That night, Cheng Dalei didn't sleep well at all. He went out in the middle of the night, and when he came back, he heard the sound of waves in his ears. Watching the sea and listening to the waves is quite elegant, but it can indeed be called noise while sleeping.
Whoever chose to build the academy on the mountain must have had a funny brain. He stayed up until dawn and finally fell asleep. He could only hear the noise outside, which made people uneasy.
"Why, what are you doing? You want to kill someone."
Liu Facai jumped up from the bed and banged the table with his knife.
"Two young gentlemen, two young gentlemen..." The little boy who was waiting came in anxiously.
Cheng Dalei yawned: "What are you doing outside? Is this how your academy treats guests? Be careful and I will complain to you."
"Last night..." The child paused and said, "Someone died."
Huh.
Cheng Dalei and Liu Facai looked at each other and saw confusion in each other's eyes.
After the two briefly freshened up, they followed the child out of the courtyard. When they arrived in front of the scripture library of the academy, they saw that many people had gathered around. Among the crowd, Cheng Dalei saw Chu Yunsheng.
Chu Yunsheng hurriedly came over and saluted the two of them.
"How is it? Were you happy last night?" Liu Facai asked slyly: "You are beautiful, but you have suffered a lot for both of us."
Chu Yunsheng's face turned red, and he lowered his head and said, "Sir, you are joking. I owe everything to you for being here today."
It is true that Chu Yunsheng is living in a different body and nourishing Qi. However, after missing him for one night, Chu Yunsheng’s impression on others is different from yesterday.
Cheng Dalei didn't care much about his experience last night and asked: "What, what happened here?"
"Qian Guanyu is dead."
"Oh, how did you die?"
"It seemed that he was hacked to death with an axe. When I arrived, the body had already been taken away."
The most potential disciple of the younger generation of the academy was killed, and it was still in the heart of the academy. This was naturally not a publicity thing. Now Qian Guanyu's body has been carried away, and there is a piece of dried blood and last night's blood on the ground. Traces of the battle.
Cheng Dalei listened to the comments from people around him and probably understood what happened. Last night, a group of people sneaked into the library to steal books and killed Qian Guanyu, who was guarding the building. After that, they were chased and intercepted by the academy, but they were unable to keep them.
Who has such courage to break into the academy at night, and on the eve of the demon-slaying conference? What kind of skill can he enter and leave the academy as if there is no one around?
Cheng Dalei carefully observed the surroundings, trying to determine the identity of the other party from the traces of the battle left behind. But in fact, he could not tell anything. The academy obviously had no awareness of protecting the crime scene. The surroundings were in chaos, and only a few traces were left. It was also destroyed.
However, Cheng Dalei really read something. The other party's moves were clean and neat, without any sloppiness. They seemed to be different from the methods of imperial martial arts.
Of course, Cheng Dalei had no desire to be Sherlock Holmes and solve crimes for the academy. After a brief look, he and Liu Facai returned to their residence.
"Master Cheng... you are so tall." Liu Facai gave a thumbs up.
"What's high?" Cheng Dalei was confused.
"It's silent and invisible in the middle of the night. Isn't this high enough? What book did you steal last night? Take it out for me to take a look at?"
"Uh..." Cheng Dalei's heart was filled with ten thousand grass and mud horses. He took a sip of tea and suppressed his anger.
"Um...you didn't do the murder?" Liu Facai saw that Cheng Dalei's expression was not right, but he did know that Cheng Dalei had gone out last night.
"If I did it, do you think someone would touch you?" Cheng Dalei put his sword on the table.
"This makes sense." Liu Facai scratched his head: "If it's not you, who could it be?"
Cheng Dalei couldn't figure it out either. He thought for a moment and said, "With what happened today, let's not get into trouble. If we meet someone from the Hua clan today, we will take him away and not get involved in the affairs here."
At this time, the little boy came over and said to the two of them: "You two gentlemen, I have invited you two."
Liu Facai was worried, wondering whether the other party had already begun to doubt the two of them. Cheng Dalei was very calm, picked up his sword and followed the boy to the academy hall.
The hall was full of people, and their expressions were not very pleasant. The master in white robes sat at the head of the table, with boys waiting on both sides. On the left hand side, the Taishi chairs were lined up, and the people sitting on them were strange and gaudy...
They were probably the masters invited by the academy to participate in today's demon-suppressing conference. Cheng Dalei concentrated on checking everyone's information. He didn't know if he looked at it, but he was shocked when he saw it. There were more than 20 people in the hall, including seven or eight peerless figures.
Among them, there are actually three or four combat professions.
Uh... So, don't be too arrogant. If you accidentally arouse public anger and fall into the siege of peerless masters, then perhaps the only thing waiting for you is death.
Liu Facai was surprised to find that Cheng Dalei instantly became well-behaved. His steps were much smaller, and when he walked into the hall, he quietly found a corner and sat down.
No one noticed the appearance of the two of them, and before they arrived, discussions had already begun in the hall.
"Guanyu is not a weak hand. There is only one fatal wound on his body. It is obvious that he has no chance to make a move in front of the opponent. The person who came... is not good."
The speaker was Song Hanzhi from the academy, a teacher at the academy, who taught Qian Guanyu the art of swordsmanship. This time, his beloved disciple died tragically, and he was naturally not in a good mood.
"The skill of a master disciple who can kill Mr. Song with one move is certainly not simple. Can you guess who will be able to do it?"
The speaker was an old martial arts master from Jiujiang City in Xuzhou, named Ma Meng. He wielded a sword for cutting horses and his arms had the strength of a thousand catties.
Everyone was silent. There are many masters in the world, and there are also many people who can kill Qian Guanyu face to face.
"Could it be that the devil has already arrived?" Ma Meng asked and answered: "Qian Guanyu died under an axe, and the devil also used an axe?"
Huh.
Everyone looked at each other with twinkling eyes, expressing the same meaning: It is not impossible.
"Absolutely impossible."
A voice suddenly sounded, and everyone's eyes focused on Cheng Dalei. Cheng Dalei gritted his teeth and was filled with righteous indignation. You can't blame all bad things on me.
"This Mr. Ou came to the academy yesterday and is willing to contribute to the killing of Demon Cheng." After introducing him to everyone, the master said, "How can Mr. Ou be sure that it was not the demon who did it?"
Cheng Dalei did not answer, but asked: "It is said that the purpose of the group last night was to steal books. May I ask Master, what book was lost last night?"
These words reminded everyone, and they all looked at the master. They were thinking in their hearts that they had never heard that the devil was a scholar. There were thousands of books in the academy, so which book was stolen?
The master sighed and said helplessly: "The Shanshui Sutra is gone."