The gate of the palace is not a place to talk. After a brief negotiation with the eldest disciple, officials came towards this side one after another. Ji Mingxiu lowered the curtain of the carriage and let the carriage leave the palace.
On the way back, the more Qiao Wei thought about the elder disciple's words, the more she felt something strange: "Mingxiu, do you think what he said is true?"
Ji Mingxiu hugged Xiao Wangshu who was already sound asleep in his arms, and said, "Looking at his appearance, he shouldn't be lying."
If the eldest disciple really did not lie, then the matter is really not simple.
Regarding the murderer back then, in fact, they all knew that he was acting on orders. He was not the real mastermind behind the scenes. Even without him, Princess Zhaoming would have been hurt by someone else. The main reason why they took great pains to find him was because of him. It can detoxify the palm poison in Mingxiu and Mingye's body.
But what did the wizard say just now
he died
Died just a few months ago.
They also started looking for that person a few months ago
How could it be such a coincidence
It's like... trying not to let them find it
Who could have done it
Prince Mu's Mansion
National Teacher Hall
I'm afraid I have to ask Fu Xueyan this question.
The carriage soon arrived at Ji's house. Huo Shigong, the leader and His Highness the carriage arrived early. They didn't know that the senior disciple of the national teacher came to them to negotiate terms, but Ji Mingxiu and Qiao Wei didn't intend to hide it from them , took them along on the way to find Fu Xueyan.
His Highness the Third Highness walked halfway, and was caught by the awake Wang Shu again to play for nothing.
Fu Xueyan's stomach gradually couldn't be covered. She reduced her outings and stayed in the courtyard as much as possible on weekdays. Seeing Qiao Wei and her party coming over, she put on a loose gauze with loquat buttons, which vaguely covered her stomach.
Qiao Wei first told Fu Xueyan the result of the duel with the National Master Hall. No one was surprised by this result. After all, everyone had seen Wang Shu playing the big bow last night. What surprised them was the big disciple brought Leaving aside the fact that he stole the secret book in order to redeem his master's life, the murderer who was burned to death at home was indeed a bit suspicious.
"Hey, isn't he a martial arts master? How could he be burned to death at home? He doesn't even know how to escape?" the leader said sharply.
Qiao Wei nodded, and said firmly: "The person who has practiced Jiuyang Palm to the ninth level is by no means an idle person. Ordinary water can't help him. This fire is strange. He was killed."
Not dying sooner, not dying later, but just when they started looking for the secret book, it was an outrageous coincidence.
"Could it be that Mu Wangfu did it?" Qiao Wei asked.
Fu Xueyan shook her head slowly: "It's unlikely. That person is Mu Qiuyang's master. Mu Qiuyang has always respected him. He has no children, so he treats Mu Qiuyang as if he were his own. Lord Mu also thinks highly of him. I also expect him to pass on all the Nine Sun Palms to his son, I don't think the Mu Palace will send someone to deal with him before Mu Qiuyang learns all the Nine Sun Palms."
The ancients respected teachers far more than modern people. In their eyes, the master was almost regarded as a second father. From this point of view, the Mu Palace would not do such a thing of deceiving the teacher and destroying the Tao.
From the point of view of profit, Mu Qiuyang's Nine Yang Palm has not been practiced to the ninth level, his master still has value to use, and the Mu Palace will not easily let him have an accident.
The leader blinked: "Could it be that the National Teacher Hall did it? Could it be that group of stinky wizards knew that we had captured Mu Qiuyang, and they were afraid that the Mu Palace would replace him with Mu Qiuyang's master, so they took Mu Qiuyang away in a hurry. Qiuyang's master was killed?"
