Four or five figures walked quickly under the night, and they rushed towards a place from different directions. The movement was as fast as a shooting star, and it flashed away like streaks of dark streamers on the roofs of the houses. These people jumped and flew on the roof, but they barely made a sound.
After a while, someone arrived, and the first person to land in the alley was a middle-aged man who looked about thirty years old. Wearing a flying fish robe, with a straight knife tied to his back. He walked slowly to the deep ditch about one meter wide, squatted down and looked at it, then frowned. After checking for a while, he got up and walked to the end of the alley.
There, leaning against the wall, sat a dead body.
Half of his shoulder was missing, and there was still a sword wound on his right chest, and the fatal wound was on his forehead, where a small round hole appeared to be broken. The brain is still gurgling out, indicating that this person died not long ago.
With a few soft swishing sounds, the other flying fish robes that arrived also landed in the alley.
"There is only one corpse. It is expected to be a martial arts fighter. The dead one should be the person who smashed a deep ditch on the bluestone road. It seems that he is good at using a long stick, but his weapon was not found."
Feiyupao, who arrived first, whispered a few words.
The people behind dispersed, searching the alley carefully for traces of the other person. Meanwhile, some of the awakened residents on both sides of the alley opened their doors and came out, but were politely persuaded by Fei Yupao to go back.
"The Ouchi guards are investigating the case, please go back to rest, and don't interfere with official duties."
The words were very polite, but the unique cold and arrogant image of Feiyu Pao still carried an unquestionable command tone. The people were in awe of the Feiyu robe, and immediately returned to their homes and never came out again. A minute or two later, several Feiyupao rushed over. Ten minutes later, a group of patrolling soldiers arrived and blocked the alley, and the last ones to arrive were the policemen from Chang'an Mansion. Seeing that Feiyupao was here, these catchers didn't dare to approach and talk to them, they just assisted in guarding the outside.
"It should be a deep hole smashed out by turning internal strength into a stick."
Feiyupao, who arrived first, came to a conclusion, but his expression was not at all relaxed: "To be able to use internal strength as a weapon to perform such a powerful move, at least he is also a powerhouse on the sixth rank. From the sound of fighting to the time I rushed Not long after that time, the blood from this person's wound was still bleeding, but the other person had disappeared without a trace... The one who was able to stop this shocking blow and quickly evacuated after the murder was terrifying."
"Everyone in the martial arts forest in the imperial capital has reported that they were born in the master's family, and the weapons they used well are all recorded. Does anyone of you remember such a master of stick?"
he asks.
When everyone was shaking their heads, someone answered in a cold voice outside: "Thirty-one people who have reported and recorded in the yamen, the masters of the fifth rank and above are still in the imperial capital, and they can use internal strength. There are no more than three people who used such a powerful move as a stick. One can be ruled out as a servant instructor in Prince Yi's mansion. The other is a martial artist who opened a door to recruit disciples in Beicheng. The other one is half a month old. I just arrived at the imperial capital before, and the name on record is Henggun, and I entered the city at the same time as Daoist Guan Xiao."
Hearing these words, Feiyupao who was present immediately bowed to salute.
"I've seen Mr. Qianhu!"
Among the seven thousand households in the Ouchi Guard Office, there is one person who is famous for his memory beyond the photographic memory. As long as it is something that the people he has seen have seen, he can remember and say it at any time. Each of the seven thousand households in the Ouchi Guard Office has its own strengths. The Qianhu who is honored as God's Eye is named Liu Duxiu.
Liu Duxiu walked into the alley slowly, looked carefully at the ground by the light of the torch, then turned around and said: "The residence of the deputy commander is not far from here, please go and invite me."
"I am here."
The crowd outside separated, and Meng Wudi, the one-armed deputy commander who was supposed to be recuperating at home, walked in with a gloomy expression.
Everyone saluted, Meng Wudi waved his hand and asked, "Did you find anything?"
