At that time, he was inspecting around Sichuan. There were a total of eight disciples guarding him, and all the interrogations had been completed before dawn.

In the morning snow hall, where the morning was just dewy, the body covered with white cloth was lying in the middle of the room. The officials of the three families were ranked second by age and qualifications. I wish the star to sit in Hua Ruohong and the couple have a clear status.

Feng Rugu faced the corpse, took a sip of tea, and muttered with satisfaction: "This sinking water can not only be used to refine alchemy and make tea, but also has a good flavor."

Hua Ruohong's body approached, and he was quite anxious: "Yun Zhongjun worked hard all night, but what did you find?"

"Master Ruyi and I went to Qingping Mansion." Feng Rugu also followed his appearance and approached Hua Ruhong's direction. "What's wrong with Hua Zhang? The letter to inform Su Ping's father of critical condition was forged."

Yan Wufu saw his frivolous behavior and said coldly: "Yun Zhongjun, this is my disciple's mourning hall, not your 'silent water flowing deep' backyard, please be more solemn."

“Forgery?”

As soon as he heard this keyword, Hua Ruohong's eyes were bright, and even he forgot to drink Ji Yan Wufu's rudeness to Yun Zhongjun: "Okay, it's really Su Ping, who is in the inside and outside, colluding with the Tang swordsman. Seeing that Feng Lichuan was gone, he couldn't escape. The Tang swordsman thought of such a trick and took him out..."

Feng Rugu asked back: "If it were the Huazhangshi who was the swordsman, if he used this trick to take him out, would he slaughter him immediately and throw him into the sinking water nearby, or would he kill him again every day, and he must put the corpse next to Jianchuan in a bold manner and wait for everyone to chase him?"

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the people present changed at the same time.

I wish the star put down the teacup that had already reached the lips, took the handkerchief, and wiped his mouth.

Feng Rugu had no grudges and took another sip of tea.

Hua Ruohong Ai Ai: "This... this is a demonstration. He is against Yun Zhongjun and against the three families of Jianchuan..."

"Well. It's very reasonable." Feng Rugu said suddenly, "When the disciple was killed, the Hua Zheng happened to go to visit Sichuan. Have you ever seen the demonstrators?"

Hua Ruohong's limbs tensed up in an instant, but soon relaxed: "Yes, I had gone out to Sichuan to inspect, but I only turned around roughly and did not investigate in depth."

Feng Rugu confirmed: "When I passed by Linzi, I didn't go in and took a look?"

Hua Ruohong coughed: "Yes."

Yan Wufu said angrily: "Then you're just a big shot, you're just so full that you're going out for a walk."

Before Hua Ruohong could retort, Feng Rugu waved his hand: "Hey, Hua Zheng may not be full. According to the disciple's instructions, before Hua Zheng went to Sichuan for inspection, he invited me to a dinner... It's strange, Hua Zheng, everyone said that the master would be at the guest's side. Yesterday I investigated it for a whole day and was extremely tired. And I have never liked to give people face. You should know that you have used lunch with me. I have told my disciple that I don't want to go, but you insist on forcing me. It's really enthusiastic."

Hua Ruohong's face gradually became less beautiful: "Yun Zhongjun, what do you mean?"

"What do I mean?"

"You..." Hua Ruohong's tone was raised, and he realized something was wrong, so he lowered his voice a little, "This is a life lawsuit, life is at stake! Why do you have to hold a gun and stick and target me everywhere? If you don't need to beat around the bush, just say it straight!"

Who would have thought that Feng Rugu put the tea cover on the teacup, and the edges hit each other, making a crisp porcelain sound: "Okay, since the flower secretary requested this, I will just say it."

"As soon as the body was transported back, I ordered all the disciples who were inspecting outside Sichuan at that time to be detained separately, and left them alone. First, to make them think randomly and make me ask questions; second, the three families have already had enemies and were detained together. In an environment where they were depressed, they were in the same room as their enemies, which would inevitably arouse their desire to protect their shortcomings. At that time, each family would be afraid that they would not be able to tell the truth; third... I was waiting for someone to visit."

Flowers change color briskly.

Feng Rugu used a soft fan of light Luo and gently tapped his palm: "I said that Jianchuan is very wonderful, and it is an absolute closed place for the outside world. Not to mention why the Tang swordsman had a mind that had to risk all the difficulties and risk killing people here. Everyone entering and leaving Jianchuan must come and go from the bridge, leaving traces after geese passing by, which is irrefutable."

"When I ordered the detention of those disciples who were on duty at the Sichuan border when the incident happened, Hua Zhengshi responded the most. First, I asked me if I suspected that my disciple had committed the crime, and then signaled me to leave Jianchuan and pursue the Tang swordsman. After the disciple was detained, Zhu sent his disciples to investigate, which was understandable. You actually came in person and asked where the person was locked up, saying that you wanted to ask about the situation at that time. Of course, we borrowed the Feihuamen territory to detain those disciples. You came here in person to show your importance. But later, my family asked Hua Zhengshi whom he wanted to find. When he heard that all the disciples were detained separately, Hua Zhengshi said a few "Thank you" and went embarrassedly."