This guess is not unreasonable. The group of deceitful rats in the National Teacher's Hall can even cultivate dead men who destroy human relations. What evil things can they not do
It's just that, doing so by the National Teacher Palace is tantamount to tearing faces openly with Mu Wangfu. The National Teacher Palace is busy dealing with the Ji family right now, so stupid, it made a strong enemy for itself in Yeluo before the Ji family was settled
Turning her mind around, Qiao Wei touched her chin suspiciously, glanced away, and saw that Ji Mingxiu hadn't spoken since she came in, and had been thinking about something, she couldn't help asking: "Did you think of something?"
Ji Mingxiu said, "I'm thinking about Cangjiu."
Qiao Wei asked strangely: "Why did you suddenly think of him? Do you suspect that he killed Mu Qiuyang's master?"
Ji Mingxiu shook his head lightly: "I haven't taken care of this matter yet, I was just wondering who is he from? Is it from Prince Mu's Mansion or from the National Teacher Hall? If it belongs to either of them, the night Luo openly visited, he should also show up."
Qiao Wei frowned thoughtfully: "He arrested Jing Yun earlier to redeem Mu Qiuyang, which made me think he was from the Mu Palace, but according to the present, it seems that he is not?"
Ji Mingxiu said: "Do you still remember that when you went to buy cinnabar, Cangjiu and King Yin were also buying cinnabar? I checked afterwards, and King Yin needed cinnabar because Concubine Rong suddenly fell ill. Concubine Rong told King Yin that she It takes phoenix blood cinnabar to heal. King Yin bought cinnabar for Concubine Rong, so what about Cangjiu? What is he doing for it?"
Qiao Wei quickly grasped something: "To prevent us from getting cinnabar! To make us lose to the National Teacher Hall! He is secretly helping the National Teacher Hall! But he is not from the National Teacher Hall, how strange."
Ji Mingxiu pondered: "He is not helping the National Teacher Hall, he is stumbling us. The people he wants to deal with have always been us. It was not because of Mu Qiuyang that he kidnapped Jing Yun and redeemed Mu Qiuyang. Yang, just to let us have one less bargaining chip to contain Mu Wangfu."
Qiao Wei rested her chin on both hands and said, "He wants to deal with us so much, could Mu Qiuyang's master also be killed by him?"
Ji Mingxiu didn't answer, but suddenly looked at Fu Xueyan opposite: "What do you think, Ms. Fu?"
Fu Xueyan took a sip of tea lightly, lowered her eyes and said, "I don't know."
Qiao Wei said: "Don't think about it, didn't Hai Shisan go to Yeluo? Let him investigate the cause of Master Mu Qiuyang's death and see if he can find any clues."
The leader didn't like the way the eldest brother looked at Fu Xueyan, so he hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, the most urgent thing is to get the rubbings of the secret book, and I don't know if the little wizard has succeeded or not!"
…
In Changhuan Hall, the autumn wind is rustling.
The envoys of the Huns who were still singing and dancing last night were surprisingly quiet today. They were defeated by Yeluo for no other reason.
Who let the Yeluo people use them in the first place? They have been holding a sigh of relief in their hearts, Yeluo's defeat, they are almost overjoyed.
It's just that it's good to be happy in your heart, and it's better to be low-key and sad on the surface.
The eldest disciple entered the Hall of Changhuan and walked into the main courtyard where they lived. Several patrolling disciples stepped forward and greeted him: "Eldest brother!"
The eldest disciple responded with a normal look, and said to several people: "I just went outside to buy some wound medicine, how is the master?"
A disciple said: "Brother, Master, the old man's condition is not very good. The imperial physician from Daliang came and prescribed some medicine to treat internal injuries."
"Where's the medicine?" asked the eldest disciple.
The disciple replied: "In the kitchen, just boil it, it will take a while to get better."
The eldest disciple said solemnly: "I'm going to make the medicine, you stay in the courtyard, and no one is allowed to come in without my order."
"yes!"
A few people gave way to the eldest disciple, and the eldest disciple went to the kitchen. It was already evening when a bowl of soup was boiled. He poured the soup into the bowl, and removed every tiny dregs of the medicine. , Then, with the medicine bowl on the tray, I went to the house of the national teacher.
