Chapter 143: Wanting to Take Risks

Fang Hatshui said proudly, and a hint of beastly cruelty flashed in his eyes. He slowly lowered his head to look at Mo Wanwu, and asked very seriously: "I was not stupid at all, but I actually discovered the purpose of wisdom at the end. ”

Mo Wanwu naturally wouldn't answer, because he was actually dead a long time ago. Fang Hatshui may know, or maybe he didn't pay attention. All he needs is someone who can talk, someone who can speak with impunity. And such an object, of course, is better for a dead person. When he saw that Mo Wanwu had no life at all, he stood up, looked at the tattered clothes on his body and frowned slightly.

Then he stepped a little, and his figure disappeared in an instant.

This is Half Moon Mountain, dozens of miles away from Chang'an City. The mountains are high and the forests are dense, and no one will come at all. If it weren't for Fang Hatshui following Mo Wanwu to Half Moon Mountain, he wouldn't have decided to make a move. The strength that Qin Liuqi showed that day made Fang Hatshui understand that his cultivation was still far, far away from being careless. There is a dragon and a crouching tiger in Chang'an City, so try to be cautious.

Even the most powerful cultivators in this world would not feel the struggle from seventy or eighty miles away. Although a great cultivator is extremely sensitive to changes in the vitality of heaven and earth, if he has reached the strength to perceive such a long distance, he may no longer be considered a person.

Therefore, Mo Wanwu died on the Half Moon Mountain. None of the many great cultivators in Chang'an City perceived it.

The Yanwu Academy is in the south of the east city, fifty or sixty miles away from the north city, and from the Yanwu Academy to the Half Moon Mountain, there are at least eighty miles away. At such a distance, even Dean Zhou couldn't feel anything.

When people learned of Mo Wanwu's death, Fang hated the day after he killed him. When the woodcutters went up the hill to chop wood, they found the body that was only half left, and the two legs about six or seven meters away. The body was transported back to Chang'an Mansion, and the experienced officials of Chang'an Mansion deduced the identity of the deceased from the tattered hospital clothes on Mo Wanwu's body.

The people who brought Mo Wanwu back to the Yanwu Academy were two professors, Qiu Yu and Yan Qing.

Fang Xie came together.

Not only Fang Jie, but the students in their class are here. Nearly 30 students from the Academy of Performing Arts walked into Chang'an Mansion under the leadership of two professors, making the people in the past look sideways. When Fang Xie learned the news that Mo Wanwu had been killed, he was discussing how to practice with Qiu Yu in the back mountain of the Martial Arts Academy, and he told Qiu Yu his thoughts. Even Qiu Yu was not sure if such a method would work.

Cultivators borrow the vitality of heaven and earth, and use the breath to transform the vitality into external and internal energy and store it in the sea of qi. During the battle, the internal energy is injected into each air pocket through the qi veins. According to the different cultivation methods of each person's physique, the internal strength form of transformation is also different. For example, Xie Fuyao, his internal strength is more suitable for cultivating kendo. Even when he cast the Four Elephant Fingers, there was sword intent in his fingers. For example, Mo Xidao, the reason why his knife aura is so awe-inspiring is because of the internal strength turned into a knife.

And the solution that Fang Xie came up with was to call the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi outside the body.

To put it simply, the normal way of cultivation is to temper the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi in the body and then turn it into one's own use. After the transformation of the sea of qi, it has become a cultivation force suitable for itself. Even if there are thousands of changes when the actual combat comes out, those are the internal energy stored in the cultivator's qi sea, and once it is consumed too much, it must be restored through cultivation and breathing. And Fang Jie's idea is simply remote control, turning the vitality into internal strength without tempering, and directly calling the vitality to fight.

The idea can be described as whimsical.

But Qiu Yu did not deny his thoughts, in the vast world, how could the path of cultivation be the same? Especially Fang Jie, this teenager has already created too many miracles. At the beginning, even Dean Zhou concluded that he couldn't perceive the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, but now he can. Since he can perceive, who dares to assert that he cannot invoke?

Just when the two of them were discussing, Yan Qing hurriedly found it.

Although Mo Wanwu was not very respected by the students in his class, after all, the events on Half Moon Mountain made the students feel a lot estranged from him. But when they learned that the professor was likely to die, the students all followed. Dean Zhou didn't stop it, and Qiu Yu and Yan Qing didn't stop it either.

In the morgue of the Yamen of Chang'an Mansion, Fang Xie saw the corpse of Mo Wanwu.

At that moment, all of them couldn't control their emotions. The only female student, Ma Lilian, screamed and then collapsed, followed by tears flowing out. Some people began to vomit, but no one felt that it was disrespectful to the deceased. Such a tragic corpse is rare even on the battlefield.

Where is it still a person.

"Please sir go home."

Fang Xie whispered, then untied his big sword and walked over to wrap the corpse. Holding the stumpled body, he slowly turned and walked out the door.

When he walked to the door, he stopped the official standing on the side: "Excuse me, where did you find the body of Mr.?" ”

After getting the official's answer, Fang Xie nodded and said thank you, his face calm.

Out of the yamen of Chang'an Mansion, someone ran to hire a carriage, Fang Xie picked up the body of Mo Wanwu, and suddenly found that one of Mo Wanwu's hands seemed to be a little strange. He looked down and looked closely, and then his heart moved.