Feng Rugu looked directly into Hua Ruohong's eyes: "Dare you asking about Hua Zhang, are you going to find the disciple guarding the bridge who saw you cross the river? Why are you looking for him?"

Zhu Xing saw that her husband was sweating coldly when asked, and showed a moment of regret that he was so disappointed that he said, "Yun Zhongjun, my husband..."

Feng Rugu slapped his finger and interrupted Zhu Mingxing: "What I want to hear is Hua Zhangshi. I know that the wife is the person in charge of the Hua family Mingquan, but please shut up for the time being if you are idle."

Zhu Xing gritted his teeth and his expression was a little worse.

She had no idea when this useless thing ran out of Sichuan!

Isn’t this just a waste of trouble?!

Hua Ruohong was not good at wisdom, Zhu Xing could not help, and Zhu Ming Dynasty, Yan Wufu and the others were staring at each other, anxious and forced a smile: "I... I did leave Sichuan at that time, and I was afraid that the disaster would cause me at this moment, so I wanted to explain a few words, asking this disciple not to ask me to confess, just as I had never seen me at that time... I did not do well and had selfish thoughts. Please forgive me."

After saying this, he let out a breath, as if he was grateful for his urgent wisdom.

Feng Rugu closed his eyes: "It's reasonable. Then..."

Just as he was about to speak, Zhu Mingchao, who was standing beside him, interjected lightly: "It's not just him. At that time, I'm not in Kawara."

——This woman really knows how to judge the situation. Seeing that the situation is not good, she immediately confessed that she had gone out.

There were indeed disciples who witnessed Zhu Ming Dynasty going out, but when she was honest, she took the initiative.

Feng Rugu asked with a smile: "Parents and Hua Zheng went to visit Sichuan together?"

"No. I went out to wait for someone on purpose." Zhu Mingchao's tone was faint, but his words were shocking. "I guessed that the letter might be fake, so I left Sichuan in the afternoon and waited on Su Ping's must-pass road, wanting to bribe him, let him leave Jianchuan, hide his name, and never come back."

Feng Rugu raised his eyebrows and looked at him like a pair of eyes.

This move is poisonous enough.

If what she said was true and the price was enough to make Su Ping betray the Qingshuang Sect, then the suspect who colluded with outsiders suddenly disappeared and Yan Wufu, who had let him go out of Sichuan, could no longer take down the blame.

Yan Wufu sneered: "You can do it quickly."

Zhu Ming Dynasty was at peace: "I have nothing to do. I am dead and my plan is useless. Of course, if he doesn't agree and insists on going back, I don't mind killing him."

Zhu Xingxing said coldly: "If you kill him, your purpose will be achieved faster."

Zhu Mingchao looked at this sister who always turned her elbows out at critical moments without blinking her eyes: "Just as I said just now, if I do it, I will do it more thoroughly, sink him into Jianchuan, and tell him to never see the light of heaven."

Feng Rugu waved his hand and signaled to the others to be quiet: "Zhu Zheng, what will happen later?"

"Later, I stayed in the forest for a while and felt that I had a great goal to walk around here. Besides, Su Ping may not be proficient in sword control. It is not good enough to get back. It may take several hours to get back. In order to avoid people's eyes, I rushed to the nearest Jianchuan City to wait. Who would have thought that as soon as I arrived in Jianchuan City, I had not finished drinking a cup of tea, and I saw a warning fireworks in Jianchuan. I knew something was wrong in the Sichuan area and rushed back."

"Who can testify?"

"I was in the forest and there was Hua Beshuang, the third son of Feihuamen, who was testified." Zhu Ming Dynasty answered fluently, "In the city, there was a waiter from Mingqu Pavilion who testified. When he was killed, I ordered a pot of Yongchun Buddha's hand. Before he could take a sip, I hurriedly left."

Sang Luojiu, who was beside him, smiled secretly.

Her third brother is still young, and his breath-holding trick was not enough in Zhu Mingchao's eyes, but she took it for his own witness.

After lightly distinguishing Su Ping's death from him, Zhu Ming Dynasty began to defend his alliance: "Why is Yun Zhongjun so sure that he was not killed by the Tang swordsman? This person is vicious and has killed sixteen lives indiscriminately. No matter what he does, it is unpredictable."

She is related to the interests of Feihua Sect, and they have signed an agreement with Qingshuang Sect. If anyone is involved in this matter and colludes with outsiders, he will bring his sects out of Jianchuan.

Old man Yan Wufu Yan is the youngest suspect. When Su Ping was killed, he was practicing evening classes with his disciples in Qingshuang Sect and performing martial arts on the stage. He saw him at least thirty pairs of eyes and could not be faked.