He knocked on the door: "Master, it's me, I came in."
Inside, there was no response.
He gently pushed open the door, and a faint smell of gold sore medicine came to his nostrils.
The imperial physicians in Daliang were no more than that, they didn't dare to give people medicine for tigers and wolves, and they used warm prescriptions, but the situation of the national teacher, how can a little golden sore medicine be cured
Even including this bowl of recovery soup, it would have little effect.
"Master." The eldest disciple came to the bed, looked at the unconscious national teacher on the bed, put down the bowl, and helped the national teacher up, "Master, take medicine."
In one day, the national teacher seemed to have aged ten years, his face was pale and haggard, he probably didn't hear his words, and he hardly responded when he gave the medicine.
After feeding a bowl of medicine, the eldest disciple was sweating all over his body.
The national teacher's clothes inevitably spilled a few drops of medicine, in fact, just wipe it off, but the eldest disciple insisted on changing him into dry clothes.
"Master."
The eldest disciple called softly.
The national teacher fell asleep weakly.
The eldest disciple tucked in the quilt for him, walked gently to the closet, and put his hands on a big mahogany box.
His heart was pounding, and his breathing was disordered because of his guilty conscience.
He looked back at the national teacher and saw that the national teacher was still in a deep sleep, so he bravely opened the box.
There is a pile of clothes in the box, and another box is under the clothes, and when the box is opened, it is a silver box.
The silver box was locked, but he knew where the key was.
He tiptoed to the bedside, took out a key from under the state teacher's pillow, and opened the silver box.
There were a few rubbing secrets in the silver box, he counted them one by one, there were nine in total, each one heavy, it should be the Nine Layer Nine Yang Palm.
He put the secret book on the table, spread out the white paper, and began to copy.
Boom boom boom!
There was a knock on the door.
The eldest disciple was so frightened that his hands shook, and the tip of his pen jumped out, drawing a long mark on the written secret book.
He stabilized his mind and asked, "What's the matter?"
The person outside the door said: "Brother, dinner is ready."
The eldest disciple said in the same tone as usual: "You guys eat first, and I will accompany Master for a while before coming over."
"Yes, big brother."
The people outside the door left.
The first disciple heaved a long sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat off his forehead with his sleeve, and frowned fiercely as he looked at the secret book that had been copied for a long time but was ruined in one stroke!
He burned the copybook and took out a new blank paper.
I thought I would be able to accomplish it this time, but as soon as I wrote a word, there was a gust of wind blowing from the corridor.
The martial arts practitioner's intuition told him that someone was coming!
He didn't care about copying, and hurriedly put the secret book back into the silver box. Because of his panic, a page of the secret book floated down and floated under the table.
He bent down to pick it up, but the man had already reached the door and began to push the door open.
With a twitch between his eyebrows, he closed the box and stuffed it back into the box!
A gloomy and chilly breath slowly penetrated through the gap in the door.
He stood in front of the national teacher's bed for a few seconds, staring at the direction of the door, but for some reason, before the door was completely opened, he hid under the bed in a strange way!
The door opened, and a ray of cool moonlight slanted on the floor. From the perspective of the eldest disciple, he happened to be able to see a shadow falling on the ground, but only for a moment, the door closed again.
The man walked slowly towards the bed, his footsteps were very light, when a person's internal strength reached a certain level, his steps would be quieter than ordinary people.
The eldest disciple wanted to see who the other party was, but he only saw the hem of a cloak, which was almost hanging on the ground, even covering his shoes.
Under the strong medicinal fragrance, there seems to be a pleasant fragrance floating, vague and unreal.
The man stopped before the bed.
The eldest disciple didn't know whether the opponent was an enemy or a friend, so he quietly touched the dagger at his waist.
However, he waited under the bed for a long time, but he didn't wait for the other party to start killing.