Liu Duxiu stood up, walked to the deep ditch about three feet away, stood looking into the alley, and said, "The other person is standing here, and he didn't dodge when such a powerful stick came down. The stick intention can only reach This person was blown away three feet in front of him, that's terrible. My lord...someone broke the rules and entered the imperial capital without reporting to the yamen."
Meng Wudi hummed, and the frightened look in his eyes flashed away.
"I've been there a long time ago, and I saw another person who made a move."
He breathed a sigh of relief slowly, with a little frustration and unwillingness in his tone: "But this person's lightness kung fu is very good, I can't catch up."
As soon as he said this, everyone present gasped. You must know that Meng Wudi's cultivation base is also well-known in the Ouchi guards' office, and he is good at lightness kung fu, being able to escape under his nose, another person's cultivation base is as high as it can be seen.
"I now suspect that the person who escaped is related to the case of the Ministry of War."
Meng Wudi ordered: "Take the body back to the guards and search within a radius of 30 miles. Don't startle the people. The team will take it back before dawn. Inform all the guards at the city gates and interrogate all the men in white... Women should also be searched." , I will rush back to report to Commander-in-Chief right now."
In fact, Meng Wudi really didn't see clearly whether that person was a man or a woman.
"Here!"
Everyone leaned over to obey orders, and the Feiyupao who came one after another quickly left under the leadership of their respective teams. Meng Wudi looked at the dead body, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.
Just when he was about to rush to the Ouchi guard's office, a carriage suddenly stopped at the entrance of the alley. He saw the driver beckoning to him, Meng Wudi's expression changed, and he walked over quickly.
The carriage had the mark of Ouchi's Guard Office painted on it.
When he got close, the driver bent over and saluted: "I have seen the deputy commander, Mr. Zhuo is waiting for you inside."
Meng Wudi hummed, opened the curtain and got into the carriage.
"Let's go, go to Qingxu Guan first."
Mr. Zhuo's face in the carriage was a little ugly, he rubbed the corners of his brows and sighed after giving instructions to the coachman: "Master Commander already knows, you and I will go to the Qingxu Temple first to see Reverend Xiao... the dead man entered with Reverend Xiao Although he is not a disciple of Yiguan, but Master Xiao's stubborn temper... Sigh!"
He sighed and didn't continue talking.
Meng Wudi also sighed, because no matter whether it was people in the Jianghu or the court, they all knew that the old Taoist who was also very important in front of His Majesty was famous for protecting the calf. Now that something happened to his one-minded person, who knows if Niubi will be annoyed and scatter the Taoists who came to Beijing to hunt down the murderer.
The most worrying thing is that the red-robed great priest Heju Taoist, who performed several miracles before entering Beijing, has a very hot temper. And these cultivators have the best face, and killing their people is tantamount to slapping them in the face. That's why Zhuo Buyi shook his head and sighed, at this juncture, there can no longer be any troubles in the capital.
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The burly and majestic Qilin, carrying a huge package on his back and holding an iron rod in his hand, stood at the door of Hongxiuzhao until dawn. A man like an iron tower stood there, and the common people who got up early in the morning to take a stroll frequently looked sideways. If it wasn't for the inspection documents he was carrying with him, he would have been taken away by the Feiyu robe last night by the officers and soldiers on night patrol and the Ouchi guards who searched afterward.
He is waiting for the stick.
Ye Xiao came over half an hour ago and told him that Heng stick was dead. The people from Ouchi's bodyguards came to Qingxu Temple to see Master Xiao, because they are now Mo Ningzhi's guards, so Master Xiao immediately notified Mo Ningzhi, and Mo Ningzhi told Tie Nu and Ye Xiao who had returned to Qingxu Temple .
But Kirin doesn't believe it's true.
They only separated two hours ago, how could Heng stick die
They agreed to go out of the city together at dawn to find Fang Jie and Shen Qingshan, they agreed to go out of the city and sworn brothers, they agreed to find Fang Jie and took him in as a mistress, and they agreed to face danger together and roam the world together.
After talking about so many things, how can Heng stick be willing to die? How can he keep his words
The old cripple with red sleeves moved a bench and sat at the door, lit the pipe Fang Jie had given him in his hand, took a puff, and exhaled a cloud of smoke. His wine gourd was placed on one side of the bench, but for some reason, he was not interested in drinking after looking at that mighty man.
