A leisurely city for solo travelers

Chapter 190

Fang Xian murmured silently: "It shouldn't be... Zhou Zhiruo started to practice the "Nine Yin Manual", how could he die so easily? The incident happened two days ago, it was too late for Cheng Kun to act, there was only a possibility It's Yue Buqun... Could it be that he's already so powerful..."

Song Yuanqiao sighed: "Qingshu and I watched all night, but we didn't feel anything strange. I'm ashamed to say that this assassin's kung fu...is already at its peak."

Fang Xian wanted to say something, but stopped talking.

Seeing this, Zhang Sanfeng only waved his hands: "My friend, it's okay, the disciples who came here this time are all my disciples who have been with me for more than ten years, you can rest assured."

Fang Xian thought about it for a while, and then said: "Hey... my ancient tomb sect's "Nine Yin Scriptures" is not complete. I heard that Teacher Guo Xiang in Emei has passed down a part, which makes you pay close attention to Zhou Zhiruo. But..."

People with discerning eyes are stunned when they hear this.

The so-called discerning people are the rest of the people except the Wudang heroes and Song Qingshu. In front of them, Zhang Sanfeng still pretended that Fang Xian was his little friend in the world.

At this moment, Song Yuanqiao's expression changed most wonderfully - first stunned, then shocked, and then cool.

Obviously, this was for Song Qingshu alone, and Fang Xian only lied to one person in front of everyone.

Song Qingshu really didn't know what was going on, he just asked: "Can the Nine Yin Scriptures in the ancient tomb be incomplete?"

"Originally it was complete, but it has been more than 100 years. People in my ancient tomb have strange natures and don't like to take care of these things. Unfortunately, half of the "Nine Yin Manual" left by Yang Yelong's milk was eaten by rats. " Fang Xian's expression was very regrettable, "This also made me incomplete, and I stopped in the realm, so I wanted to try the water of Emei."

Song Qingshu asked again: "Brother Zhang, you have passed the internal force out of the body and reached the state of internal force entering the body, are you still imprisoned by the Nine Yin Manual?"

"Cough... In our realm, we want to gain the best in martial arts in the world." Fang Xian coughed, and looked at Mr. Zhang, "That's how I got acquainted with Master Zhang back then. At that time, we discussed a lot of kung fu and practiced Tai Chi for a while."

Zhang Sanfeng understood, he doesn't like to lie, but this is true, so he echoed: "It's true, my little friend's kung fu also made me realize a little bit."

"..." Song Qingshu pondered for a while, and it made sense in this way. If he is a disciple of the Ancient Tomb Sect, he is worthy of Zhang Sanfeng's respect. He finally asked, "Brother Zhang... the ancient tomb should be the descendant of the Yang family." Man, why is your surname Zhang not Yang or Long?"

"This is your nonsense. It's all because the Yang family is born with a bunch of mentally retarded? Do you think I am mentally retarded? It is said that Yang Cheng, the fifth generation descendant of Yang Guo, took me into the tomb just after my former master was displaced. , More than 20 years have passed..." Fang Xian really looked thoughtful, thinking about that giant face like a goose egg in his mind.

"So that's it... I also asked why you are so interested in Zhou Zhiruo, now it's clear." Song Qingshu seemed to be solving a riddle, and then felt that his emotions were wrong, and began to feel sad again, "It's a pity... Zhiruo has already..."

Song Qingshu was a problematic young man, and suddenly asked: "Brother Zhang, why are you still with Wuji in Guangmingding?"

Fang Xian has scolded this guy a thousand times in his heart, but his face is still awe-inspiring: "Haha, Brother Song, you don't know something. My master Yang Chengang has a younger brother. Who do you think he is?"

Everyone scanned the hall, and finally their eyes fell on Yang Xiao.

Yang Xiao also scolded Fang Xian thousands of times in his heart, but he suppressed his emotions on his face and just shook his head.

"Hey... I can't hide it. Zhang Si is actually my nephew. Recently, I felt something was wrong, so I called this unworthy nephew to come to help."

Fang Xian scolded Yang Xiao a thousand times in his heart: "Uncle is really good at talking."

Song Qingshu's brain couldn't sort out the chaotic relationship network for a while, so he stopped asking.

Zhang Sanfeng also felt that the atmosphere was weird, so he got up and said with a smile: "Since there is no fighting here, we will retreat first, it's really uncomfortable that Wudang Mountain is always empty."

"You old man, chat with me!" Zhang Wuji was unwilling, "I made a breakthrough last night, when I recover, maybe I can fight with you!"

"You little red guy is in full swing!" Zhang Sanfeng laughed and waved at the rest of the Wudang disciples naturally, "You go back first, my father and I will compete here for two days. You stay, Yuanqiao, and you need someone to take care of you. on."

"Yes……"

As a result, the Wudang heroes seemed to have made a trip in vain. They were all upset after just being notified of a piece of news.

Naturally again, Zhang Wuji called Zhang Sanfeng, Zhang Si, Song Yuanqiao and Yang Xiao to discuss in the secret path together, saying it was quiet.

As soon as he entered the secret passage, Song Yuanqiao couldn't hold back his anger and said, "You doubt my son?"

Fang Xian said coldly: "It's not just suspicion, if it wasn't for Song Daxia's face, I'm afraid I would have forced him to question him just now."

Song Yuanqiao was taken aback by this arrogance, and asked blankly, "You've been here all along, where did you get the suspicion?"

"Intuition." Fang Xian snorted.

Song Yuanqiao: "..."

Zhang Wuji: "As expected of a big brother, you are so overbearing!"

