners are extremely sensitive to changes in the vitality of the world, if they reach the strength to perceive such a long distance, they may no longer be regarded as a person.
Therefore, Mo Wanwu died on Banyue Mountain. None of the many great practitioners in Chang'an City could perceive it.
The Martial Arts Academy is located on the south side of Dongcheng, and it is fifty or sixty miles away from Beicheng. From Yanwu Academy to Banyue Mountain, it is at least eighty miles away. With such a long distance, even Dean Zhou couldn't feel anything.
When people heard the news of Mo Wanwu's death, it was the day after Fang Henshui killed him. When the woodcutters went up the mountain to cut firewood together, they found the half body and the two legs about six or seven meters away. The body was transported back to Chang'an Mansion. The experienced officials of Chang'an Mansion deduced the identity of the deceased based on the broken hospital uniform on Mo Wanwu's body.
It was two professors, Qiu Yu and Yan Qing, who took Mo Wanwu back to the Academy of Martial Arts.
Fang Jie came together.
Not only Fang Jie, but all the students in his class came. Nearly 30 students from the Academy of Martial Arts walked into Chang'an Mansion under the leadership of two professors, causing the passers-by to stare at them. When Fang Xie heard the news that Mo Wanwu had been killed, he was discussing with Qiu Yu how to cultivate in the back mountain of Yanwuyuan, and he told Qiu Yu his thoughts. Even Qiu Yu was not sure whether such a method would work.
Practitioners borrow the vitality of the heavens and the earth, and transform the vitality into external and internal energy and store it in the sea of qi with the help of breathing. During the battle, the inner strength is injected into each air pocket through the Qi channel. According to the different cultivation methods of each person's physique, the form of internal strength transformed is also different. For example, Xie Fuyao, his internal strength is more suitable for practicing swordsmanship. Even when he was using the Four Elephant Fingers, there was a sword intent in his fingers. For example, Mo Xidao, the reason why his saber aura is so awe-inspiring is because he turned his internal strength into a saber.
The solution Fang Jie came up with was to mobilize the vitality of heaven and earth outside his body.
To explain simply, the normal way of practice is to temper the vitality of the heaven and earth in the body and turn it into one's own use. After the transformation of the sea of qi, it becomes a power suitable for oneself. Even though there are ever-changing changes in the actual combat, those are the inner strength stored in the sea of Qi of the practitioner. Once it is consumed too much, it must be recovered through practicing breathing. And Fang Jie's idea is simply to use remote control, to turn vitality into internal strength without tempering, and directly use vitality to fight.
This idea can be said to be whimsical.
But Qiu Yu didn't deny his idea. In the vast world, how can the way of practice be the same? Especially Fang Jie, this young man has created too many miracles. At the beginning, even Dean Zhou concluded that he could not perceive the vitality of heaven and earth, but now he can perceive it. Since he can perceive it, who dares to assert that he cannot call it
While the two were discussing, Yan Qing hurried to find him.
Although Mo Wanwu was not very respected by the students in his class, after all, the incident on Banyue Mountain made the students feel alienated from him. But when they learned that the professor might die, the students all followed him. Dean Zhou didn't stop, neither did Qiu Yu and Yan Qing.
In the morgue of Chang'an Mansion Yamen, Fang Jie and the others saw Mo Wanwu's body.
At that moment, everyone could not control their emotions. The only female student, Ma Lilian, let out a scream and collapsed, followed by tears. Some people began to vomit, but no one felt that this was disrespectful to the dead. Such a tragic corpse is rare even on the battlefield.
Where is it still a person.
"Sir, please go home."
Fang Xie whispered something, then took off his cloak and walked over to wrap the corpse. Holding the crippled body, he slowly turned and walked towards the door.
When he reached the door, he stopped the official who was standing beside him: "Excuse me, where did you find Mr.'s body?"
After getting the official's answer, Fang Jie nodded and said thank you, with a calm face.
After leaving the Yamen of Chang'an Mansion, someone ran to hire a carriage. Fang Xie carried Mo Wanwu's body up, and suddenly found that there seemed to be something strange about Mo Wanwu's hand. He looked down carefully, and then his heart moved.
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The scarlet horse, which hadn't been galloping for a long time, neighed excitedly, breathing white gas from its nose. Fang Jie galloped northward on his scarlet horse, and the sound of the horse's four hooves was full of rhythm. Behind him, Professor Qiu Yu and Yan Qing followed closely on horseback. If Fang Jie hadn't deliberately controlled the speed of the red horse, Qiu Yu and Yan Qing's horses, although good, would have been left far behind.
The cold knights of Northern Liao are even better than Meng Yuan's war horses. And Fang Jie's scarlet horse is the best among cold riders. It's just that the Sui people didn't know much about the Beiliao people, and even in some places they didn't know anything at all. Because the Beiliao people live in the most harsh environment of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, few people go close there to explore the lives of the Beiliao people. Because of this, His Majesty the Emperor has been hesitant on whether to accept the Beiliao people.