If it weren't for the actions of the swordsman Tang, who had the ability to cut Su Ping's throat with one knife and without any scars, would be the only officials of the three Jianchuan families.

Although Hua Ruohong looks suspicious, Zhu Ming Dynasty still wants to protect him until the last moment.

"Why..." Feng Rugu raised his hand and pointed to the body in front of him, "It was him who told me."

Zhu Ming Dynasty was slightly surprised: "Su Ping?"

"The broken mouth between his neck was indeed injured by the Tang sword. However, there are differences in sword swords after all. Many of the habits of using swords cannot be changed on the sword path."

Yan Wufu soon understood: "Yun Zhongjun said that my disciple died under the sword of a man who is good at swordsman?"

Hua Ruohong had some doubts and stood up to take off the white cloth to check.

Feng Rugu unfolded his fan with a whistle, pressing on the white cloth, smiling like a spring breeze: "Flower palm, I've watched it in advance, how boring?"

Hua Ruohong's face was pale: "Yun Zhongjun...what will you do?"

"The sword moves on the sword path, and the sword moves on the sword moves. There are inevitably mistakes in the transition." Feng Rugu turned the jade fan spear that Sang Luojiu bought for him, stood up, clapped his hands and summoned Luo Fuchun, who had been waiting outside the hall, and asked him to bring in three wooden men who had just been cut and had similar magnitude to Su Ping. "I heard that the sword techniques of the three families are completely different, each with mystery. Feng Er had a short-sighted knowledge, so he asked the heads of the three families to take the lead and use a set of sword techniques on each of the three wooden men. Click until it is called Feng Er's knowledge. How about it?"

Yan Wufu stood up first: "It's great."

Since he took the initiative, the other two companies could not refuse.

Yan Wufu was indeed refreshing, drew his sword with ease. After one sword passed through the sky, his moves were solid and solid. The sword light was as bright as a clear river, as if it was snowing in the bright river. Each move was simple and unusual but he was steadily steadily.

What is even more valuable is that after his sword skills, the sword energy fell on the wooden man, and the wooden scars were clearly visible, but the depth of the wound was no more than half a cent, which shows that his sword skills were profound.

I wish the second time in the Ming Dynasty to draw the sword.

After all, she was young, and the Yum Sword Technique was extremely difficult to control. There were several joints of the Wood Man breaking through the sword energy, but in terms of its power, it already had the charm of swallowing Yunmeng.

Hua Ruohong stood up the last time, and he was obviously a little nervous. He danced with sword techniques until the end, and the lightness of the flying flower sword technique Lingling only used seven or eight points.

Feng Rugu passed by these three scarred wooden men one by one, and observed them carefully in turn, but he didn't know what he was looking at.

Walking to Hua Ruhong's wooden man, Feng Rugu stared at him for a long time, and suddenly laughed.

He whispered: "Feng Er has never seen the Baisheng, Qingshuang Sword Technique. But I have practiced this Feihua Sword Technique every day, and I have never slacked off for a long time."

Hua Ruohong had long hoped that Feng Rugu would praise his son in public, and to boost the sound of Feihuamen. But now when he heard the praise, he not only didn't like it, but instead felt cold and fell into the abyss of a hundred feet.

Feng Rugu smiled and said, "So, please explain why there is a sword-drawing method called "Chuihong and Wangji" missing in your flying flower sword technique?"

Hua Ruohong forced a smile and said, "Is that true?... Maybe it's because of a long time of slackness?"

Feng Rugu nodded and took a step back: "Well, then please fill in this missing trick."

Hua Ruohong condensed his spirit, took two steps forward, held the green edge sideways, lifted the energy and gathered the flow, and the sword came out like lightning—

However, this sword was not directed at the wooden man, but headed straight for Feng Rugu's face!

He knew that Feng Rugu was the leader of the sword in the Taoist sect, and he did not expect this sword to hurt him, but if he did not repel the person with the highest skill here first, he would have no chance of escaping!

Unexpectedly, Feng Rugu's reaction was unexpectedly slow. Seeing the sword's edge swept, he didn't move, and his reaction was like a normal person without spiritual power.

...He didn't move at all.

Of course, Hua Ruohong would not regard Feng Ruogu as an ordinary person.

He had planned to greet him with his sword or dodge him sideways so that he could stop him.

Could it be that he has seen through his plans, or...

With this hesitation, the sword spirit energy that was almost swept to Feng Rugu's eyelashes was swallowed by a shrill ghost song. He raised his backhand and Hua Ruohong, who rushed to the door of the hall, let out a sharp scream.

——His right arm holding the sword was chewed down by a white ghost head transformed from the sword intent, and flew ten feet away.

Looking at Hua Ruohong who fell to the ground and rolled with miserable pills on his shoulders, he saw the "sentient beings" with a fierce "image of sentient beings" in front of him. Feng Rugu finally came to his senses and muttered in a low voice: "...scared me."
Chapter completed!