At this time, several police cars roared in, accompanied by security personnel from the villa area, who had gathered at the gate of the villa. As Huang Guilan opened the courtyard gate, Zhou Dong led Niu Qiuling and a group of police officers into the villa...
The group of people went directly to the second floor. The light was like daylight and they looked at the mess in the living room. On the floor by the floor-to-ceiling windows, Wan Yunting sat cross-legged. Zi Qing sat behind him and put a hand on his back.
He is doing exercises to heal his injuries...
Duan Yingying stood nearby, looking at Wan Yunting nervously...
When Zhou Dong and Niu Qiuling came up to see this scene, they couldn't help but look shocked. They turned to Huang Guilan and asked, "Where is the person who killed Yun Ting?"
"Ran."
Lan Xin was the first to answer, pointing outside the balcony and said: "That man and Wan Guanzhu fought dozens of moves with my master, then jumped downstairs and ran in that direction."
Zhou Dong immediately led the police officers to the balcony. Lan Xin and Huang Guilan pointed them in the direction in which the mysterious man escaped...
Niu Qiuling came to Wan Yunting's side and looked at the man with worried eyes. Then Wan Yunting coughed up another mouthful of blood. He took a deep breath and Ziqing helped him perform exercises to heal his injuries. He had already suppressed the blood in his body.
The injury, the qi and blood in the meridians gradually calmed down, and then he slowly opened his eyes...
"Hey, how are you?"
Niu Qiuling squatted in front of Wan Yunting and couldn't help but wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth with her hand. Such a scene made Duan Yingying, who was about to care about the man next to her, move and look at the female policeman in civilian clothes strangely.
Know the relationship between her and Wan Yunting.
"You...why are you here?"
Seeing that it was Niu Qiuling, Wan Yunting struggled to stand up. Duan Yingying and Niu Qiuling quickly helped him up. Zhou Dong and Wu Lei came in and said, "Yunting, are you okay? Do you want to call 120?"
"No need for Captain Zhou, what's wrong with me..."
Wan Yunting rubbed his chest with his right hand. Now that he had calmed down, he shook his head slightly at Zhou Dong.
Zhou Dong looked at him and asked: "Yunting, what's going on? Do you know who wants to kill you?"
Wan Yunting frowned and turned his face slightly to look at Zi Qing who was standing aside. Lan Xin immediately stood up to protect his master and said with a glare: "Master Wan Guan, this matter really has nothing to do with my master. Although that person used
It’s the Kung Fu of our Wudang sect, but we don’t know him!”
These words made Zhou Dong and Niu Qiuling look at Ziqing and ask Wan Yunting: "Who are they?"
"They came from Wudang Mountain, came to me to discuss swordsmanship, and stayed in my house temporarily."
Wan Yunting simply explained to Zhou Dong and others.
Niu Qiuling seemed to grasp the problem of their conversation and said: "The person who wants to kill you tonight is from Wudang Mountain?"
Lan Xin glared and said angrily: "I told you, we don't know yet whether that person is from our Wudang Clan!"
Niu Qiuling wanted to say something else, but Wan Yunting waved his hand to her. After calming down, he also felt that that person should have nothing to do with Ziqing and Lanxin's master and apprentice!
Although that person was using their Wudang sect’s Kung Fu, the logic didn’t make sense!
If Zi Qing and Lan Xin masters and apprentices came to Huadu this time and really wanted to harm Wan Yunting, they could just take action tonight. But why did they let a strong man from the Wudang Gangjin realm sneak in and assassinate him in the middle of the night?
The most important thing is that the man recognized Zi Qing as a disciple of the Wudang Sect, so he stopped in time and did not continue to kill Wan Yunting. This key point can mean two things!
First, that person is indeed a member of the Wu-Tang Clan!
Second, he has nothing to do with Zi Qing's master and apprentice. He came to kill Wan Yunting tonight. He probably didn't expect Zi Qing to be there, so he chose to give up the assassination!
After all, with that person's Wudang Gangjin realm, his fighting power is even more ferocious. Even if Wan Yunting and Zi Qing join forces, they may not be able to suppress him.
"I believe you."
Wan Yunting turned his head and looked directly at Zi Qing. No matter what, this matter had nothing to do with them, not to mention that they had just performed exercises to heal their injuries. If Zi Qing really wanted to be detrimental to him, he could have attacked him with his exercises just now.
Kill, but she did not do so.
Zi Qing nodded blankly and said nothing.
Zhou Dong, who still didn't know what was going on, didn't interrupt. Wan Yunting said: "Okay, Senior Sister Ziqing, you can go upstairs and rest first. I will handle the rest of the matter myself."
"Master, let's go."
Lan Xin glanced at Wan Yunting, picked up the mahogany sword on the ground, turned around and walked away with Zi Qing, went up to the third floor, and asked in a low voice: "Master, that person is not really from our Wudang sect, is he?"
Zi Qing looked blank, raised her eyebrows slightly, and said, "I don't know."
Lan Xin nodded and said: "Being able to learn the Thirteen Sword Techniques of the Shenmen of our Wudang Sect means that he is a very senior person in our inner sect. But no matter how we looked just now, we couldn't recognize who he was. Master, can you?
That person was once a disciple of our Wudang Sect, but is no longer a disciple?"
The two returned to the third floor. Zi Qing nodded and said, "That makes sense. You can call Senior Brother tomorrow and ask."
"good."
Lan Xin nodded...
Wan Yunting, who was on the second floor, asked Huang Guilan and Duan Yingying to go downstairs to rest, leaving Zhou Dong, Niu Qiuling, Wu Lei and other police officers in the messy living room. Several police officers were also taking photos of the scene to collect evidence.
