"Palace Master Huang, aren't you in retreat? Why do you come to see me when you have time?"
Yan Song looked at Huang Shang strangely, who was brought to him by Feng Zhuoyu, and asked in confusion.
But there was a bad premonition rising in my heart: Did something happen to Tang Ruyue?
"Yan Song, I have something to ask you. Where were you from last night to this morning?"
Yan Song was surprised: "I have been in the cave, Zhuoyu knows."
Huang Shang looked at Feng Zhuoyu, but Feng Zhuoyu shook his head: "Old Yan, I went to see my grandfather last night and was not in the cave."
"Well, have you visited your grandpa? Why didn't I know? He seems to be still old." Yan Song sighed.
"So, no one could prove you yesterday that you were in the cave all the time?" Huang Shang asked.
Yan Song sighed: "If Feng Zhuoyu can't prove it for me, then I can't prove it. However, since I found my apprentice, I have been living in the back mountain and don't go out to socialize with others. I don't usually have to
People prove it.”
Huang Shang, who didn't like to be verbose, took out his fan: "Mr. Yan, is this fan yours?"
Yan Song felt strange: "Let me see, how come my fan appears in your hand?"
Huang Shang sighed: "Last night, Feng Song, the master of the front hall of the Medicine Hall, was knocked out of martial arts and severely injured. His meridians were severed and he is still unconscious."
Yan Song listened, and his face became a little gloating: "Really? Isn't that just like Jin Changxiu, the law of heaven is clear."
However, he immediately became nervous again: "Who did it?" It couldn't be Tang Ruyue, right?
Huang Shang pointed to the fan in her hand: "This fan was found at the scene."
Yan Song opened his mouth wide and couldn't close it for a long time. He pointed at his nose: "Do you suspect that I was the one who destroyed Feng Song? What kind of skill is Feng Song? What kind of skill am I? I fell to the innate level.
Can a useless person of the seventh level cripple his martial arts skills, severely injure Feng Song, who is a seventh-level congenital? His meridians are severed, and he is as unconscious as Jin Changxiu?"
Huang Shang also felt that it was a bit unreasonable to put Feng Song's matter on Yan Song, but the sect leader's intention was to find the murderer on him.
"You'd better go to the execution hall with me first."
Yan Song looked at her seriously: "You should know that I went to the Medicine Hall to guard the gate to find a successor, but I never found one. I used to like to bring this fan with me because I always felt upset and uneasy.
Fan Kai makes me feel hot and bothered, but since I found Tang Ruyue as my apprentice, my heart has calmed down. I have also made arrangements for this fan, and I haven’t carried it with me for a year.
You said, if I really went to kill someone, would I deliberately bring a fan that I haven't used for a year and leave it at the scene?"
Huang Shang sighed: "Mr. Yan, there are no clues at the scene. There is only your fan. Tell me. If I don't take you to the torture hall, who will I take? Please cooperate with our work and just go there.
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Yan Song let out a long sigh and said, "Okay, I'll tell Feng Zhuoyu and I'll go with you."
He didn't go out. He just sat there and called out: "Feng Zhuoyu."
Feng Zhuoyu came over: "Elder, what can I do for you?"
Yan Song looked at Feng Zhuoyu without saying anything until Feng Zhuoyu was at a loss, and then he said, "Feng Zhuoyu, you have been with me for four years, right?"
"Yes, elder." Feng Zhuoyu didn't know why Yan Song asked.