The other party just stood quietly in front of the bed, as if he was looking at the national teacher, and he seemed to be looking at the whole room.
After a while, the man spoke slowly: "It's in vain that I tried my best to help you, but you were defeated. I told you that the Ji family is not easy to deal with, right?"
The eldest disciple was taken aback when he heard the words.
The man continued: "If you lose, you will lose. Even the blood moon bow has been confiscated. You are really worthy of your master."
The eldest disciple frowned, the Blood Moon Bow was really replaced by the Ji family? !
The man said again: "It was agreed at the beginning, if you win, I will not interfere in the grievances between you and the Ji family; but if you lose, the rubbings of the secret book will be mine, and I am here to get the rubbings."
After that, the man left the bed and came to the closet.
The eldest disciple heard the sound of the box and the silver box being opened.
It was also at this time that the eldest disciple swept his eyes and saw a rubbing under the table.
His heart instantly rose to his throat!
"Huh? Why is one missing?" the man muttered.
This secret book is complete, if one is missing, it can only mean that it has been tampered with.
And there are no more than three people in the world who can move the things of the national teacher, and in today's Changhuan Palace, there is only one big disciple left.
The eldest disciple trembled in fear.
The man walked towards the bed step by step. I don't know if it was because of a guilty conscience. The eldest disciple always felt that he was about to be discovered. At this moment, a disciple's communication voice sounded outside the door: "Eldest brother, prime minister!" Madame begged to see her, she said she was here to treat Master's injuries!"
The man stopped in his steps, snorted coldly, put on the secret book, sacrificed a red water chestnut, opened the window, and jumped out.
…
When Qiao Wei came to the house of the national teacher, the person had already disappeared, and even the scent left in the air was blown away by the night wind.
The eldest disciple welcomed Qiao Wei in: "Are you here to heal my master?"
Qiao Wei put the medicine box on the table: "How is it possible? I came to see if you got the things. I'm afraid things will change if it's too late."
The eldest disciple did not speak.
Qiao Wei looked at him with a strange look, and her face sank: "I won't be the one right? I really didn't get it?"
The eldest disciple cleared his throat: "If you get it, you get it, it's just..."
"What's the matter?" Qiao Wei looked at him coldly.
"I didn't get all of them." The eldest disciple finished silently, and handed the only remaining page of rubbings to Qiao Wei.
Qiao Wei took a look in her hand, and said seriously: "Although I can't understand Ye Luowen, is the weight too small? Are you sure that the entire secret book is on this piece of paper?"
"I originally got all of them, but..." the eldest disciple hesitated to speak, this kind of thing should not be told to an outsider, but it is related to the life of the national teacher, so he still bit the bullet and said what just happened.
Qiao Wei was not calm anymore: "Your master still has accomplices?!"
"Don't make your words so harsh, that person didn't do anything, he just reminded me that Master Ji's family is difficult to deal with." Fearing that Qiao Wei would not let go, she didn't catch her breath, and continued on Said, "The man took away all the rubbings in the box, leaving only the eighth layer."
Qiao Wei is not so easy to be led by the nose: "You didn't do anything, you don't believe it yourself!"
The eldest disciple cleared his throat and said, "You just say whether this page is useful to you or not?"
They already have six layers of secret books in their hands, and there is only seven to eighty-nine gaps. Strictly speaking, this page of rubbings is exactly what they need.
The eldest disciple looked at his words and said: "Is it useful? Then... this is just as if I paid a deposit, will it work? You give me time, and I will definitely recover the rest of the secrets for you."
It's good for him to be able to chase after him, but this is Daliang after all, and the Ji family may chase faster if they make a move.
Qiao Wei asked: "What does that person look like? What is his last name, and what are his characteristics?"
The eldest disciple thought for a while and said: "I don't see his appearance clearly, and his identity is not very clear, I only know that the man's voice is somewhat indistinguishable, and his weapon is a red water chestnut."