Tsing Yi Ke said: "But I think, this alone is not enough to convince you that Chen Changsheng is the murderer."
Bie Yanghong said: "That's right, the breath of the mysterious frost dragon cannot be faked, so until just now I still thought that His Majesty the Pope did this."
The Tsing Yi guest asked: "Then how do you confirm that I killed your son, or that it was my fault?"
Hearing this, there was an uproar on the cliff.
Some people had vaguely guessed that this might be a conspiracy against the Pope, but they were still shocked to hear Tsing Yi Ke admit it himself.
"The reason why I became suspicious was because someone showed me something on the way up the mountain."
Bie Changhong waved his hand, and several pieces of paper floated out from his sleeves, quietly suspended in the surrounding air, and were blown by the mountain wind, making a rustling sound.
Those papers were blank papers, and on them were drawings someone had made with charcoal.
The lines in those paintings are not complicated, but the details are very rich.
In the first painting, there is an alley, an ancient locust tree, and a young man.
The young man's face was drawn so vividly that his two eyebrows seemed to fly up, just like a real person.
Looking at the young man in the painting, pain appeared on his unusually red face.
The alley and Guhuai are the corners of Hanqiu City, and the young man is his son Bie Tianxin.
In the second painting, there is a chariot. When the painter was writing, there should have been a gust of wind that lifted a corner of the curtain.
It was supposed to be a glimpse, but under the charcoal pen of the painter, it became a static and unchanging record.
There is a beautiful and proud girl in the car window, and a guest in Tsing Yi wearing a copper mask.
It was the guest in green on Yaping today.
In the rest of the paintings, the content is different, such as the river waterfall outside Hanqiu City, such as young men and women walking side by side.
Each painting is an extremely accurate record, and one can clearly know what Bie Tianxin did and who he met in those few days.
When Bie Tianxin died, these records became clues.
The guest in Tsing Yi looked at those paintings and was silent for a long time, then suddenly asked: "Do you believe in these paintings?"
Bie Yanghong said: "I believe in the person who painted the picture, but I'm still only half-believing. The real proof is that you show up in the end."
"Thinking about it now, I was indeed unwise to take action today, but if you hadn't aroused suspicion, you wouldn't have made a decision so quickly. I still had a chance to kill Chen Changsheng and leave. Thinking about it this way, I was still defeated by this painter. "
The guest in Tsing Yi looked at those paintings, frowned and said, "I claim that I have the abacus in my hands, and no one can break this situation, but I never thought that all my whereabouts would fall into the eyes of this person, and I don't know who can spy on me in the dark." For a long time, but I didn't find out."
Bie Yanghong said: "Mr. Qiushan."
The guest in Tsing Yi was slightly taken aback, a little unexpected.
Hearing this name, the crowd on the cliff flat became commotion.
Qiushan Jun is certainly a celebrity, but he has been missing for five years, and many people have almost forgotten his existence.
No one thought that when he reappeared, he would have already done such a great thing.
Hearing this, Bai Cai was even more surprised, looked at Gou Hanshi and said, "Elder brother? What's going on here?"
Gou Hanshi shook his head, expressing his ignorance.
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Beside the mountain stream under the Holy Maiden Peak, the smell of grilled fish wafted farther and farther away, and the rustling sound in the woods was getting closer and closer, and some daring beasts had even poked their heads out.
Qiu Shanjun tore off a piece of fish meat and threw it over, then turned around and said, "Father, it's useless for you to stop me here."
Patriarch Qiushan took the grilled fish in his hand, took two bites, and said triumphantly, "Don't try to lie to me."
Qiu Shanjun said helplessly: "Really, you are late, I have already met Mr. Bie just now."
The Qiushan family insisted, not knowing what to say.
If it was someone else, or would think otherwise, Red would not believe you just because of your few words, but he is the father of Mr. Qiushan, and he knows that his son has a very good reputation. The most important thing is that his son has always acted carefully. There must be other means of speaking.
Patriarch Qiushan asked a little uneasy: "How sure are you?"
Qiu Shanjun said: "After all, there is no direct evidence, and it involves the murder of a son. I think Bie Yanghong believes me three points at most."
Patriarch Qiushan felt relieved a little, and said, "It's okay, I hope there will be no accidents."
Qiu Shanjun said: "If Tsing Yi Ke can't help but make a move today, three points will become nine points."
Patriarch Qiushan's expression was slightly stern, and he said: "If I were him, I would never go to the Saintess Peak today, let alone make a move."
Qiu Shanjun said: "The Qingyi guest's realm is unfathomable, and his actions are ruthless, but when it comes to strategy, he can't bear to be far away from his father. Besides, this is the Saintess Peak after all. Chen Changsheng must have a way, and Wang Po may also come. Yes, he might really make a move."
Although he praised himself quite a lot in his words, Patriarch Akiyama's mood still sank.
According to Qiu Shanjun, if the Tsing Yi guest made a move, Bie Yanghong would definitely be suspicious, and by then Chen Changsheng might really survive.
Patriarch Qiushan gave him a resentful look, and said, "If the matter has come to this, then we have to think of other ways."
Mr. Qiushan asked puzzledly, "What else do you want to do?"
Patriarch Qiushan cheered himself up, and said: "If it is true as you said, let's just wait for this matter, and of course we must publicize your achievements."
Mr. Qiu Shan said helplessly: "Today, I accompanied you to roast a few fish by the stream, what merits are there?"
Patriarch Qiushan said seriously: "Have you ever thought about it, if Daxizhou's conspiracy succeeds, His Majesty the Pope will die unjustly, and more importantly, after the other red couple kills the Pope, it will inevitably lead to chaos in the world, and the demons will inevitably invade. It must be precarious, and now all this will not happen because of you."
Qiu Shanjun said: "This logic sounds a little strange."
Patriarch Qiushan became more and more excited as he spoke, and said loudly, "What's wrong? Son, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that you are the savior of my human race!"
Qiu Shanjun said helplessly: "Father, this is too exaggerated."
Patriarch Qiushan said: "What do you know? Can you be sure that my previous deduction will not become a reality."
Qiu Shanjun suddenly fell silent.
The fish in the stream are silently avoiding into the distance.
The beasts in the woods did not know where they went.
After an unknown amount of time, Mr. Qiushan spoke.
He looked into Patriarch Akiyama's eyes and asked earnestly, "Father, since you also know that those inferences may be true, why did you do this?"
This conspiracy is a conspiracy against the state religion and Chen Changsheng.
The people who carried out this conspiracy were Tsing Yi Ke and Mu Jiu Shi from Daxizhou.
But everyone knew that the imperial court must have known about this beforehand, but they didn't know how deeply they were involved.
Qiushan Jun is very sure that his father must be an insider.
Listening to the question, Patriarch Akiyama was also silent for a long time.
In the end, he still didn't answer Qiu Shanjun's question.
He stood up, touched Qiu Shanjun's head, and left the stream.