"But master..." Lin Pingzhi wanted to say something, but Yue Buqun just shook his head slightly at him, signaling him to be calm. There is still a powerful enemy facing us now, so this thing cannot be touched.
...
Seeing that Yue Buqun was very insistent, Lin Pingzhi took a longing look at the cassock on Sha Tianjiang's body, and then reluctantly said: "Yes, master."
He took two steps back, but didn't want to be too far away from the cassock. He immediately stood there and looked at the cassock with excitement.
Yue Lingshan glanced at the cassock on the corpse, walked slowly to her mother, and whispered: "Mom, we all wrongly blamed Ling Jing."
Ning Zhong looked at his daughter's thin face and sighed slightly. Ever since Jing'er left Huashan, this child has never had a happy day. He doesn't know when the two children will be able to get back together again.
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She held her daughter's hand with great distress, but she felt it was cold. She knew that it had been a long time since her daughter had been out, and her hands were naturally extremely cold when the night wind blew them.
She couldn't help but feel a lot of pity in her heart, and said softly: "Silly boy, now that the "Evil Sword Manual" has been found, Jing'er is naturally innocent."
Yue Lingshan's eyes lit up and she said: "Mom, can Ling Jing return to our Huashan School? His martial arts is so high. If he helps dad, our Huashan Sect will definitely be promoted by him."
Ning Zhong glanced sideways at her husband, a hint of sadness flashed in her eyes, but she did not let her daughter see it. When she turned around, her face was already full of a gentle smile, and she said: "As long as Jing'er is willing, the Huashan Sect will always be there."
It's his home."
"Really?" Yue Lingshan's face showed joy and excitement, and she said happily: "That's great!"
"What a silly child." Ning Zhong gently brushed away a few strands of hair from his daughter's forehead, his eyes full of love, and smiled: "Do you really like Jing'er so much?"
Yue Lingshan's face turned red and she said coyly: "Mom, don't talk nonsense."
At this moment, I heard Yue Buqun pointing into the air, clasping his fists and saying loudly: "I don't know if that martial arts senior came here late at night. The leader of the Huashan Sect, Yue Buqun, begs the senior to meet him at all costs."
"Huh?" Yue Lingshan was very surprised when she heard that her father actually called someone else a senior. With her father's martial arts reputation and seniority, how many people in the world could he call a senior?
"Mom, who is daddy calling?"
Ning Zhong frowned slightly and said, "Mom doesn't know either, but your father must have discovered something." In fact, she herself also felt that there was something fishy about the deaths of Bu Chen and Sha Haitian, and she had also wondered if someone was secretly behind the scenes.
Help.
However, based on the martial arts skills of my husband and wife, I couldn't see a single clue of the man's move. I thought there shouldn't be people with such outstanding martial arts skills in the world.
In the empty night sky, only the sound of the night wind was heard, with a bit of biting chill in the wind. Yue Buqun and others stood in the courtyard. After a long time, there was no response.
"Brother, have you discovered anything?" Ning Zhongze asked her husband when no one responded.
Yue Buqun nodded lightly, walked a few steps over, and whispered: "Bu Chen and Sha Tianjiang both died from hidden weapons in their chests, and I took a closer look just now. The hidden weapons should be very thin, but hard in texture.
Moreover, the martial arts of the person who took action can only be described as "unfathomable", and the hidden weapon actually pierced the chests of two people."
"What?" Ning Zhong was horrified when she heard this. She had heard of using swords and spears to pierce a person's body, but that could only be done with the power of weapons and extraordinary skill.
However, ordinary hidden weapons, even if they are experts in using hidden weapons, cannot easily penetrate the body of a first-class master.
"Could he be a hidden weapon master from the Tang Sect in Sichuan and Chongqing?"
An idea flashed through the minds of both husband and wife. If there is any sect in the world that is best at using hidden weapons, it must be the Tang Sect far away in the southwest.
But how could the masters of the Tang Sect go to Fuzhou and appear in the Lin family's old house?
"Did that person also come here for the "Evil Sword Manual"?" Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze couldn't help but look wary on their faces. This unexperienced master had already given them tremendous pressure.
The four of them stood in the courtyard, and no one moved. After a long time, they heard a rhythmic sound of footsteps coming from a group of shadows in the northeast corner.
The footsteps were very light. Normally, no one would pay attention to such a small sound. But at this moment, in this silent night, these light footsteps seemed to step on the hearts of everyone in the courtyard.
It actually made their heartbeats beat involuntarily to the rhythm of the footsteps.
"What an amazing person!" Yue Buqun heard the footsteps in the shadow getting closer and closer, and he could vaguely see a pair of white shoes exposed in the light of the lantern.
His expression suddenly became very solemn, he slowly pulled out the long sword from his waist, and looked at the shadow in the northeast corner with a cautious expression.
"This person's aura...this feeling is..."
Yue Buqun could hardly feel any breath of that person. Even though he clearly saw that person approaching him, he could not feel his presence at all.
Judging from his more than ten years of cultivation in the "Zixia Divine Art", this is simply appalling. Even the most top-notch master in the world cannot control his aura to such an extent.
And why is this feeling so familiar?
Yue Buqun frowned and thought hard. Suddenly, his expression suddenly changed. He said "Ah" and quickly knelt down on the ground, saying: "Unworthy disciple Yue Buqun, please kowtow to Uncle Feng."
Just now, he suddenly remembered that before he inherited the position of head of the Huashan Sect, the Sword Sect had an uncle with profound swordsmanship. At that time, every time he saw him, he had this very strange feeling, empty.
There is nothing, formless and formless, just like a person who does not exist at all.
Moreover, he also heard from his master that Uncle Feng was the only person in the Huashan Sect who understood the true meaning of swordsmanship in the past hundred years, and he was the number one master of the Huashan Sect.
However, he had no idea what the true meaning of this swordsmanship was, and he felt very regretful that such a master of swordsmanship and divine connection was actually a senior of the Sword Sect.
"But hasn't Uncle Feng passed away a long time ago? Why did he suddenly appear in Fuzhou again?"
The figure gradually approached, and his body slowly walked out of the shadows little by little. Everyone saw that the man was wearing a pair of white boots and a moon-white gown. He was very tall and unusually tall, and there was a knife on his left hand.