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The red horse, which had not run for a long time, neighed excitedly, and snorted white air from its nose. Fang Xie rode the red horse all the way to the north, and the sound of the four hooves of the war horse stepping out was full of rhythm. Behind him, Professor Qiu Yu and Yan Qing followed on horseback. If it weren't for Fang Xie deliberately controlling the speed of the red horse, Qiu Yu and Yan Qing's war horses would have been left far behind, although they were good.

The cold horses of Northern Liao are even more brilliant than Meng Yuan's war horses. And Fang Jie's red horse is the best in cold riding. It's just that the Sui people don't know much about the Northern Liao people, and even some places don't know anything at all. Because the Northern Liao people live in the 100,000 mountains with the harshest environment, few people approach there to explore the life of the Northern Liao people. Because of this, His Majesty the Emperor has been hesitant on the issue of whether to accept the Northern Liao.

Receiving the Northern Liao, it may bring a very strong cavalry. But there is no doubt that the Northern Liao people will definitely move into the Great Sui as a whole. After two generations, they will completely become Sui people. Without the Northern Liao people who have no cold rides, how much significance does it have to the Great Sui?

The condition for the surrender of the Northern Liao was to leave the 100,000 mountains, but what the emperor needed was for them to stay there.

The three of them rode all the way north, and when they left the north gate, it was almost noon. The woodcutter who found the corpse of Mo Wanwu was notified by the official of Chang'an Mansion to wait at the city gate. After Fang Xie asked who it was, he picked up the man and put it behind him, and the red horse carrying the two people didn't feel any difficulty at all.

With the guidance of the woodcutter, they successfully found the place where the corpse of Mo Wanwu was found.

Fang Xie asked the woodcutter to guard the war horse not far away, and he and Qiu Yuyanqing went over to check. There is no doubt that it was a fierce fight. The traces are still clear, broken trees, soil pits on the ground, and the same dry grass that has been turned over by an iron plow within a dozen meters.

Fang Xie Tsai searched carefully, and finally determined the location where Mo Wanwu finally stayed.

You can still see blood stains that have turned gray-black on the dead grass, and you can also find some minced meat and clothes that have not been buried in the dust. At the edge of a piece of dead grass dyed gray and black, Fang Xie squatted down to take a closer look. This is where Mo Wanwu last lay, and the blood on the ground is left by the wound on his back.

Fang Xie imagined for a moment that Mo Wanwu was lying down, and then looked at the side of the bloodstain. When Fang Xie was inspecting the corpse of Mo Wanwu, he saw that there was something strange about his discarded arm. The hand was covered in blood, but there was no blood on the stomach of the index finger, which had obviously been rubbed off, and there was some powder between the fingers.

So, Fang Xie and Qiu Yu and the three of them set off immediately.

"Here"

Fang Xie beckoned, and Qiu Yu, Yan Qing and the others immediately swept over.

Fang Xie pointed to the big tree beside him: "The murderer should have stayed under the tree here for a long time, and he was sitting." Here Mr. Mo is, lying with his face up...... The air pockets of his left arm burst open and he lost his strength, but at the last moment, Mr. Mo, who was on the verge of death, waved his movable arm to hide the slight movement of his other hand.

"How are you so sure?"

Yan Qing asked subconsciously.

Fang Xie glanced at him and replied lightly: "Mr. forgot that I was born as a scout, especially a scout of the border army, and in terms of pursuing details, I am better than the experienced catcher of the government office. ”

Fang Xie peeled away the dead grass, revealing a stone. The stone was buried deep in the ground, with only a plate-sized piece exposed.

It's such a small piece of land, there are four shallow words.

It was carved with the last bit of strength before the death of Mo Wanwu, very shallow, but very clear. It's hard to imagine that he used some kind of perseverance to write these four words before he died, and he hid it from the murderer's eyes.

Fang, wisdom death, mouth

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"What do those four words mean?"

In the shop of East Twenty-Three Articles, Shen Tianfan frowned slightly and asked for a solution.

Fang Xie said softly: "Fang, what you said is naturally not Fang Jie's Fang, but Fang who hates water." That guy finally couldn't bear it anymore and started killing again, and he dared to attack the professor of the Martial Arts Academy. From the traces at the scene, it seems that Mr. Mo did not hurt Fang Hatshui, how could this person become so powerful? ”

"Die Wise...... Mr. Mo wrote these two words, he must have wanted to tell us that Fang Hateshui's cultivation is related to wisdom, and wisdom is dead. The last word, we thought about it for a long time and couldn't think of the answer. ”

Shen Tianfan pondered for a while and didn't think of anything, hesitated for a while and asked, "If something like this happens, can you still do what you designed before?" ”

"Do!"

Fang Xie nodded: "It's not easy to let Zhuang Die take my things out, I guess those people have begun to sit still." The matter of catching Fang Hate Water has the Ouchi Guard Office and the Affection Office, and I can't help much now. And no one has seen him, and it is difficult to catch him if the people who went to Jiangnan can't get the portrait before they come back. But I can help with Wu Yi's affairs. ”

He paused: "Those people will definitely make a move tomorrow, and when the time comes, you and I, plus the three of them plus the black boy, and the big unicorn dog will answer secretly, there should be no problem." ”

"It's too risky."

Shen tilted his head and shook his head.

"It often seems dangerous, and what people think is impossible to succeed may be more likely to succeed. Because people don't even think about it, it's on my side. ”

Fang Xie smiled: "It's just that the news I got by this method, I'm afraid that the emperor will blow his beard and stare at his eyes when he knows about it." ”

Shen Tianfan snorted, and said in a very light tone: "Tomorrow is February 11, and the day after tomorrow will be the departure of the army." ”