Accepting the Beiliao people may bring a very powerful cavalry. But there is no doubt that the people of the Northern Liao Dynasty will definitely move into the Sui Dynasty as a whole. After one generation or two, they will completely become Sui people. How meaningful are the Northern Liao people without Hanqi to the Sui Dynasty
The condition for the Northern Liao people to surrender was to leave the Shiwan Dashan, but what the emperor needed was for them to stay there.
Three people and three riders traveled north all the way, and it was almost noon when they left the North City Gate. The woodcutter who found Mo Wanwu's body was notified by the official of Chang'an Mansion to wait at the gate of the city. After Fang Jie asked who it was, he picked up that person and put him behind him. The red horse carrying the two people didn't feel any strain at all.
With the advice of the woodcutter, Fang Jie and the others successfully found the place where Mo Wanwu's body was found.
Fang Jie asked the woodcutter to guard the horse not far away, and he and Qiu Yuyanqing went to check. There is no doubt that this is a very intense fight. The traces are still very clear, broken trees, earth pits on the ground, and dry grassland that looks like it was turned over by an iron plow within a dozen meters.
Fang Jiezai searched carefully, and finally determined the location where Mo Wanwu stayed for the last time.
On the withered grass, blood stains that had turned gray and black could still be seen, and some minced meat and clothes that had not been buried in the dust could also be found. Fang Xie squatted down beside a piece of withered grass dyed gray and black to observe carefully. This is where Mo Wanwu lay down for the last time. The blood on the ground is from the wound on his back.
Fang Jie fantasized about the lying position of Mo Wanwu, and then looked towards the side of the bloodstain. When Fang Jie inspected Mo Wanwu's body, he saw something strange about his disused arm. The hand was covered with blood, but there was no blood on the pad of the index finger. It was obviously rubbed off, and there was still some powder in the gap between the fingers.
So Fang Jie and Qiu Yu set off immediately.
"it's here."
Fang Jie beckoned, and Qiu Yu, Yan Qing and the others rushed over immediately.
Fang Jie pointed to the big tree beside him: "The murderer must have stayed under this tree for a long time, and he was sitting. Mr. Mo is here, lying down, with his face facing up... the air pocket on his left arm exploded He even lost his strength, but at the last moment, Mr. Mo, who seemed to be on the verge of death, waved his moving arm to cover up the tiny movements of his other hand."
"How can you be so sure?"
Yan Qing asked subconsciously.
Fang Jie glanced at him and replied calmly: "Sir, I forgot that I was a scout, especially the scouts of the frontier army. They are better than the experienced police officers of the government office in tracking down the details."
Fang Jie pushed aside the dry grass, revealing a stone. The stone was originally buried deep in the ground, only a piece the size of a plate was exposed outside.
It's just such a small place, there are four words "Qianqian".
It was carved by Mo Wanwu with his last bit of strength before he died. It is very shallow but very clear. It's hard to imagine that he used some kind of willpower to insist on writing these four words before he died, and he didn't hide it from the murderer's eyes.
square, wise death, mouth
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"What do these four words mean?"
In the Dong Ersan Tiao shop, Shen Qingshan frowned slightly and asked Fang Jie.
Fang Jie said softly: "Fang, of course it is not Fang Jie's Fang, but Fang Hates Water's Fang. That guy finally couldn't bear it anymore and started killing again, and even dared to attack the professor of Yanwu Academy. From the scene It looks like Mr. Mo didn't hurt Fang Henshui, how could this person become so powerful?"
"Wisdom dead...Mr. Mo must have written these two words to tell us that Fang Henshui's cultivation is related to wisdom and that wisdom is dead. We have thought about the last word for a long time but we haven't thought of the answer."
Shen Qingfan thought for a while but didn't think of anything, hesitated for a while and asked: "When something like this happens, do you still do what you designed before?"
"Do!"
Fang Jie nodded: "It was hard to get Zhuang Die to take my things out, and I guess those people have already started to get restless. The matter of arresting Fang Heanshui is from the Ouchi Guard Office and Qing Ya, and I can't help now." What can I do. And no one has seen him, and it is very difficult to catch him if the people who went to the south of the Yangtze River can't get the portrait before they come back. But I can help with Wu Yidao's matter."
He paused for a moment: "Those people will definitely make moves tomorrow. When that time comes, you and me, plus the three of them, Hei Boy, and Qilin Big Dog will secretly support them. There should be no problem."
"Too risky."
Shen Qingfan shook his head.
"It often looks dangerous, and people think that the method that is impossible to succeed may be more likely to succeed. Because people don't even think about it, and the initiative is on my side."
Fang Jie smiled: "I just rely on this method to get the news, I'm afraid the emperor will blow his beard and stare if he finds out."
Shen Qingshan hummed, and said in a light tone: "Tomorrow is February 11th, and the day after tomorrow is when the army will go out."