Wan Yunting and Zhou Dong were sitting on the same chair. He said: "Maybe it's the person behind the Qunlong drug gang who wants my life, or maybe it's Sima Boyong!"
These words made Zhou Dong raise his eyebrows, looked at him and said: "Two possibilities, who do you think it could be?"
"Sima Boyong!"
Wan Yunting turned to look at Zhou Dong and analyzed: "The person who killed me tonight is very powerful in kung fu, and he used the martial arts of the Wudang sect. After all, Sima Boyong is close to various martial arts sects, and it is normal to know strong people in martial arts.
Yes, now that I am the master of Wuliang Taoist Temple, he wants to kill me with his own hands, so I am more inclined to be him!"
"Of course, it is also possible that he is the person behind the Qunlong drug cartel. After all, what I did to my brother Moses, the other party also wanted to kill me!"
"But I thought the way he dealt with me was modern, but the person who came to kill me tonight is a strong Chinese martial artist, so I am even more suspicious of Sima Boyong!"
Zhou Dong nodded. At this moment, his cell phone rang. He took it out and saw that it was Pang Yuan. After answering the phone for a few words, he handed it to Wan Yunting. He quickly said: "Old Pang, I'm fine, just don't come over."
Yes, I’ll go to the police station to talk to you tomorrow, um, let’s do that for now.”
After saying that, he returned the phone to Zhou Dong. With a pale face, he forced a smile and said, "Team Zhou, I'm sorry for asking you to make a trip so late."
"Say any kind words, that's what we should do."
Zhou Dong picked up the phone and stood up, saying: "Yunting, then you can go to the bureau to talk tomorrow. I have to search nearby and adjust the surveillance in the villa area to see where the murderer went."
"Okay Team Zhou, thank you and your brothers for your hard work."
Wan Yunting covered his chest and was about to stand up to send him off. Niu Qiuling quickly supported him. Zhou Dong waved his hand and said, "Otherwise, let Qiuling stay and take care of you."
Wan Yunting turned her face and looked at Niu Qiuling, who was supporting her. She glared and said, "Why, you're not happy?"
He wanted to say no, but he smiled and nodded, and then said to Zhou Dong: "Don't make this matter public."
"Don't worry, let's go."
Zhou Dong nodded, waved and took Wu Lei and the others downstairs, but left a few police officers to guard around the Wan Yunting Villa and Manor...
"Hey, are you okay..."
Duan Yingying, who was worried, came up and saw Niu Qiuling helping Wan Yunting into the bedroom, so she went up to help him. When Wan Yunting sat on the big bed, she said, "What are you doing here? I'm fine. You can go down and sleep."
"You're injured like this and you still say you're fine."
Duan Yingying stared at him and hummed.
Niu Qiuling, who was standing aside, said nothing and secretly looked at Duan Yingying...
"Why, you still care about me."
Wan Yunting was sitting on the bed, still rubbing his chest with his right hand. He was already doing exercises secretly to heal his injuries. He looked at Duan Yingying and said, "Speaking of which, you were quite generous just now. You just rushed up to me without fear. Did you get hit?
Are you ok?"
"Of course I'm fine, I've recovered."
Duan Yingying also rubbed her belly, then pointed at Niu Qiuling who was standing by the bed, pursed her lips and asked, "Do you know each other?"
"certainly…"
Wan Yunting turned to look at Niu Qiuling and said with a smile: "Good friends...ah..."
As a result, before he finished speaking, Wan Yunting screamed. Niu Qiuling's eyes were wide open, her little hand pinched his arm hard, and she gritted her teeth and said, "What a good friend?"
"cut."
Duan Yingying rolled her eyes at them and saw that they were flirting. She snorted coldly and turned around and left angrily.
"You go to bed early and don't forget to get up early tomorrow to practice..."
Wan Yunting did not forget to shout at Duan Yingying's leaving figure, and then pulled away Niu Qiuling's little hand that was still holding his arm, and said angrily: "You didn't see that I was injured, and you are so cruel, aren't we good?"
friend?"
Niu Qiuling's cheeks were bulging, her hands were folded across her chest, holding up the proud snow-capped peaks on her chest to become even taller and more spectacular. She pursed her lips and muttered disdainfully: "Who wants to be your good friend..."
"I heard it."
Wan Yunting sat cross-legged on the bed, secretly moving the energy in his Dantian to start healing, and said: "Okay, it's getting late, you can go to the next room to rest. You don't have to look at me here, I want to use Qigong to heal the injury.
Already."
"No, what if the murderer comes back with a carbine?"
Niu Qiulin suddenly sat down, looked into the man's eyes, couldn't hide his concern and worry, and asked: "You really don't need to go to the hospital?"
"Which hospital should I go to? I'm a doctor. Besides, the injuries on my body are internal injuries. What's the point of going to the hospital? I can do exercises to heal my injuries. As for the murderer, he won't come back to kill you. Just rest assured."
Wan Yunting said.
These words made Niu Qiuling angry. He stood up and cursed: "I am so kind-hearted that I am like a donkey. Why don't I go out?"
"Hey, that's not what I meant..."
Seeing this girl turning away angrily, Wan Yunting shook his head helplessly, but now that he was injured, he really had no time to coax Niu Qiuling, so he could only close his eyes and start concentrating on the exercises to heal the injury...
After going out, Niu Qiuling sat on a single sofa in the messy living room. Through the rotten bedroom door, she could faintly see the corner of the big bed and the figure of the man...
Originally, she had good intentions to stay in and take care of him, but this bastard didn't know how to appreciate him. Niu Qiuling was so angry that she muttered: "Why doesn't the murderer just kill you, so that I won't be distracted every day..."