I don't know how long it took, but the old cripple couldn't help but sighed.
"Are you waiting for your friend?"
asked the old cripple.
Qilin nodded without looking back.
"He said he came to Hongxiu Zhao first last night, and asked if you knew where Fang Jie had gone. We agreed to gather here and leave the city together."
"He didn't come."
said the old cripple.
"Maybe... it won't come."
Qilin turned around abruptly, staring at the old cripple with red eyes and roaring, "He's not dead!"
The old cripple shook his head slowly and stopped talking.
At this moment, Big Dog and Mu Xiaoyao pushed Shen Qingfan and walked over from the other side of the street. Shen Qingfan was sitting on a wheeled cart, his face was still pale and scary. That night, she was blown away by a ninth-rank strongman from the Great Sui Imperial Capital, and it is no small miracle that she escaped without dying. Last night, the three of them were detained in another courtyard of the Ouchi guards, and they were not released until dawn.
And when they were released, the three of them were very happy, because since they were allowed to leave, it meant that Fang Jie had succeeded. Although the three of them were not in the same courtyard as Fang Jie, Mr. Zhuo told them last night that Fang Jie was taken to Changchun Garden to face the saint. If Fang Jie can seize the opportunity, their case should be temporarily suppressed.
But before they could make them laugh, Mr. Zhuo, who had returned to the guards in Ouchi early in the morning, told them bad news.
The stick is dead.
Big Dog looked at the burly man with trembling shoulders, opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.
Qilin looked at Shen Qingfan with red eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "He said he owed you his life, and he had to pay it back... Now he has paid it back."
Shen Qingfan lowered his head, his fingers trembling slightly.
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Changchun Garden.
Fang Jie stood cautiously, and even breathed cautiously. Although the emperor sitting cross-legged on the kang not far from the opposite side was not tall, the oppressive feeling coming from Fang Jie's heart made him a little embarrassed.
He was led to Changchun Garden last night, but His Majesty did not see him when he was dealing with government affairs. At night, he waited in a small room in the dome. Although there was a wooden bed, he didn't dare to sleep. Early this morning, a eunuch came to pass him an audience, and when he was walking halfway, he told him that Mu Xiaoyao and the others had already been sent back.
Regardless, it's a good sign.
On the way, Fang Jie was going to give the eunuch some banknotes, so he quietly counted out five one hundred taels in his cuff, took them out and handed them to the eunuch. The eunuch known as Su Gonggong smiled and waved his hands, saying that our family has no courage, and our family has no place to spend money.
Fang Xie blushed, wondering if he thought he was too little or was really clean.
When I entered the emperor's imperial study, my heart was beating drums.
"Cao Min Fang Jie, kowtow to His Majesty."
He bowed politely, lowered his head and breathed slowly to calm down.
Even though the thoughts of his previous life are still deep in his soul, he must follow the rules in this world where imperial power is supreme. Moreover, the emperors I saw in the previous life were all fake emperors in TV dramas, but this one in front of me is a real emperor. There is a sense of novelty and a sense of oppression. Fang Jie really wanted to raise his head to see what the emperor looked like, if he also had a nose, a mouth, two eyes and two legs.
"stand up."
The emperor put down the main pen in his hand, looked at the sundial outside the window and said in a flat tone: "I have to go to court in a while, so you don't have much time. I will let you put your friend back first, not already I don't plan to pursue such a big crime as you. But because you are here, there is no need for them to be locked up. When it is time to kill, none of them can escape."
Fang Jie suddenly discovered that the emperor was very sinister.
"Before I finish drinking this cup of tea, give me a reason not to punish your nine clans."
The emperor picked up the teacup and took a sip, which meant that Fang Jie's time was getting tighter.
"Master will be very sad when I die."
Fang Jie held back for a minute before uttering these words.
"Shameless!"
The emperor almost spit out his tea, staring at Fang and explaining the two-word comment.