Zhang Sanfeng: "Not good..."

Yang Xiao: "My nephew..."

"No, no, everyone, listen to me, lying is an art." Fang Xian explained as he walked, "Most of us in the martial arts are stupid and not good at words, and our lying level is much worse than ours. For example, we There is a guy named *** over there, who can bullshit in front of billions of people for several years, his face does not change color and his heart beats, and he still stands upright after lying through it. point."

Song Yuanqiao was naturally dissatisfied: "Tell me, what's wrong with Qingshu?"

"He has problems everywhere." Fang Xian waved his fingers, "One, you know his habit, he spends the whole night in the women's dormitory, wandering between Zhou Zhiruo's dormitory and the latrine, how could he find the dead person at noon? Two, The long sword passed through the chest, and everything else was fine. Even if it passed through the heart, Zhou Zhiruo would die after a while. This time was enough to scream, but there was no trace of struggling to strangle his neck and cover his mouth at all. Obvious."

"There are three more, and the most crucial point." Fang Xian stared at Song Yuanqiao, "What would you do if the person you loved most was killed?"

"..." Song Yuanqiao was stunned for a moment, unable to speak for a moment.

"Revenge." Yang Xiao answered for him, "This revenge is enough to cost one's life."

"That's right." Fang Xian glanced at everyone, "Anyone of you, if your daughter-in-law is killed, the first reaction will definitely not be to travel more than 1000 miles to Guangmingding to report the funeral, but to track down the murderer like crazy. And Song Qingshu , but it was as if he wanted to quickly let us know that Zhou Zhiruo was dead. There was only deliberate sadness in his mood, without any trace of hatred. I just deliberately didn't bring up the topic of tracking down the murderer, and he didn't ask if this was normal."

Yang Xiao suddenly realized: "It's enlightening! After I don't regret my death, I only want to kill Cheng Kun with my hands... how can I have such a thing as being abolished."

"Uncle, you have the same heart and mind at such an age, let alone Song Qingshu, who is full of vitality and deeply infatuated with?"

Everyone was silent for a while. Although there was no evidence, it seemed that this was the case. Fang Xian's reasons were irrefutable.

Song Yuanqiao leaned against the wall paralyzed, his whole soul seemed to be drained: "Why...why did he lie..."

"Obviously, this kid has defected to the enemy again." Fang Xian decided not to show any mercy to Daxia Song, "Old Song, Master Zhang gave Song Qingshu a chance, and I gave him a chance too. Betrayed in the face of desire..."

Song Yuanqiao sighed, smiled wryly and drew his sword resolutely: "I will do it myself."

"There is no rush." ​​Fang Xian said, "Preliminary inference is that Yue Buqun used some method to get him, and then came to try to find out my identity and movements. Obviously they have begun to doubt me... There is no way, recent things have been too... I was nervous and had to show up frequently.”

"Then what should we do next, big brother?" This kind of question must be asked by Zhang Wuji.

"Time is running out, we must find Yu Yan's whereabouts quickly..." Fang Xian's eyes were full of confidence, "Based on their urine properties, the place where the hostages are imprisoned must meet two conditions..."

"Which two?" It was Zhang Wuji again.

"First, it must be in the most unexpected place. For example, Zhang Wuji is at Guangmingding. Second, there must be many experts in that place. Even without deliberately guarding it, it is difficult to break in. It is also Guangmingding. If it weren't for the chaos last night, I'm afraid I would It's not that easy to enter the secret room... I was almost crushed by Yang Xiao and Fan Yao when I first came in..."

"Satisfying these two points..." Yang Xiao raised his eyebrows, that was Bingxue's cleverness——

He and Zhang Sanfeng said almost in unison——

"Shaolin Temple!"

Fang Xian nodded: "Since Cheng Kun came in with a miserable cry, then Yuyan must be in Shaolin, there is no more suitable place than that. There are no women in Shaolin Temple, which is satisfying the unexpected; Shaolin Temple is full of old monks, satisfying many masters. Now...they don't know that Tian Boguang has returned, they only think that a Condor Hero rushed out to make trouble. Guangming's rescue of Zhang Wuji can also be understood as an accident caused by Zhao Min, so Yuyan is safe for the time being. But we don't have much time, Sooner or later they will find out that something is wrong, and sooner or later they will transfer the hostages."

Zhang Sanfeng scratched his beard and struggled: "Break into Shaolin... It's too difficult, too difficult. The three old monks of the Duzi generation joined hands, but they exist shoulder to shoulder with me, not to mention Cheng Kun, the abbot, and There are so many disciples in Lin..."

"Mr. Zhang." Fang Xian asked, "Do you think it's more difficult for us to break in, or sneak in?"

"If closed breathing and lightness kung fu are strong, it is naturally easier to sneak in." Zhang Sanfeng shook his head again, "I'm afraid you are still a little bit worse. With your current good fortune, you will definitely be discovered. I am not good at lightness kung fu. Besides, As the head of Wudang, it is not easy for me to do this."

"Then prepare with both hands." Fang Xian is going to move all his friends out. He has been in the rivers and lakes for so long, and it is not a problem to find a group of thugs to fight in groups. "I will call Gusu Murong, White Camel Villa, Five Sacred Sword Pai, Sun Moon God Sect, plus our Ming Sect and Wudang..."

Thinking about the mighty lineup, Fang Xian had already begun to be intoxicated with his organizational skills: "Fuck, once so many brothers come, ten Shaolin will be fucked."

Zhang Sanfeng thought for a while, then said very calmly: "If you can not fight, then don't fight, if you want to fight, then fight to the death."

(End of this chapter)