The
ominous feeling in Su Xuan's heart grew more and more serious.
The events that had happened a few days ago flashed through his mind, and the originally unrelated events suddenly connected.
"Who did it?"
he asked.
"We haven't found the murderer yet.”
Xiao Mi shook her head.
"Where did he die?"
He asked again.
"It's in the valley twenty miles north of Cui Wei.”
Su
Xuan was truly numb,
but he didn't show it on his face. Instead, he picked up his cup and finished his tea before sitting down at the table.
He remembered the two constables of Six Fan School he met at the entrance of the inn when he came back that evening.
"Damn it, are you trying to frame me?”
He muttered softly.
"Who wants to frame me?"
Xiaomi could not hear clearly.
"No."
Su Xuan pursed his lips."You heard wrong. I was talking about what to eat for lunch."”
"I went to the market this morning to buy two turtles and eels.”
"I'll make you a soft-shelled turtle hotpot," Amy said excitedly.”
"Sure, this is good stuff. It's a great tonic.”
"Yes." Su Xuan nodded."Remember to put two hundred-year-old ginsengs into the stew."”
"Alright."
Xiao Mi rubbed her hands. She almost drooled when she thought of the delicious food that would be served later.
Su
Xuan wasn't too moved by Coldblood's death. All he wanted was to provide some evidence to prove his guess.
Someone was indeed adding fuel to the fire and setting a trap for him.
What Su Xuan needed to do was to deal with the changes without changing. No matter who it was, they would eventually reveal a flaw.
The eighth layer of the Nine-Layered Golden Bell Shield was only a step away from the Great Vajra Realm. His strength was comparable to a few days ago.
It was no longer the same.
All schemes and schemes were nothing in front of absolute strength.
It was not worth mentioning
. If anyone wanted to scheme against him, they had to see if they had the strength to withstand Su Xuan's anger and block the Green Bamboo Sword in his hand.
Closing one's eyes to meditate and
deduce the second move of the Tyrant Sword Art
could not be separated from the person, nor could one only pursue an illusory concept. It had to be compatible with the person, internal energy, and physique.
Only in this way would the sword technique he created be the most suitable for him, the most perfect, and the most powerful sword technique.
The
first move of the Snow Wind Tyrant Sword Art
was to pursue extreme sharpness. It was to fuse the sword aura with the sword aura, and it could cut through gold and jade.
There was nothing that could not be cut, nothing that could not be broken, and nothing that could not be broken.
As for the second stance of the Tyrant Sword Art, Su Xuan was still pondering what it should pursue.
It was an even more extreme sharpness, and it was also extremely domineering.
He had some thoughts, but not much.
Then, all his martial arts points were used by Stud to upgrade the Nine Levels of Golden Bell Shield.
In other words, Su Xuan no longer had any martial arts points.
"Maybe this is a chance to earn a wave of martial arts points.”
Su Xuan muttered to himself.
How to earn martial arts points quickly?
Of course, it was to
kill someone.
Of course, the more
powerful the expert was, the more martial arts points he would earn.
Although he wasn't a bloodthirsty person, there was no reason for him to let go of someone who came to his doorstep to seek death.
Casually
, he unsheathed the bamboo sword on the wall and held it in his hand. The sword was three feet and three inches long, and its green color flowed. When his five fingers touched it, the sword trembled slightly.
Immediately after, a terrifying sharpness erupted. The sword clanked. If not for his suppression, the sword qi would have pierced through the entire inn in an instant.
"Xiao Mi, I've finished eating the melon seeds. Hurry up and buy some freshly fried ones at the melon store.”
He even had the leisure to eat melon seeds elegantly.
Su Xuan was not in a hurry, but there were others who were.
The
atmosphere in the yamen of Guangyang Prefecture was particularly
solemn. A corpse was lying quietly on a wooden board. In the main hall, more than ten constables sat with gloomy faces.
These constables were at the very least state capital level constables, and there were even elites from other nearby state capitals.
It had been a long time since something like this had happened in Six Fan School.
The murder of Coldblood, one of the Four Great Arresters
, shocked the entire martial arts world, the entire Six Fan School, and even the imperial court.
The Ministry of Justice had personally ordered that the case be solved within a time limit. No matter who it was, they had to be punished with capital punishment. If necessary, even the East Chamber and the Jinyiwei would be dispatched to assist in the investigation.
A
cold-blooded death was a slap to the face of Six Fan School, the Ministry of Official Personnel Affairs, and the imperial court.
If he did not show his thunderous methods, how could Six Fan School and the imperial court suppress the martial world in the future?
People in the martial arts world were rebellious and unruly. Their heads hung on their belts, and they lived a life of bloodshed.
If someone dared to kill Coldblood now, then in the future, there would be people who would dare to attack other Divine Arresters and even the officials of the imperial court.
This was something that could not be tolerated.
A square-faced middle-aged man was sitting on the seat of honor. He was wearing a simple robe, and between his eyebrows, there was a heroic spirit, and a domineering and dignified aura.
It was the chief constable of Six Fan School, Old Guo Juxia
. His eyes were closed. On the table beside him, there was a cup of hot tea and a file.
The contents on it are top secret.
"Master."
At this moment, a young man in a black official robe walked into the hall. He had sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and a saber was strapped to his waist.
Guo Juxia opened his eyes.
"Sit."
Guo Juxia spoke in a calm tone. He did not lose his mind because of his disciple's tragic death.
"Lord Iron Hand."
The constables in the hall stood up and spoke in unison, their eyes burning with passion.
He
was one of the four great constables of Iron Hand, and was as close as a brother to Coldblood.
He did not sit down. Instead, he walked to the side of the corpse and looked at the familiar face.
Iron Hand's body was trembling.
Just half a month ago, the two of them were drinking and chatting at the headquarters of the Six Fan School in the capital.
Although he was cold-blooded on the outside, he was actually very loyal and loyal to his opponents.
But now
, his brother had left and
turned into a cold corpse.
"The autopsy results are out?”
Suppressing the anger in his heart, he asked in a hoarse voice. He removed the white cloth on Coldblood's body and pressed his palm down inch by inch.
This was to check if there was any damage to the bones of the inner injury.
"A total of thirty-eight external injuries, all caused by swords. The most fatal one is the sword mark on the throat.”
A young female constable smoothed her hair and said calmly,""The murderer's swordsmanship is extremely brilliant. He should be a grandmaster of swordsmanship.
First, the bandits of Cui Wei Mountain lured Lord Coldblood into the mountain, and the other two constables were also cut in the throat with a sword.
In the entire Great Ming's martial arts world, there were less than ten people who could do it.”
Iron Hand closed his eyes and began to deduce the scene of Coldblood's encounter in his mind. According to the file and the location of Coldblood's wound, as a senior constable, he was able to see the scene.
It was not difficult for Iron Hand to deduce the crime scene.
"The entire exchange should not have exceeded fifty moves.”
After a while, Iron Hand opened his eyes."And Coldblood was suppressed the entire time."
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